#i have a pair of cargo pants that were a little loose at the waistband bc my hips arent as wide since i started t

[mossy-covered-bones]

What people need to understand is that even the smallest, shittiest bit of tailoring they do to their clothes can make a huge difference

[clearexpertarcade]

Dude your getting fat

Joey understood the joys of indulging. So far, his favorite part of college was the food court. There were lots of options there: sodas, pizza, pasta, McDonald’s, Dunkin’ Donuts and pints of Ben & Jerry’s. The best part was that he had tons of points on his meal plan and no one to tell him no back home joey only ate healthy foods becouse his family forbid junk food now that he was no longer subject to his parents dictating his eating habits and being able to eat what he wanted when he wanted was the best On his first day of college joey ate for dinner two quarterpounders, a large fry, a large Coke, and a slice of cheesecake drizzled with chocolate syrup.

Joey became immediately obsessed with food…and lots of it. He visited the Pizza Hut lunch buffet every day, eating $50 of pizza for the $5 he plopped down. Dinners were spent between Chinese buffets and the college cafeteria; in both cases, Joey spent hours eating anything and everything he could get served

but Joey’s eating did’t go unnoticed Mikey was completely stunned with his roommate’s growing body Joey would sit on the couch eating food and watching TV all day long. Days passed and he  followed the same routine every day, just eating and getting fatter as Joey’s weight ticked upward and upward, his belly and bulges getting bigger by the day reaching new levels of gluttony and before long his love of burgers and pastries were steadily increasing his waistline to the point joeys gut was on the verge of an overhang.

After three months of college joey’s gut now hung way over the top of his pants and jiggled like jello every time he moved Mikey opened the door to see his once thin roommate standing sitting at his desk. Joey’s belly was poking out of his extremely tight white undershirt that outlined every pound of fat as well as his plump womanly tits.  He had on a tight pair of sweatpants too.  They only made his love handles more pronounced. Mikey noticed that he was chewing and then he saw the pack of twinkies on his deck’s Mikey patted his roommate on the stomach and said, “Careful buddy, you’re gonna get fat.”

‘‘am not getting fat’‘

joey reply “I wonder how fat you’re gonna get before you actually realize it!”

Joey shrugged, getting anther Twinkie . “I’ll still hit the gym and run, you know?’’

“when do you Work out!” He immediately lifted Joeys’s shirt off of him and slapped his newly-fattened belly, watching the new rolls of fat ripple

Joey pushed his roommate away. “Gimme a break. I might’ve put on a few pounds but I’ll lose it.’

"A few!. Looks like two or three dozen to me I don’t think you could lose it…even if you tried” Mikey answered then lifting joey’s heft up and letting it fall and jiggle.

next few weeks Mikey noticed that joey Eating habits stayed the same  and so did joey’s expanding waistline One morning, after getting out of the shower, joey put on his gray boxer briefs and noticed they were skin tight on his ass. His belly drooped a little over the elastic waistband. joey shrugged and pulled on his 33” cargo shorts having to suck in his gut to button his pants later as Joey ate at his He groaned again at the tightness in his stomach, and reached down to unbutton his tight shorts; shorts that he knew were loose on him just before he came to college. The button struggled, but his hands were deft and the clasp was freed. He sighed in relief as his stomach fell gratefully into the extra space.Joey then got up and and when to reach high in the shelf to get some more beers, the bottom of his belly got exposed due to the motion. Mikey saw the bottom part of his belly. It had a nice overhang now and belly lopes along with it. noticing joey softening middle hanging out of his shirt and noticing joey’s unbuttoned shorts.

 “Dude, you’re getting fat. You can’t even close your shorts.”

“Shut up yes i can” 

 “OK Fatty then button them.” 

Joey them Try to Button His pants again, but his stomach was in the way. He pulled hard, and managed to get the button nearer to fastening, but didn’t quite manage it. He sucked in his stomach, and had nearly buttoned them when he lost control of his belly and it went jiggling back into place. “Everything ok? Joey or did they shrink in the dryer”  Joey jumped again, his face bright red. “I CAN BUTTON THEM!” Joey said hurriedly, surprised at how out of breath he sounded. “Yeah dose not look like it.” Mikey merely stared at him. Joey grinned and tried to fasten his pants again, pretending that nothing unusual was going on. But his belly was having none of it. He continued to fumble with the button, painfully aware of Mikey’s steady gaze. On what must have been his sixth or seventh attempt, he sucked in his stomach as far as he could and hastily forced the button shut. To his relief it fastened, and he relaxed his stomach. He thought he heard the button groan “see button” Joey said out of breath But then hurried into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, locked it, and began unbuttoning his pants allowing his stomach room to expand without having to suck it in for Mikey.

Joey pants were getting tighter and tighter to they finally gotten so tight They started leaving red marks after a long day joey would normally unbutton his pants when home alone but Joey leave it done no matter how tight he pants where getting whenever Mikey was home joey was sick of hearing how fat he was getting i mean it was a few pounds Joey did’t know why he was making such a big deal about it till joey could no longer deny hie growing gut from Mikey anymore when joey leaned forward to reach for his beer, when suddenly he heard the button on his shorts groan. There was a pinch at his waist, then a loud snap, and the pressure dissipated immediately from his waist as his button went flying across the room. His zipper gave under the pressure of his surging belly and jiggled wildly on his lap, jutting forward even farther than it had ever before, leaving his belly completely exposed, pale, flabby and jiggly right before Mikey’s eyes.Joey’s first reaction was to suck in his gut But Joey could only hold his stomach in for a few seconds before the muscles in his abdomen relaxed and his gut jiggled back into place Mikey let out a hysterical laugh and gave joey’s belly a slap. joey felt waves ripple through his thick fat 

“Dude, i told you were going to getting fat now you can’t hide it your belly sticks out wherever you go”

‘‘am not fat Mikey you asshole’‘

“Prove it, fatty Let’s see how big you really are, fat boy”

Mikey reaches for a tape measure and wrap it around joey’s wast joey limitedly suck in he belly 

“Only 42 inches? No way, porky! Let’s wait and see.” 

Joey’s stomach muscles beginning to hurt from the strain of holding in his big gut before and in less then a minute joey’s muscles give out. and stomach suddenly inflates to its full size

“That’s more like it, porky. A nice, fat 48 inches ”

Mikey then slapped joey’s gut and pinched  his newly pierced man tits, saying

“See how that belly looks Fatboy? You can’t tell me you don’t fucking see it Just look at you. A total fattened porker‘‘

[cr0wprince]

I constantly still think about the time I was eleven and my pad fell out of my pants at Kroger. I kicked it under the buggies, but like, what did they think when they found it???

[uschickens]

It’s the Friday before a long weekend; my brain is totally not where it should be, so instead I inflict more of my and @momosandlemonsoda’s qipao!Liu Sang AU. When last we left off, it was confirmed that it’s a modern AU, that Liu Sang dresses all over the gender spectrum however he pleases in that moment, and Wu Xie and Xiaoge are ensnared the moment he is both gorgeous and competent.

(For the record, this is his vibe in qipao:

And today this is his vibe in modern dress:

But, you know, with better shoes and a more flattering color.)

Everything about Liu Sang's outfit is bespoke, of course, since qipao rarely are made to fit to his wide shoulders and narrow hips. His tailor is a genius, and he thanks heaven that he found her. Reflecting back on it from Wu Xie's bed the morning after, the gloves were absolutely a perfect purchase and he will be indulging in several more pairs. Perhaps he will even allow Wu Xie to pay for them.

Later, when they are working *and* sleeping together, Liu Sang will get a pair of custom fingerless gloves to wear while working with his urns. While predominantly practical in intent and construction, they also have a line of tiny buttons. It is something of a ritual for Wu Xie, Xiaoge, or both of them to do up the buttons before setting out. If it’s a sedate enough job, Liu Sang might even wear some of the custom underwear as well, beneath his cargo pants and moisture wicking top. He will allow Xiaoge a peek to entertain him on the quiet job, but Wu Xie must wait to unwrap him and be surprised afterwards, because even the simplest job will get derailed if Wu Xie knows what is under Liu Sang’s clothes. *Especially* if Wu Xie is the one who paid for it.

(Liu Sang is almost as incensed as Pangzi, the first time they almost die from crustaceans or whatever because Wu Xie threw down when he saw the line of lace peek over the waistband of Liu Sang’s cargo pants. However, Liu Sang’s arguments were far less compelling, delivered as they were from a mouth still red and swollen from use.)

Liu Sang’s tailor, once she figures out that Liu Sang is dressing for someone(s) else in addition to himself, insists that “the beneficiaries of her handiwork” come along with him, so that she can, ahem, tailor her selections to suit them as well. Yes, she needs to see them in person. No, Liu Sang cannot “just tell her what they like.” Liu Sang has a promising eye and reasonable taste, but who is the professional? Honestly.

Xiaoge is the sensualist who likes to see Liu Sang in silk, warm with the heat of his body, both for how it feels to Xiaoge’s touch and for how Xiaoge can make Liu Sang feel by moving the silk over his body.

Wu Xie likes to see Liu Sang all bound up, in strappy little underthings and vests cut viciously close to the body. He likes unwrapping his presents. Wu Xie also has strong opinions about what colors should be next to Liu Sang’s skin. Xiaoge has fewer opinions but always appreciates the rich palate Wu Xie chooses for their boy.

Picture it: Liu Sang in a deep grey pinstripe three piece suit, with an emerald shirt underneath buttoned all the way up. Collar bar, no tie. Sharp creased pants with a slightly wider leg and a deep cuff. Underneath: a matching emerald bondage harness that lays close to the skin so as not to be seen under the shirt, even if he were to take the jacket and vest off. Crisscrossing his chest and back, framing his half-finished tattoo. Matching green silk panties that are mostly strap in the back. Before Liu Sang tucks in his shirt, Wu Xie can’t help but snap one of the back straps to make red patterns on his ass.

At some point that evening, possibly when they've retreated to a suite in a fancy hotel, Xiaoge ends up dancing with Liu Sang while still in full tuxedo, starched collar and all, while Liu Sang is barefoot, hair loose, and no top but the harness, but pinstriped pants still creased sharply. Xiaoge has no memory of learning to waltz but is excellent at it; he has muscle memory of most social dances from the 1920s-1940s. The lights are low so as not to hurt Xiaoge’s sensitive eyes, music low for Liu Sang’s ears. Wu Xie is reclining in a chair somewhere, tie loosened, drinking whiskey and watching them with dark eyes, living his best goddamn life.

They’re on a dizzyingly high floor with floor to ceiling windows on three sides, few lights on but those of the city skyline. The common areas of the hotel are on the ostentatious, conspicuous consumption side of things that don’t really suit any of them, so they are more than happy to retreat to the sleek minimalism of their suite after, perhaps, a clusterfuck of a job. It’s worth the money, though, to see Xiaoge and Liu Sang backlit by city lights, to see the crease of pain ease from between Liu Sang’s eyes with the excellent soundproofing of the room, to see the glint in Xiaoge's eye and know that Wu Xie is going to get bent over that freestanding tub large enough for all three of them later on and get railed until he puts that soundproofing to the test. To have splurged on the two bedroom suite so that they can trash one bed and still no one will have to sleep in the wet spot. To have the low, padded bench in front of one of the massive windows so that Liu Sang’s knees are protected when Wu Xie fucks him for all of the city spread out beneath them to see.

[kashimos-hajime]

bottom of the bottle | g.r.

summary: gabriel tried to outdrink morrison. where does that leave you? his designated caretaker plus his girlfriend, you suppose.

WARNINGS: just something really cute, lots of fluff, that’s all, gabe is a big soft drunk pairing: gabriel reyes x fem!reader word count: 1.1k

part of the black and blue universe

It’s funny.

In hindsight, it’s really funny.

Currently, kneeling over a toilet as you run a hand soothingly down his back and make sure no hair gets in the way of his volatile vomit, it isn’t. Turns out partying isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and now you’re paying the price.

Well, Reyes is.

You’re designated caretaker.

“Your ego couldn’t have taken the hit?” you ask, amused as he groans, his hand on the rim of the toilet bowl. “Jack was already giving up by shot forty-two.”

“Got to ninety-seven,” he mumbles, hanging his head low in the toilet bowl and you reach over to flush the toilet. Grabbing the wet towel, you dot it down his back, down the small divot of his spine before he pushes back, collapsing against the steel walls of his quarters’ bathroom. His hair is loose, falling over his eyes, and you pat at his sweaty brow sympathetically.

“Men and your egos,” you simply say, trying not to laugh out loud.

“If it were anyone else besides you,” he says raspily, “I would have them fucking court-martialled and banned from ever seeing me again. I would serve them an NDA and a restraining order. I would hire a hitman and wipe their existence from the net.” He glances up at the lights, squinting heavily and you get up, stepping over his legs to grab the water bottle you nabbed on your way out of the lounge. Crouching down again, you smile fondly.

“I feel special, then,” you whisper, handing him the bottle and brushing hair back over his head. Kissing his temple, you move to get the bed ready for him to collapse in, knowing he’s going to need to be knocked out for a good few hours. Even with SEP, he’s going to have a fucking massive hangover. He downed like…

You can’t even do math. You’re fucking drunk yourself.

Pulling the covers back, you wriggle yourself onto the bed, shimmying your clothes off and unclipping your bra, flinging it into some unknown corner of the room. You roll onto your side, the cheeky smile unable to slip off your face as Gabriel finally stands, leaning over the sink with a repressed groan.

“You can turn off the lights if they hurt, babe,” you call teasingly, and he swings his head to pin you with a glare.

“I could punch you right now,” he grumbles, slamming his hand against the switch. Immediately, the bathroom plunges into darkness and you hear the distinct sound of the tap running as he brushes his teeth. You stretch in bed, just grateful both of you managed to make it through an Overwatch party in one piece. More often than not, there are insane games where every single one of them turns into a competitive asshole, but not this time.

Nope. This time, it was just a good old-fashioned drink off, time for chatting, and good food.

Thank God for that because you snuck out a few burgers and stuffed them in Reyes’ fridge for the morning. They’re gonna need something greasy after tonight.

Before long, the mattress is dipping underneath your company’s weight and you hear his heavy sigh as he lays down on his side. You roll over, stark naked against his half-naked body, and drape yourself over him, wrapping an arm around his chest and nudging your head underneath his chin. Instantly, his arm wraps around your waist, settling on your hip and his thumb rubs over you hip bone.

“Feeling better?” you whisper, tilting your chin up to kiss his jaw. He arches an eyebrow in the dim light, barely prying his eyes open to glance at you. “C’mon, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. Feeling loads better,” he grumbles, tugging you closer. Your legs wrap around one of his still-clothed ones, your feet rubbing against his calf. Reyes’ is always so fucking warm. It’s the only reason you sleep naked sometimes. Just to feel that heat— “Cold?”

“Eh. When am I ever with you around?” you mumble, tracing his bare chest with a finger. You know every single one of the scars littering his body—you were there when he got some of them, and for others, he told you the stories linked to every pale little imperfection. There’s a bullet hole right near his heart, and your finger traces the circular mark. It’s darker than his skin, and you curiously dig your finger into his skin.

“Hey. Go to sleep,” he murmurs, his free hand coming up to envelop your prodding fingers. Fingers interlacing, he brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a kiss against your fingers, trailing down to your wrist before laying your palm flat against his face. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” you reply, scooting yourself out from underneath his chin and putting yourself at eye level to him. His eyes open blearily as he looks at you, head tilted into the pillow. “But I’m not gonna have sex with you when you’re this… uh…” Your face screws up as you try to find the adequate phrase.

“Sickly?”

“Not sickly. Just… indisposed?” You wince at your own choice of words and he growls, nipping at your chin and jaw. He could easily roll over and pin you down, shift the waistband of his cargo pants down just low enough and take you easy.

You’d let him. You know you’re no better than he is when it comes to the charms of a partner.

But he doesn’t do anything of the sort.

Instead, his mouth flutters up again to your jaw, presses languid, warm kisses against your mouth, and you sigh. It’s heavenly, just simply kissing him, your hand curling against his face as your other hand brushes against his jaw. His arm around your waist tightens and he rolls onto his side, his free fingers finding the neck.

“Not indisposed, then,” you whisper nefariously.

“Not at all. But I’m exhausted.” He presses his forehead against yours. “Remind me never to drink again. I fucking know I can beat Jack at that shit.”

“Yeah. Ninety-something shots? Pretty fucking impressive.”

“That impressed you, huh?”

You laugh. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, it did. Why, did you do it to impress me?”

He kisses you again, heavily, slowly, like he’s drawing the love out of your heart. “Maybe. Maybe I did it for a pretty lady.”

Smiling against his lips, you feel the beginnings of a tired grin pull at his cheeks too. “Then, consider this lady in awe of your power.”

[apterydek]

After a year of jockhood

A year of jockhood came and went, daily workouts, buzzed head, sweaty gym shorts. Though you were stronger and more comfortable than ever, you missed being preppy. Looking back at the old photos from when you wore chinos and polos instead, you remembered how you felt then: disappointed you weren’t living the jock life.

“I’m not sure what to do,” you confess to Sir. He’s the one putting you through your paces, holding you to your meal plan. He was the one who gave you your first buzz, clippers set to 1. “Though I’m living my fantasy, and I feel confident, I keep feeling like I’m missing out on all the other versions of me. This was supposed to be my final transformation, and despite all the mental training, I just can’t stick with it. I’m sorry Sir, I fear I’ve disappointed you. I know you’ve put so much effort into training me.”

Sir isn’t angry, nor let down. He’s pensive, eyes out of focus, forehead furrowed. Then, with a sudden smile, he starts: “Boy, it’s no problem. I’ve seen this before. Sensed that it might happen. It’s just that I wanted you to have the full jock experience you were so dedicated to when we first started. I know just what to do. Another year of training—”

“Another year?” you blurt in disbelief.

“Shush, boy,” he continues, stern now. “This year will be unlike the last year. Rather than get you deep into one identity, we’ll change things up every month. We’ll explore all the different versions of you. Then decide what to do next. Who knows, maybe you’ll be begging to go back to jock mode.”

Your mouth is open. “W..well…” you say, processing what Sir’s suggesting. It tingles, excitement gripping you, and you decide to comply. “Yes Sir!” you shout. He’s already thinking of what you’ll become, and within the week, you’re given your first identity.

January you kept your hoodies and trainers, but grew out your hair slightly on top even as the sides were shaved. You wore a steel necklace and a tracksuit. Manspreading, walking with a swagger. Drinking and cursing. Watching porn. Sir would catch you by surprise and pin you against the wall, getting his pleasure from you. You loved the sudden lack of discipline, the spontaneity, the cockiness.

February your hair was long enough to part and slick. Your wardrobe was entirely replaced with white briefs and singlets, gray and blue dress shirts, smart slacks, knee socks, shined shoes and even a pair of short elasticated wool shorts for home. You tucked in your shirt every day, followed a structured schedule, and learned the basics of piano and French every evening. Sir would spank you for the smallest transgressions. You came to enjoy his discipline, the way your energy was controlled and focused on learning.

March your hair kept growing. You returned to sporty shorts with matching silky shirts. Leg day every day. Running, endurance. Sir had chosen only two outfits for you to wear. It made decisions easy. He chose your food carefully for energy. By the end of all the workouts you’d be ready to head to bed, but you were quizzed on football stats every day from the games you spent hours watching. You lived through your team’s performance, trained hard to emulate your favorite players. Sport, sport, sport. The month passed quickly.

April you didn’t get a haircut, just put a little hair gel in it. Polos and khakis or bright, short shorts. Boat shoes. You started to drink again. Spent lots of time on social media, taking lots of selfies with vapid pearly smiles. A lot of them involved golf, which you were now taking up. Sir got you invited to a party on a yacht. Little discipline again, just spending money, and enjoying the money others spent, and the respect everyone gave you.

May you used a straight iron and bobby pins. Pink crop tops and pink high tops. Became a go-go dancer, shaking your butt every time someone slipped a sweaty dollar bill down the waistband of your glittery hot pants. Pumped your nips every night and morning. Sir worked your hole every morning until you could take a plug, then a thick dildo, then a fist. Sometimes, after your shows, you’d get the chance to fit other guys’ hands up your hole too. It felt good to be desired, great to be a slut, and utterly fabulous to be so flamboyant.

June you got a cut in front and a trim in the back. Button-ups with the snaps, tucked into tight Wranglers and secured with a massive belt buckle. You listened to country music the entire time you were awake. Spent time hunting and fishing, dressed in camo and/or waders. Beaten-up T-shirts and trucker caps half the time. Cowboy hats the other half. It was relaxing getting back into nature, relaxing listening to repetitive songs, relaxing to slip completely into this identity and hear the voices of anxiety silenced. Some time every day, Sir gave you hearty pats on the back, and butt, and you embraced him, totally at ease.

July you awoke in briefs and a singlet again. An extra-large polo shirt, sweater vest, and loose polyester dress pants were stuffed over you, and you were taken to a barbershop and given a tight waxed horseshoe flattop with a white, shiny, wide landing strip. Glasses for good measure too. The only fun you had was DnD, but mostly you were too busy reading academic papers, solving logic puzzles, and arguing with strangers on Quora to spend much time on the DnD sessions. Sir would turn the Internet off at 9 every night, though, and you’d have to wake up early the next day to catch up on your online pursuits. It felt good to know more than anyone else...except Sir, of course.

August you got tired of feeling like other guys were about to bully you and became the bully instead. Buzzed again, gym shorts, tank tops, lifting, protein shakes and meal plans: all the things you’d gotten tired of six months ago, but which seemed so comfortable and natural now. You almost didn’t want to continue the cycle of transformations. Begged Sir, naked and on your knees, your prominent pecs quivering slightly. Sir denied you. You needed still more discipline.

September you were to follow a detailed schedule to the minute. Your buzz was shaved daily on the back and sides, clippered to a 0.5 on top. You were issued one set of clothes for PT, and one set of clothes for day-to-day wear: a polo and cargo pants with stiff black boots that gave you blisters. There was a final set of clothing for dinners and special outings: a dress shirt secured with shirt stays, immaculately creased trousers, mirror-shined black shoes. Punishments were severe and severely boring: standing at attention for hours, endless sets of push-ups, and marches in circles with the sun beating on your shorn head. Despite the unpleasantness, you felt proud to be held to such a strict standard, and to comply with it at least most of the time. Sir would occasionally reward your compliance with a treat like a single ice cream bar or 20 minutes of free time.

October you asked again to become a jock, or a frat boy, again, but Sir, tight-lipped, shook his head. You hadn’t learned your lesson. Stripped of all clothing, you winced as you were shaved head to toe, and a chastity cage was forced on and locked. You were rubbed with lube before being covered in a thick black rubber suit that covered your entire body, zips held closed with a dozen miniature padlocks. You were let out of rubber only for your brief, intense workouts—for public matters, a thinner rubber suit that left your arms and legs exposed was fastened on you, after which you donned a plain black T-shirt, black jeans, black Converses and a black snapback. Half the time, a large plug was shoved up your ass. You didn’t have a strict schedule any more, but the punishments more than made up for it. Perhaps your entire existence was one punishment. You were beaten, forced into painful positions, your balls stretched, made to drink piss and eat from the floor. You slept in a large dog cage. Slowly, you got used to it, hastened by Sir’s hypnosis and brainwashing sessions. You realized how much effort Sir was putting into the training and resolved not to disappoint him again. The border between pain and pleasure disappeared, and you grew content in the moment, constant intense sensations forcing your attention on the present. For Halloween you were paraded out in your full rubber suit, a collar and leash around your neck.

November you knelt, bound, ready for the next layer of intensity, for a fresh round of humiliation and torture. You accepted whatever Sir might inflict upon you. But he untied you, let you out, gently cleaned you in the bathtub, and had you lie on a towel. It was only when you felt a soft, pillowy sensation enveloping your chastity cage that you realized what he’d planned. You had a large wardrobe of brightly colored T-shirts and pants and a full rack of chunky sneakers. There were rules, of course, particularly around bedtime, screen time, and getting your diaper changed, but you were otherwise free to play as you wished. The lack of punishment initially seemed wrong, like cheating, but you settled into your new pampered lifestyle as Sir gently encouraged you and occasionally told you life stories to learn from. By the end of the month, you were making cucumber sandwiches like a pro, wearing a cartoon sandwich T-shirt and overalls.

December Sir trimmed the sides and back of your head, undressed you, unlocked you from chastity, and showed you to yet another set of clothing. You couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but he didn’t tell you what you were supposed to become, just smiled and walked out of the room. No kinky gear or implements anywhere, just a fleshlight in the back of the drawer, behind the boxer shorts and miscellaneous patterned shirts and jeans. Sir just kind of...left you alone, not telling you when to wake up or what any consequences of anything would be. With the horniness from the previous months of chastity and discipline built up, you started to jerk off at least three times a day. Sitting at the dinner table with Sir eating pizza, you asked him what this was all about. It felt so wrong.

“Boy, this month I’m showing you what you haven’t had for several years: a ‘normal’ lifestyle. No control, no schedule, no denial, no punishments, just...freedom. You shouldn’t forget, I can give you any transformation I desire, and this month I want you to be a regular guy. What’s light without shadow, a vessel without the internal emptiness, a crisp autumn day without the muggy summer before it?”

Almost crying at this point, you nodded. You’d taken all this kinky artifice for granted, assumed that last month was Sir’s way of letting you off easy even though you were in diapers. You had gotten so accustomed to Sir’s control that you’d let yourself get tired of living your deepest fantasies as a prep and a jock.

You stood up. “Sir,” you started, about to apologize, about to thank him, about to tell him how much you loved him, but you pushed your face into his and gave him a deep kiss, inserting your tongue, feeling his warm mouth relax in pleasure. You hugged him tight, and he hugged you tighter, and you were together, equals now. Wait, equals? That didn’t feel right.

You pulled his arms behind his back and scowled. “I love you. That’s why I’m going to do to you what you did to me. We’ll start with you as a jock.” Sir’s eyes widened. You kept your face stern, but worried he’d find some way to punish you. Suddenly, Sir sat up and straightened his shoulders. “Sir, yes Sir!” he yelled. And so, another year began, with a Sir and boy playing through various transformations, except the Sir and boy were reversed this time, and a few times, for a month at a stretch, they’d stop and live as equals, just to appreciate what they had. Appreciate each other they most certainly did.

[sunritual]

Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

The shaggy law - There should be a law that if you continuously and shamelessly deny doing something, no matter how indisputably obvious it is that you did it, you should get off free for pure savegery.

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

People think grammar rules are etched into the universe — they’re not. When people say AAve is incorrect and ignorant, they say that their conception of how one should speak is inherently correct despite no evidence/truth. Grammar is agreed upon not mandated

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

Humans aren’t inherently higher than any other creature or thing, but as humans i don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize other humans. There no better or worse but there is optimal for certain environments and lifestyles.

What differentiates a piece of art from a slightly different replica - when is it an entirely different piece altogether? Moving a figure slightly? Adding a splash of paint ? Changing a color to the point where no one could tell? Is the persons perception the deciding factor or what’s actually on the canvas. If abstract art is about the perception, and the waning behind it - does it change with these things?

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Job apps tip!! For every job you apply to , Change your last name on your resume to the last name of the hiring manager and they will think you are related to them and hire you with nepotism. ( then, or coarse, legally when you get the job)

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

Do you ever wonder if personality traits would be diffferntnin different cultures? Would a quiet person be even quieter if they were brought up in North Korea? Or the same amount of talkativity? Do we have the traits no matter what, or are we inclined to be more of one way than the others around us. Are personality traits created by comparison to those around?

Maybe the anxiety comes from knowing your not “supposed” to be as quiet as you are. You don’t really want to talk, that’s okay , but it’s expected that you do. So you are anxiety that your not living up

I find happiness every single day

This feeling has made me so appreciative of my mental state usually. How many people feel like this on the regular? How many people have this as their default? I am so lucky. My default is happy. I have my issues, but i need to appreciate the gift i was given. I was given elation. Childlike wonder. Curiosity. Adventurousness. Self completion and fullness. The rest will come.

If you see a celebrity you want to talk to in public but don’t want to bother them, make sure they don’t see that you saw them and start a fake conversation telling a friend that they should buy a product they are a sponsor for, and that they should use their coupon code. When they approach you to thank you for being such a loyal fan, obviously pretend to be shocked that they just so happened to be there

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

If you assume you have free will you limit your critical thinking ability and therefor stour actual free will - you need to navigate technology such as algorithms that show you why at you want to see or you completely loose free will - you cannot chose when you don’t even know a choice. there is Somthing controlling you

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

Shape shifting would solve all of this. I could go to Washington DC, pretend to be trump, concede then leave. It would be hilarious, however if me and trump looked identical and had to so the most idiotic crazy shit to prove to America that we indeed are the true DJ.

Coup busting outfit - light cute short sleeve camo shirts , army green super utalitarian cargo pants , double sash belts in leather with grommets studs or spikes (to be decided by team (with democracy) or left up to the individual) leather (vegan available) lace up knee high boots (maybe with spikes if not too 2012) and the pies de resistance two army green denim shoulder high gloves that fold down as far as needed for the comfort of the fighter. Will be adorned with patches decided by the wearer. Edges will be frayed to honor to the coup busting aesthetic and spirit of the endeavor. We can decide on a signature lip color, but spf is required for all fighters. Of coarse we will have those football stripes below the eyes, don’t be stupid.

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Senator Portman - i hope you are well, and want to thank you for the hard work you have put in to this election. However, it has become abundantly clear that joe Biden and Kamala Harris have secured more than enough electoral and popular votes to warrant recognition as president and vice elect. Upon reading the transcripts of he hopeless court cases, there is absolutely no evidence of vote measurable fraud. is time you stand up for democracy and face reality by congratulating he pair on their success. Americans and scared and they need a powerful republican voice to demounce the unsubstantiated conspircy theories that attempt to thwart democracy in this beautiful county. Please do the right thing , and stand with sanity, freedom and democracy. History books and citizens will thank you. May god bless you, your staff and loved ones

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world

A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?

Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.

Build fact checking into apps

Narrative self vs experiential

Walks you through steps of the sciefitifc method and encourages you to explain how you feel each step actually helped you- then walks you through a scientist doing the same for their reasarch

Republicans only want to be free in the specific ways that benefit corporations

Are Christians more willing to support the death pen early because they already believe in the cruel and overstepping punishment of hell?

Where did the idea come from that you need to remain impartial when trying to persuade

The idea that there is someone in a similar but different dwelling, hearing similar but different sounds and feeling similar but different feelings is wild

We synthesize sets of traits, and particular actions in a super biased culturally constructed way

With the way we see things as humans- we categorize things into groups that aren’t really reaaal ― paratheletic groups

I just want the people and jobs that benefit society

Connection to nietzsches Dionysian art and eckheart tolle/Taoism

No matter your personality, there is probably a part of the world that you would fit in with naturally.

An ordinary girl is selected as one of the representatives of earth in the first meeting of various alien species after one advanced planet discovered and United 10. Confused as to why she was chosen, she goes on her journey meeting

Wha ba Bada da da da da dada he’s a wha ba ba dadada as a matter of fact it’s not my fault if you came up here thinking that you would win

Wanting to break boundaries and rules for the sake those who are hurt by the rules

You are imagining the best case scenario of the life you want to have and experience Ming the reality of the life you so have.

Yes her drips cosmetics line to students i. Class

Chez it people can goldfish people

Your personality flows where a system needs it to go to maintain balance

[forunfeltimaginations]

Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

The shaggy law - There should be a law that if you continuously and shamelessly deny doing something, no matter how indisputably obvious it is that you did it, you should get off free for pure savegery.

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

People think grammar rules are etched into the universe — they’re not. When people say AAve is incorrect and ignorant, they say that their conception of how one should speak is inherently correct despite no evidence/truth. Grammar is agreed upon not mandated

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

Humans aren’t inherently higher than any other creature or thing, but as humans i don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize other humans. There no better or worse but there is optimal for certain environments and lifestyles.

What differentiates a piece of art from a slightly different replica - when is it an entirely different piece altogether? Moving a figure slightly? Adding a splash of paint ? Changing a color to the point where no one could tell? Is the persons perception the deciding factor or what’s actually on the canvas. If abstract art is about the perception, and the waning behind it - does it change with these things?

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Job apps tip!! For every job you apply to , Change your last name on your resume to the last name of the hiring manager and they will think you are related to them and hire you with nepotism. ( then, or coarse, legally when you get the job)

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

Do you ever wonder if personality traits would be diffferntnin different cultures? Would a quiet person be even quieter if they were brought up in North Korea? Or the same amount of talkativity? Do we have the traits no matter what, or are we inclined to be more of one way than the others around us. Are personality traits created by comparison to those around?

Maybe the anxiety comes from knowing your not “supposed” to be as quiet as you are. You don’t really want to talk, that’s okay , but it’s expected that you do. So you are anxiety that your not living up

I find happiness every single day

This feeling has made me so appreciative of my mental state usually. How many people feel like this on the regular? How many people have this as their default? I am so lucky. My default is happy. I have my issues, but i need to appreciate the gift i was given. I was given elation. Childlike wonder. Curiosity. Adventurousness. Self completion and fullness. The rest will come.

If you see a celebrity you want to talk to in public but don’t want to bother them, make sure they don’t see that you saw them and start a fake conversation telling a friend that they should buy a product they are a sponsor for, and that they should use their coupon code. When they approach you to thank you for being such a loyal fan, obviously pretend to be shocked that they just so happened to be there

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

If you assume you have free will you limit your critical thinking ability and therefor stour actual free will - you need to navigate technology such as algorithms that show you why at you want to see or you completely loose free will - you cannot chose when you don’t even know a choice. there is Somthing controlling you

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

Shape shifting would solve all of this. I could go to Washington DC, pretend to be trump, concede then leave. It would be hilarious, however if me and trump looked identical and had to so the most idiotic crazy shit to prove to America that we indeed are the true DJ.

Coup busting outfit - light cute short sleeve camo shirts , army green super utalitarian cargo pants , double sash belts in leather with grommets studs or spikes (to be decided by team (with democracy) or left up to the individual) leather (vegan available) lace up knee high boots (maybe with spikes if not too 2012) and the pies de resistance two army green denim shoulder high gloves that fold down as far as needed for the comfort of the fighter. Will be adorned with patches decided by the wearer. Edges will be frayed to honor to the coup busting aesthetic and spirit of the endeavor. We can decide on a signature lip color, but spf is required for all fighters. Of coarse we will have those football stripes below the eyes, don’t be stupid.

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Senator Portman - i hope you are well, and want to thank you for the hard work you have put in to this election. However, it has become abundantly clear that joe Biden and Kamala Harris have secured more than enough electoral and popular votes to warrant recognition as president and vice elect. Upon reading the transcripts of he hopeless court cases, there is absolutely no evidence of vote measurable fraud. is time you stand up for democracy and face reality by congratulating he pair on their success. Americans and scared and they need a powerful republican voice to demounce the unsubstantiated conspircy theories that attempt to thwart democracy in this beautiful county. Please do the right thing , and stand with sanity, freedom and democracy. History books and citizens will thank you. May god bless you, your staff and loved ones

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world

A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?

Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.

Narrative self vs experiential

[tartxglia]

Body Shots // Lee Felix

Pairing: Felix x Reader Genre: Smut Requested: Kind of? Words: 3.2k+ Warnings: Body shots but not full smut

The wooden front door does a surprisingly good job of muffling the sounds of the party going on inside the dorm. You can hear the upbeat melody of the beginnings of I Like It all the way from the lift down the hallway, feel the faint bass of it vibrating the floor as you step in front of the door. You don't bother ringing the doorbell, much less even knocking, and just move to open the door.

Immediately you're hit with Cardi B's fourth verse in the song, you know for sure because she raps 'They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body'. The song is much louder now that it's no longer muffled, and the bass travels throughout your whole body, especially your chest. The Stray Kids dorm is dimly lit, the projector otherwise used to watch movies now projecting light onto a disco ball for party vibes. The boys were celebrating the end of their first world tour, and they chose to invite a few close friends and host a small party in their dorm.

Off in the living room, you see a small crowd, and you can only assume it forms around Hyunjin who might be performing his choreography for this song. Just as you're closing the door and taking your shoes off, you're greeted by Jeongin who walks out the kitchen with a drink in his hand.

"Noona!" His smile makes you soft inside and you find yourself automatically smiling back.

"Jeongin, you get cuter every day." You ruffle his hair in affection before engulfing him into a tight hug. When you withdraw, you eye the cup in his hand.

"That's not alcohol, I hope," you tease the cute boy. His eyes widen and he stutters, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm kidding, you can do whatever you want Jeongin-ie."

He breathes a mock sigh of relief before regaining his smile, then he's pulling you towards the living room. "We were wondering where you were, Hyunjin hasn't stopped whining." You chuckle at his commentary, having no doubts that your best friend and fellow SOPA classmate��now graduate–would behave like that.

"Oh and," he leans a bit closer now as if preparing to tell you a secret, "Felix was secretly hoping around about it too." This time he chuckles as he sees the red flush of your cheeks even in the dim lighting. There was always something going on between you and Felix, it had just never...been touched on. Or even brought to light for that matter.

Now that you were lead closer to the living room, you confirm your suspicions that it was Hyunjin who was gathering everyone's attention.

Told that bitch I'm sorry though,

He's dancing to the pre-chorus of the song, his moves both sharp and fluid and easily attracting the gaze of any onlooker with how beautifully he executes the dance moves.

‘Bout my coins like Mario,

You put your shoulder bag down onto the closest flat surface, pulling your phone out of your pocket and sliding it next to your bag.

Yeah, they call me Cardi B,

You push up the sleeves of your loose oversized sweater and tug down the ends of your leather skirt for the last time before jumping in next to Hyunjin.

"I run this shit like cardio!"

Your shout jars Hyunjin a bit, and he turns shocked to see you dancing along next to him but his body continues the choreography unconsciously. You move in sync with him, the dance moves encoded within the tiniest molecules of your body and executed without hesitation nor active thinking on your part. The two of you enjoy each other’s presence–the dance a form of greeting towards the other–and basking in the deafening cheers of the crowd around you.

Your duet with Hyunjin is smooth despite its spontaneous nature, the two of you had danced together a countless number of times and the charismatic energy between you is the result of it. You interact with each other as you dance, smiling or winking, and weaving the other into your freestyle sections of the dance. All too soon, the choreography is over once the chorus finishes, and Hyunjin and you exchange a high-five and a side hug.

“L/N Y/N, can you ever make a normal entrance?” Hyunjin has you still trapped under his arm as he questions you. The two of you laughing as he leads you towards some of his members.

“Y/N wouldn’t be Y/N if she did that, now would she?” Jisung answers for you, meeting you and Hyunjin halfway with two cups in his hand. He extends one for you and you take a sip, accepting the non-alcoholic soda.

“What? You boys got no alcohol?” You tease him and the two other members standing beside him; Felix and Minho, wondering how they were planning to survive the night without any alcohol.

“The alcohol comes out later babe,” Jisung replies, sending a wink and a flying kiss your way and you can only laugh at his actions.

“Yah, you ever stop flirting?” Felix is quick to jump to your defense and your heart does a little thing when you finally face him. He’s wearing matte leather pants and a thin black full-sleeve crewneck that’s tucked inside. His blonde hair is parted somewhere down the middle in a messy comma style look, beautifully framing his sharp face. He finishes the look with his accessories; a long thin chain necklace with a small pendant, and his metal dreamcatcher earring on his left ear–your favourite. Okay, now your heart was doing more than just a little thing.

“Yah, when did you make plans for a couple outfit with Y/N?” Minho is quick to jump into the conversation, snatching up the opportunity to fluster both you and Felix. He teasingly nudges Felix beside him with his elbow as the group looks at you, in your matte leather skirt and oversized knitted sweater, and Felix, in his matte leather pants and black crewneck.

Felix is flushed and a stuttering mess, and you’re not in a much better state under Hyunjin’s arm as he squeezes you closer and makes teasing noises. You groan and cover your face with your hands, only causing Hyunjin, Minho, and Jisung to laugh harder. Through the thin gaps between your fingers, your eyes peak through to easily find Felix, gauging his reaction to this whole situation. Your eyes meet to see that he was already looking at you, and he sends you a cute sheepish grin–eyes sparkling, cheeks puffed full and all–and you send one back, both your hearts fluttering.

It was past midnight and the party was still going on. Time really flew by as you danced some pre-debut songs with Minho, chatted with Jeongin about his last school year, and debated about the Marvel Universe with some of the other boys. They had long since ordered takeout–which was gone in the blink of an eye especially with Chan inhaling all the food in his field of vision–and were now left with the dilemma of to order or not to order supper. 

Someone brought up the idea of chimaek and many of you agreed, especially since the younger members had called it a night when the clock struck 2AM. So here you were, sitting in a circle on the floor with Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix playing a game of dirty truth or dare–an idea brought to light after a good bunch of you were at the very least tipsy. So far, you had been playing it safe with truths, saving the dare until you felt you were confident enough (with alcohol in your system of course). You thanked the lord for not getting any terribly embarrassing truths yet, god knows how many of the boys already know about your crush on Felix.

“Okay! Okay!” Jisung is slurring his words a bit but he’s not gone just yet, “Next player!” Then he’s spinning the bottle, all six of you watching in anticipation until it finally comes to a stop facing Chan. Now everyone is watching Chan as Jisung presents him the options; truth or dare?

“Dare.” His voice is firm as he speaks and you wonder whether the confidence is coming from the alcohol in his system. Jisung pulls up the dare deck, splaying our the cards in front of Chan and allowing him to randomly draw one.

“Take off your pants and show your boxers to everyone,” Chan reads out and the five of you whoop and holler causing Chan to chuckle, “and let the person in front of you decide whether you keep it off or not.”

“I’ll say it now, you have to keep them off.” Minho is assertive with his decision, only causing all of you to laugh at the situation Chan is in. He groans and throws his head back, leaning on his two hands resting behind him and unraveling his legs from the criss-cross position.

Chan breathes out a sigh as he gets up, his hands finding the waistband of the black cargo buckle pants he wore. A part of you was already enjoying the sight of Chan in that, but you let him continue, cheering him on with the rest of the guys. Chan’s eyes meet yours for a second, a light flush on his cheeks as he realizes you’re the only girl in the group but he keeps going as he tugs his pants down then finally off. He throws his arms up wide, a somewhat prideful and somewhat embarrassed look on his face, taking in the now louder hooting and hollers as he stood in his black boxers. 

“Yah, don’t enjoy the view too much Y/N,” Hyunjin voices out loud, teasing you and you raise your hand in surrender trying your best not to focus on the bottom half of Chan. He sits back down and takes the bottle, spinning it on the floor, the sound of glass on wood slowly dying down as it stops to...you.

Fuck.

The boys are cheering, a couple drumming the floor in excitement before Chan turns himself to face you, ready to ask “Truth or Dare?”

“Y/N hasn’t done any dares so far,” Minho outs you in front of everybody, you face him with your jaw dropped and a look of betrayal. 

“You gotta do dare Y/N, we’ve been playing for half an hour already!” Jisung exclaims from beside Minho. He starts up a small chant, chanting ‘dare’ continuously and you give in. You were gonna go for it anyway.

“Okay, dare. Hit me.” You smirk back, facing chan who grabs the dare pile and extends it towards you. You stretch out with your hand to reach the pile, ending up on your knees in a crawling position and you don’t miss the sweeping glance Felix gives your figure. 

Once you’ve pulled a card out, you sit back down on your ankles, reading the written dare out loud, “Body shots on the person sitting to your left.”

God if you thought the boys were loud before, they were pushing it now; hollering, cheering, and whooping at the fact that you had to do body shots on Lee Felix. Your eyes slide over to him sitting beside you and he’s laughing along with the boys, feeling fewer inhibitions thanks to the alcohol running in his veins. By the time you’re facing the other boys, you see Minho sliding back down with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other, and Jisung flashing you the salt container in his hand and the innocent smile on his face. Hyunjin walks in later with a sliced piece of lime in his hand.

“Are you...okay with this?” You turn to face Felix, questioning if you had his consent first. 

“I’m okay if you’re okay,” a soothing smile stretches on his face and you melt, wondering how you could do body shots on this adorable guy in front of you. 

“Okay lovebirds, prepare yourselves. Romeo, lie on the couch.” Chan directs Felix and he’s quick to do as he’s told, unquestioning the choice of nicknames. “Y/N, you wanna do the honours?”

All of a sudden, it’s like the alcohol in your system pooled together to give you a final boost of confidence. You stretch out your hand in Minho’s direction, asking for the bottle of tequila and he and the others quickly pass you everything you need for a shot. The boys cheer you on as you unscrew the bottle, pouring the tequila into the shot glass. You take the shot first, feeling you’d need all the confidence you’d get, then pour another one.

“Okay boys,” you lift the full shot glass, facing the boys with a smirk on your face. “Where does this shot glass go?”

“Chan?” Jisung questions, letting the guy who spun the bottle decide. 

Chan exchanges a sly gaze with Minho, his eyes finding Felix and smirking as he voices out, “Gotta be between the thighs.” The boys are screaming, squealing, hollering–you name it. For a moment you lose your confidence, but you don’t let it show. Instead, shrugging as you turn to face Felix sitting on the black leather couch waiting for you.

The smirk is still on your face as you stand up and walk towards Felix. For the sake of your dignity, you choose to try your best to ignore the four boys sitting behind you and watching the show. When you’re standing in front of him, you reach forward, your hand pushing Felix’s shoulder so he lays down on the couch. From behind you hear the boys squeal, but the sound is distant at this point as your eyes focus on Felix, the two of you in your own bubble. 

He reciprocates your smirk with his own, laying down as you commanded him to and getting comfortable. You kneel down beside him on the floor as your hands go to the hem of his crewneck and pause. With your gaze, you ask for his permission and when he nods to let you continue, you begin to roll up his top. Your hand brushes the skin of his abdomen as you push his sweater up to his chest. The light tingling making his abs clench and unclench, your eyes feasting in the sight before you. 

Fuck, you take back what you said about Felix being adorable. He was hot too. Who knew he was hiding such a gorgeous sight under his clothes? Without you realizing, your fingers trail the ridges of his abdomen. Tracing the three horizontal ab lines–you counted–and watching your finger dip up and down accordingly. Then, your finger reaches the main center ridge and you pause. 

Your eyes look up to find Felix’s and you hold his gaze as you drop your face down close to his abs. Your tongue touches the bottom of the ridge, and you watch as Felix hisses, feel his abs clench beneath your tongue. You drag your tongue up, licking the middle line of his abs and tingling feeling between your thighs intensifies at the taste of him. 

The moment feels like it stretches forever, but it’s only a matter of a few seconds and you withdraw your head. Your hand reaches for the salt sitting beside you and you shake out the salt onto the long path you’d just licked. You probably didn’t need to lick his abs to have the salt stick on him, especially considering how deep his ab lines were, but you did it anyway and you had no regrets.

You put the salt back down and grab the shot glass. Your hand taps the inside of his thigh, telling him to lightly spread his legs and you can slide the glass in the gap between. The glass sits a little below his crotch and you’re not surprised to find a tent in his pants. If anything, you make sure to graze his crotch as you withdraw your hand, serving to further tease him and enjoying the way he groaned your name.

You giggle as you move to his face, your own hovering above his and you slip the slice of lime into his mouth. You give him a quick wink and then duck your head back down.

You don’t hold eye contact with Felix this time as you lick his abs again, licking the salt you’d previously poured on him. You enjoy the strangled moan that leaves his lips, loving the feeling of his abs clenching from the sensation of you licking him. As soon as you’ve licked up all the salt, you travel down, your head facing his crotch area. Your mouth dips down and grabs the shot glass between his thighs, your lips teasingly grazing his thighs and the tent in his pants. You pull the glass out, using your hand to help drink your shot before putting it down somewhere on the floor. You swallow the drink in your mouth then seal your lips over his, sucking on the lime that he holds between his teeth. 

You pull back with the lime now in your mouth, the sound of the boys wolf whistling and cheering finally coming to your attention. But you only pull back to chuck the lime somewhere out of the way before you lean back down and kiss Felix, properly this time. Your hands are on either side of his head on the leather couch, supporting your weight, and your lips dance with his. Your head is spinning, your heart is thundering but you keep kissing. At some point Felix holds your wrist, tugging you towards him and pulling you to straddle him on the couch. 

He reciprocates the kiss with a fiery intensity that you felt you’d never get enough of. His tongue slips inside your mouth and the two of you are making out. In his dorm. In front of four of his members. But he doesn’t care and neither do you, instead only focusing on the lingering taste of tequila in your mouth. His lips feel hot on yours, his tongue dancing with yours inside your mouth and you’d kiss him forever if you could. Sitting on his lap, his one hand on your hips, the other pulling you down closer to him.

But the moment is quickly interrupted by Chan, arguably the most mature in this situation who calls out loud enough to break the two of you up. You pull away from Felix, your lips already missing the feeling of him, but you realize the situation and cringe in embarrassment. 

You groan and try your best to hide, burying into Felix’s chest which only rumbles in laughter like the four other boys behind you. He sits up with you still cradled on his lap. His arm is wrapped around your waist and holding you to him, using your body to help hide the situation he now has in his pants.

When you finally pull your head up, the boys are beginning to pack up and call it a night. Each helping to straighten out the living room a bit before dispersing into their rooms. You finally turn to face Felix, pushing away the shyness that is taking over you now. For a moment you’re content just staring at him, his eyes telling you everything you’d need to know, answering all the questions you had for him. Just as you go to finally say something, you’re interrupted by Chan’s muffled voice drifting away as he walks down the hall.

“Your night’s probably not over but try to keep it down! And use protection!”

A/N: rip if my body shot and kiss scenes are a bit awks ;-;

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“Okay,” he said.  “I’ll need my sandals, downstairs.”

I was using my power to find them by the time I was standing again.  I found something else.  There were people in our kitchen.

...

Now what is this. PRT? Or did some S9 member(s) decide to follow Skitter for some reason?

The Slaughterhouse Nine?  Had they followed me here?

My dad was unable to see, thanks to the blood.  I drew my bugs together into a cluster, hid them in the folds of my costume, which I had tied around my waist.  I crossed the hall to my room and found a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants from when I’d had a bit of a belly and a wider waistband.

I suppose slimming down a little might’ve been a result of the hero training. Maybe.

I zipped up the pants and tied a sweatshirt around my waist to hide the rest of my costume.  I could sense them approach.  One of them waved at a fly that flew too close to their head.  Both were men.

So it’s not two of the S9 members from the encounter earlier, then. Jack was the only man among them.

I think PRT or medics is much more likely than S9, but I don’t fully trust it. Who else could it be? Chosen or something? I don’t see why the Chosen would care about entering this house immediately after the Shattering, though, and not everyone was aware that it was coming, so most people wouldn’t enter to seek shelter in-between Skitter running in there.

...Skitter running in there. If they’re PRT, they might be after her, having been following her since she heard the sirens.

[scramblingminds]

Anon, I know you asked for this ages ago and I am so sorry! I hope you can forgive how long this took me. But I had fun with this one. Kinda fluffy sexy even if I can not describe dancing at all lol.  I tried so I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Lapdancing. Rated M. 

@cynthianicolexoxo @vbabe14 @redm81

A Show

When Daryl got done with his guard shift he was hoping to go back home and relax. He was two houses down when he heard the music pouring out of the open windows of his and Paul's house. Daryl almost turned into Rick's quieter domicile but trudged on and up his porch. The front door was open and Daryl braced for what he might walk in on.  

Daryl hung his bow on its hook by the front door, kicking his boots off as he peaked into the living room. The house had come with a stereo system and stacked on the coffee table were Paul's many mixed CD's. Daryl didn't know the song that was playing but it was fast and upbeat with a decent female singer. This wasn't the first time Paul had set up a little concert in the living room but what Daryl was looking at was a first.  

Paul hadn't had any duties that day so in place of his usual cargos and duster were comfy clothes. A pair of soft athletic pants and worn tee shirt, his hair twisted up in a messy bun. Paul had Judith's little hands clasped in his, helping her shimmy along to the song. Judith was hopping to the beat, not really dancing but much more adorable. Paul was bent down to her level, bobbing along the song as best he could as he sang along.  

Daryl hadn't been noticed yet so he leaned against the door jam, not saying anything as the next song shifted on. It was slower, a sweet almost melancholy melody. Paul didn't waste a moment, he swept Judith off her socked feet and set her on his hip. She giggled as he placed one of her hands on his shoulder and took the other in his large hand.  

He swayed slowly, spinning in place to the beat. Judith looked entranced as Paul whispered the lyrics to her and dipped her sweetly. She grinned big and bashful like she might be even more in love with the man than Daryl was in that moment. One of her hands came to his bearded check, her little fingers burying in it lovingly and she beamed when Paul nuzzled into her palm.  

Daryl had known for a while that he loved the ninja, had said as how but not as often as the younger man said it to him. Now, in this moment though, Daryl was so smitten it was sickening. Paul was beautiful, inside and out but Daryl had never thought so more than right then. All soft around the edges in their home, barefooted on the carpet while dancing with Judith. Damn, Daryl was almost melting from it all.  

"Aren't they just the cutest?" A voice whispered right in Daryl's ear.

"FUCK!" Daryl yelped, whipping around to find Michonne throwing her head back in laughter.  

Daryl's face was on fire as he glared at the woman. He hadn't heard her walk up, to engrossed in the scene before him. Not that the woman could blame him, she had stood for a moment before deciding to scare the shit out of Daryl.  

"Uncle Daryl, 'Chonne!" Judith cheered as Paul set her down and picked up the remote to hit the mute button.  

Judith tackled Daryl's legs as he turned back around, he chuckled as he pried her loose so he could pick her up. She cupped his warm face in her hands, telling him all about all the dancing she had done. Daryl nodded glancing over to see Paul smiling almost bashfully as he collected her things. Daryl nodded along with her as Michonne took her bag from Paul. Michonne held her arms out to the girl and Daryl passed her over.

"We can dance some more tomorrow, right Uncle Paul?" Judith asked from Michonne's hip.  

Paul reached out and took her hand, bowing to kiss her knuckles, "Whatever m'lady wishes."  

Judith squealed and clapped as Michonne thanked Paul for pulling babysitting duty so much lately. Paul loved it, he usually only had Judith but some days Aaron would leave Gracie too. He loved the little girls so he was more than happy to do it.  

Michonne closed the door as she and Judith waved bye. Daryl scratched at the back of his neck as he felt Paul staring at him, he glanced over at him to see the wide smirk there, "Shut up."

Paul laughed as Daryl grumbled over to sit on the couch, the younger man collecting his CD's to replace on the proper shelf. Daryl laid his head back closing his eyes, listening to Paul moving about the room. The curtains dragged shut but the windows stayed open, the late afternoons were too warm to close them and it wasn't hot enough to warrant turning on the central air.  

"It's yer fault she snuck up on me." Daryl mumbled making Paul snort.

"How so?" The sound of the stereo's CD tray opening followed the question.

"Makin' such a show, who wouldn't get distracted?" Daryl grinned as the other man stopped moving for a few beats.

"A show?" Paul's voice was full of teasing as the sound of cases opening and shutting could be heard then the tray whirled closed.  

"What else would ya call it?" Daryl opened his eyes, looking up to see Paul's face covered with a mischievous smirk.

"That was just playing around," Paul shrugged casually walking over to the coffee table picking up the remote that sat on it before easily sliding it over the carpet and out of the way. Daryl quirked an eyebrow as Paul stood in front of him, he hit a few buttons the remote before tossing it aside, "This is what I would call a show."  

The music started instantly, sultry enough to make Daryl sit up straight, was that Beyoncé? Paul's hips started swaying slowly, perfectly in sync. Paul's hands came to his stomach, bunching his shirt up slowly as he rocked to the beat. Daryl's mouth went dry, fingers clenching as Paul grinned while that thick happy trail came into view.

Daryl had never had something like this happen to him. Merle had gone to clubs like that before and dragged him inside and sat through girls floundering around his lap but this was different. This set his blood on fire as Paul's lean torso came into view, the shirt slipping off and falling to the floor.  

Daryl swallowed as Paul took a step forward, turning with so much flare before bending over to shake his ass right in Daryl's face. The fabric of his pants going tight over the firm flesh, Paul's fingers hooking his thumbs in the waistband as he looked over his shoulder. He stood back up straight and the expression on Daryl's flushed face must have been just what he wanted it to be.

The pants hit the floor without a sound, Paul kicking them away as he did that bend thing again that made Daryl lightheaded. All the blood his body was pooling in his crotch, his dick so hard in his jeans he was sure the zipper would give any moment. The black briefs were maybe just a bit too tight but Daryl was far from complaining. Daryl wasn't blind, Paul had an amazing ass just like the rest of his amazing physique.  

Paul dragged his hands up his thick thighs, fingertips teasing at the waist of his underwear before continuing upward. His hands buried in his own hair, his hips never lost the sway of the beat as the hair tie came free. Paul spun around fast, his hair whipping in a perfect halo before falling back over his shoulders. Daryl's heart was pounding so hard and loud to his own ears he couldn't even hear the song anymore.

Another step had Paul stand between Daryl's knees, Daryl whimpered as Paul put his hands on his shoulders. Paul grinned as he swirled his hips to the beat before planting his knees on the cushions on either side of Daryl's hips. Daryl gasped as his lap was filled with Paul's warm undulating form. His hands twitched and Paul didn't miss it.

Paul leaned down, forehead resting on Daryl's as he still swayed to the song and he took Daryl's hands to place them on his hips. Daryl's fingers dug in but in no way stopped the movement of them. Daryl knew Paul could feel how hard he was but Daryl could also feel the erection pressing into his own stomach. Paul's hips slowed as the song ended, his nose brushing over Daryl's before he swept the older man into a kiss.

Daryl's hands slid up his back, pulling him closer as he came to settle in the larger man's lap. Daryl was more breathless than Paul as their lips moved messily. Paul's fingers buried in his hair, holding tightly like there was ever a possibility that Daryl was going anywhere.  

"Okay," Daryl gasped as Paul pulled his mouth back but just pressed their foreheads back together, "That was a damn show."

"Mmmhmm," Paul hummed, looking at Daryl's through his lashes before whispering, "You want an encore?"  

Daryl nodded so fast and hard he almost knocked them both out.  

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Sharp 40” Class FHD 1080P LED TV

Sharp 40” Class FHD 1080P LED TV. (Photo: Walmart)

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Sceptre 50” Class FHD 1080P LED TV

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Vizio 50” Class 4K Ultra HD 2160P HDR Smart LED TV

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Vizio 55” Class 4K Ultra HD 2160P HDR Smart LED TV

Vizio 55” Class 4K Ultra HD 2160P HDR Smart LED TV. (Photo: Walmart)

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KitchenAid Artisan Series 5-Quart Tilt-Head Stand Mixer

KitchenAid Artisan Series 5-Quart Tilt-Head Stand Mixer. (Photo: Walmart)

5-star review: “I’m 70+ and have baked and cooked most of those years without a good mixer. Don’t ask me why! This year I decided to give myself an early Christmas gift and get a KA Artisan. Love the quality, heftiness and control. My family is appreciative as well! The kitchen smells terrific!“

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Ninja 4-Quart Air Fryer

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5-star review: “I love this air fryer! This air fryer has a better design as far as cleaning compared to other brands. There is not a separate fry basket to clean, it [has] a simple raised tray that slides down into the base so the air can flow underneath. Chicken wings come out amazing! Crisp and juicy wings without the added fat!”

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Keurig K-Compact Single Serve K-Cup Pod Coffeemaker

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White Stag Women’s Front Back Elastic Denim Pants

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Time and Tru Women’s Sculpted Ankle Jegging

Time and Tru Women’s Sculpted Ankle Jegging. (Photo: Walmart)

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Athletic Works Women’s Drive More Core Relaxed-Fit Yoga Pant

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Wrangler Men’s Comfort Solution Series Cargo Pant

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Wrangler Men’s Regular-Fit Jean with Comfort Flex Waistband

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George Men’s Regular-Fit Jean

George Men’s Regular-Fit Jean. (Photo: Walmart)

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Coty Airspun Loose Face Powder Translucent Extra Coverage

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RapidLash Eyelash and Eyebrow Renewal Growth Serum Twin Pack

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Dressed to Kill - Chapter Ten

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Vercingetorix led Galen to a different trailer. This one was almost as far away as possible before the employees' trailers crossed over into actual circus ground. It was almost twice the size of Galen's or Tsukiko's. The insignia on it was not a simple symbol, but the stylized cursive font of the Alesia Circus.

“This is your trailer, right?” Galen asked.

“Yes, but please don't take the size as a desire to live more luxuriously than the performers,” Vercingetorix said. “The excess space is used for meetings and organization.”

That had actually been the thought on Galen's mind, but he felt it was fair for the circus manager to have a grander trailer than performers – particularly new ones like Tsukiko and himself. His reason for asking confirmation had been different.

If he kept the old Religalia in that other trailer, it's odd to think he'd keep two in his own. Maybe there's something special about them.

This thought was still on his mind as Vercingetorix opened the door and led Galen inside.

True to Vercingetorix's word, the first thing visible was a large area ideal for meetings. A circular table sat in the center of the room, with six chairs around it. Around this meeting area was a perimeter of bookcases. Galen noticed with a sense of amusement that, for every book on circus acts or finances, there was one on plant life and botany. Several books of each subject were stacked on an expensive-looking desk, with some well-organized files and papers.

On closer inspection, Galen didn't actually see where Vercingetorix's living area was. There was a door near the entrance that, judging by his own trailer, likely led to a tiny bathroom. There was a second door on the far side, but if Galen's memory of the trailer's outside was any indication, it couldn't have been more space than a closet. A bed alone would have filled the space he imagined behind that door.

“One moment,” said Vercingetorix. He stepped into the door to the unknown space. Galen took the opportunity to look more closely at some of the books on the shelves.

Card Tricks Illustrated by the Amazing Amazio? Galen thought. He pulled it off the shelf and saw a signature scrawled on the cover. Wow, Tsuki would be jealous.

Once the single promised moment had expired, Vercingetorix returned, holding a pair of beige pants in his hands.

That can't possibly be –

“These are the Cargo Pants,” Vercingetorix introduced, with the same flair in his voice that Galen suspected he used to introduce Tsukiko to the Jumper.

Galen fought hard to ignore the possibility that this entire situation was a prank. He accepted the pants from Vercingetorix and held them against his own waist.

“Not a perfect fit, but it should be close enough,” Vercingetorix said. “They don't perform any real transformation, so it's not completely necessary that they fit properly anyway.”

“All right, I'll give them a try,” said Galen. He started in the direction of Vercingetorix's bathroom, then stopped.

“What's the other Religalia?” Galen wondered.

“The Boxer Shorts.”

“Okay, now you're screwing with me,” Galen said, turning back towards the manager.

“I assure you, I am not,” Vercingetorix said, holding up another garment. It was not, to Galen's relief, underwear. Instead, it was a pair of short pants, made of a shiny blue material. Gold stripes went down the legs and decorated the waistband. Together, the colours were fairly similar to the motifs of the Alesia Circus itself.

“Oh!” Galen said, almost laughing. “You mean boxing shorts. Shorts that a boxer would wear. For boxing.”

“Perhaps, but the proper name of this Religalia is Boxer Shorts,” said Vercingetorix. “To be honest, I had almost the same reaction when I first heard of them.”

Galen opted to start with the Cargo Pants. He stepped back out into the main meeting area, though given that they were the same colour and rather similar in design to the pants he'd already been wearing, he felt little difference.

“Good, they fit better than I'd thought,” said Vercingetorix.

“I might need a belt with these,” Galen said, tugging at the loose waist. “More importantly, what do they do? What do I have to do to activate them?”

“Ah, these pants are somewhat unique among Religalia,” Vercingetorix said. “Its effect is passive – there is nothing specific you need to do to activate them. However, they still only respond to those with the proper conviction.”

Vercingetorix picked the signed copy of Card Tricks Illustrated off the shelf and passed it to Galen.

“Put this in your pocket,” He said.

Galen's glance moved between the book and his pocket. If he had to guess, he'd say the book in his hands was about seven inches wide, and a few taller than that. His pocket was fairly deep, but its mouth was only a little wider than his hand. What Vercingetorix had asked him to do was impossible. Absolutely, mathematically impossible.

Galen understood perfectly – that was the point.

“Sure thing,” said Galen.

He turned the book so that its corner could enter his pocket. He watched carefully, slowly moving the book further.

The fabric caught the sides of the book. It stopped just as an ordinary book would have in an ordinary pants pocket.

No, Galen thought. I'm not going to watch Tsukiko dive into this fantasy world from the sidelines. I'm going to be right there with her. So work with me, Religalia. Let's do this.

He paused, forcing himself to believe his own thoughts.

Suddenly, the book seemed to fit. The book's edges compressed; no longer was it a rectangle he was putting in his pocket, but more of a pyramid or a cone. With a newfound sense of victory, Galen kept moving his hand. The book disappeared completely within the pocket it should never have been able to fit in.

What was more – Galen didn't feel the weight of the book in his pocket at all. It was simply gone, vanished more thoroughly than anything either he or Tsukiko had ever vanished in their magic shows.

He looked up; Vercingetorix was nodding with a faint smile on his face.

“Good job, Galen,” He said.

Galen accepted the praise, brimming with pride.

“Now take the book back out,” said Vercingetorix.

Galen made some 'er' and 'uh' noises in confusion. He patted everything on the Cargo Pants that resembled a pocket, finding no sign of the book anywhere in his pants' fabric.

Vercingetorix sighed. “Just put your hand in your pocket.”

“Is that safe?”

“Yes, of course. It's a pocket. It doesn't bite.”

Galen shrugged and did as Vercingetorix asked. It felt like his hand dodged whatever mystical wormhole had swallowed up the book. His hand merely felt the inside of his pants pocket.

“It's still not here...”

“Your conviction is failing you,” said Vercingetorix. “You started to believe that you couldn't get the book back, didn't you?”

“No way! Of course I can get it back!” Galen said, but he could hear his own voice wavering.

It had been so easy for Tsukiko, hadn't it? As far as Galen knew, Tsukiko hadn't struggled. She could wear a Religalia and have it immediately work for her.

Of course – the first thing Tsukiko did with the Jumper was jump off a super tall building, Galen realized. She trusted that sweater completely. I should have done the same with these pants.

His fingertips touched something – the hard point of the book's cover. He grabbed the book by the corner and pulled. It was just as curious to watch as it had been when he placed it in his pocket to begin with; he was pulling something that he knew was larger than the pocket it was in. And yet, the book only returned to its original size bit by bit as it emerged from the Cargo Pants' pocket.

In an instant, the book was back in his hand.

“Very good,” said Vercingetorix. “But do not let your conviction wander, even for a moment. You may end up losing what you put into the Cargo Pants forever.”

“Got it,” said Galen.

“Now – will you try the Boxer Shorts?”

“Hell yeah.”

A few minutes later, Vercingetorix and Galen stepped out of the trailer. Galen felt a swelling of pride at his accomplishment of mastering two Religalia. Vercingetorix did not seem to feel the same; he looked distracted, his eyes up to the sky.

“Something wrong?” Galen asked.

“It suddenly got warmer out here,” Vercingetorix said, in an oddly tense tone of voice.

“Yeah, it did,” Galen said, nodding. “We should get some good business today, right?”

“Perhaps,” Vercingetorix said idly. He put a hand on his chest; Galen wasn't sure what this gesture meant.

Then, Vercingetorix unclipped his walkie-talkie.

“All zones, status report,” He said into it.

“Zone 1, all clear,” said a voice Galen recognized as Jeffery.

“Zone 2, all clear,” added a voice that Galen thought may have been Stiletto.

“Zone 3, all clear,” said Pierre the lion tamer.

Vercingetorix paused.

“Zone 4, come in,” He said. “Zone 4, what's your status?”

“A snapdragon just got through!” A frantic voice cried. “We're shooing audience members into Zone 3! We need backup!”

Why didn't they call for backup earlier? Galen wondered, eyes wide.

“Stiletto, get to Zone 4!” Vercingetorix ordered. “Get Ravindra and Henry there too, if you can find them.”

“Where is Zone 4?” Galen asked. “I'll go.”

Vercingetorix stared at him in silence for a moment.

He shook his head.

“You need to practice with the Boxer Shorts first. I can't send you in now.”

“Practice? All I need to do is punch! You didn't even tell Tsukiko how to fire her tank.”

“That was different,” Vercingetorix said. “Though actually, the Tank Top would be useful against a snapdragon.” He directed his attention to the walkie-talkie. “Has anyone seen Tsukiko?”

Galen had heard enough. He hopped off the stairs, picked a direction, and ran in it. Vercingetorix yelled something after him, but he paid it no attention. Instead, he tried to remember the map of the normal circus arrangement that had been buried in his novel of paperwork – specifically, where Zone 4 was compared to the performers' trailers.

I think it's close, Galen thought. He did his best to ignore the nagging question in his mind: why was he running towards the snapdragon?

Whatever his reasoning for running, and whatever his reason for picking his direction, he found Zone 4 in minutes. He pushed through a crowd of stagehands, all of them busy gathering equipment and talking in their walkie-talkies. Past the crowd, he saw the creature.

It was shaped like a lizard, and covered in bright red flowers. The dryad was longer from snout to tail than Galen was tall, with the tail itself adding another few feet of petals. It stood a few feet off the ground, with legs made of sturdy roots, not unlike the pumpkins.

In another context, the creature would have actually looked quite lovely, but in this one, it was clearly out for blood. It swung its tail and smacked a crewman into the air. Its mouth opened slightly and it released a vicious hissing noise.

Galen tapped the pinky sides of his fists together, then took as good of a boxing stance as a man who had never boxed could be expected to know. Silvery wires unraveled from the 'B' on the Boxer Shorts' waistband. They snapped through the air to his wrists and spun to cover his hands. In an instant, metal encased his fists.

The snapdragon turned to face him, having taken notice of the Religalia. It turned its head to the side in some manner of thought.

Its mouth opened wide. For an instant, Galen expected a blast of fire. Instead, there was a sound like a balloon bursting, and something tiny flew from the dryad's mouth. Galen raised his hands over his face instinctively; the spat projectile glanced off the back of his hand. In the instant it spun through the air, Galen recognized it as a seed.

Galen stepped forward. The snapdragon fired another bullet-like seed. Before Galen could even register where it was going, his hand moved to block it, punching it out of the air. The dryad's eyes, two yellow flowers among the sea of red, narrowed in anger. Its mouth opened even wider. A barrage of seeds flew out, one after another like a machine gun.

Don't fail me now, Boxer Shorts.

The Religalia did not fail him. His hands took on minds of their own, swinging faster than Galen could see, let alone intentionally direct. With each movement, he heard the satisfying ricochet of a seed bullet.

The snapdragon hissed again as Galen approached. Galen tried to guess how close he needed to be to land a solid punch on the creature. The snapdragon opened its mouth. Galen expected seeds, but something larger flicked forward. A long green vine sprung out, lashing like a chameleon's tongue.

Galen put up his guard, trusting once more in the Boxer Shorts. The tongue slapped the back of his fist; as Galen expected, he felt virtually no impact. For a moment, he smiled.

Then, the tongue wrapped around his wrist. It folded over a second time; Galen's attempts to pull his arm free were futile.

Galen muttered a few choice four-letter words as the tongue pulled back. It dragged him off the ground and into the air by his trapped wrist. The sheer speed of his flight rattled Galen's senses. He struggled not only to break free, but to determine how high he was and where.

For a moment, he and the tongue paused. He finally found his position; about ten feet above the creature. Its mouth was pointing up, with the jaws open wide.

Is it trying to eat me? Galen wondered. It doesn't have –

Before he could finish his thought, what looked like daggers extended from the mass of flowers making up the lizard's jaw. Another pair flipped forward, and another, until a full mouth of sharp, serrated teeth lined the mouth.

The tongue retracted. Just as fast as it had shot out, it pulled Galen closer to the mouth and its countless fangs.

Galen had only one weapon in his arsenal at the moment, so that was what he used. He punched the tongue below where it gripped his arm. The stem-like appendage was sturdier than he expected. It did not snap from the force of his blow, but it did bend. He felt himself lurch forward – his new trajectory pointed him directly at the snapdragon's forehead.

He wound back another punch. In less than a second, he was within range. He smashed his armoured fist into the snapdragon's head as hard as he could possibly manage. Galen felt the impact ripple up his arm and shake his entire body. The snapdragon's legs buckled and its stomach hit the ground hard. Dust flew from the impact, as if tracing a shockwave where the creature had fallen.

Galen hit the ground hard himself. He rolled only half-intentionally; the snapdragon's tongue released his wrist. He ended up on his back, a few feet away from the fallen dryad. He lay still for a moment, replaying everything that had happened in his mind.

Well, thought Galen, watching loose petals float through the air above him. That was an interesting twenty seconds.

Galen swung his arms into the air and clanked the pinky sides of his metal-covered hands together. The wires unraveled and leapt back to his waistband, twisting to reform the 'B' insignia. Only then did he push himself to his feet. This was easier to do than he'd expected, all things considered. His back was sore, and he felt some kind of scrape on the back of his neck, but his hands and arms felt perfectly fine.

So this is what a Religalia really feels like, Galen thought, clenching and unclenching his now non-metallic hands. I like it.

He heard pounding footsteps approach him. They did not belong to the stagehands; most had fled as soon as the snapdragon had grabbed Galen, and those that remained had stayed in stunned silence during the battle.

The footsteps belonged to Vercingetorix. Rushing in the same direction, but further back, Galen saw a mobile fortress of green and gold. Tsukiko followed Vercingetorix in her tank, oddly silently for such a massive machine. Vercingetorix and Tsukiko stopped as they saw that Galen was moving and the snapdragon was not.

“Galen...” Vercingetorix awed. “Good job.”

Galen looked back at the fallen dragon. He couldn't think of anything meaningful to say.

“Thanks.” was what he decided upon.

“Well,” said Tsukiko. “I guess I don't need this.”

Tsukiko's tank unraveled itself and retracted into her shirt – the familiar green and brown pattern of the Tank Top.

“You can change back on your own?” Galen asked. “I thought you needed someone else to take off the hat.”

Tsukiko held up her left glove in her right hand; her left was bare.

“Vercy told me the trick. The transformation ends even if you just take off a glove.”

“Which, combined with all of this...” Vercingetorix began, gesturing towards the fallen snapdragon and the hordes of petals scattered around. “I'd say confirms that the two of you have both mastered the Religalia.”

“Do you think so?” Galen asked. “I feel like I got lucky.”

“No offence to Galen on this one, but I kind of agree,” Tsukiko added. “A few times, I've done a card trick right in the mirror by a fluke, but I still wouldn't bring them on stage without a few hundred repetitions first.”

Vercingetorix nodded understandingly. “Yes, of course. You're right. I spoke too soon.”

“More importantly, are you all right?” Tsukiko asked Galen. She pointed to her feet, which still wore the High Heals. “Need any healing?”

Galen rotated his shoulders and tested his joints.

“Nope. I'm fine.”

“In that case, what say we go plan some tricks?” Tsukiko asked eagerly.

Galen was about to agree, but then he remembered how the day started. It had not been much time since Galen had been looking over the animals of Pierre's Bestiary. He wondered if Jeffery and Pierre were still waiting for him to get back.

Vercingetorix caught his eyes; the manager shrugged.

“I think the other stagehands can manage the animals,” Vercingetorix said. “Besides, you can now plan tricks that involve four new Religalia. I think that takes priority.”

“Four?” Tsukiko asked. She looked at Galen's shorts. “I see one, and then the High Heals and Jumper...”

“The Cargo Pants,” Galen said. “I think you'll like them.”

Tsukiko and Galen walked off together, away from the fallen snapdragon. For a moment, Galen had truly felt like Tsukiko was getting farther away from him. Now, as he explained how the Cargo Pants worked and the two of them discussed how it could be worked into a magic show, those doubts were gone from his mind.

Now, without a doubt, they walked as equals.