#having small town USA thoughts today

[gentleman-detective]

shoutout to Mexican restaurants in small southern towns. almost your entire clientele is racist and you have to deal with sunday church crowds. and you have to carry the responsibility of being the only food in town worth eating.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The other day I was reading about the “mail-order brides” during the Gold Fever/Gold Rush in USA. Men ordered/purchased a wife via mail, and one of the many reasons some of them did that was because of loneliness, and I couldn’t help but think “yep, that would be König”. Just imagine him living alone in his farm or ranch, he only goes to town once a month to buy essential supplies, hides his face, and barely socializes with folks. But deep inside he is just a lonely man who desires a family, and a woman to call his (and one who can help him with his… needs) But he is socially inept, so he takes the easy route and orders himself a wife, that way he doesn’t have to bother with interacting with other people and gets himself a pretty wife

Oh my god 💞

König wanting to wed and bed her the minute she arrives by train... She thought he would court her for a while before they marry, she thought they would do this decently, that they would get to know each other first, she’d rent an apartment from the small town and then decide if she wanted to live with him…

But he says everything’s settled, he already took care of everything, they’re getting married today and spend their wedding night in the saloon before leaving for his settlement tomorrow.

She’s too bewildered to even speak, so it's no wonder she gets herded to the altar right away, a pretty, meek little bride is just what König ordered! Gets wed to this giant hulking gold digger while still wearing her traveling clothes, the priest only looks drunk and bored as she peeps her vows. The man she's now wed to looks down at her with unbridled affection and curiosity, but soon enough, she catches him eyeing her waistline, her bust, the corset she wears feeling tighter still by his indecent stare.

He's far from a gentleman, and dresses like a weather-worn cowboy, and she suspected as much from the way he wrote and how unpolished his handwriting was. But at least he seems kind. If anything, he's smitten that she’s not some old hag who deceived him by claiming to be an unmarried young lady, that she is everything and more he wished for based on the few letters they exchanged.

The wedding is over in a few minutes, and there’s no coffee and cake, no party under some big tree, no relatives or friends to congratulate her on her wedding day. There’s only this huge, intimidating man who looks at her like she just dropped down from heavens, his eyes slowly sparking aflame with both softness and lust.

He takes her to the saloon to eat, and then she finds herself in a greasy little room upstairs, changing into her white nightgown, getting ready to sleep and only sleep, but her nightmare of a day is not over yet. Her hand flies over her mouth, she nearly screams as she turns around and finds this horrible man of lowly European descent thoroughly naked behind her.

She’s in so much trouble, that much was certain from the minute he saw this man, but seeing his… equipment in the dim candle light of the old saloon is too much after everything she's gone through. She's verily about to faint.

It’s just her luck to dream of adventures and a happy, exciting new life and then find herself thrown into the arms of some barbaric, foreign giant... He said he’s looking for a companion in life and hinted at being a little lonely, but men who wish to court a lady don’t do it like this: by dragging them to the altar and then presenting their cocks to them before even two hours have passed!

The rowdy noise of cancan downstairs is a filthy backdrop to seeing a naked man for the first time in her life, and she never knew male parts could be so... big. Or jumpy. Or leaky... This man is clearly serious about this commitment, and thinks there’s no need to get to know each other, she’s his wife now and they need to consummate the marriage right away.

He’s breathing heavily while grabbing that weeping weapon in his fist, telling her she’s more beautiful than he ever even imagined. He pleasures himself slowly while watching her try to cover herself in her thin, faintly translucent gown, and she still can't find any words – the man is behaving like a scoundrel or a highwayman, not at all like the sharp dressed, eloquent gentlemen she's grown used to in the city. The slick sounds of lewd fapping are accompanied by moans of how she’s the answer to all his prayers, and her hair stands on end, she feels like she’s walking on tar here in the distant frontier with nothing but greedy men and drunken brothel keepers around her, now face to face with a giant, throbbing cock out of all things...

She coldly orders him to sleep on the floor while she takes the bed – she’s not letting this nasty, hairy beast near her anytime soon, not when she still has her wits about her. Defeated when she won’t let him “consummate their love” tonight, the man withdraws to sleep on the floor with a sullen groan and a long sigh.

She never sleeps a wink that night in fear of finding him by her side, groping his way through her dress, but to her surprise this man only snores on the floor as if he's used to sleeping there.

Civilization is far away when he leads her to his shack the next day and shows her the first small specks of gold he has found, apologizing for the state of his abode so unkempt and unclean. She has to give it to him that he's indeed kind and doesn’t want to make her suffer unduly, because the table and the bench are wiped in a hurry before she sits down, as if she’s a queen visiting a humble subject. He makes her a bath next to the fire and washes in the water after her, giving her flirty, promising smiles throughout the whole splashy ordeal.

Before long, the giant cock is presented to her again as the man excitedly waits for permission to take her, telling her he has never seen anything like her, that she makes his heart run wild.

The only thing running wild in her sour opinion is his cock, bouncing up and down from the need to be inside her, nearly leaking seed on the floor she suspects she has to wash and scrub tomorrow anyhow as his wife. Evening after evening, she rejects his advances, but after a week or two, her will breaks.

She tells herself it’s only out of pity that she lets him finally crawl over her and lift her gown, that it’s only to stop the man from spiraling into madness that she allows him to test how nicely that thick, leaky cock glides through her folds.

“You’re wet, Sonnenschein,” he pants with happy excitement when she notices her swollen, sloppy state, then plunges his cock deep into his wet little prize with a filthy moan. He tells her she’s tight and hot, and takes her like she’s some kind of an angelic whore, falls panting all over her breasts when he’s sated and done, says that she’s his salvation and that he’ll do anything to make her feel at home here.

She feels exactly like a desperate mail order bride, lured here with the promise of a good life and gold, but when she starts to wait for him to come home instead of dreading the end of the day, that's when her hell truly begins.

It just won't do to start wanting him, to trick her heart to be content with whatever this is. To enjoy his "love" would be even more shameful than anything else so far. The truth of the matter is that she's tormented by a lustful, wild man who takes her on her knees or on her stomach like an animal while moaning about how tight she is, how soft she is, how he can’t concentrate at work because of her.

But when he groans that he loves her just before he cums, she feels a distant sting near her heart, a burst of a small bonfire somewhere in her gut from his words. Far from romantic, but so authentic and pure they’re ripped out of him with a pathetic, cry-like moan.

And just when her heart is about to turn and grow full with softness, he barges in and takes her standing, needy after work, deciding that she looks far too alluring while stirring the stew over the fire. His sunshine of a wife waiting for him with warm food and a soft little cunt, it's exactly like it was always meant to be in his dreams... He’s kind and attentive, but doesn’t know a thing about ladies and that they’re not supposed to be taken by the fire like this, but the dramatic pout on her lips turns into a helpless grimace before this animal has given her three full thrusts.

And it’s only by accident, she tells herself, that it happens. It’s only a coincidence that she finds herself short of breath and shivering, then crying with pleasure from the way his cock sails inside her, hasty and needy as if she’s nothing but a momentary relief for this man.

But she knows she’s far from that. He always stays after the hurried lovemaking – if you could call it that – swallows and tells her things that are supposed to be sweet, perhaps. He whispers loving nonsense in her ear with a stupid, quivering voice, tells her that she’s so tight he’s about to lose his mind. That she brightens up his life and makes this shack a home, a palace, even. That he wants to give her children and grow old together.

She prays the heavens to save her from such a future, but when she accidentally comes with his cock inside her, the man breaks down entirely. Repeats the awful, pathetic “I love you” until he comes, too, and sounds like a man who's getting his sould ripped apart from his bones. It’s sinful lunacy what he’s doing to her in that shack, and dares to sprinkle it with love out of all things, and she doesn’t know if she hates him, or if she loves him too.

Annulling this marriage is nearly impossible, and the sooner he gets her pregnant, the sooner she’s even more trapped, just like the poor rabbits this man lures into the snares placed around the shack. He spends every little speck of gold to buy her silks, satins and gowns, proper woolen scarves and soft little leather shoes, gives her a gentle kiss every morning before he leaves to wash gold. Every evening after meal, he praises her cooking skills and then takes her on the creaking old bed like she's a common whore. The silly, girlish dreams of being whisked away by a mysterious, romantic gentleman are somewhere far away when this giant spills his seed inside her with a thick, arduous groan, then proceeds to cover her in kisses too sweaty and hot.

“I know you don’t love me,” he whispers between the one-sided sucking and nibbling that’s about to make her cry. “But I will make you happy... I swear it, on my life.”

She can only stare at the ceiling, filled with the dancing flames of the fire as he falls asleep with his cock still inside her, the soft snore on her breasts both happy and sad.

[marshallpupfan]

New Marshall Merchandise #57... or #32... or #29, I've Lost Count!

You know, I started posting these updates a few years ago, back when many of my followers were curious about anything I added to my collection. Some of them have gone quiet, possibly moved on or lost interest in PAW Patrol. I'm not sure if my current followers have any interest in these updates. At this point, I just post about these now because I enjoy showing off new items of my favorite character. 😇

And new items, I indeed have! Many of these I've collected over the last month or two, as finding new items hasn't exactly been too easy lately. Most major stores are still selling Jungle Pups and Mighty Movie toys, so hopefully anything new will pop up soon enough. Despite that, I have managed to find a few interesting things!

I first found out about this little figurine when it popped up on Ebay, but nobody would sell it without the other pups (Chase, Skye and Rubble... sadly, no Rocky or Zuma). Someone on Twitter told me they seen some at a Dollar Tree, so of course, I tried checking all the stores I have near me. It took a while, but one finally got some in! Best of all, it's only $1.25, so that's cool!

Hey, you know what else is cool?

Accidentally finding another piece of merchandise I didn't expect to see! I'd actually seen one of these on Ebay earlier the same day, but I thought it was a part of some set. Much to my surprise, Dollar Tree also had it, and also for $1.25. It's not the most impressive of the bath squirters I own, but I'm still happy to add it to my collection!

Ha, look at the label! Chase, Marshall, Skye... and Zuma! Well, it makes sense, given he's the water pup, but I still didn't expect that. Nice to see him on a label for once. :)

I'd actually seen pictures of these online a few times over the years, although they were typically branded as Christmas candy. I never could find any at the stores near me, but then a friend said she seen some at Walgreens. I searched around and finally found one... the last one they had left, in fact! Score! And yeah, I likely won't eat it... it'll sit in my collection along with that other Easter candy I got. lol

...huh, I just noticed it's cracked around the neck. I don't think it was like that when I bought it. Guess I somehow did that. Oops... but it still looks cool, right? Maybe I can find one to replace it when they show up again next year... if they show up again next year. 😅

I seen this at a garage sale for $1. How could I say no? Besides, just look at Marshall on this thing! Too cute, as always! 🥰

Actually, this was yet another lucky find, since I've seen these on Ebay for like $10 (with $5 shipping or so). The fact it's practically in perfect condition is also quite awesome. Living in a small town has it perks!

Last, and it's the priciest item today. I seen this while helping my folks with their shopping at Walmart. They had a few, but they were all Marshall. I wasn't going to get one at first, due to just how big it is, but my mother knows I collect practically anything of Marshall, so she bought it for me. Indeed, I'm already having trouble finding a spot for it, but no doubt I will... eventually... along with the other items on my table. Remember my last few updates? Yeah... most of those items are still sitting there, too. I'm running out of room! lol

That's all for now! I actually do have a few more items coming in the mail, so I'll have a few more things to show off soon enough... Valentines plush dolls, in fact. Ones I expected my local Walmart to get, but they never did. Otherwise, a friend of mine in the UK has offered to send me something I believe is only being sold in her country, so I'll get to add another imported item to my collection soon! I always love doing that, so I'm looking forward to getting it!

As for the Rescue Wheels toys, I've no idea when they'll show up. Maybe in June? July? Whenever the USA finally puts the episodes on their schedule. Now that I think about it, they'll probably be the last toys based on the original designs, huh? All future merch will likely use the new style. We better enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose.

[justxrandomxlivia]

We won't let you fall again!

Masterlist

Summary: Your day started with oversleeping and ended with an Iraqi lieutenant and an American lieutenant holding your hands? Who would have thought that falling into an ancient temple you've been searching for months would change your entire life?

Warning Sign: Mention of weapons. That's all. No monsters in this story, just an ancient temple and two countries that hate each other.

Word count: 3910 o.O

AN: JASON AND SALIM! Two men I couldn't decide between. I know I'm not the only one, so here you get two wholesome men. I'm struggling with the idea to continue the story in a second chapter, or writing just a little more extended, more romantic/smut ending. I will see if you guys want me to or not ;)

“Ah it’s going to be colder today. Finally.” Mumbling with a sleepy voice, I rolled over in my bed. It’s not comfortable, but It’ll do. Slowly rising from my deep slumber, I realised that the sun was quite high already. “What time it is?!!” I yelled and jumped off the bed, checking my phone. “2 pm? You must be kidding. Why did nobody wake me?” I ran over to my stuff and got dressed quickly, then I left the bedroom. Meeting the owners of the house. “Good morning.” I said while hustling to get my shoes on. The oldest man laughed: “No morning. After noon.” I looked him, he pointed to the table, where was some coffee and bread on a plate. Letting my shoulders drop, I smiled at him. They are all so overly kind, if I would just be better in learning their language. I sighed and took my one shoe off again, then I sat down and thanked him. We are supposed to pay them 20$ the week. But my team and I decided to pay them 50$ per week each. What Is a lot of money for them. And for their kids. It’s never a bad thing to give more. After I was done with my little breakfast, I suddenly heard helicopters. Two I would say. I know the risks, Iraq and the USA are still on a warpath, but this area here should be fine. It’s quite isolated. There is a small town in the near, with some market for local farmers. Nothing to get for the US.

I got my plate cleaned and got back to the main door, taking my shoes on, grabbing my bag and left the house, just to found myself surrounded by soldiers. They were pointing machine guns at me and yelled at me. The helicopters were right above me, then flying into the distance a little bit. My legs got shaky, and I couldn’t say anything, I got on the ground and one man tied my arms, then he led me back into the house. He pushed me down next to few of the house owners. A couple of minutes passed before a woman, wearing sunglasses entered the room, behind her was a man: “Everything clear, ma’am. No violence needed either.” He’s American. From the south I would even say Deep, long, slow words, with an immense rolled sound, must be the south.

The woman kneeled next to the shepherds and talked to them one by one, in Arabic. They answered her one by one, and her face grew more and more annoyed. She then kneeled in front of me: “What about her? Doesn’t look Iraqi to me.” She said and the man briefed her: “She was about to leave the house, hat a bag with many notebooks and various archaeologic books. All English.” She nodded at his words and spoke. “Then I’m sure you understand me girl?” I shook my head and raised an eyebrow: “It’s called racism. Saying somebody doesn’t look like a certain nationality. Girl.” I huffed at her. Her eyes grew big and the man behind her, tried clearly not to laugh. She then looks at the man behind her, “You said books in her bag. A passport too?” he only shook his head in response. “My passport is in my pocket.” I told her and she stood up. “Check her lieutenant.” She told the man, and he put his gun aside, walking to me.

He then pulled me up and patted me down. As he found my passport he chuckled, “British.” He gave the passport to the women. “What’s your business with the house owners?” She asked. I looked her dead in the eyes. “I’m an archaeologist. My team and I stay here, because the location where we work is only couple of miles from here.” She sighed at my response. “This is a waste, those are just shepherds, the activity he was seen, must have been you then. What was Eric thinking. Untie her lieutenant. Sergeant, untie the shepherds.” She said waving at another man and left the room. - “Thanks.” I said as the man untied me.

“So, your name is y/n? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” The lieutenant said as he walked me to the main door. “First, thanks, but second, I’m not a girl, I’m a 29 years old women.” – “Guess I messed up already. No date then?” he stopped and looked back at me. I giggled at him. “Well maybe, mister military, you can come visit me sometimes when I’m back home. But it’s quite a long way from the USA to London.” I gave him a light nudge at the shoulder, without a warning he came two or even three steps closer, looking into my eyes. “To visit a beautiful woman like you, there is no way to far.” He whispered at me. With that he opened the door and signed me to go through. I stepped outside and searched for a little card in my bag. “Here, Lieutenant. Call me.” I offered him a business card, with a big smile, he took it. “University of Oxford. My luck, by the way, It’s Jason. Have a nice day ma’am.” He said waving me off. I waved back and walked to my car.

As I just turned away from Jason, shots fired. “Fuck!” I yelled and jumped in cover of my car. Then all I could realise, was chaos. Shots, bombs, crashing helicopters, yelling and screaming people. I tried to get around the car to hide near the old stable buildings, when suddenly the floor collapsed. “y/n!” Jason yelled from my left as I looked at him, I felt how everything underneath is breaking apart. “NO!” I tried to jump away, but almost lost balance, when a strong hand gabbed my arm and pulled me back up. A man with an Iraq uniform pulled me up “Go this way!” he pointed to the mountains, I didn’t care who he was, he saved me and I started running again, just then. I fell again. And this time for good. Everything turned black.

As I opened my eyes, I felt a sharp pain in my whole body. I looked around and realised right away where I was. “Holy shit. Found it!” I jumped up, just to regret it right away, as my body felt like broken. Stretching and checking for any wounds, I was shocked how lucky I got. A few scratches and bruises. But nothing serious. Then I took my bag and checked for my camera. Still working, great. I took photos of the immense pillars, old statues and Jason. Wait, Jason? “JASON!?” I yelled. – “Y/n! Are you alright?” out of nowhere, Jason appeared and came right away to me. He checked me left, right, up and down. I tried to calm him down, but he seemed nervous. “Jason, I’m fine, really.” – “No, maybe you have some injuries we don’t see right away.” – “Jason, I’m serious!” I yelled at him and pulled him by the shoulders. “I’m just a little cold. But it’s alright.” I tried my best to convince him that I was fine. He let out a deep sigh, and eventually calmed down. “I don’t have anything to warm you up. I could hug you, but that wouldn’t last long.” He smiled at me concerned, but I nudged him at the shoulder, “Yeah yeah, you just want some physical contact. Let’s check if somebody needs help.” He nodded at me and followed me through the darkness.

After quite some time striving through the darkness and me taking pictures from almost everything. We heard a male voice from behind “Put that gun down and turn slowly around.” I didn’t hesitate and lifted my arms up and turned around. “It’s you!” I said, looking at the Iraq soldier who saved me the first time I was falling. He smiled relieved at me, and I took my arms down again “You saved me, thank you.” I said, but then I realised Jason had turned around, but he had his gun aimed tight. “Don’t do anything stupid, boy.” The man said to Jason. “I can say the same to you, old man.” Jason hissed back. I took a deep breath and moved slowly between the two guns. “No one is shooting anyone, if I am here. Please.” My words were trembling. Not sure if I would make it out alive of here. The Iraq soldier lowered his gun and put it back into the holster. “I don’t want to spill anymore blood.” He spoke slowly, approaching me carefully, “You look like you are cold.” He said and took his jacket off.

“Don’t you fucking go any step closer to her. Y/n, get behind me, now!” Jason yelled, slowly approaching me as well, just that he had his damn gun still aimed. “Jason, stop it.” I said, placing my hand on top of his gun, slowly pushing it down. “I trust him. He saved me, not even knowing who I am.” – “I don’t.” Jason cut me off. The man lifted his arms, in one hand holding his jacket. “I know who you are. Your name is y/n l/n. You are an archaeologist. My son, Zain, has been running around your research area, every day for the last two weeks. He talked about you a lot.” He spoke slowly handing his jacket over to me. I took it. “Thank you” I spoke quiet. “Yeah, I know Zain. He’s a smart boy. Wants me to take him back to England.” I giggled at him. “It’s his birthday today. My name is Salim.” He smiled at me. I can’t let Jason harm him. Technically seen, I know Salim. What am I supposed to tell his son. Sorry, your dad died, because he tried to give me his jacket. I shook my head, throwing the jacket over my shoulders, I looked at Jason once more. “Come on. He’s not the enemy.” Jason only looked at Salim, with distrust. Then Salim spoke to Jason, directly. “You want to get out of here, so do I. We must work together. Not shoot each other.”

Jason finally took the gun down. “I’ll keep an eye on you.” He said, pointing at Salim. I nudged Jason slightly against the shoulder. He will have bruise by the end of the day. Then we continued the way to find others. What felt like hours, were actually only a couple of minutes, but the fact that these two were arguing the whole time about military, racism, politics, terrorists and other stuff like lieutenant ranks, was killing every last nerve of me. As walked some ancient stairs up, I heard voices arguing. I pressed each of the two man a finger on the mouth, so they would finally shut up. Then pointed to the big door at the end of the stairs. Salim and Jason both, walked past me with aimed guns. I stayed behind and waited for a sign. It took too long for my taste, so I entered the room quietly and stood next to Salim. In the big room where machine guns, tables, radios, papers and more. It was the heart of this temple. An old archaeologist station. Just as I wanted to check the papers, Salim pulled me back. I looked at him and he looked at me, then around the room. As I followed his view, it was clear the situation was tense. Iraqi soldiers and Americans were with aimed guns standing against each other. Just Salim and Jason didn’t pick a side. “It’s a damn order Kolchek!” A blonde man yelled. “I don’t take orders 200 ft below the surface.” Was Jasons answer. What badass.

“Ehm, excuse me.” I spoke and walked a few steps in front of Jason and Salim. Both men grabbed me by my arms and wanted to pull me back. “I got this, don’t worry.” I spoke, they hesitated but let me go. I took around 3 steps more and spoke softly. “My name is y/n l/n. I’m an archaeologist. And a professor at the University of Oxford. I don’t have anything to do with both of your countries, and honestly not much knowledge about the current issues between you. But technically seen, you are on my research territory. I would really not like to call the local police, or clean your blood from ancient coins, so if you’d be so kind and do not fire a single bullet on MY ground. Would be so wonderful. Thank you.” I looked back and while Jason smiled amused, Salim was shaking his head. I ignored all military personal and made my way to the tables. 10 years of drama class is finally paying out, they have no idea I was terrified to the bones. One by one soldier eventually took their guns down and they made a hand sealed deal, to not shoot a bullet on or near my research territory.

It worked. Good job. As I checked the first papers, I realised, this is like heaven. I took more photos from everything. This time, again from Jason, but also from Salim. Both smiled at the camera. “Come on y/n. We have to get out of here for now.” Jason spoke as he followed the others. “What about all this then? This is the only reason I am in this country at all.” I asked frustrated. Jason chuckled, “You’ll come back. But now we need to go. It’s not safe.” I let out a sigh and started following them, as the most people left the sight, Salim, Jason and I were the last. They talked different this time, more like allies.

As we made it closer to the surface, I could see the sun finally again. It was warmer here than down back there. Different helicopters were heard, people yelling, dogs barking. They must be searching already. Ropes hang down and flashlights were blinding us. I tried to cover my eyes, what was not a good idea, so close next to an underground cliff. With a crack, the ground beneath me broke and I all felt was the heavy forces of gravity. “Y/n!” was the last thing I heard before the heavy impact on a sand pile.

First my back, then my face, then both hands and at last the back again. “Ouch, Fuck!” I cursed with an echo. As I opened my eyes, pain everywhere. Looking around and above, it was almost pitch black. I gave my bag to Jason earlier, so luckily my camera didn’t come down with me. But also, my flashlight was not with me. Slowly I tried to get used to the darkness and to see anything. I touched along the cliff where I have fallen from. I heard echoes, but it was inaudible, what means I’m either deaf or I’m very deep. Following the cliff to the right, it ended in water. With wet shoes, I turned around and walked to the left. My hands along the ice-cold stone, they slowly froze. Luckily, I have Salim’s jacket, my arms would be more bruised. I continued walking along the cliff as I felt that the ground got higher. I might could climb out of here. If the others think I’m dead? Trying to shake that thought away, I pushed myself the higher grounds up and felt how the light slowly came back to me. It seems my eyes were partially blind due to the fall. So, I might have not fallen that deep.

It feels like hours as I finally reached an open area where lights came from ahead. Still far away. To my bad, I started freezing again. This time, it felt more like I was freezing because I was alone. I sat down to the cold ground. “Why does every time go everything wrong. And why does nobody care for me.” I muffled beneath my breath and closed my eyes. “You really thought we wouldn’t care?” A southern accent ripped me out of my thoughts, I opened my eyes and saw Jason above me. “She’s here!” He yelled across the area; it echoed in the entire cave. Jason smiled at me and began stroking my face. Then Salim came from behind him. His face was a mess, a mix of horror, fear, worries, but happiness. “What are you doing here?” I whispered, not believing if I might hallucinate. Salim looked confused and Jason chuckled, then said: “What do you mean? We- ” Salim interrupted him: “We came for you.” At his words, my eyes started tearing up, but my mind was a mess of emotions, incapable to say anything.

Jason helped me up, then he lifted me on Salim’s back. “I’ll be behind you, so you can’t fall off.” Jason spoke softly, rubbing my back. Salim turned his head a little, “We won’t let you fall ever again. I promise.” He whispered to me. As they started climbing towards the surface I started to cry silently. How do I deserve them. My life was all the opposite of support, care and understanding. But these two give me the feeling I’m worthy to be alive. As if they really care. I just met them hours ago, but I have the unbelievable urge, to never let go of them. I wanted to thank them, but no word left my mouth. “We’ll be taking you to a hospital.” Jason said from behind us. I shook my head heavy. “No… They’ll maybe… send me home.” It was so exhausted. Salim spoke a little louder now, “But you need to rest Habibti. No arguing.” – “What you said?” I heard that word before, what I wasn’t sure what it meant. Salim chuckled, “It means ‘my love’.” He called me his love? Was he thinking the same about me as I was thinking about him? Or is this standard kindness in Iraq. Anyway, he was right. I feel more and more like I’m fainting; my body hurts bad. But I know I didn’t break any bones. 

After a while, we finally reached the exit to the surface. Salim let me down slowly, Jason helped, so I won’t fall. “I’m alright. You can stop pretending that every bone of mine is broken.” My voice was angry. I was a little frustrated, they acted as if I have been a small child. Jason took my chin in one hand and whispered. “We will not let go of you anymore, next time you fall, you might break your neck.” He was right, but still. A little less overprotection please. “Let’s get her out of here.” Salim tied a climbing rope around me, from above two people were standing. “Pull her up guys.” Jason yelled above. Then Jason and Salim started climbing themselves. “You know, I grew up in caves, temples, pyramids and castles. I know how to climb.” I crossed my hands in front of my chest and puffed my checks in protest, as they pulled me up slowly. “Y/n stop arguing. You have fallen very deep, you might pass out, let go of the rope and fall again.” Salim spoke concerned. “I promise you, once we made sure you are on solid ground and doctors gives their ok. You are free to do whatever you like.” He said, Jason cut him off. “Except going down here again. First this must secure. I guess the local police will do that?” I nodded at him. “Yes, they usually do. First, I just want to take a shower and then sleep.” Both men laughed and agreed.

Reaching the surface, the sun almost blinded me, then my heart stopped beating. The shepherd’s hut was in bad condition. Parts have fallen into the ground; few smaller buildings were destroyed from bombs and bullets. “The poor people. Their homes. This must have been the worst day of their life.” I sighed and sat on the ground to take in the information, my eyes gave me. Jason stood beside me and laid his hand on my head. “Sorry about that. We will find you another place to stay.” – “No.” I said, “I will of course stay here and help them where I can, just as my team will do, probably.” Then Salim kneeled next to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. “For now, the police have to secure the area.” He spoke softly. “You should come with me. To rest.” His warm smile was so beautiful. I look him in the eyes, ready to speak as Jason’s huffed so loud, few people around us were suddenly looking at him. I looked at him worried and saw how he frowned. “To your place? Yeah, sure.” He shook his head and turned to leave. Salim stood up, “I hoped you’d come with us as well, or maybe join us later, when you get a free from your duty.” As Salim spoke, Jason stopped.

“As if you would want me there. You want to have y/n all for yourself. I’m not blind!” he spoke loud and angry. But also, sad. He didn’t even turn around to face us directly. I got up from the ground and wanted to walk to him, but Salim stopped me. “And I am not blind either. I see how much you care. Just as I do. And I know, you and I care for each other, just as we did, when we worked together to get her back.” Salim was so calm, I doubt I could ever be mad at him, and it seems Jason thought the same. He turned around, his face eventually softer. But before he could speak, I took Salim’s hand and reached out for Jason as well. “How about that date we talked earlier, Marine. I think I owe you two some nice dinner? For getting me out there.” Jason smiled at my offer and took my hand. “Alright, alright, you got me all wrapped around your finger. So, where’s your place? I think I can’t join right away, but I’ll be there for dinner then.” His voice was finally as it was when we met earlier. Not that tense, not worried, just Jason. Salim chuckled and wrote a little note for Jason. He hugged me tight, before he had to return to his team.

Salim and I started walking to my car. “What a miracle that piece of junk didn’t went diving.” I said honestly surprised. Salim and I laughed at my really bad joke and got in the car. He drove, first to my research place, to inform the others about what happened. “They won’t believe it.” I sighed. “Not until they come back to the hut and see with their own eyes.” Salim said and gave me an assuring pat on my shoulder. I nodded, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to put my legs up, everything is sore.” I sighed again. He chuckled and brushed over my arm, “first, you need to take a shower. I will not let you get in my bed or couch that dirty.” I laughed and took his hand in mine. Holding hands, we made our way. I can’t wait to see Jason again. How can you fall for two people. I guess it’s because I have a very big heart. Maybe? Polyamorous it’s called. I’m not sure what future will hold, but I’m thankful for the moments I will have with the two. Every single second.

So what do you think? Second chapter? Or should i just extend the ending a bit? Or is it fine that way? Please let me know ^^

-Livana

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[isfjmel-phleg]

Today I walked to the public library downtown for their booksale. It's about a mile and a half from my place, not a bad walk. It wasn't too cold either, and the extreme wind we've had so much of lately is gone.

The road I take to get downtown is paved in red bricks. These were laid by the CCC in the 1930s, and they've seen better days. But they give the street a distinctive charm, and I like it. The houses in this part of town have character--no two of them alike. A dark red brick one with deep green trim. A light blue house with white trim that looks like it wants to be a cottage. Tall imposing places with pillars. An especially sad one that was probably beautiful once but is now abandoned and boarded up. A midcentury-style house with a courtyard in front. One of my favorites is a very ordinary little house made extraordinary with a staggering amount of colorful decorations in front. Planters, statuary, butterflies on the walls--all painted in vibrant pink, green, yellow, orange, white. It's probably objectively garish, but it's so unapologetically unique that it's a pleasure to see. I wonder who lives there and what sort of people they are.

A lot of businesses and public places in my town have specially painted cows, which all have names. The library has two inside: The Moo-ey Decimal System and Dairy Potter. I didn't stop to look at them today, although I should have. The sale wasn't a success for me. No much selection. My taste and that of people here who donate to the library don't really coincide. So I left pretty quickly but got to see white flowers on the trees just up the street, which was exciting.

Boringsville USA doesn't have a lot of variety in its businesses, but you can't say we don't have antique stores. Downtown is absolutely littered with them. I went to the largest one (three stories!) and prowled around. It's got a weird, dreamlike collection of oddities that go on forever. Wasn't expecting to find anything, but I did! A framed picture for the guest room (Edwardian-looking lady by the sea, very blue and relaxing), a small framed saying of the sort I need to be regularly bashed over the head with, a children's book exactly like one that my grandma had when we were kids, and a few comics in varying states of dilapidation, featuring some of The Children. Most comics I find in antique stores are unrecognizable, so it was a pleasure to encounter some familiar faces.

Heaven only knows what the lady who rang up that weird mix of things thought.

I had lunch at the coffee shop. I usually get the same half-sandwich with certain sorts of soup if available, but since they had the poblano soup today (which is not my thing), I tried a different kind of sandwich. I liked it.

Normally I would stop at the antique shop that sells a lot of books, but I didn't have expectations of finding anything this time and wasn't feeling up to small talk with the chatty elderly man who runs the store. So I went to a gift shop further on and bought a distressed yellow bird figurine because my house needs something cheerful for spring. The lady at this store knows me too because of my parents, who have frequently shopped there when they're in town, and my mom has semi-befriended the owners. She asked if my parents have been in town lately (...no), how they're doing, if I was still working on my degree, what I got my degree in, whether I was the first of my family to go to college here, whether any of my siblings went here too, where my sister is, and could I say hello to my parents for her. Maybe a few other things. Nice of her to remember. Small towns are like this. I wish I were as good as my mom at talking to shop owners.

Got all my steps in by the time I got home. Pretty good day.

[cryptidshadows]

(sorry if your inbox is flooded, no pressure to respond) i'm 20, and about two months on testosterone, and I'm so happy with the changes, happier than I ever thought possible. but god, with everything going on in the USA, it's so difficult to be joyful about my transition. I live with my dad, and while we generally have a good relationship, my transition is starting to freak him out , and our conversations about it are never productive despite my best efforts. im worried I'm going to have to find other housing and it's taking a toll on me. I'm just wondering, how do you find joy despite the world? how do you find hope that it will get better?

I'm so happy for you dude! I'm sorry that things aren't going great with your dad though - I have a distant relationship with my parents, who caused me a lot of trauma over the years, it's not easy and it takes some people a lot of time to adjust and accept change. Some never do. I hope that you can get into a better living situation.

The current climate in the US is alarming and the constant bombardment of bad news can have a nasty impact on mental health. There's a number of ways I've been coping with it and I'll list them under the cut, I hope some of them might be helpful.

Turn off the noise. Being bombarded with bad news on platforms like Twitter or Tumblr can be so overwhelming and can have a huge effect on our well-being. Regulate time spent online, and when you do find yourself scrolling through news, look for ways to take action. Is there a petition to sign, a place to donate your time or skills or a little cash?

Be in nature. I can't stress enough how much of a difference it makes for me to take a walk down a trail in my neighborhood, to listen to birds, to sit on my porch swing during a storm on a summer evening. This can be harder if you live in the city but even just going to a local park or walking the streets for a while can do a lot. Try doing it without your phone on you, or with your phone turned off - leave your headphones at home (at least some of the time). Take in the sights and sounds and smells around you. It can be hugely grounding.

Keep a journal. Especially one in which you write ONE thing each day that you're grateful for, even if that one thing is the same thing every day. Appreciate the small things ("I saw a deer on my commute this morning!" or "I had a really good breakfast today") and make a note of them - and when you're hurting, go back and read about the little moments that made you feel content. The USA is in bad shape right now, but we also have a lot of advantages here too - we have access to many resources and communities that are here to help us.

With that in mind, be a part of your community, if you can. If you're in a position to safely join a local LGBTQ+ group, do it! Volunteer at a local organization that benefits your community. I am a member of the local arts advisory board, I contribute time and design work to the local domestic violence center, I participate in and help organize the annual Pride celebration, serve on multiple LGBTQ+ boards, and I run the local college's QSA. It's hard to do with a full-time career and a comic I want to finish, but it gives me the ability to have a positive impact on people and to see how that affects life right here in my backyard. It's easy to feel hopeless when you're looking at massive global problems that you can't really change, but if every one of us focused on what we can change in our neighborhoods and towns, every community could begin to flourish in some way. Grass roots are the foundation of change.

[originalpersonayouth]

Of course I heard about the alien sightings all around the world, but I'm a scepticist and put it off as just another wave of doomerism. The news are flooded with reports on how the world will end - whether it's the many wars that are breaking out or already going on in Africa and Asia, the revolutions in Asia, riots in Europe and the USA, extremist groups attempting a coup every other week, floods and earthquakes, huge forest fires and other effects of the climate crisis - I stopped reading them long ago.

The world was supposed to end since I was a child, and I stopped worrying at some point. It will take another while until Doomsday arrives at my doorstep and I won't be able to stop it anyway, so I can just focus on my own affairs until then.

I work in a small café that also serves as an office of several social workers. There are mostly drug addicts who come here to get help doing their paperwork, we look up withdrawal programs and rehab centers together, for those who live on the street we put them in contact with social housing facilities, help them write job applications once they are clean and stuff like that. A lot of them do not have our citizenship so we also help them with the formalities for asylum procedures. And while they wait, they can get free coffee and food in the café. It works astonishingly well, the regular customers mingle with the "social cases" and we get a lot of donations to offer free food to everyone who needs it .

The café is rather popular and over time became the go to address for people struggling with their asylum paperwork in our little town.

I like the job, it's a good balance between having a simple and calm life and still having a real Impact on those around me.

And, although they can get annoying sometimes, I like my coworkers too.

Lu, the other barista at the café, was the first person I knew to claim that she had seen an alien. We were closing up and she was on a trash run when I heard her scream. She was pale, pressing against a wall, clutching the empty trash can as if it could shield her from whatever was out there. A racoon, I thought, maybe it got stuck in a plastic bag or something and therefore looked weird.

But we kept seeing them, hiding in the bushes, lurking close to the bins, hushing over the street and into the night.

As we realised that they were rummaging our dumpsters for food, we started putting the scraps on a plate next to the bins. Then we started putting out water too, and at some point clothing and books. Our offers were taken, but we never got more than a glimpse of what took them.

Until today.

I usually open the café at eight in the morning. The big traffic will only start pouring in at eleven or so, but there are some people who are ashamed of coming here and prefer to do it if it's empty, as well as some lonely folks that just want someone to talk. Also I enjoy the peace and quiet while preparing the food and drinks for the day.

Today was no different, I unlocked the doors and went to the back to cut the cake of the day - a really nice chocolate cheesecake - as I heard the doorbell ring.

The social workers weren't in until 9 and our regulars knew that, so I assumed it was one of the old ladies that came here when they felt lonely. So I finished cutting up the cake and carried it towards the counter.

I glanced around the room, but it was empty. Weird, I thought. Maybe they came in, saw that I wasn't ready yet and decided to come back later?

But then the doorbell would have rung twice... I shook my head and opened the door of the display case.

"Ekssskiuse mi, misster?" A voice with a strange accent came out of nowhere. I flinched and crashed the cake against the glass. I looked around, but there was no one in the café.

"Ehm... Hey Lu?" The voice continued. This time I could pinpoint where it came from and I slowly leaned over the counter to see, well, an alien.

It was small, maybe a meter high, and looked like a strange caterpillar. It stood on two legs, four arms were growing out of its sides, the head was very broad, with four Eyes pointing to the front and the sides and something resembling two trunks coming out of its mouth. In its hands it was clutching one of the books we left them - a short guide to the English language - and one of our flyers.

It looked just as scared as I felt and we stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then I pulled myself together, pointed to the cake and said "well, that's not edible anymore, but I'll get another one. What can I do for you?"

The creature fixated its two middle eyes on me, without blinking, the other two eyes darted around the book in its hands.

"Uhm... I don't speak good" it... Hissed? Lispelled? I can't really tell. But it made me calm down. Whatever it wanted, it didn't want to harm me. Apparently, it wanted help, and that was my job.

I spoke again, slowly this time, pointing at the things I mentioned and making gestures.

"Do you want cake? I will get a new one. Then we can talk about how I can help you"

The alien understood. I think. At least it waited patiently while I removed the crushed cake from the display case wiped away the cream. When I came back from the kitchen with the new cake, it had taken place on one of the tablets, clutching the cheese cake plate and slurped up the remaining crumbs. I chuckled, got two cups of coffee and sat down at the table.

"So, how can I help you?"

The alien put down the plate and handed me the flyer it brought. It was an info leaflet about the asylum procedures. The title was "you have the right to be safe here".

"It says: we can stay. We need home, we need safe. And you can make that" the alien explained.

And, once again, I froze for a second. I wonder whether the alien saw my jaw drop and if it knew what that meant in humans.

Of course.

Here I was, at eight in the morning, in my small café in my calm small town, being asked to help an alien in their asylum case. To say I was not prepared for this would be an understatement.

"It is possible, yes?" It asked. "My family, we need. We can't go home. We..." It flipped through the English guide again "flee... From our home. It is... Not safe"

"Yes" I heard myself say " we can look into it."

Many people believe that if an advanced alien species travels the galaxy to visit us, they would not do so with peaceful intent. Almost no one considered they might be refugees.

[anitabyars]

If You Need Me (Toronto Terrors #3)

by Helena Hunting

Release date: November 14th

Narrated by Andi Arndt & Stephen Dexter

A standalone enemies-to-lovers, fake engagement hockey romance.

I’ve been secretly in love with Wilhelmina Reddi-Grinst since the third grade.

I should be the one taking her to our small-town high school reunion. The prom king finally gets his chance with the valedictorian.

Except she hates me.

To the world, I’m a pro hockey player with a million dollar smile.

To Hemi, I’m the menace who (accidentally) sank her bike to the bottom of the lake.

I never thought I’d be able to right my wrongs until she took the team’s PR job.

I’d hoped I was making progress, winning her over—one geriatric polka party at a time.

Until I got drunk one night and made a mistake. A very big mistake.

Now the world thinks we’re both very much in love–—except Hemi is absolutely in loathe.

To save our jobs and reputations, we have to convince all our friends, family, and bosses that our fake relationship is the real deal.

I’ll do anything to protect her, especially if it means I get to be the best boyfriend Hemi never expected.

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Behind her gentle smile and bright eyes lies a strength born of overcoming her own tragedies. Her laughter echoes through my thoughts, her touch branding my soul. We steal moments in the shadows to dance on the edge of something inevitable, something neither of us wants to admit. She’s my fated mate, a bond written in the stars that we both deny.

Rissa Returning to Stock Creek was meant to be a fresh start, a chance to heal the wounds of my past. Little did I know that it would also awaken a deeply buried longing. Nathan has been my brother's best friend for as long as I can remember, but I was just a child when I saw him last. Now, he's a pillar of strength, a ruggedly handsome man with a heart burdened by unspeakable tragedy.

With the shadows of my past forever haunting me, I shouldn't want anyone. Especially not my older brother's best friend. But the more we resist the undeniable chemistry that crackles between us like wildfire, the stronger the pull of our fated bond becomes. His tender moments with his daughter and his protectiveness of me chip away at my resolve until we're hiding our forbidden affair. In a town where everyone knows everyone else's business, we tiptoe around the truth of our connection, pretending that our hearts aren't entwined by destiny. But secrets have a way of unraveling, and ours threatens to unravel everything we've built.

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USA Today bestselling author Lia Davis spends most of her time writing racy romance and witty women's fiction, the majority of which takes place in fantasy worlds full of magic and mayhem. She prides herself on her ability to craft strong and sassy heroines, emotionally intelligent alpha heroes, and rich, expansive universes that readers want to visit again and again. She is the mastermind behind the bestselling Ashwood Falls Series and the co-author of the beloved Witching After Forty Series. She currently resides in Florida where she's working on her very own happily-ever-after with her supportive husband and spends her free time doting on a pack of feisty felines and her loving family.  

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Lainie lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. Her passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.

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[jdgo51]

Devotional Today:

Acts 4:34b-35, “For from time to time those who owned land or houses sold them, brought the money from the sales and put it at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to anyone who had need.”

That would be one way to live out this principle in Micah 6:8, He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Beyond just our little congregation I wonder what it would it look like, and I pray for it to happen that all the Christians who live in Lake City would love each other in these radical ways without paying attention to which denomination they belong to because they recognize that there is really only one Church in town, the body of Christ, of which all true believers are members. And I regularly pray for the other congregations because we are all bound together in Christ for the common purpose we share, to proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ.

That’s a big job. It is more than any of us could do as individuals. I think our food pantry ministry is a good example of what I am talking about. It is a practical ministry. We give food to anyone who needs it. And it is not just our ministry. Our crew of volunteers attend several different churches in town or no church at all. But they all have big loving hearts that enjoy serving with compassion. And we are building bridges, establishing relationships to earn the right to share the gospel in thoughtful and considerate ways.

As for me, I am an ambassador for Christ. I am assigned to work in the USA as a law-abiding citizen of this nation and as a representative of the Kingdom of God. My life is really governed by the interests of my king. And I believe that is the job description of every born-again believer in the world. All believers are ambassadors for Christ. Ambassadors are assigned to all the nations. Some of them have really tough assignments where they are persecuted for their faith. Here in America, we really have it easy. We can thank God for that, but it also makes us responsible to be more sacrificial with our possessions.

The collective work of all the ambassadors is to establish colonies that are loyal to the one true king, small outposts of the God’s Kingdom, on earth as it is in heaven. But it’s not about an empire like the kingdoms of this world. If Jesus wanted a Christian nation, he would have established one, but he didn’t. He established the church. Down through history it can be seen, that whenever Christians have tried to build a Christian nation, or empire, using political power the way the world does, it has always ended in catastrophe.

We are called to be the church, not build an empire. It ought to look different than how people live who don’t know Jesus. We proclaim the gospel, that true freedom is only found through faith in Christ. He is the truth that sets us free. So, as we celebrate our Independence from England and our freedoms, in the USA, I am reminded of my dependence on Christ and the freedom He has granted that applies in every nation. In Him:

-I have been justified and am free from the penalty of sin. -I am being sanctified, being freed from the power of sin. -I will be glorified and freed from the very presence of sin.

The gospel has the power to change the way we live so that unbelievers sit up and take notice and want to get in on it.

A prayer: Help us Lord to live all together in such a loving community that is open and inviting, that lives by your truth and proclaims your gospel. In Jesus’ name, amen.

From Gregory DuBois

[hasufin]

So, I want to talk about this a little bit. Or at least give my thoughts, however useless those may be.

This image reminds me very much of the Eastern Market in downtown DC. It also reminds me of some of the train stations I've been in. And I'm pretty confident that's not a coincidence. They're generally of the same vintage: brick construction in the USA between the ACW and the second world war. These buildings had large open spaces, lots of natural light, and climate control was at best a secondary consideration. They have elements of the victorian-era reliance on sheet glass and metal framing, with relatively slender supporting pillars as well.

I don't think I could personally pick out specific architects, but I bet there's a small set of them, and i bet they were all strongly influenced by the Crystal Palace in London, along with advances in standardized brickmaking.

The other thing I'm thinking about here is a bit of cultural inertia. by 1967, the Supermarket as we know it today was pretty much everywhere in the USA. However, the separate grocers and markets were still around, and were prominent in living memory. For those who don't know, before the supermarket most people got their food from either standalone specialist grocers - butchers, greengrocers, &c - and from weekly farmers' markets. The latter were sometimes in open town spaces, but especially in larger cities they were in dedicated buildings such as the Eastern (along with the Northern and Georgetown) markets in DC, or the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, just to name a few. A few of these remain in operation, and more exist as repurposed historic sites. I'm not sure if the one above depicts a historical farmers market which had since become more specialized, or if it's one which was long held specifically as a flower market.

I do note, though, that the supermarket has probably (along with many other cultural factors) has resulted in a certain loss of community. It's no longer typical for at least one member of a household to be out in public and interacting with the community at large at least once a week. This is beneficial to introverts, and means that "strange" people needn't be on regular display, nor have to cajole someone into selling them food, but it does mean that there's far less chance of actually speaking with your neighbors. I don't think these changes are all bad, or all good, but it's worth thinking about.

Edward Bawden’s linocut of Covent Garden Flower Market, 1967.

[innerdreamercollective]

When celebrity Laina Kelley bolted from her small hometown church on her wedding day, she ran to the first place that came to mind—to the home of the local farrier, a gorgeous playboy who just so happens to be her first love ... and biggest frenemy. 

This Much Is True by Adriana Locke is now live in audio!

USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke delivers a new "sweet and spicy!" standalone romance about a runaway bride who finds herself in the arms, and horse barn, of her deliciously handsome frenemy—who just so happens to be her first love. This isn't your average romance. It begins with me in a wedding dress, just not at an altar ... I never expected to be a runaway bride. I also never thought I'd end up on my ex's doorstep to flee from said wedding. Now that I'm here, it's easy to find the key in an old boot by the door and let myself inside. It's not breaking and entering if I have a key, right? It's safe to say that Luke Marshall didn't expect to find me on his couch in my wedding dress, my veil over my face in tears. He has no choice but to listen to my panic-induced plea for salvation. It's only a matter of time before the tabloids get wind of my disappearing act, and my life is over. Luke takes pity on me and says I can stay... on one condition. I can't sing for my supper—I have to earn it. I have to work in the barn alongside him, up to my elbows in horse manure. Oh—and because there's only one bed, I get the couch. This works ... in theory. However, when sparks start flying, and the small-town farrier asks me to stay, I'll have to decide between my life as a pop star or a second chance with my first love.

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When celebrity Laina Kelley bolted from her small hometown church on her wedding day, she ran to the first place that came to mind—to the home of the local farrier, a gorgeous playboy who just so happens to be her first love ... and biggest frenemy.

My Review Oh I loved Luke & Laina. This second chance love story was funny and steamy. Luke made her see her truth in a way that brought them back together. Those that were using her well he helped her see that too. She found her family. Laina was funny. Luke was hot hot hot! I love this family!

This Much Is True by Adriana Locke is now live!

USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke delivers a new “sweet and spicy!” standalone romance about a runaway bride who finds herself in the arms, and horse barn, of her deliciously handsome frenemy—who just so happens to be her first love.

This isn’t your average romance. It begins with me in a wedding dress, just not at an altar …

I never expected to be a runaway bride. I also never thought I’d end up on my ex’s doorstep to flee from said wedding. Now that I’m here, it’s easy to find the key in an old boot by the door and let myself inside. It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key, right?

It’s safe to say that Luke Marshall didn’t expect to find me on his couch in my wedding dress, my veil over my face in tears. He has no choice but to listen to my panic-induced plea for salvation. It’s only a matter of time before the tabloids get wind of my disappearing act, and my life is over.

Luke takes pity on me and says I can stay… on one condition.

I can’t sing for my supper—I have to earn it. I have to work in the barn alongside him, up to my elbows in horse manure. Oh—and because there’s only one bed, I get the couch.

This works … in theory. However, when sparks start flying, and the small-town farrier asks me to stay, I’ll have to decide between my life as a pop star or a second chance with my first love.

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[mckitterick]

as someone who spent much of my young adult life in queer spaces (was there helping establish the Center for Sex Positive Culture, worked at several Seattle Mister Leather contests, attended many queer-community events, taught a class or two for the community, and generally spent most of my free time in queer spaces - and that's not even counting high school or college), I can attest to all of this

see, I thought I was a Bob for the longest time, because I wasn't that attracted to my same gender, and didn't understand the big deal about masculinity but was willing to perform it, and even though I get very attracted to someone I love it wasn't always a woman (and I am never default attracted to anyone unless there's a spark, and then only after first growing close)

and on and on - these would all be obvious clues for today's young queer folk who have lots more resources for figuring things out for themselves than I had growing up in homophobic small towns USA. but I didn't really know that about myself then, and it (mostly) wasn't relevant when I had a (mostly) monogamous relationship at the time

but if those folks hadn't been so welcoming and let me be as involved in the community as I wished to be, I might never have figured out my blend of queerness. even if I hadn't, just being part of such a welcoming, interesting family was worth it by itself

good post, OP - thanks for opening this conversation

(also I've always been the guy with the tools and garage, so)

I'm kind of at a point where the "queer spaces" i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around

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