#i saw some videos of all our fucking baby elephants the other day

[scolek]

i didnt know until i was an adult how exceptional the zoo here is. i thought every large enough city had one. nope. apparently not all cities of this size or larger even have zoos let alone one of the best zoos in the world?

[oh-boy-me]

Demon Outfits Discussed

The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!

I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read!  Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.

Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them.  We’re just harping on their fashion sense.  Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.

Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.

Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms.  It’s not even that good.

Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77​ ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.

Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating.  It’s the worst.  2/10, not 6.

Lucifer:

“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin

“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo

Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt.  Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.

His shoes match his outfit.  After last time that’s all I care about.

A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one?  Is that a book?  Dude has like 27 collars.

The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it.  But uh.  How about those red diamonds on his sleeves.  They.  They sure are there.  (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)

  Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead

The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it.  HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.

The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.

Can he fly?  Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair?  Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.

The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing.  Good job, Lucifer!  I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.

Definitely the classiest outfit.  You can tell they put care into it.

Mammon:

“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING!  NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR.  HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin

The whole thing does amazing with only three colors.  We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey.  It’s working so far.

Damn those pants sit low.  No wonder literally all of you wear belts.

The leather jacket?  The studs and harness?  Bless.  Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.

Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though.  It looks better in the back.

“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo

Honestly though?  We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that.  He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit.  Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.

Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants.  Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle?  Because Mammon definitely won.

One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.

Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”

Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity.  Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings.  The center of gravity in the image is his shoes.  Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.

Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.

Leviathan:

Diagonal zipper

“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan

He looks like an e-boy.

Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.

APPARENTLY the biggest hoe.  Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt.  I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out.  Ok Levi, I see you.

The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.

Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit.  It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.

The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.

Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between.  Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender.  What are his suspenders doing?  What are they attached to?  Are they holding anything up?  Apparently not.

Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit.  Cute!

The gloves are throwing us off though.  Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves?  I bet he has sweaty hands.

Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces?  Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole?  There’s even a button, just in case.

Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game.  Should have just zipped his hood.

Satan:

HONEY.

“I hate everything about this.” —Megan

First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt.  Does it only button down the back?  Can he take it off?

Then he spilled bleach on his pants.  Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.

Incredibly differing opinions on the belt.  He got it in the cowboy department.  Justin adores it.  Jo despises it.

And are those… athletic slip ons?

And now the elephant in the room.  The ribcage made of ribbons.  The ribboncage.  The idea is great!  I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.

But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans.  And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form.  Not that it looks goofy.  It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.

Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness.  Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach.  Ew.

The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office.  (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)

“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin

On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green.  Feels dangerous.  Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though.  Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.

That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.

I just????

Merry Christmas.

Asmodeus:

The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.

Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.

I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.

Starting with the good.  The wings?  Adorable.  The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them?  Adorable.  One of the only good adjustments.

And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!

We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.

But once again, the shirt just has too much going on.  The flowers.  The buttons.  The brick-pattern stitching.  The brooch.  The long collar.  The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch.  Sometimes less is more, Asmo.

That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt.  It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry.  Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.

The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea!  But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink.  And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink.  Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm.  Is he ok.

I’ve been avoiding the pants, but.  The pants.

“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo

One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain.  It’s too extreme on both ends.  It should have been only half a leg of buckles.  Not whatever this is.  I still don’t think he can bend that leg.

The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.

Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.

We expected better from you, Asmo.  I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.

Beelzebub:

He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”

Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.

The jacket?  Stunning.  “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin.  It’s got puffy sleeves!  And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it.  Justin and Jo can’t.

I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.

“Why is it bucked in the back?  Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan

Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.

I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face.  Jo wants the white belt to be thinner.  Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.

Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.

Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots.  I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.

Can’t fault the twin belt, though.  And the wing hole isn’t terrible.

Idk I guess.  They knew what they wanted to do at least.  

That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.

Belphegor:

“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin

A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.

Is it a hoodie?  A jacket?  A poncho?  The cow print actually isn’t terrible.  At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting.  And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.

On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color.  “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.

We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever.  Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing.  Feel like he didn’t need that many.  Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.

There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back?  Megan apparently finds that VERY important.  Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow?  Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7.  Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.

Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.

It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but.  Am I biased because I hate harem pants?  Maybe.  Are these harem pants too short on him?  Yes.  Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris?  But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet.  At least they look comfy.

If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down?  Probably.  That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.

The shoes are fine.  I can enjoy a high topped sneaker.  …Is that a security tag?  Did he steal his shoes.  Belphie stole his shoes.

On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty.  But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.

Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon?  He just looks like… a cow.

There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes.  Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design.  Is it dynamic?  Is it recognizable?  Jo ranked them as such:

1. Lucifer: 9/10.  Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10.  Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10.  His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10.  Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10.  The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.

Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:

Mammon

Lucifer

Leviathan

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Little Things in Life - 4

Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex (series); not the sex you’re expecting but it’s the sex you get.

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.

Note: So I didn’t write at all yesterday. Dunno if I will today. My anxiety’s through the roof and I’m sorry to everyone waiting on different things. I see the asks and I’m doing my best. TBH I’m not in the greatest head space but I have up to part 5 done on this. Thanks to everyone for their feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Based on this drabble

Your escape from the garage was uneventful. You beat Steve in the fourth match and excused yourself to the washroom. You hid in there for some time. You stared in the mirror at your glossy eyes. You didn’t look like yourself. You didn’t feel like yourself.

You were careful to avoid Steve for the rest of the night. He didn’t make it easy. Neither did Sharon. She found you in the beach chair staring at the water, a perfect excuse for her husband to get closer. Her husband.

Had you encouraged Steve without knowing? Been too friendly? Well, you would never expect the golden saviour of New York to betray his own wife. His perfect wife! Her blond hair, her long legs, her crystalline eyes. She was his match in everything and he could just do that. And what did you do but whine a little bit?

You found your husband among the crowd and cringed. He was cheating on you. And you just sat there and did nothing. Fucking his boss! Never home to help with Kayla; the most you could get out of him when he was was twenty minutes of distraction. Enough to do the dishes or vacuum the living room. You hated him. But you still loved him.

You dragged Logan home just after midnight. He was worse off than you. You barely got him up the stairs as he slung himself over your shoulder. He was heavy. He flopped face first into bed, sprawled diagonal across it. You turned his head over the edge and set a bucket beside him.

You slept on the couch. Twenty minutes before you awoke with vertigo and stumbled your way to the bathroom to spill your guts. It burned terribly and you felt as if your chest would collapse with each wretch. You fell back onto the cushions with a grunt and sank into an alcohol-laced slumber.

You woke to a nail in your skull. You sat up and it pushed deeper. You felt awful. Dirty. You looked in on Logan, snoring loudly into the pillow. You showered with a bottle of Tylenol and forced down a tall glass of filtered water. Your phone nearly burst your eardrums as it rang and you picked it up frantically before your head began to buzz again.

It was your mother. She was on her way to the McDonald’s in town. She wanted to take Kayla to the play place. You offered to meet her there to relieve her of her babysitting shift. You drove with sunglasses on and the radio off.

You were thankful when you arrived to Kayla already lost in the plastic tubes. You sat with your mother who shoved a mcmuffin in your direction. You took a gulp of coffee and scarfed down the sandwich.

“Jeez, this reminds me of your college days,” Your mother chided. “Sweats, sunglasses… wild night?”

“Long week,” You groaned and leaned on your elbow as you looked over at the playplace. “How was she?”

“An angel. As usual.” She said. “She was telling me about her friend Steve.”

“Our neighbour,” You mumbled into your coffee. “He’s… nice to her.”

“And you?” Your mother prodded.

You were silent as you set down your cup. You pushed up your sunglasses and rubbed away the dampness around your eyes with your knuckles. You’d not even known you were crying.

“What is it?” She reached across the table.

“Logan…” You sniffed. “He’s sleeping with his boss.”

“No,” Your mother’s breath wisped out of her. “Oh, honey.”

“I saw them a couple days ago and… I don’t know what to do. What to say.” You flipped your glasses back down. “I’m fucking pissed but I’m so fucking terrified.”

“How could he--” You mother huffed. “You know what I would do.”

“Yeah, mum,” You scoffed. “A kick in the balls?”

“And more,” She sneered. “Say the word and I’m going over right now and knocking him--”

“No, no,” You raised your hand. “I’ll… handle it. I just… I’m processing.”

You played with the string of your sweats as you crossed your legs. You thought of Steve and the pool table. You should tell her, but what would you say? You let another man finger you because you were mad at your husband? Two wrongs...

“You know, the guest room’s always open.” Your mother said. “For you and Kayla.”

“Kayla,” You uttered. “I couldn’t… you think he’d take her from me.”

“And what? Sounds to me like he’s so busy messing around, he doesn’t have time for either of you.” She rolled her eyes. “She told me he’s never home. That he’s always on his phone.”

“She’s too honest for her own good,” You shook your head. “Too innocent. I don’t know if I could put her through that.”

“And let her live with festering resent?” Your mother argued. “Look, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but you can’t do nothing.”

“I know,” You emptied your coffee and picked up a cold hash brown. “Just… don’t say anything.”

“To who?” She asked. “My walls.”

🏠

You pulled up to the house as Kayla played with the little elephant she’d gotten with her meal. As you climbed out and unbuckled her, you spied a familiar figure from your peripheral. You ignored it as you grabbed her bag and helped her out onto the pavement. You closed the door as you tried to keep your daughter on the other side of you.

“Steve!” Kayla peeked past you and waved to your neighbour.

“Kayla, come on,” You tried to nudge her up the walk but Steve was already on his way across the street.

“Hey, you guys,” You turned to him as Kayla ran forward to hug his leg. “Early morning. Surprised you made it past the front door.”

“Yeah,” You kept your eyes averted behind your shades. “Kayla, come on. We gotta go.”

“What’s the plan for today?” Steve asked as you reached for your daughter.

“Family time,” You said tersely. 

“Mommy said I can paint butterflies on my wall!” Kayla said.

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” He smiled but barely looked at the girl. His eyes were set on you. 

“Kayla,” You pulled her towards the door and unlocked it. “Your father’s upstairs. Go wake him up. I’ll be in in just a second.”

“But I wanna talk to Steve,” She argued.

“Go inside,” You opened the door and waved her in. “You go right upstairs and get your dad.”

She pouted but did as you said. You watch her amble up the carpeted stairs and you turned back to Steve as you heard her calling to Logan. You closed the door and stormed back towards him.

“Look, what happened last night was wrong and I never want to talk about it again,” You hissed. “And… I don’t want to talk to you.”

He smiled and shook his head.

“As far as I could tell you liked it. Wanted it.” He crossed his arms. “You’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“I have a husband.” You snarled.

“Who’d rather fuck some crusty lady in a pants suit than you,” He challenged.

“You have a wife. A newborn.” You scowled. 

“I’ve learned a lot of things since I woke up in a whole new century. New lingo.” He tilted his head. “I’m sure you know what a ‘trophy wife’ is.”

“Is that what she is? Maybe you should tell her that.”

“Me and Sharon look good for the public. And for work. Suits never would’ve let me marry a civilian. We make a great little family.” He shrugged. “I gave her a baby. She got what she wanted and so did SHIELD.”

“I don’t believe you,” You said.

“I don’t care if you do. Sharon’s going back within the year. She misses the field. She misses a certain intelligence officer.” Steve said coolly. “It won’t be long before… well.”

“Listen, stay away from me.” You backed away from him. “I have enough going on.” You turned and grasped the door handle, paused as you looked back at him. “I can’t believe you. I really thought you were someone else.”

“Hey, I never said the propaganda wasn’t effective,” He winked. “I’ll see you around.”

You pushed inside and quickly closed the door. You pulled back the narrow curtain to look out through the frosted glass of the door. Steve’s hazy figure lingered until finally he retreated. Kayla’s voice drew you away.

“Mommy,” She called down the stairs. “Daddy’s sick.”

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Logan was in bed for most of the day “recovering”. You left him to his sulking and helped Kayla paint her butterflies. The few times you passed by the room, you peeked through the small space between the door and the frame. He had his phone out. You could guess who he was texting. If you asked, he’d say work and it wouldn’t be an all out lie.

You put Kayla to bed and spent an hour in the living room watching re-runs before you found the nerve to go upstairs. Logan had a video running on his phone about homemade axes or some nonsense. You changed into a long tee and climbed into bed. You turned your back to him and closed your eyes.

“Sorry, babe,” He tickled your spine. “I drank way too much yesterday.”

“Mhmm,” You grumbled.

“You mad?” He asked.

“No,” You lied. “Hungover.”

“I should’ve helped with Kayla today,” He moped.

“So why didn’t you?” You snapped.

“You are mad.” He said.

Not about that, you thought. 

“I’m just tired.” You said.

“Next weekend, we’ll do something with Kayla together.” He coaxed. “Take her to the aquarium. Oh, and Steve texted me. Him and Sharon want us to come over for dinner on Thursday. I told him I’d try to move some things around at work.”

“Thursday,” You repeated. “Alright.”

“You sure you’re okay?” His hand strayed to your hip. 

“I just need to sleep it off,” You tapped his hand. “I’m fine.”

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You woke up not shortly after you fell asleep. It was dark and the bed next to you was empty. You sat up and checked the time. It wasn’t even one in the morning. A slat of light escaped from your attached bathroom and you threw your legs over the edge of the mattress.

You tiptoed to the door and peered in. Logan was naked before the mirror as he held up his phone to take a picture. You wanted to scoff at how he flexed. He wasn’t as fit as he used to be, but neither were you. He snapped the pic and sent it with a devious grin. You saw his screen flash with a response shortly after. 

You felt the air rush out of you but could only back away and slink back to bed. It was ten minutes before he returned. He crawled under the blanket and pressed himself to your back. He was hard. His hand tickled your thigh and he played with the hem of your tee shirt.

“Babe,” He cooed gently. “Babe…” He continued as until you pretended to stir. “I forgot to tell you how great you looked yesterday in those shorts.”

“Logan, it’s late,” You grumbled but his hand brushed along your small patch of hair.

“Come on, babe,” He purred as he nuzzled the back of your neck. “It’s been… a while.”

You were quiet as he poked his fingers down and forced them between your legs. You flinched as he pushed on your clit.

“Babe,” He said again.

“Mmm,” You mumbled.

He pushed against you again and you sighed. You arched into him and let him lift your leg. He prodded your entrance and impaled you slowly. It was painful as you were barely aroused. You just wanted to be done with it. You knew he didn’t want you; he’d just gotten himself riled up and needed a release.

When he was at his limit, he gasped. His fingers slid off your clit as he began to thrust and he was toying with the crook of your leg rather than any part of your cunt. You grabbed the corner of your pillow and turned your face into it. He moved faster and faster as he quickly approached his peek.

You held back the tears as he jolted your entire body. You felt the warmth burst inside of you as he gave a pathetic moan. He spasmed a few times and slipped out of you. He rolled onto his back and gave your ass a tap.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “That was good.”

“Y-yeah,” You carefully shimmied to the edge. “I gotta go clean up.”

“Dirty girl,” He purred and you quickly fled to the bathroom, his cum dripping down your thighs.

You closed the door and sat on the toilet. You wiped yourself clean with tissue and let out the pressure which had built in your bladder. Finished, you remained as you were. You hung your head and covered your mouth with your hand as you began to cry. You were such a coward.

[a3theatrejunkie]

Don’t be silly Wrap your Willy!

Hanasaki Private Academy, St. Flora Middle School, and Ouka High school Students have to take care of a baby for a school project. For more context look at this post

Hanasaki Private Academy- They got robot baby dolls

St. Flora Middle School- They got Eggs. Each of the eggs have the St. Flora logo printed on it to prevent students from 

Ouka High School- Got bags of flour to be made into a baby,just random bags of flour.

SPRING TROUPE-  

Masumi is doing pretty well with the baby, she doesn’t cry much.(That’s because you have your headphones in. dumbass.) He gets a full nights sleep too. (That’s because Tsuzuru is usually up and takes care of her out of habit.)Tries to get the director to marry him this way. “Please. I’m a single father. My daughter needs a strong role model.” “Her name is Izuumi. Get it? It’s our names put together.” He and Sakuya talk about their children like their real.

Sakuya is baby and now he has a baby too. His child’s name is Romeo, he couldn’t think of anything else. He has a realistic experience with the baby, late night feeding, baby crying during rehearsal, and struggling to budget with a new member. Grows attached to the baby fast, his own little baby, his family. Doesn’t want to seem rude but gets nervous when other members of  Mankai holds his baby. “O-okay but take his burp cloth! and make sure his neck is supported. A-and!....” “Sakuya I’ve got like 12 younger brothers.” He cried when the assignment was over.

Itaru “Can we get an ‘F’ in the chat?” He remembers having one of those robot babies,their annoying and cut into his free time. Apparently you can use a strong magnet to mess up the sensors and get an easy A. Haphazardly holds the babies to play video games, He’s never been asked to hold the babies since.

“Sakuya...Masumi...” Tsuzuru worries about him getting too attached to the baby and Masumi using the baby to flirt with the director. Gave both of them some old baby clothes so they wouldn't have to buy any.

Citron loves the new members of the Spring troupe! He gives... interesting advice. “Do not worry! I’ve helped over a thousand woman and a thousand elephants give birth!” :D

SUMMER TROUPE- 

Yuki made cute little clothes for his egg and carries it in an equally cute basket. He was actually excited for this project so he could practice making children clothes but unfortunately St. Flora gave them eggs instead of the dolls. His child is named Omelette, because that’s what’s their gonna be after the project is over. While creating a budget as part of the care assignment spent over $400 of clothing. 

Muku keeps forgetting his egg everywhere he goes, he’s doing his best. His egg has a little crown on top of their head. The eggs name is Endymion, he’s gonna grow up to be the best prince ever. A some point  he forgot where his egg was and accidentally knocked it off his desk. It broke. Muku cried, the Summer troupe held a funeral and the egg prince is buried in the Mankai courtyard. He didn’t fail since he completed all the budgeting, and other sidework that came with the project but lost a good chunk of points.

Tenma is adjusting. “Why can’t I just hire a nanny? It’s in my budget.” “Well what are the chances you’ll actually become a famous actor?” “???....?!...?!?......” Anyway he hates having to carry this stupid bag of flour, the paparazzi is gonna have a field day with this. Named his child Tenma Jr. and he’s also gonna become an actor. Tenma practically spent all of his budget on luxury items, designer clothes, foreigner cars, and a million dollar house. Forgets about utilities, “What the hell is rent???”  Not adjusting well. Doesn’t help that Yuki calls his child, Hack Jr.

Kazunari- LOL! He remembers having to do that when he was still in grade school. He ‘Babysits’ while the younger actors are working or doing a scene. He’s the best uncle ever! #Blessed💖💖💖💖 Offered to redraw the ST. Flora logo onto a store bought egg when Muku’s broke, but Muku’s an honest prince, so he and Yuki decorated a coffin for the funeral.

“Poor Muku, You’re egg broke but it became a bunch of mini triangles!” Misumi didn’t help much. 

AUTUMN TROUPE-

Surprising or not, Sakyo is the most serious about the assignment. “Children are expensive and time consuming.”  Whether It’s a bag of flour or a robot doll, Sakyo makes the students of Autumn troupe take proper care of the children.He helps the students that need to make budget though.

“Hyodo if you don’t get get you child off the damn floor i’m calling your school and reporting you for Negligence.”

“I don’t know Nanao, are you gonna pay me to watch your child?”

“SETTSU!??! YOU CANNOT TAKE YOUR CHILD APART!”

Worst Grandpa ever

Omi is a little more helpful, but he agrees with Sakyo that this is an important assignment. While in school he totally bombed the assignment, but as an ex- delinquent he’s seen a few people start families waaaayy too young, It’s very stressful. Doesn’t want that for any of the Autumn Troupe. He’s willing to hold onto to the babies free of charge. Nice Grandma, probably gonna turn her grandkids into dinner

Taichi is already on thin ice with his school, he turned his flour baby into a monster child,(Ya know the little monster character he’s always drawing)

“Haven’t you seen Alien?!?!?”

Now he has the struggles of raising an alien child as a single father in highschool. “His name is Zognoid XJ-9″ 

It was fun at first for Banri, a new challenge approaches, but now the Baby is cutting in on his gaming time and what ever else it is he does. It hard to be a tough guy when your carrying a doll around. Considered taking out the batteries, but if Sakyo found out he’d fail the project. His baby is named Majima.

Juza was kind of excited for the project, maybe it would make him seem less intimidating, but no, it seems he’s gotten into more fights due to this sack of flour than before. No matter he’ll project this baby with his life, he calls her pudding. All was well until fuckin’ Settsu started calling his daughter a ‘cocaine baby’ Juza threw a few insults back and Banri punched him...in the baby. Flour went everywhere. Juza saw red. He grabbed Banri’s babydoll and though him outside into the street. People saw. Thought it was a real baby. The police were called. Sakyo had to call in A LOT of favors and explain it was just a doll. Both him and Settsu nearly failed and got chewed out by Sayko for almost ruining the companies image. 

They had separate funerals, once again buried in the Mankai court yard

BONUS! WINTER TROUPE-

Tsumugi thinks its great the kids are learning responsibility and that childcare is no joke. Brought flowers to the funerals.

“Oh! THE WOAHS OF CHILDREN, BUT THE LOVE OF A LITTLE JOY YOU TAKEN INTO TO YOUR SOUL.” Homare find this amusing and inspirational. He remembers his egg project and how- blahblahblah. Gave nice loooooong eulogies during all the funerals.

Azuma thinks it’s funny, he’s old so he never had to experience the baby project. Although the sight of seeing these new families makes him a little sad. Better drink some sake.

Tasuku “What the fuck is wrong with y’all.”

 Hisoka I’m Sleep.

[wannabeauthorclive]

For The First Time In Forever

Link - For The First Time In Forever

Author - Zofija aka me aka Eat_SometimesWrites_Sleep_Repeat on Ao3

Relationships - Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

POV - Wade Wilson

Warnings - One very brief mention of suicide, language, some angst

Rating - Teen and up

Length - 2,500 words

Summary - Wade never wanted to meet his heartmate. It seemed like a disaster to do so. But maybe, after the rollercoaster of the fight with the Rhino, maybe Wade will reconsider. And the boxes, they just love changing everything. And once the author writes one line, they have to use it to their advantage.

This is the first time I’m gonna actually post it on here, on Tumblr. So let’s see how it works out.

Spidey was mad. Mad at himself, mad at Wade. Spidey had always done everything by himself, he was a one man team. Wade understood that, he was the same. Until he met Spider-Man. The two of them worked well together, only Wade wasn’t allowed to kill anyone. But unlike him, Spidey was having a much harder time realizing that he could leave some things for Wade to do. And accepting that he was going to do them differently.

Wade was patient (No, you’re not) but this was the last straw. For himself and for Spidey. They both lost their patience, and both are annoyed at Spidey.

“I hate you!”

Wade knew that it wasn’t true. He knew that. He knew that Spidey was trying to blame someone else for the death of a civilian that laid on his shoulders. Wade was ok with it. He didn’t want Spidey to take the blame, even though Deadpool couldn't have killed the civilian.

He was on the other side of the fight, keeping Rhino distracted (What you do best) [Why do the civilians crowd around the fight anyway? It’s not a boxing match.] No, it is not. While Spidey was taking care of the civilians.

Spidey’s tone had a hate in it. But not in it. It had the I know I did something wrong but I’m going to blame my brother or friend even though you saw me do it type of tone. And Wade was going to let it go. But Spidey was one of those people who lies in then feels bad and owns up to it. Even if he would have gotten away with it.

And the “I hate you” that he yelled, Wade didn’t do much about it. He just has to wait until the whole thing blows over. Spidey would come to the realization that Wade did his job and he didn’t complete his. It would hurt him. Wade knew that. But he didn’t know what else to do.

[ J.J.J is going to be all over the death in tomorrow’s newspaper. ]

( OMG! Spidey! He’s never gonna live this down! This is horrible! )

Shit. [ I think you left the stove on. ] That’s not the problem. Wait, did I? No, He shook his head, This isn’t something that is just going to blow over.

It wasn’t going to blow over, Wade knew that. Spidey knew that. But Spidey was going to own up to it. Because that’s who he is. He takes the blame for everything he does and sometimes for the things he didn’t do. (Yeah, remember the time that you hurt someone super super bad and Spidey was there —) [Right! And then Spidey told the police that he did it so you—] Wouldn’t have to go to jail. Yes, I know. Wade played the scene over and over again in his head, trying to understand why Spidey did what he did.

Once he realized that Spidey was still talking and had stepped closer (He’s in our bubble! We’re gonna get COVID!) [Wrong world, dumbass. Also we wouldn’t get COVID cause we’re both wearing masks] (Screw you, White.)

“Shut up!” He yelled in his head. Spidey’s word vomit or whatever he was saying stopped. And if his mask was up, Wade knew he would see his mouth shut so fast he could’ve broke his jaw. That… wasn’t in my head. (Nope) [You told Spidey to shut up, good job] Fuck. Spidey was still staring at him with those big white eyes. Probably surprised [That’s obvious] and waiting to see if he was going to explain. “I was saying that to the boxes, not you. Continue talking.” [Great job. If I had hands I’d applaud you with how horrible that sounded.] Spidey continued to stare at him.

“You weren’t listening?” Spidey asked, anger so close to the surface.

“Ummm…” In those seconds that nobody said anything, Spidey seemed to break. His walls that Wade didn’t even know were up fell away.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice broke in the middle, sounding like he is confessing something that he never told anyone before. (I don’t know a lot of stuff—) [You don’t know shit] (But I know that that is exactly what he’s doing) [Of course that’s what he’s doing, that is self explanatory] Oh, will you guys shut up? “It’s like Gwen, and my Uncle Ben, and everyone else I’ve gotten close to. And I have no idea what to do. Someone gets hurt every time I try to save everyone.”

“Hey, hey hey” In the most comforting tone Wade can manage [He’s never —] I need you to shut up. Even the readers want to to shut up. (Yeah, White, you need to shut —) Same with you Yellow. You guys don’t exist in the other fics this author has written. So go away. Nobody wants you. (That hurts) I told you to shut up.

“Baby boy, come here.” Wade walks closer to Spidey, slowly as not to scare him. Or ruin the mood of this wonderful rooftop that they are occupying. He wraps him up in his arms, resting his chin on Spidey’s head. Spidey seems taller from afar, or maybe I grew… (We’re hugging Spider-Man!!!) [I have to admit, that’s pretty awesome.] OMG!!! We’re hugging Spidey!!! Best day of my life!!!

Spidey reached his hands up and pulled his mask up to his hairline, tucking his now unmasked face into Wade’s chest. Wade felt his heart stop at knowing that if he pulled back, he could see Spidey’s face. For the first time in forever.

(Cause for the first time in forever!)

[There’ll be music, there’ll be light]

(For the first time in forever!)

[I’ll be dancing through the night]

Spidey whimpered. Tears falling on Wade’s suit.

“Baby boy, don’t cry.” Wade says as he leans back to look into Spidey’s glassy eyes. His real eyes, not the eyes no his mask. The sight hurt him. His baby boy shouldn’t be hurting like this.

(Don’t know if I’m elated or gassy)

[But I’m somewhere in that zone]

(‘Cause of the first time in forever)

[I won’t be alone]

Spidey’s eyes are red rimmed from crying, tears creating canyons in his cheeks, his beautiful mouth pulled into a frown.

(I can’t wait to meet everyone!)

[What if I meet the one?]

He drags a gloved hand across Spidey’s cheek, resting it there spread across the side of his face. Spidey nuzzling his face down into Wade’s palm. “You did the best you could. You can’t save everyone, Sweetums. It’s not possible.” Spidey mumbled something into Wade’s palm.

(Tonight imagine me gown and all)

[Fetching draped against the wall]

(The picture of sophisticated grace)

[I suddenly see him standing there]

(A beautiful stranger, tall and fair)

[I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face]

Spidey reaches one hand down to his other hand and grabs the top of Wade’s glove. He’s going to take off my glove. Wade’s heart races and he tries to tug his hand away. His scars are not something that he needs to impose on Spidey. Especially in the emotional moment.

(But then we laugh and talk all evening)

[Which is totally bizarre]

(Nothing like the life I’ve lead so far)

But Spidey persisted. He took off the glove, dropped it to the ground, and linked their hands. Not worrying about the scars. Wade sighed glad to know that Spidey didn’t care about the scars. At least the ones on his hand, the ones on his face may be a different deal.

(For the first time in forever!) [Hey! It was my turn to say that line!] (Bummer, I said it first.) [Fuck you, Yellow]

[There’ll be magic, there’ll be fun]

(For the first time in forever!)

[I could be noticed by someone]

Wade gasped. His hand searing. He tried to let go of Spidey’s hand but he couldn’t, tried to tugged his hand out of Spidey’s viselike grip. He looked up to Spidey, and his eyes where foggy. Like he wasn’t there or he was seeing something different. Like he was bewitched.

It was like an elephant charged into his chest, he sucked in a quick, sharp breath. And he stopped seeing Spidey or the rooftop or New York around them. He could still feel them. But now he was… seeing Spidey. But not the present Spidey.

It was the first time they met. Spider-Man beating his ass while trading quips back and forth cause he caught Wade killing people in his city. The first time they ate tacos together. The first time Spidey came to Wade’s place, Wade beat his ass in video games. For all Spidey is at fighting, he’s shit at Mario Cart. The first time Spidey congratulated him for not killing anyone for a whole month.

Every one of their first times doing things together. All their second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth times doing things together. Their fights, taco nights, and adventures were all there. Every memory that Spidey was in flashed through his mind, like he was there all over again. And when it was all over, he stared at Spidey, at his heart mate. The one person that all walls can come down around. The one person where lies don’t exist. The one person who, once you find them, is never supposed to leave. Not until death.

The one person that Wade never wanted to meet. Thinking that no-one would ever love him. Love has never been his friend. Love hates him. But maybe, just maybe, Love chose right.

(And I know it is totally crazy)

[To dream I’d find romance]

(But for the first time in forever)

[At least I’ve got a chance]

It was a brush of the lips. Nothing more than a second that their lips touched. But Spidey had kissed him. Kissed him!! Wait, his mask has to be off for Spidey to kiss him. Wade, not wanting to let go of Spidey’s hand, took his hand off his face and rubbed it on his. If his heart beats any faster, it’s gonna stop. His mask was off. The gorgeous man across from him was staring at his scared face.

(Don’t let them in, don’t let them see)

[Be the good girl you always have to be]

(Conceal, don’t feel, put on a show)

[Make one wrong move and everyone will know]

He tried to let go, turn away, put on his mask, leave. But Spidey held him still, not letting him leave, not letting put his mask back on. He closed his eyes, trying to keep one layer of protection. If Spidey left. If he yelled, if he was disgusted, Wade doesn’t think he’d be able to live. Not with the pain of his Heartmate rejecting him. Multiple bullets to his own head if that happened.

(But it’s only for today)

[It’s only for today]

(It’s agony to wait)

[It’s agony to wait]

(Tell the guards to open up the gate)

[The gate]

There was some shuffling, but Spidey never let go of his hand, or let him leave, then there was a firm kiss. One that reminded Wade of Spidey's stubbornness when he said something Spidey disagreed with. Just resting there, not moving, keeping contact. It wasn’t much longer than the one before, but it was firmer more solid and secure. Wade kept his eyes closed during the whole thing, not wanting to look at the person who was kissing him. Not wanting to look at the person once they open their eyes, not wanting to see the disgust.

(For the first time in forever)

[Don’t let them in, don’t let them see]

(I’m getting what I’m dreaming of)

[Be the good girl you always have to be]

(A chance to change my lonely world)

[Conceal]

(A chance to find true love)

[Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know]

“Open your eyes, Pool. Look at me” Spidey’s voice was solid but comforting. But not enough for Wade to let all his walls crumble. ‘Cause once he opens his eyes, they’ll crumble. Turn to dust. And it can either go wonderfully right or it could become a disaster. And even though Spidey brought his walls down to free the tears and take the hug. Wade wasn’t — wait, Spidey took his wall down to Deadpool. Not to Wade. Not to his Heartmate. What if he doesn’t want a Heartmate? What if he doesn’t want to deal with Wade? What if? To many things can go wrong if he opens his eyes. He will not open his eyes.

“DP, please, open your eyes. Let me see what color they are.”

(I know it all ends tomorrow)

[So it has to be today]

Wade opens his eyes, “Seriously? You wanted me to open my eyes so you can see what color they are.” He smirks, raising the skin where an eyebrow would be.

“Yes, Pool, I wanted to see what color they were.” Spidey smiles, lighting his entire face, looking into his eyes. “They’re blue. Prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Wade’s smirk disappears. He opened his eyes. He did the one thing he told himself he wouldn’t do.

But it’s not like he thought. Spidey’s smiling. Smiling. At Wade. No disgust in his big doe brown eyes. And it hit him. Spidey wasn’t disgusted. Not at him, not at his scars.

A gasp escapes his mouth, and he tugs Spidey closer, so close they’re practically merged together. They were standing close before but now, not a sliver of light could pass between their bodies. But, the world is waking up, not enough light to slip though if it had the space. Wade sweeps Spidey’s mask off he top of his head, freeing his head of fluffy brown hair. Burying his face into the fluff, he smells like home. Home like he’s never known before. His arms wrap around his slim body, almost coming back around with how lean he is. Spidey wraps his arms around Wade, finding room around the katanas, tucking his head under Wade’s chin and into his chest.

After few, or maybe it was many, minutes, Spidey backed away. Far enough away that their tender hug ended. Spidey held out his hand, “I’m Peter Parker, Heartmate.”

Wade jumped into the handshake, wanting to share his name with his Heartmate. Shaking Peter’s hand enthusiastically, he said, “Wade Wilson, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Heartmate.” The laugh that he got in response was the best sound in the entire world. Yet Wade was only partly sad to put a stop to it.

Still holding Peter’s hand, he tugged it, bringing a tumbling Peter right up to his chest. He slammed his lips onto Peter’s, stopping Peter’s beautiful laugh, not wanting to waste anymore time to have their first real kiss. Peter’s soft lips reacted, moving against Wade’s in perfect synchronization. It was rushed and hot, not how Wade had imagined his first kiss with Peter to go. But perfect none the less.

The second kiss was different. Slower and more love than heat. Both enjoying finding their other half. Both basking in the love of their Heartmate. The one that they don’t have to hide any of their self from. No lies when you’re with your Heartmate. Lies don’t exist when you’re with your Heartmate. And together, they can face off any enemy. Including tomorrow’s press.

(‘Cause for the first time in forever)

[Nothing’s in my way!]

[jawnjendes]

try new things! | 3. confident

Ashton talks you into having a threesome with each band member.

AN: im gonna be deadass here. i published the masterlist on accident and it got notes, as well as the 2 previous chapters. so now here i am again, 3 years after the last chapter was posted. enjoy it fuckos.

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It was much easier getting in the mood next time around. Ashton invited the guys over for video games, pizza, and beer. Calum gave me a friendly wink and looked at me for longer than usual throughout the night. The stolen glances were a little exciting, given that some of the heat was still lingering. Calum's time was up, though. It was only one guy for one night and that was it. However, it did feel like the threesome thing was the elephant in the room, even when we were all distracted by Super Smash Bros. They all knew it was going to happen at one point, I just wished I knew how eager Michael and Luke were, if either of them were thinking about it and getting excited butterflies.

That thought was answered very fast that night.

“What was it like, Calum?” asked Michael at one point when the alcohol was seeping into our systems. Tipsy or sober, I did sort of expect that from him.

“Doing what?”

Michael pointed at me as he slouched in his seat, clearly at ease.

Calum’s eyes went to Ashton’s. It was like before, when he was silently asking for permission to defile me. Ashton, who had his arm firmly around me, quirked an eyebrow before speaking.

"Ask her, not me."

And so brown eyes locked onto mine. I nodded once, trying to be as stone faced as Ashton and failing at it.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Calum finally replied as he turned back to Michael, grinning like he was in on the biggest secret.

He sighed. “I wanna know!”

“Why don’t you ask her, then?” Luke suggested.

“Yeah, Michael,” I egged on, feeling confident thanks to the liquid courage. “Or better yet, why don’t you come find out for yourself?”

Ashton suddenly placed his free hand on my upper arm, making me look at him. “You sure you wanna do this now?”

I nodded, looking him dead in the eye. I was inebriated to the point where I felt like I could take charge and not care about the repercussions from the guy who was always in charge. I was definitely looking forward to the during and after of it all. How often does a boyfriend of mine have hot friends that I can consensually fuck?

I looked back at Michael, who was now sitting up straight, eyes wide with anticipation. Didn’t have to ask him twice.

“When am I gonna get fucked, though?” Luke whined, breaking the tension in the room.

That little moment where he sighed and slouched distracted me for a moment. I looked at Luke, but he was looking up at the ceiling. Was he just horny or did he actually want me? Did he have an awkward-but-not-really dream about me too?

“We’ll get to you,” Ashton suddenly replied, squeezing my upper arm. “Trust me, she’s not going to let me forget about you.”

If I wasn’t reeled back in by my boyfriend, I would have been blushing redder than a tomato. Instead, Luke did it for me, which was endearing.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “Shall we?”

Michael was quicker than Ashton. He walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom, my boyfriend quickly following after us. Once the door was shut, they both got their hands on me, Ashton behind me and Michael in front of me.

“Couldn’t be patient, could you?” Ashton growled in my ear, his big hands running up my shirt.

I bit down on my lip at his words. I reached towards Michael’s collar, unbuttoning his flannel while he began feeling under my skirt. He had a smirk on his face as he closed the gap between us, while Ashton kept talking in my ear.

"You were supposed to wait until our guests left, baby," he sternly told me. "But you couldn't keep your legs closed, huh? Michael, you wanna take her to the bed?"

The man in question had his fingers hooked around my panties, but paused his actions upon the command. It was odd in the sense that two out of the three friends seemed to comply with Ashton's needs in a situation like this. Almost like they had done this before. Was Luke going to be the same way?

I didn't think about it much as Michael's gentle hand took mine and walked me over to the king size bed. I was already dazed, I didn’t even take a second glance at the armchair where Calum and I fucked the week before, and I did that a lot since that event.

Also, it made sense why Ashton got us a king size bed not too long ago. If he hasn't had a threesome before dating me, then he's definitely thought about it and wanted to be prepared for it.

"I'll be right back," Ashton said. "Don't have too much fun without me." He stepped out, but then ducked his head back in the room. "And don't kiss each other."

As soon as the door closed, the tension heightened. It seems as though I was the only one to feel it. Michael was sat on the bed and pulling me towards him, hands around my wrists and then the backs of my thighs as I got closer.

"You nervous?" he asked me like he wasn't groping my ass.

"No," I replied a little too quietly. I really wasn't. Most of the nerves were let out the first time I had sex with a different man while my boyfriend watched.

Michael seemed to like my docile tone, smiling and leaning in. For a hot second, I thought he was about to do what Ashton said not to, but his nose just ran along my jawline instead. Then, he scooted back on the bed, beckoning me to follow. I practically crawled over him as he moved back, and then I was properly straddling him.

"Think you can handle being on top?" he teased.

"Think you can handle me?" I replied, gently pushing his chest so he was laying back.

My little burst of confidence quickly dissipated as the door opened. I jumped, somehow forgetting that there was someone else who was supposed to be here. I looked back and saw Ashton entering the room again, and I smiled timidly.

Michael chuckled at my reaction, his hands moving up my thighs. He took my dress with him, lifting it up. Ashton crawled onto the bed behind me, reaching over to take my dress off the rest of the way.

I was left half naked while the two men with me were still fully clothed. It left my core leaky and hot for more. Just the fact that I was sitting on Michael's crotch, eager to make him hard was adding to it.

"I had to make our guests leave early," Ashton told me as his hands went on my shoulders. "All because your naughty pussy couldn't wait another day."

His breath touched my neck, making a chill go down my spine. I looked to the side, knowing Michael was looking up at me with a smug grin. Just a minute ago, I was so confident and ready to ride him into oblivion. Now I was being put into my place because I was horny via tequila.

"You wanna do the honors, Michael?" Ashton said as he grabbed the back end of my panties and pulled them down.

Then, he was pushing me forward, so I was lying on top of Michael completely. Still, I had the least amount of power here. My bare ass was out, and Michael didn't even hesitate to slap the cheek.

I didn't know what to do but hide my face in his neck. It was only going to get more deliciously painful from here.

Ashton and Michael took turns spanking me. With each one I was digging my nails deeper into Michael's shoulders, almost tearing at his shirt. I groaned and bit into the crook of his neck, which made his hips buck up into mine. He did it once, and then I was lurching forward every time a spank landed, keeping the friction going. I could feel his erection growing the longer we kept at it, and all I wanted to do was ride him until my legs gave out.

"Have you had enough?" Ashton asked when I was whimpering. His hands were groping the curve of my ass, almost like he was soothing the sting.

"Mhm," I mumbled from the crook of Michael's neck.

"Don't think he heard you," Michael cooed, gently nudging me to sit up.

So I did. I pushed myself up on my arms, only to be pulled back further by my ponytail. Then, Ashton's hot breath was on my neck.

"I asked you a question," he growled while his free hand went for the clasp on my bra. "And I expect you to use your words."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, humiliated but so turned on at the same time.

"Yeah, I bet you are." His large hand moved to my stomach, trailing up to grab a breast. "You gonna give my friend here what he came here for?"

"Yes," I replied. "Yes, I want to."

"Good girl. You know what to do."

My ponytail was released so I could look down and undo Michael's jeans. I could feel his eyes on me as I felt his hard cock rubbing between my legs. It was just as thrilling as last time, being watched as I fucked another man.

Ashton helped move my panties to the side as I sat up on my knees. Michael's breathing quickened as he met my core, and we both sighed when I sank down on him. We sat like that for a moment, while Ashton got his mouth on my neck. It was the push I needed to start moving slowly.

But I couldn't do it sitting up straight, as much as I wish I had that talent. I shrugged Ashton away to lean forward, planting my hands down on either side of Michael's body, and I went to town.

"Fuck," Michael breathed out, then he picked his head up to plant his face in my chest. He got his mouth around a nipple, and it set my entire body on fire.

How I wanted to look back and watch Ashton's face. Was he upset that I pushed him away? Was he turned on by my little bursts of boldness? Surely, he had to be getting off on what was happening in front of him.

"Mm," I groaned, as I found the right spot. I went slow at first, enjoying the sensation.

The feeling was fleeting, as always, because someone always had to be in control. Suddenly, I was flying backwards, losing my rhythm as a hand went around my neck.

Yeah, Ashton didn't like being challenged.

"You dirty fucking girl," he growled in my ear. "Did I say you could move? Did I say you could fuck my friend the way you wanted?"

"I'm sorry," I choked out, my hand frantically going for his wrist.

Ashton quickly deflected the movement. "Nope. Michael, grab her hands."

Then, my hands were being held down on Michael's abdomen. His grip was just as tight as Ashton's. I couldn't move at all. I might as well have been tied up.

"Think you can fuck her like this?"

"Fuck yeah."

I whined as I was filled up again, it wasn't as slow or as mind blowing as when I was in control. I couldn't look around to see Michael's face, nor Ashton's. Still, it was hot as fuck, being held down and used, and I wanted more of it. I gave an experimental tug at Michael's grip, just to see.

"Mm, no you don't," he chastised, tugging back twice as hard.

"How cute, you think you can break free," Ashton mumbled in my ear. His free hand reached down to pinch my ass cheek, followed by a harsh spank. "Not here, babygirl. You need to earn it."

I whimpered once again. I didn't even try to wiggle my hips, the only thing I was able to move. Ashton still had his hand on my ass, which meant he was very close to physically restraining me even more. I moaned quietly, while Ashton and Michael were filling up the room with their noises. Ashton wasn't even fucking me, he just got off on restraining me while one of his friends did the fucking.

But I knew, once this part was over, Ashton was going to be insatiable. Just like last time.

"Okay, let her go," he ordered after a while. Then, he took my waist. "Here babygirl, face me."

I was pulsating between my legs as I removed myself. My heart pounded when my eyes met Ashton's once again. He watched me as I grabbed Michael by the base and sank down on him again.

"Michael, hold onto her," my boyfriend said darkly. "And let her fucking have it."

There was no time to breathe, as his cock pounded into me. I let out a loud moan and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself on the mattress, until Ashton took my hands and placed them on his shoulders.

My eyes opened, and I saw the look on his face change. I could barely process it before he was leaning in to kiss me. It was tender, a complete turn from the harsh front he usually put on in the bedroom. The sudden softness almost made me forget that there was a third person in the room.

"Baby," Ashton mumbled, cupping my face.

His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth and gently suckled on the tip. Then, Michael thrusted in a particularly intense way, and I groaned against the digit, almost biting into it.

And just like that, the soft moment was over. Ashton's hand was around my neck again, and Michael was growling as he got closer to his end. He grabbed my ass, nails digging into the flesh while Ashton brought his lips down to my nipples, only driving me more wild. I keened and moaned, my thighs shaking the more I tried to clench them together. My toes curled, feeling the coil in my body tighten every second.

"Fuck, oh fuck," Michael growled. "I'm gonna come…"

"Okay, okay, stop moving," Ashton told him.

Michael stilled and pulled out, his breath heavy and shaky. I felt the same way, except I was not as close to orgasm as he was.

Next thing I knew, I was deepthroating his cock, with Ashton holding the back of my head to make sure I didn't move. I choked around the girth so much that my eyes teared up, I wasn't sure I'd be able to see it through.

But Michael certainly did.

"Oh, oh fuck!" he cried out, his hips moving erratically. He let out long, guttural moans while he spilled down my throat. "Aahh, fuck yeah. Fucking take it all."

I moaned around his cock, trying to lap up what I could. However, once I was let go, I was drooling his cum, and Ashton saw it.

He just scooped up whatever he could with his finger and got back into my mouth. "We'll try that again in a minute."

At first, I thought he meant that I was going to have another go with Michael. Then, I realized my ass was pressed up against Ashton's crotch. He was still rock hard, and only the first half of the night was done.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #282

“daddy’s flown across the ocean / leaving just a memory / a snapshot in the family album / daddy, what’d you leave behind for me?”

What is your favorite type of dance? I like modern dances, especially those unusual or creepy with unique music. They’re the dances I look forward to watching in dance competitions. Do you find making scenes in public fun? Oh fuck no. Lemonade or pink lemonade? Pink is Supreme in so many ways. Where do you feel safest? At home, especially if Mom is here. Have you ever been to a gay pride parade? No, but I’d love to. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? No. I don’t want to move to Africa. What do you like to do when you're home alone? HAHA okay so I almost exclusively watch Unus Annus when Mom isn’t home because I will almost without a doubt cackle at least once, and… explaining why I’d be laughing would be WILD. UA is a fucking gift & I’mma miss it when it’s gone. What kind of music calms you down? My best bet is nostalgic music that I hold very close, like Ozzy. The soundtracks to SotC and SH2 are also magical when it comes to soothing me. Who did you last go to a park with? Uhhhh… probably not since I took family pictures for someone. Got some nice ones. Have you ever been robbed? Thankfully, no. Are you working, a student, both, or neither? Neither, and at nearly 25, it’s fucking humiliating. I’m thinking of appealing my disability case (you very rarely get it the first time), but of course self-doubt and anxiety just slaps me across the face again and again by asking, “Do you really need it?” That shit is agonizing. Very highly regarded people in my life agree that it’s realistic for me, at least at this moment, while I sort out my mental health. I don’t plan on being on it forever, fuck no. But right now I am, no matter what anyone says, a leech in my home. What's your favorite holiday? Christmas. I prefer Halloween’s “vibe,” of course, but I am much more excited and just thankful at Christmastime, especially now as an aunt with children who *understand* the holiday. Their joy and excitement is enough of a gift to me. It’s always really hard on Mom because she’s convinced she doesn’t do enough (she cries at least once like… every year), but my sisters and I always reassure her. It’s also a nice opportunity to see Dad and my stepmom, also with my sister’s family, and once again we get to see the kids so happy. But enough about them; what I love most about Christmas is I generally am able to put my troubles into perspective and take the time to remember I am, in the big picture, lucky to have what and who I do. And SNOW!!!!! If you can’t tell I’m stoked for Christmas. Do you prefer male or female friends? Both are great, but I’m more relaxed with female friends because of the whole “scared of men” ordeal. What's your favorite dessert? Biiiiihhhhh lemme get my hands on ice cream. Do you ever go on chatroulette or omegle? Noooo, I never did. That shit creeps me out. Besides, I’m shy. What kind of tea do you drink? None. Do you know anyone in a gang? Not to my knowledge… What color is your fridge? White. We decided to use the fridge already in this house versus our old one. Is your phone mostly on vibrate, silent, or ringtone? It’s just about always on vibrate. Do you own black sunglasses? I don’t own any sunglasses. Are you currently looking for a job? Fuck if I know. Not actively, but if something suitable magically popped up, I’d definitely pursue it. Do you watch MTV? No. Do you like to tell people who you like? Historically, I tend to keep my mouth shut about it to people who know that love interest unless explicitly asked, and even then, it depends on if I think they’ll keep their mouth shut. How often do you braid your hair? It��s too short to be braided. I very rarely had it braided beforehand. What color is your microwave? Black. Do you wash your face in the morning when you wake up? If I remember, especially if I’m groggy. Are you interested in the ocean? No more or no less than the average person. What's a big turn on for you? Keeping physical stuff outta this, I’m just such a fuckin sucker for being authentically romantic lmao. Have you ever thought about being a teacher? Heeeeeelllllll no. What's the first thing you do when you turn your computer on? Close out of the stuff that automatically pops up after it starts. Do you drink Gatorade? Ugh, ew, no. Do you hate when people replace 0's with O's? EX: 9:OO AM. Lol no, it’s honestly aesthetically pleasing in some formats. Did you hate riding the bus? Some of my best school memories are the long bus rides home w/ Jason so uh- Do you ever use XOXO in texts, letters etc..? Nah. Has anyone ever told you they liked you to your face? Yeah. Have you ever touched an elephant? No. Reading or writing? Writing. Do you have a childhood nickname? Mom called (and sometimes still does lakjdf;alkwe) me “Twinkie.” She gave sweets-oriented nicknames to all her kids. Have you ever had a Moon Pie? UGH they’re gross. I have this faint memory as a kid of a sweetheart babysitter my sisters and I had always offering us banana moon pies as a snack or dessert, idr. I’ve always hated anything banana-flavored. Has your car ever had troubles? N/A What's your birthstone? Amethyst. Would you join the navy? I want nothing to do with anything remotely related to war. What's your favorite board game? Battleship. Do you like chess? I’ve never played it nor even know the rules. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it? I was absolutely parched after a long, sweaty walk and was offered it to “try” by my mom without me knowing it was alcohol… the “WAIT NO STOP” from everyone was so quick lmao. It was just hard lemonade, so nothing super serious. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you unexpectantly turned up pregnant right this second? I probably would. There is no fucking way I can emotionally handle carrying a baby right now. But I’d feel like absolute shit, even though I’m pro-choice. I just don’t want to picture myself in that situation. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? Probably. Although generally, I’m very resilient to peer pressure when it comes to something I really don’t want to do. What is your favorite video game console? Why? PS2, of course. I think the best games came from that era, many ahead of their time. Example, the original Shadow of the Colossus graphics massively pressured the limits of the software, and it still to this day blows me away. Sure, you have some lag in return, but the end result was just magnificent. I seriously, seriously, seriously hope I’m able to play the remake one day. When you lost your virginity, were you sober? I was. As of this minute, what is going through your mind? How I need a change and purpose in life so motherfucking badly. Where’s the last place you went? I was riding around with Mom, doing some errands. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. When was the last time you went apple picking? Never. Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? We don’t really… have a relationship. We don’t talk, we just kinda “exist” knowing we’re related. What was the last kids movie you saw? I watched some of Hotel Transylvania 3 with my niece and nephew. Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? When I was still in college, there was at least one guy in my class who was. Tutored me in math. Patience of a saint, haha. Have you ever been to an internet cafe? I actually have zero clue what that is. Has the year gone quickly for you so far? I’ve barely discerned 2018-2020, if I’m being honest with you. It’s just a lump of time where I’ve done jack-all. I mean yeah, school fits in there somewhere, but mentally I wasn’t in a wonderful place and haven’t been “happy” for a long time. My mental state has been the same for a few years. How many siblings does your significant other have? N/A Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? Oh, I hiiiighly doubt it. I loathe the taste of alcohol. Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? I legitimately have one of the most basic white bitch middle names in America, I know tons. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? One, yes, considering Mom worked there before the cancer and is still in touch with this pharmacist. What flavor is your toothpaste? Mint. Are you sleepy right now? I think I’m permanently sleepy. Do you like crime films and tv shows? Not especially. Are you bitter about anything? Many things. What was the first online account you remember having? Neopets. My older sister helped me set it up when I was somewhere around eight. Do you use emojis? More than I used to. I’m gradually converting from emoticons to emojis, oof. What was the last type of soda you drank? Mountain Dew. Do you remember much from high school? I probably remember too much from high school, if I’m being honest. I remember far too much in far too much detail during the almost four years I dated Jason. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Probably the Bahamas, mostly for the pink beaches, aha. It would also be an incredible photography opportunity. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? My former best friend’s dad was so southern that yes, I could barely understand him whatsoever. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? If you mean a fresh, new one and not a glow-up on the Mark tribute tat I’ve mentioned five thousand times, a tribute to Teddy featuring his portrait, pawprint, and the Powerwolf lyrics “and we’ll meet where the wild wolves have gone.” I’m going to be picky as a motherfucker about the design itself, though, so realistically it probably wouldn’t be tomorrow since I’d probably commission people to draw in varying styles. Ugh, I need that tattoo gun, my man. What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? That would be 4 Peens in a Pod (it’s… not a porn I swear, it’s Fischfuck and the boys lmao). I’m waaaaaaaaaaay behind on it, though. I watch so many different things now that I’m behind on like… everything I watch/listen to. Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I think I was with all of them? What was the last thing you wrote in a Word document? This survey. Because I combine short ones into Big Boys that I usually don’t finish in one go, I save my progress on it. Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? I miss a number of people and would rather not retrospect on them. What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? *shrug* Do you know anybody who is gay and married? I think so. What did you last take painkillers for? A headache. Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Ugh. A whole fucking lot. I’ve thought quite a bit recently on how I miss video editing, but I just don’t have the motivation and dedication for that anymore. Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Yes. What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? Nowhere that strange at all… Probably just like, the floor, but even then with blankets and stuff. What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I haven't had lunch yet. Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Pollen is pretty obvious, while serious discoloring and itching let me know I was allergic to silver. Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah, I was visiting her for a couple weeks. It was nice. Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? In ~real life~, probably some friend on Facebook. Do you know anyone who is deaf? We recently found out actually that my youngest niece is deaf in her left ear due to a massive buildup of fluid in it. I’m so ready to hear about her reaction to hearing normally once it’s taken care of. Has there ever been a person you regret ever being friends with? Probably at some point. “Ever” makes this question difficult. Do you think you have a good understanding on love? Yes. What do you think of your parent(s)? I love them both immensely while acknowledging their flaws. What celebrity do you think should of never become famous? I don’t care enough to think on this honestly haha. Did you ever get into the Twilight saga craze? What about the Harry Potter craze? Neither. What's your opinion about Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl"? It was bold for its time, for sure. I’ve never minded it. Actually since coming out as bi I’ve known that this song has to be included in the recession dances of my wedding if my partner is female lmao. Do you believe in heaven? If so, what's it like? If not, why? I hope there’s some sort of total bliss after death if you’re deserving of such, but I don’t know. I definitely don’t know how I actually picture it. Even if there’s not, well, I’m assuming I just won’t exist anymore, so I wouldn’t be able to care anyway. Sometimes I hope that's the case. What email service do you use for your main (or only) email account? Hotmail. Did you ever believe in the Tooth Fairy? Yeah. I remember there was one time where “she” didn’t trade my tooth for munz and I was so mad lmao. Mom apparently forgot and slipped something under the pillow while I was getting ready for school. How I fell for it, who knows man, kids are wild. How do you feel about Taco Bell? I’m not a Mexican food fan, really, but I do love their cheese (with or without chicken) quite a bit. The cinnamon bite things are bomb as FUCK, too. I’m still mad tilted they took potato products off their menu tho because I used to destroy the fiesta potatoes. How often do you go on to YouTube? I’m like… always on it. Not focusing on it at all times, but something’s in the background. Back when Spongebob Squarepants was famous, were you interested in it? Well of course, man. What's your dream pet? Ugggghhhh a sunset morph ball python, probably. Buuut I’ve seen some over $2k with their rarity. More realistically, I really, really want a Brazilian Black tarantula. And an arctic morph hognose. I want a lot of pets. ;_; Who's been your favorite teacher growing up, and why? God, I have a lot, honestly. All things considered, the answer is probably Miss Tobey, who was my physical science teacher in high school. She’s an extremely close family friend now involved regularly in my family’s lives. She can be… difficult and says shit before thinking, but we love her nevertheless. What's your favorite fairy tale? Fuck outta here if you say Shrek isn’t one. Do you have a favorite pen? Uh, no… I barely ever use pens anyway. Has a child ever asked you a question you found difficult to answer? Yeah; it happens sometimes with my niece and nephew. Name five books you've read in the past year. I think I’ve read the first three Wings of Fire book within the same year, and I’m currently on the forth. Other than those, I started The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but only got through the prologue I think before my focus shifted onto WoF. I still plan on reading it at some point, though. ^Are any of those books your favorite? No. The prequel to The Testaments, The Handmaid’s Tale, is very high up there, though. Are you a person that enjoys re-reading books? Not at all. Once I read it once, I’m done. There are VERY few books I’ve reread, and most of those were children’s books from when I was little. Do you have a favorite talk show host? Don’t watch any. Which sounds the most refreshing: a hot shower or a cold one? I prefer hot showers unless I seeeeeriously need to cool down. Have you ever made your own soap? No. Can you sleep with socks on? UGH NO. When was the last time you were pissed beyond belief and why? Ummm good question. I don’t know about *that* mad. Maybe when Ashley’s mother-in-law shared a massively homophobic article that condoned conversion therapy on Facebook that resulted in me removing her from my friends and RAGING to my mom about it. That was forever ago, though. Do you have a favorite candle brand? No. What is your opinion on taxidermy? I have… very mixed feelings. If the animal was hunted for sport, then it’s fuckin disgusting; you literally killed an animal with the intention to show off the fact you’re a goddamn murderer. On the other hand, taxidermy of naturally-deceased animals can be educational, and even… artistic sometimes? I don’t know. I can’t really pick one stance over the other. Would you ever want to own a body part in a jar? Actually, yes, particularly of fetal animals (that WERE NOT killed for the sake of displaying), but for the same reasons above, I’m not sure if I would *really* do it. They are incredibly interesting to me, more so than taxidermy probably, but yeah, I still question the morality of it. What is the worst thing you have ever done to your own hair? I don’t think I’ve ever really done a “bad” thing to my hair. What qualities of yours do you think could potentially harm a relationship? I’m very clingy and, in the beginning, very paranoid that you’re going to leave. Have any of your childhood habits carried over into adolescence/adulthood? I had AWFUL separation anxiety from my mom for a very long time as a kid, and I guess that evolved into my extreme inability to handle loss well, maybe. I’d say they’re at least somewhat related. What is the first band that comes to mind when I say 'dark'? Cradle of Filth popped up first. As far as relationships go, what are your biggest deal-breakers? Abuse, arrogance, and distrust probably top the list. Be honest: do looks really matter to you? Nah. It’s nice to be physically attracted to my partner, but it’s not a must. Have you ever done something simply because you were of age? No. Do you think it's worth it to tell someone you had feelings for them when you don't have them anymore? I mean, what’s the situation? Are you hanging out, talking about relationships casually? I’d say it’s fine then if it’s relevant to the conversation. I don’t think it’s worth going out of your way to tell someone you liked them if you don’t anymore, though. Have you ever done something you once thought you'd be too chicken to do? Y’know that ride at fairs where you go up really high on a circular thing with other people and then drop abruptly? That. I screamed like a mf lmao. I had to put a lot of effort into not yelling “SHIIIIIIIIIIIT” lmao. What's a food you love but don't get to eat very often? Stuff involving shrimp, ig. What's your favorite mythical being? Dragons! Have you ever felt a baby kick? I don’t think so, and I don’t want to, considering it’s fucking terrifying to me. I can’t even see a baby move without screaming and wanting to hurl. When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? Who the fuck knows… What is the worst thing you've ever done when you were really angry? Said things I shouldn’t have. Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? A lot. I can’t be bothered to go through all of them. At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? I’m not sure. Do you feel that way around anyone now? I don’t think so. What is your main heritage? German or Irish, idr which is more prominent. What is a song that you hate to admit you like? “Bitches” by Hollywood Undead came to me first lmao. What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? More than anything, watching inspirational YouTube videos. What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? I suppose maybe my ears? I had tubes put in as a kid, I had an absolutely agonizing ear infection once, I had earwax adhered to my eardrum, and they've always been STUPID dry and flaky. Are you watching your weight? Like a hawk, but it doesn’t seem to matter anyway. :^) Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? Most of my closest friends I’ve met online. What is the coolest tattoo you've ever seen? You’re asking the wroooong person, lol. I’ve just seen way too many… Have you ever created anything artistic that you're proud of? If so, what? Lots of things; drawings, some writing, photographs, video edits… What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? Just ketchup and mustard. What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? Sex. What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? MEERKATS and MARK What is the worst thing someone could do to you emotionally? Tell me I’m weak. Or that my mental illnesses truly do make me unlovable. Just essentially do fucking not make me feel what Jason did. What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone emotionally? Said some extremely mean and potentially scarring shit.

[jitterbugjive]

Live Action Dumbo

So I saw the Tim Burton Dumbo in theaters recently and I thought I’d save everyone the pain of watching it by pasting my summary of it here. I wish I was making this shit up but this movie is exaggerated so far beyond the cartoon that everything about it is less believable than the flying elephant it’s about.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

So, basically the plot revolves around 3 people, 2 personality'less kids, one girl who's personality is "I like science but the only way I show that is by saying I like it and acting like no one understands me while all my lines are delivered like i'm smart but traumatized to have no emotions because my mom is dead" while the brother's only defining line is "I can stand on my head for ten seconds" basically to show he's a talentless useless nothing. which he remains throughout the whole film. Then there's the dad, the only really decent character of the three, a war veterin who lost an arm and used to ride horses in the circus, reduced to tending to the elephants because it was the only job he had so the circus is going out of business and the ringleader sold all the horses because no one was around to perform with them any more, and he buys a pregnant asian elephant from fuck knows where because he wants to market the baby baby is born, he gets mad that the baby is a mutated hideous freak and insists it wont sell

there's also a shitty guy taking care of the elephants who abuses them for no damn reason other than to be a bad guy anyway circus leader tells the dad to hide the ears, and they decide to put him in a weird baby hat that tucks his ears in now the kids just for some reason decide to blow a feather at him and he likes playing blow the feather with them, but he snorts the feather up his nose, sneezes, and flies for a moment but for some stupid reason they think it was him eating a peanut that did it so they cant convince him to fly again but now he's addicted to snorting feathers i guess because he snorts one off a lady;'s hat when he';s being paraded around as a baby, and he sneezes, ears come loose, but he doesn;t fly the ENTIRE circus starts laughing at himn and throwing food at him the other elephants spook because he's scary i guess??? his mom gets antagonized by asshole going "hur hur they laughing at your ugly baby" she gets mad, comes out to defend him, dad calms her down, asshole runs out screaming MAD ELEPHANT and pisses her off again so she tears the circus down on accident and kills the asshole circus leader lies to the cops i guess so they can keep the elephant locked in a mad elephant cage, the circus troupe for some reason sing baby mine together then circus leader decides "i was ripped off, i'm gonna sell her back to the guy but keep the freak baby as a clown because people laughed at him" the kids meanwhile try to comfort him by dumping peanuts on him but he's too depressed to eat, and then a feather just happens to get in so once again he snorts it up like a coke addict and sneezes and flies and starts flying all over the place and snorting the feather over and over until just snorting the feather and not sneezing lets him fly i guess

dad gets forced to be a clown because he was ashamed of himself having 1 arm and didn't want to be seen, they do the clown scene but with a monkey at the top of the building and dumbo as a firefighter to snort water and put out the controlled fires jackass mcgee controlling the fires doesn't do his damn job and a clown throws a thing that activates a lever to make EXTREME FIRE OH NO little girl risks her life going up the ladder to make dumbo snort a feather and fly now people see him flying and basically shit themselves, the circus begins advertising their flying elephant then the BIG BAD CIRCUS catches wind and is like 'let's make a coownership contract for the elephant and i'll hire your whole troupe and give them a place to live' This guy is so obviously scummy it's not remotely subtle, down to collecting girls as trophies one said woman he claims is her queen who does the trapese obvious love interest for lonely dad because disney i guess and they decide let's make her fly ON the baby elephant for some reason figure it out in less than a week or so help me the bank is gonna fund this but only if she flies perfectly on this BABY elephant because big circus is actually secretly going bankrupt and relying on dumbo to fix it

i forgot to mention the kids promised dumbo if he performed well and earned enough money they'd buy his mom back also the girl constantly points out the obvious. constantly, at the worst times too so the performance day comes, they dont think they're ready but they gotta do it anyway cuz big bank guy is watching

We get Pink elephants but it’s people blowing bubbles that somehow come to fucking life and all Dumbo does is bob his head to the music and watch them, I guess the whole theater is tripping because everyone sees this shit going down but no one questions how in the hell bubbles are doing all this. This scene is short and it’s just dancing bubbles, for a Tim Burton movie you’d think of all scenes PINK ELEPHANTS would be trippy as balls but nah. nah it’s just bubbles and repetitive music and a baby elephant nodding his head to the beat

anyway it’s time for the performance but then jackass circus owner is like lel no nets no matter that it's illegal and puts lives in danger and may traumatize people no nets because it makes it a better show (he doesn’t get in trouble for this at all btw, just the lady getting mad at him and him like ‘hey it’s show biz hur hur’ so lady is nervous, dumbo hesitates, performance goes to shit when lady falls and barely catches a rope and dumbo almost falls off a platform but he gets a feather somehow and weee flying ppeople are like oooh aah but then he hears his mom

because APPARENTLY the big bad circus bought her and put her on display as a spooky scary elephant in nightmare island dumbo is emotionally nuzzling her, everyone follows him, everyone is there as the big bad circus guy is like GET THE BABY ELEPHANT AWAY FROM HER and no one does a damn thing no one protests they all just stare as he's taken away and then only after he;s taken away this fucking girl goes "i think that's his mom :0" big bad circus guy is pissed and goes on about how it's better to do things alone and to seperate them, and asks that the mom be killed the next day to sever the problem also bank guy is like "well the elephant was flying but not with the lady so fuck you i';m not wow'd at all you fail, get it right next time or no money" big bad circus guy then goes "oh by the way ther troupe are all useless and do what our troupe already does so i fired them, send them away" so everyone's pissed and comes up with a plan to rescue the elephants and get them out of the circus

circus freaks use their circus freaky powers to bust mama jumbo out, while dumbo and lady distract people with a performance and the dad climbs the tent to cut it open with one arm because i guess no one else in the troupe could fucking climb i guess so dumbo can fly out with the lady

they fly out and go to a control tower to open a gate for mama jumbo in a truck to be free, they restrain the lady but are too scared of the baby elephant to stop it from SWITCHING ALL THE SWITCHES AND TURNING OFF THE POWER OF THE PLACE big bad circus guy busts in to the control room knowing they are there somehow and just starts trying to flip the switches back and a dude is like "wait nooo you have to let it reboot first or it'll short circuit" \big bad circus dude doesn;t listen and goes apeshit on the controls, even whacking them with his cane until they spark whole circus catches fucking fire kids are being chased by big bad circus dude's henchman in to the burning tent dad has to ride a horse in to save them but then they all get trapped in the burning tent

dumbo is about to be reunited with his mom when he realizes o no they are in the tent and flies off to rescue them, grabbing a bunch of water in his trunk he gets them out but oh no the feather burned how can he fly i know, a dumb speech about how he doesn't need the feather and an allusion to a stupid keyt around the girl's neck from her mother which she throws in a fire to prove "i dont need it like you dont need the feather" \and he;s just okay and flies them out dad steals another horse to get out

they drive jumbo and fly dumbo to a big cargo boat where they just kinda.... walk the elephants on no questions asked to be shipped to india now the little circus is doing a new thing where they no longer have animals because they dont believe in keeping animals captive for entertainment, and everyone jsut dresses as animals instead

and mom and dumbo get united with wild elephants who foir some reason give 0 shits about a flying elephant with huge ears unlike the circus elephants which freaked out the end oh and science girl does one science thing supposedly which is making her dad a metal arm when we see her not making anything ever the entire moviue and she has her own science tent where it';s just a projector showing a video of lady flying on dumbo???? idfk it was fucking stupid groan what a piece of shit

[panickedvulture]

Found this in my drafts, so I’m posting it with no shame to give this blog some life while I’m busy trying to deal with post-endgame feels in the mcu sector of tumblr:

So I had a dream last night that made me realize I spend too much time on this site because it included some of my mutuals and people I enjoy like @theuriearchives ,@yagirlcammmm ,@i-think-im-ready-to-go ,@canyousevmyheavydirtysoul ,@dunjosephurieimagines , and @andbeingblueisbetter to name a few.

I have very vivid dreams and since I write all of them down I figured why not write it here where everyone can see it.

The genre for this dream: a mystery.

The setting: A beautiful cabin (apparently mine) plucked straight out of a “Visiting your SO’s family for the holidays” or a “fake-dating for a visit to your frenemy’s family” AU, my personal favorite. And there was a snowstorm going on outside.

I should also mention everybody had their own appearance. Usually I attach someone’s name with the face in their profile pic, meaning about everybody in this I previously imagined as Brendon Urie at different angles and in different lighting. But thanks to my brain randomly generating faces for everybody, I will be greatly confused in the case that I ever learn what you actually look like.

So, the topic at hand is, as it always is, Brendon Urie. Everybody’s cuddled up on the couch and on the floor in their pajamas drinking hot chocolate, eating dessert, and writing/giving ideas. In the background AFYCSO plays on an old record player, the fire is flickering beautifully alongside some black and white videos of old Panic! performances playing on one of those old big-backed TVs with lines across the screen – at this moment I feel like I am once again a preschooler laying on my stomach and watching movies in a pile of other preschoolers at my old after-school program but I digress–

Then somebody has the audacity to break into my house.

Me being the host of this gathering, I feel obligated to check on the noise. It doesn’t help that literally everyone stops what they’re doing to push me in the direction of the mysterious noise before going back to talking about the size of Brendon Urie’s dick (a conversation brought up by i-think-im-ready-to-go, just thought I should mention that).

So I get up, the second my back is turned nobody cares and I go into the bathroom only to find it flooded because this intruder flushed literally everything it could down the toilet.

To name a few things, it flushed:

1) The monstrous dildo linked on a post by beautiful-tragic-fallout (i don’t mean to call anybody out but its been on my dash with every damn refresh for the past week), who i-think-im-ready-to-go and theuriearchives make a point to explain is out of the house buying us more chocolate-covered strawberries.

2) Every single piece of Pretty. Odd. memorabilia I can imagine because someone just has it out for that album.

3) For those of you who have seen Monsters Inc, the toys Boo flushed down the toilet in that one scene.

4) An entire manuscript that my mind recognizes as smut written by @xxip-smut

5) And pink, fucking, crocs

So I walk back into the living room and round everybody up, declaring we’re on a manhunt for whoever the fuck had the audacity to break into my house, and with that we separate into groups. Accompanying me is Cam who wields a flamethrower while wearing pastel yellow pajamas with baby elephants printed on them.

Eventually after getting tired of Cam pointing the flamethrower at my head even when in ‘resting position’ and scaring the shit out of me, we go into the basement only to find everybody else chose to search the basement and the rest of you have been arguing about who actually gets to search the basement.

Long story short, the basement doesn’t get searched.

Instead to deal with the tension, dunjosephurieimagines suggests we all go back to talking about Brendon’s dick. So we go back to talking about Brendon’s dick.

We sit on the floor in a circle in this basement not realizing its dark and creepy as hell, and if you’ve seen That 70s Show the ‘camera’ moves around in this circle to focus on the face of whoever’s talking. The conversation adds up to smut, theuriearchives pulls out a blunt and i-think-im-ready-to-go pulls out a gun, we start playing russian roulette. Out of guilt for not writing a request sent to me months ago because I suck, I give andbeingblueisbetter a free shot at me. Being a saint they don’t take the opportunity yet.

So anyway, being high and creative a thought comes to us all at once. This thought…where the fuck is @loverontheleft ?

Now we’re all mad and sad and scared and alone because where, the fuck, is cece? Everybody starts asking everybody if they’ve seen her, we conclude the answer is no and we all start freaking out.

Then we realize canyousevmyheavydirtysoul (codename: Sev) is being really quiet.

We all turn and just stare like “So um….whats up?”

Flash-forward, this is all of us trying to figure out cece’s identity, sev is just sitting on the floor smiling and reacting to everything we say with reaction gifs they pull up on their phone, meanwhile we’re all screaming running around, we’ve made a literal office out of this basement and we have glasses and slip-on ties on top of our pajamas.

Then there’s a noise upstairs because we forgot there was someone who broke into my house.

Y’all turn on me and push me up the stairs to my death, I realize this is the cabin that appears in the bodyguard series at one point (wonderfully written by canyousevmyheavydirtysoul, binge it), and in front of me is the super fancy dining room table. There’s mail on it, some envelopes, and I’m like uh no and turn around to come back downstairs.

But you’re all at the bottom of the stairs staring at me and threatening me with your knives and Cam’s flamethrower – where you got the knives I don’t know. I hesitate in turning around for a second so andbeingblueisbetter shoots me.

But I’m like, you know, walk it off. So I do and I go to the table. I’m terrified, break out into a nervous sweat, but it’s fine.

I go and open the folder.

And O - fucking - kay

If you haven’t read the bodyguard series or ready to leap I’m not gonna detail any spoilers, just the main plot given right away, and even if you have it probably won’t help this make any more sense. Here….is the story:

Our beloved Cece started off as a teacher, right? But not just any teacher, Ms. fucking Milton, who started a relationship with the music teacher of her high school, Mr. Urie, who in this case is in fact Brendon Urie of our universe and lead singer of Panic! at the Disco. But the deal with him is that he got tired of the fame and through extensive work he managed to get rid of all the files that legally point to him as being Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco. And for the first few years of his teaching, all the kids knew he was Brendon Urie I mean come on, but eventually the whole school and town settle on the idea that this is just one of those situations where twins are separated at birth and coincidentally given the same exact name. So boom, they do what they do – but newsflash, Cece is Y/n from the Bodyguard series and knowing Mr. Urie’s relationship with Ms. Milton, S.H.I.E.L.D pulls a Hydra Bucky Barnes situation in order to train Brendon into the best damn bodyguard the world could imagine because Cece is a valuable asset that needs the absolute best protection. Canyousevmyheavydirtysoul was like a journalist or something for S.H.I.E.L.D and witnessed all of this go down, knows every little thing about these two. So they get trained, they get close, drama happens, then they’re all put under-cover. Brendon goes back to being Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco, Sev and Cece are assigned to live their current lives and specifically assigned to write their stories for this Tumblr community to get everybody off their trails.

And then I look up. And there’s cece and I think…

“She is about to fucking, kill me.”

I try to throw the folders at her but for some reason I can’t throw anything in my dreams, so I get frustrated that my arm just won’t work, Cece in the meanwhile uses this time to approach me. My mind can’t even generate her an appearance and I think that she’s wearing a disguise because she’s like a spy or something that did after all break into my house to clog my toilet with dildos.

We maintain eye contact for what my dream-self recalls as a long time. I feel this energy in my soul I have never felt before and it is not fun, I don’t like it.

She takes the folder from me and gives me a red one.

And with her eyes piercing my soul, I get this feeling that literally has my skin vibrating even after I wake up, and I hear this voice that’s like “I know you know. And I’m watching you.”

So I woke up in a cold sweat obviously and tried to suppress this whole thing but it kinda lingered in the back of my mind all day. Then the weird tiny details came back to haunt me when I saw the elephants at the zoo. 

[themjinterviews-blog]

48. Put your hands in the air and say hell yeah. Captain Jack! Johnny Depp!

What motivates you to do what you do? Sheer necessity, usually.

What was the weather like the last time you went out? Hot. It’s Arizona so it’s probably near 100 + sunny.

Do you go for walks often? I’m pretty lazy and try to avoid it. You sorta gotta trick me into walking, like take me to a big shopping mall or something so I inadvertently walk around it whilst shopping.

What color shirt are you wearing? Gray.

What is your favorite type of youtube video to watch? I don’t really watch any. I just use it to occasionally look up songs or to record snippets of stuff to remix songs.

Do you need any new clothes right now? I got plenty.

What’s the next project you are excited to start? I’m working on a nonsensical Adult Coloring Book featuring animals committing crimes.

Do you collect anything? If so, what? Used to collect rocks and Pokémon cards. I suppose in a sense I collect all sorts of art/office supplies.

^and if not, what would you like to collect? Nothing really.

What was the last disappointing thing that happened to you? I don’t know. Suppose work being closed for renovation for 2 weeks kinda sucks because I sort of need cash.

What is something God has healed you of? I don’t really do the whole God/Religion rigamarole... Chances are if we are healed of something, there is a psychological, sociological biological or generally rational explanation.

Have you ever experienced a miracle? Like, a phenomenal coincidence? I think as much as I hate to be a downer, there's probably a lot to do with our perceptions of events

What was the last thing you ate? Lucky Charms.

Do you ever eat food that’s intended for kids? Well, Lucky Charms. I also love pizza rolls and chicken nuggets. But I’m not eating Gerber Peas&Carrot baby foods or anything crazy like that.

What was the last stupid thing you did? Define “stupid”? Most things I do are probably stupid to others but perfectly acceptable to me.

Do you get embarrassed easily? Sometimes.

Are you wearing pants or shorts right now? I never wear shorts.

What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Elliot (this is also my pick for a boy name), Tara, Hazel.

Would you ever film a vlog of yourself giving birth? Ew. Fuck no. Honestly, adopting/fostering sounds way more my style anyway. To be totally frank, pregnancy sounds gross and being unable to take my adderall sounds awful. I’d gain like, a million pounds.

Do you like getting caught in the rain? It’s usually a refreshing break from the heat out here.

Do you think your hair looks best straight, wavy, or curly? Messy, or in a side-pony.

What was the last craft project you completed?: Coloring books for my friends’ kid.

Name 3 youtubers you would like to meet in person: I don’t know any.

Has anyone ever spread an untrue rumor about you? Sociopath ex. Not sure he actually said them aloud to people other than myself, but I was constantly being accused of weird stuff I absolutely did not do.

What’s one rumor you’ve heard about yourself, and is it true? N/A. No idea. Not aware of any relevant or applicable rumors. I literally just keep to myself and do crafts.

What color are your nails painted currently? Not painted.

Do you use a pill box? Jesus, I’m not 80.

List 3 people you know who were loving and then turned cold: it’s kind of generic to assume either of those things as permanent traits. But probably most flings or whatever. It always feels cold when one party loses interest.

Have you filmed a youtube video today? Never filmed one in my life.

Do you leave the house when you’re on your period? Um yes. Life doesn’t stop just because I have cramps.

^If not, why not? -

Have you ever felt threatened for your life? Yeah. Sociopath ex would get overtly paranoid and mistake harmless or unrelated things I did or said to be conspiracies against him. And occasionally my imaginary betrayals would lead to violent words or actions. Like, a bundle of index cards with Carrabba’s menu items and their ingredients, word for word, from the Carrabba’s menu, was somehow coded plots to who the fuck knows to have him killed. Irrational stuff like that.

What are you behind on? Student loans. And when I say behind, I really mean that I actively chose not to pay them.

Do you get enough sleep each night? No because night is my time to be productive, uninterrupted and without bothering anyone. I hate having to stop my thoughts just because other people are making noise or trying to converse with me.

Which did you like better: high school or college? Absolutely college.

Which year of your life stands out to you as the most significant so far? Probably last year or two.

…and why? Big personal transitions and revelations in my life philosophy.

What was the last store you shopped at? Walmart, most likely.

Do you have a favorite pharmacist? I used to back in NY. Her name was Evie. She wished a customer Happy Thanksgiving on Valentine’s Day accidentally once and it cracked me up and we had a running joke about it.

Do you have a favorite cashier at the grocery store? I don’t shop frequently enough and I switch up stores when I do.

What was the last thing you ordered at Starbucks? Probably a toffee nut Frappuccino.

What’s something you discovered recently?

What makes you more creative? Emotional turbulence, certain drugs.

What’s the last magical thing you experienced? Um…Magical? The herd of unicorns crossing the I-10.

What is the theme of your bedroom? None. We are staying in a spare room at a friend’s. But we're actually moving this week because being micromanaged and constantly scrutinized was getting old.

Have you ever lived in a dorm? Yes, for a few years

Who is someone whom you admire, and why? I guess the lady at work, Amanda. She’s like 64 and works open-close every day, and still has a great attitude.

When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? I don’t know. I test the waters every once in awhile.

Where would you like to travel to next? Nowhere crazy. Just back to New York for the Renaissance Faire.

If you could win three dream vacations to anywhere, where would you go? Portugal—New Zealand—Ireland.

Would you rather ride a camel or an elephant? Camel. They’re fuzzy.

Are you a free spirit? I don’t know what that even constitutes. I think outside the box and I question social conformity and other preset patterns of thought. But I don’t know that has much to do with my spirit.

Do you want to lose weight? I think I’m okay for now.

Which insects scare you, if any? They don’t scare me, they just creep me out …spiders, centipedes, millipedes, roaches…ugh.

Do you think it’s silly to be afraid of a tiny insect? It’s not like I think they’re going to murk me with a sawed off shot gun. I know they’re harmless and therefor not technically scary…but they’re still creepy and unsettling somehow.

Have you ever experienced paranoia? To some degree.

Have you ever hallucinated? Indeed.

Were you raised religious? We were raised Roman Catholic. Didn’t stick.

Have you ever been abused? Psychologically, emotionally, physically and sexually. #sociopathic ex.

Do you think the cops should do more about bullying? I think cops have enough shit to worry about as is and don’t know how effective extensive police interference would even be. I think the anti-bullying message is stronger when conveyed by people closer to kids like teachers, parents, siblings or a celebrity figure they idolize.

Is there a coffee shop you like better than Starbucks? I like them all about the same.

If you could afford to get your hair professionally done, what would you get? Probably dye and highlights. Definite trim of my bangs.

If you had a lot of money, do you think you would use it wisely? Absolutely not. I have little to no money now and I don’t even use *that* wisely.

Do you know any rich people who are very irresponsible? I don’t know many people to begin with.

List five careers that you’d like to have: Lawyer (like A.D.A. Barba!)...Graphic Designer...Psychologist...Self-Help writer...and oddly wouldn't mind being a waitress still.

List five far-out things that you’d like to do before you die: I genuinely do not have a bucket list. If I stumble upon something that seems cool, I do it. Making unrealistic lists won't help my quality of life very much.

Do you dream big? Quite the opposite. I sort of just fly by the seat of my pants. Weird expression. Can’t recall ever having very fixated dreams or visions for myself.

What was your first imaginary friend’s name? N/A

What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Comet. <3

What was the first work uniform that you had to wear? Waitress uniform of sorts. I wanna say it was white button down and black pants.

Do you like to go barefoot? Usually. On some surfaces it’s intolerable and I hate the texture, though.

Do you like the same colors now that you did as a kid? Pretty much.

Do you have a blog? You’re on it, buddy. This is a survey blog.

Do you have a youtube channel? What would I even post videos about?? I assure you, I do nothing that the general public would find entertaining.

[maree-ff]

Epilogue: It’s Our Anniversary PII

ANDRE

“Right here?” I asked looking around but before I knew it she pushed me on the couch and pulled my pants down enough to get what she needs. I watched in utter amazement as she licked her lips and put it in her mouth not saying a word or hesitating.

Moaning quietly at how far down her throat I was touching I smirked at the sight of her rings. The dim lighting hit her rings at the perfect time making them look extra flashy. It’s nice a feeling to be married. And not just to anybody but my best friend. Cam didn’t lose a second of concentration while she tied her hair up.

“You been picking up tricks from somebody?” I groaned, relaxing into the seat and palmed the back of her head.

“Never..” She mumbled causing her lips to make the loudest sucking noise as she removed me from her mouth. She spit on the tip and swallowed my dick teasingly slow. I felt a chill run down my spine feeling her tongue wrap itself around one of my balls.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you..” Biting my lip I leaned forward to snatch the bottle up. I opened it and put the bottle to my mouth. Once I felt my throat slightly burn I turned my head down and set the Bacardi on the table. Camila freed her right hands of its rings so she was able to beat my dick while gargling my sack like a pro.

Exhaling sharply I shivered from the sudden draft and sat up a little to grab her ponytail. With the hair in my grip I pushed her face down listening to her gag a little.

“You ok?” I hissed trying to sound genuine with my concern for her comfortability. I know her mouth is full so instead she rubbed my thigh softly. Camila so graciously let me fuck her face for a good six or seven minutes which had me so close to tears. She made me feel so good inside as she let me stroke it anyway I wanted. Of course I was gentle because my intentions when we make love or fool around is never to hurt her. I busted a mean nut in her mouth and even shed that tear I was holding in.

My chest heaved up and down as I breathed for air with my mouth halfway open, with a grin tugging at my lips. “I’m gonna be honest..” Pausing for some of her water and gave it back feeling like I could breathe properly. “If this situation was a bit different then you would be very pregnant right now. No questions asked.” Looking over at her I felt my breathing return to normal. She’s so breathtaking yet she just gave me mine back. Perfection I swear.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and let that little smile grow to a big one. “Oh I don’t doubt you on that one. You didn’t think I would do it did you?” She giggled, sitting back and crossing her legs.

“I was conflicted but you surprised me. You talk to my mama today?” I suddenly asked just thinking of my kids.

“Yeah I did. They miss us so much. Especially Ali. Your mother sent me this video of him watching tv with that elephant that my dad got him for Christmas. And she told me he’s been spending a lot of time with my dad. Apparently our little boy has taken an interest in my side of the family. According to him, Jorden is really getting the hang of his lessons.” She smirked. The look of pride on her face told me everything I needed to know without asking the question.

“Are you serious?” I gasped, sitting up against the back of the seat.

Camila nodded with such a pure smile over news that Jorden is progressing in the biggest ways. A few tears escaped her pretty brown eyes the longing our staring match continued. “I don’t have the words to explain the feeling I have. We’ve been waiting for so long and it’s finally happening.” She cried happily.

Sitting up straight I pulled her into me and instantly kissed her. I felt the wetness on her cheeks rub off on me as she lazily flung her arms around my neck. I don’t have the words either to be truthful. Ever since Jorden could talk we’ve been hoping and praying that one day he would make a breath through. Jo is no doubt a smart ass kid but it takes him a long time to grasp certain concepts in life. Like his language comprehension for both the English and Spanish languages for example. Cam, myself, and all of our family has shown the greatest support to help him get this far. Jo has some dope ass parental figures in his life. And I owe it all his mother. Regardless of how Jorden turns out I’m blessed to be his father and without my wife there is no him.

“I need you..” She mumbled lowly. Her urgency to be overwhelmed from the news subsided and is now replaced with hunger. And that hunger being for me is making me so horny.

Lifting her onto my lap, she knew what time it was. Her legs separated so I could fit between her, I reached up and took the ponytail out of her hair setting it free. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her frame like a curtain to hide us. The softness and smell of it all drove me wild! Letting my hands go to her head I ran my fingers through it all smoothing it out. My hands slid down to her ass which was slowly but surely rising the further she nestled into my groin. Not caring at all about anyone possibly walking in on us I lifted the material up over her ass meeting her baby soft skin.

“Let's go home.” I suggested, allowing our tongues one final dance before she backed away and ran her palms down my chest.

“Yeah.” She agreed, climbing off my lap and pulling her dress down. Grabbing the bottle I took another swig before putting the cap back on and followed Maree out of the lounge.

I followed her out of the club with the bottle tucked in my jacket. I got my car from valet and helped her in. “Aye man..that’s a bad bitch” He piped up giving me head nod.

Respectfully I gave him a nod back. “Appreciate it bruh.” I said back dipping into the driver's seat. Placing the bottle in my lap I made sure Camila was straight before pulling off. Quickly snapping the seatbelt I stepped on the gas feeling this shit boost to sixty. This car is fast as fuck and it’s all mine. We rode in silence but I still felt that tension building us two. Glancing at the clock I read 1:46 hinting that I’ve got hours to make up for.

We reached the house and sat in the car for minutes not speaking. Moving the bottle of liquor to the middle console and set it inside. The minute she looked at me it was on. With her heels off she relaxed into my lap with my face in her hands. My tongue was shoved down her throat as I unzipped her dress and and pulled the material down her frame. While she moved to my jaw and neck I quickly got some background noise set up. I doubt this car can muffle screams and I’d hate for neighbors to think I’m killing my wife. By chance the sound of Keith Sweat blared through the speakers all over the car.

“Dre..” She moaned forcefully grabbing my shoulder and positioning me in front of her.

With my eyebrow raised at how aggressive she came off I freed the top of her body and briefly admired her. I’ve never been this horny before. She’s mine and she’s in my lap yet I’m craving her day in and day out. Gripping my hips I let my hands find themselves in between her legs. With her panties to the side I got my fingers wet making me break out in chills. I felt those chills on my face that was pressed up against her skin, warming her up for what’s about to come. I’m feenin’ for my wife right now and with the liquor in my system, I’m turned all the way up.

“I’ve missed you.” She breathed clutching the back of my neck as I continued to mark my territory.

Caressing her back I felt my dick straining itself against my pants and I can’t wait any longer. We should’ve been going half on a baby by now.

“Lift up baby.” I swallowed hard and hurriedly unbuckled my pants and tugged on my zipper. Once I felt air hitting my dick I pushed her down on me. Both of us let out a string of curse words at the feeling.

“Breaking in the new car huh?” She smirked, easing herself all the way down to the base. Her hair covered almost half of her face as she looked at me with so much lust in her eyes.

“Most definitely..” I nodded. I locked her in place and saw the LED lights quickly illuminate the car. With this car only being but so big it’s hard for me to really give it to her the way I want but I trust she’ll take good care of her man. I’ve improved so much when it comes to getting it in because of how many places we take a chance at. There have been interesting trips to the grocery store, shopping, running errands, taking the kids to school and on the way to work. Cam and I have become quite creative at making time for another.

She’s small so she easily found a way to get a good rhythm going without bumping her head. I felt my legs shake as her hair tickled my skin while she she bounced and up in my lap like we had all the space in the world. I had to catch her before she hit the steering wheel and blew the fucking horn. My hands were pressed to her back as I buried my face in her chest feeling a light sheet of sweat coat her upper half.

I busted a very unexpected nut that had us both looking at each other with wide eyes.

“That’s never happened before..” She pointed out while pushing her hair back and removing a random strand from her lips.

“Yeah I know. Pussy had me feeling like a virgin. Ready to go inside? I got something for you.” Running my hands over my hair I shut everything off and the lights, turning the engine over last. Before we go in we had to put her dress back on and fix my pants so we looked semi decent once that door opens.

“You and these gifts today. Don’t forget about all the stuff you got me earlier.” She said. I pushed the door open and allowed her to climb out first. We got the bags from the trunk and went in the side door. Together we ventured through the house and towards the stairs to go up.

“It hasn’t been this quiet in so long. Brix and Blu are only loud when the kids are around.” Cam chuckled, walking front of me up the steps. Being below her gives me a free pass to watch her ass switch back and forth in this tight ass dress that she has on.

“You ain’t lying. Feels like we’re in a dream.” I stated, just as we reached the top. Following her into our kitchen I whistled loud enough for our system to hear me and the boys. They came down the hall looking like they just woke up. “What’s up..y’all looking like y’all had a hard day at work.” I joked. I love my dogs equally but it’s something about Blu that hits a very soft spot in my heart. I think it’s because he reminds of Kleio when she was just a puppy.

“They do look tired.” Camila agreed. With the room lit up I kicked my shoes off and my jacket. Camila did the same, calling out how good it feels to be barefoot again. Suddenly I remembered that I had one last gift for her.

Mil walked to the fridge and opened it pulling out a Fiji bottle. She unscrewed the top and brought the drink to her lips. She demolished that water in a minute impressing me by how thirsty she must have been.

“You good?” I airily laughed walking over to her. She nodded and set the bottle down to reach out for me.

“I’m fine baby. What is it that you wanted to show me?” She rubbed my abdomen while I turned around to lead her to a room in the house I’ve kept her locked out of.

“So..this is something that I’ve been working on for at least four months. I wanted this to be perfect for you and I kept going at it until I achieved perfection. Now try not cry but be honest about how you feel.”

I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door that housed the one gift that would blow her away. Pushing the door back I stepped in and hit the lights revealing the surprise. Looking down at her to see her eyes wide and her mouth covered by her left hand I felt stiff. I don’t know how she’ll react. There’s something about myself I’ve been keeping from her because I’m honestly very sensitive about this hidden talent. When I was really young I liked to paint. According to mother I used to paint every chance I could. I grew up with so much love for the craft but as time carried on, I sheltered this hobby from everyone. Painting is the one thing I’ve gotten away from that eased my mind. However I was itching to really surprise Camila with a sentimental gift, so I went and stocked up on the best paint supplies I could get my hands on.

Brix walked in curious as to what we were up to. He looked at the painting with his head tilted to the side. “You good baby? Say something please..” I plead.

“When..how..why? How did you do this?” She gasped looking at me.

“I made this for you baby girl. I’ve never told anyone aside from my brother and mom that I actually enjoy painting. I know you still lock yourself in Jorden’s room when you need to weep over your mother. Everyday I feel horrible that I can’t bring her back for you. It hurts me to know that this is a pain I cannot fix. I can do everything but completely heal you from her loss and I’m sorry that I can’t fix it. I hate seeing you down but I understand all in the same too.” I explained seeing her walk further into the room that had been my late night home since March. “You can tell me if you don’t like baby.” I said sadly hoping that’s not the reaction I get.

She turned around and shook her head. I gave her a moment to study the portrait wanting her to get a good look at it. She must have walked around the easel what five times with Blu following her every move. When she walked back over to me she gave me a hug.

“I absolutely love it . I love it so much and because you painted that it means more than the world to me. I’m so very lucky to have you be mine until I’m not longer breathing. Muchas gracias mi amor..es una pintura tan hermosa.” She beamed pushing her hair back.

“Really? Like you really, really like it? We don’t keep secrets in this house so keep it real if you don’t.” I warned sternly, hitting the lights and going back to the kitchen.

“Yeah I’m serious. I wouldn’t lie to you especially about something serious like this. But I’m curious to know why you kept this from me. Did you not feel comfortable telling me that you knew how to paint?” She asked. 

“Nah it’s not like that. That’s just the one piece of my life I wanted to selfishly keep to myself. It’s not about keeping it from you specifically.” My sights instantly closed in on the baskets of already clean fruit in the refrigerator. Taking out an apple, a pear, some peaches, and a bowl of cherries.

Setting it all out on the counter I unzipped my shirt, and pulled it off of me. Pairing that with my jacket I went to wash my hands. We didn’t speak as we sat in the kitchen eating what I took out. Camila started to get cold so I threw some more wood in the fireplace and lit a match. Tossing it in I welcomed the blazing fire and the warmth it brought to me.

“Hi my sweet baby. Are you being good for grandma?” Turning around I saw Camila eating the cherries and on the phone. Going over to her I took her phone and smiled at the sight of Jorden.

“Daddy..” He waved to me took a hold of I’m guessing my mother’s phone.

“What’s up mini me, you okay?” I questioned seeing Cam pulled me back where she proceeded to wrap her arms around my neck.

“Yeah. Papa teach me new words today.” He confessed, scratching his little chin.

“I heard. What else did you do today?” I asked again leaning into Camila’s body.

“Went to the park with grandma and my sisters. Then we got ice cream. And then papa come here and we watching movies now.” He said sliding off the couch and running towards somewhere. I accepted a cherry from Maree and ate it whilst watching Jorden run to an unknown destination.  

“Hold this please..” He plead to someone.

“Jo you wanted to call mom and dad but you’re handing me grandma's phone. No entiendo..” Kenja’s sassy voice invaded our ears as she accepted the phone.

“Kenny, por favor! Me tengo que ir ahora!” He recited with perfection. I shook my head in disbelief. Hearing my son finally speak a little clearer and in another language is a major milestone for him. He’s doing so well in school although he hates it. I always get the biggest crack out of hearing Jorden complain about how annoying the other kids in his class are. But nonetheless he’s learning just fine, as I knew in my heart that he would.

I heard Cam sniffling as I knew she was super proud that she finally had the green light to be the person to teach our son another language. Camila has been saying for years how she wants to be the one to teach Jo about the other half of his family and now she can.

“Go ahead, go.” Jorden disappeared and now we saw her face instead. “Hi mom..hi papi.” She smiled.

“Hey baby girl. You okay? Where’s Zo?” I rambled on watching her take a seat by the stairs. She laid down across the chair and put the camera right in front of her face.

“I’m okay and Zoe is with grandma. She let us stay up for movies. How’s your special day?” She asked glancing to her left.

It’s so weird to see my oldest daughter changing and becoming closer to womanhood. It’s insane and very fucking scary. But nonetheless I’m happy to watch her grow into such a caring, smart and very loving girl. She takes after her mom greatly.

“It’s been very long and very exciting. Your dad is super nice after all.” Mil joked around, lightly pushing my head aside.

“Man get out of here. Don’t listen to her Kenny I promise I’m nice to her all the time.” I defended myself with a slight frown.

“I know you are..” She looked away again before handing the phone back to Jorden. She helped him sit on her lap so they could both be in the camera.

“You straight now Jo?” I asked watching him roll his sleeves back down.

Nodding to my words he leaned against Kenja, toying with her bracelet.

“Jorden, your mom and I want you know we are so proud of you son for what you accomplished today. Learning a new language is a big deal and we’re happy you’re getting the hang of it. Just know that okay?” I preached watching him cheese and pull at his hair.

“Thanks daddy. I miss you and mommy. When am I going to see you again?” He groaned making me do the same. Jo loves to be under us. We move and he’s nearby shortly after. He’s our shadow.

“Aw baby you’ll see us soon. Papi and I just need some time for ourselves but we miss you guys so much. Be good for grandma okay baby?” Camila laid her chin on my shoulder with her hair falling over it and flowing down my chest.

Picking up a small section I placed it between my nose and mouth. I love playing with her hair. It brings me comfort.

“Well alright. Te amo mami.” He mumbled, turning to wrap his little body around Kenja’s. She took the phone and shook her head at him. She held the camera back on Jo’s face. He was sad and I couldn’t help but fight the urge to drive over to my moms and see him. I hate being away from my little boy. He’s my pride and joy. It’s like looking back at myself at his age, ready to prevent him from making any of my mistakes.

“Oh, te amo demasiado dulce guisante.” Mil gushed blowing him a kiss.

“What about me?” I spoke up watching him make direct eye contact with me.

“I love you too daddy.” He put up a smile just for me making me feel really good.

“I love you Jo so much and don’t ever forget that. Mommy and I have to go but we’ll call you soon, deal?” I held my pinky out waiting for him to copy me.

“It’s a deal. Goodnight.” He held his little pinky up, waved at us as Kenny stood up and began walking. She put her face in the view as little man wrapped his arms around her neck.

“He’s really sleepy. But he’s been fighting to stay up to see you and talk to you guys. I’m gonna go bathe him and lay down with him to try and get him to bed. Buenas noches mis amores.” We each said a round of ‘I love you’s before we were looking at Camila’s wallpaper of me and Jorden. It was the first time he ever spoke and he said my name. All he knows me by is ‘daddy’ but still it made me feel high as a kite listening to him say his first words.

Camila broke down in tears and I did too. I’m not even gonna flex that shit had me crying tears of joy. Jorden is a safe haven for my dark thoughts when I’m really, really down. Every now and then I’ll have a day where I check out mentally and my youngest child is the only person that keeps from going the fuck off. He’s my world. All of my girls do too but that little boy earned a very deep part of me that no one else touches.

“Oh I miss his bad ass so much right now. I can just see him running from his bathroom to his bed to jump around naked like the proudest male to all. He’s so fucking beautiful, ugh I really miss him.” Camila fanned her face and tilted her head back for a second.

Turning around I set her phone in the nearby basket along with mine. I lifted her off the counter and carried her over to the family room. We have this massive rug that’s super soft and that’s where I want to start. Sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace I hugged her close. Her arms went around my head as she adjusted herself to be comfortable.

“Thank you Camila for giving me that baby. I can’t express how blessed I am to have watched you bear another child just for me. And to think..” Pausing as I didn’t have the words I leaned back from her to watch her gaze at me.

“You’re welcome. It feels good to have a little piece of you and I molded into one human. He’s the most precious thing in the world. I told you no matter what I would’ve been proud to have your babies.” She sighed. Finger combing through her hair where then started to braid it all the way down.

“Once we really got serious I began to hope that I’d live to see the day you carry my child. You’ve had me creating fantasies about what we could be for such a long time. I just never said anything.” I confessed seeing her giggle. Reaching down I unbuttoned my pants and tugged then off along with my boxers.

“I can say the same about you. I knew our situation started off on a semi negative way. But I’m so happy to still have you with me.” She shrugged, blushing just a little.

“You’re so damn sexy like it’s unbelievable that I’m the one fucking the shit outta you at the end of the day.” Reaching for the zipper on her dress I tugged it downward freeing her from the material. She pulled her arms out and let me pull it over her head.

She did not hesitate to rotate her hips to ease her way on down my dick. Biting on my lip as I had to control my urges to just beat it up in less than ten. She swallowed me up and that’s when I forgot about her thong still being on. Ripping that shit off I pushed it away and opened my legs a little and laying back on the rug. I won’t  bust quick. We’re home in private with all the free space in the world to do whatever we please.  

“This is going to be a very long night.” She breathed as some loose strands slipped from her braid.

“Oh baby you have no idea.” And here’s to a real round one.

CAMILA

Andre had my back against the kitchen counter while he ate me with so much hunger. We’re now on round three and it’s three-thirty in the morning. I don’t know what it is about today that has us acting like savages when it comes to sex. I’ve been craving his body and mouth all day yet he’s right here. Feeling my feet go numb at how long they’ve been curled up on his shoulders, I let out a very loud gasp. I’m so drunk off love that I’m excited to go round for round.

“This my pussy right baby?” He asked for the hundredth time. I didn’t care. I felt so prideful in giving the same ‘of course it is’.

Caressing behind his ears with the pads of my thumb I relaxed my feet and legs. “Of course baby,” I whined feeling the urge to cry. “It’s all yours..” Capturing my lip in my teeth I swirled my hips onto his face. He groaned and smacked my thigh roughly.

“Then fucking act like it..” He got a bit loud and just as I thought our boys would come making an entrance they did not. Our dogs are too smart. It’s like they know when to make an entrance and when not to.

“I’m almost there Kayden..so fucking close.” The fireplace set a warm environment for us to go toe to toe trying to please one another. My hair has began to sweat out and turn wavy at the roots and body. My torso is currently the warmest part of my body and my pussy has never been wetter than it is right now.

“Let all that shit go Maree. I need it all..” his thick tongue found its way deeper into my box sending me over the edge.

“Help me, daddy...” I plead completely in a trance. His mouth was doing some very nasty things to my lady parts as I tried so hard not to run due to how overwhelming this pleasure is.

Andre gave me the biggest boost of energy. I leaked all over his lips like a faulty water pipe. He licked up everything not before diving back in for one last taste. Freeing my braid from under the weight of my shoulder I lowered my legs and sat up. Leaning back on my hands I dropped my head and took a deep breath.

“It never fails me to turn me on every time you call me that shit. Thirsty?” He asked sliding me a new bottle of water. We uncapped our drinks at the same time drinking in unison too.

“Very.” I nodded.

“I’ma ask you something that I haven’t in a very long time.” He began, leaning on the corner. “You wanna smoke? I know how you feel about it but today is special. I didn’t have much to drink at the club and I haven’t touched my stash today because I didn’t want you thinking I need drugs to make you feel good.” He explained standing tall and beginning to unpeel a banana and break it in half. He crushed the entire thing in less than a minute.

“Dre don’t feel like you have to hide your new method of self therapy. You don’t have to explain yourself either. When it comes to your health and happiness don’t let me or anyone hinder you to heal yourself. You are a grown man who knows exactly what he’s getting himself into.” Hopping off the counter I followed him down the hall to our room. Walking in the room after him I headed for our bed and dived on it. “Mmm..I’ve missed these sheets.” Inhaling the scent I wrapped myself up watching Dre remove his infamous orange box from the top shelf on the wall. He sat down on the bed and opened it up revealing his secret stash that no one but me knows about. Inside houses his three wooden grinders, an orange blunt cutter, empty and half full blunt spray bottles. There is a ton of empty berry and java fusion cigarillo packs, those are his favorites. The rest of the box is filled with old incense packs. As of eight months ago, Andre has taken on a new and very heavy form of in-home therapy. He’s taught me about the substance because he felt guilty for trying to hide it from me.

While he tended to that I studied him from a weird angle like I always do. I tend to reflect a lot when I’m just watching him get lost in different activities. Our past, my struggles, where we’ll be in the future, the parts of his life that I wasn’t around for, things like that.

“I got something for you to put on. It’s in the bathroom. Go try it on while I finish this.” He said, not breaking his concentration. Getting out of bed I walked to the bathroom and flipped the switch for the lights, seeing a pink bag on the sink.

I shut the door and went to see what was inside. I stuck my hand in, pulling out a powder blue crotchless, lace g-string. The back looks like the shape of the letter T but the bottom line is split open. I’ve collected a large quantity of lingerie over the course of this relationship but I don’t have anything like this. Eager to see how it fits, I hurriedly washed up and put my new panties on.

“Wow..” I gasped. That’s my first thought as I twirled slowly for myself and turned in different directions just to get a good look at myself. A crotchless thong. Not a bad fit for something I had no say so in getting. He gets points for this. Going back inside the bag I lifted out a matching colored bra made of soft, thin lace. The bra has absolutely no lining and that’s what made me excited to try this on.

“Whew, this is gonna be my new favorite bra oh my gosh..” The comforting feel of being supported by a bra that’s meant to enhance sex appeal is amazing. Only at rare times will I find a bra that I really, really love and I’m so happy that I’ve found my dream bra. A lingerie piece that gives me what I need and what I want.

With the items on and adjusted to my desire, I looked at my hair, thinking back to when I died it red. That bold change in color was simply as impulsive move. I’d never colored my hair out of comfort zone but during my pregnancy and after Jorden arrived I was craving a change in look. I let it rock for a long time until I missed my dark hair. I went back dark on St. Patrick’s Day of this year I’m back brown and loving my normal more than ever. My hair is still braided just a lot messier than how I first had it. Changing my lifestyle and breastfeeding really improved the growth of hair. It’s now all the way down my back and thicker than ever before. Smiling at the hickies I had covering different spots on my body I removed the rings I got this morning and left on my usual two.

“You still alive in there?” He asked from the bedroom. I forgot why I came in here to begin with. Pulling the door back I met his stare and gave him a slight nod.

“You are a genius. This?” I pointed to the bra. “Is the most comfortable bra I have ever tried on. I couldn’t find anything like this before I got pregnant with Kenja while I was pregnant with her, and after that. And the same story with Jo. But somehow you managed to find this and I didn’t know anything about it. Where did you get this from?” I quizzed, turning the light off and leaving the bathroom.

Shaking his head Andre lit the blunt he rolled. “Don’t worry about that.” He said, waving me over. We sat in silence passing the blunt back and forth until I could no longer hold it due to its small size. Once he ashed the roach and put his box back on the shelf we were going at it. He had my legs pressed up against his chest while I held onto the sheets trying to control my noise level.

“Oh Maree..don’t be running from this dick.” He grunted, bringing my foot close to his mouth. No thought was put into what he did next. Dre was sucking on my toes like they’re the best thing he’s ever had. “I’m about nut...” He mumbled, kissing the sole of my foot.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure, just building myself up every minute. Shortly after some very rough pumps I felt myself releasing the very orgasm I’d been holding in. He followed through shortly after me.

“What’s this?” I heard him question. When I looked at him he nodded downward. My eyes traveled to the little tattoo I forgot about. “How did I not see this earlier?” He asked with big eyes. He pulled out of me and laid down to get a good look at the ink.

I propped myself up on my elbows waiting for a reaction. His fingers grazed over the cursive font ‘A’ I got in honor of him.

“Is this for me?” He spoke up, lifting himself up and pulling the skin in various directions to see if the ink would smudge.

Nodding like an obedient woman I reached down to my opening and glided my fingers through the aftermath of our session. Bringing my hand up to my mouth I sucked my finger clean tasting him and myself in one moment. “Mm..” I hummed, cleaning my fingers thoroughly.

“You got my name tatted on you. That’s serious Camila. You’re not gonna regret it are you?” He lifted my chin so we were looking at one another.

“Sweetie, I’m fine with my decision. Why would I not be? It means a lot to me and I put it in a very intimate spot because you mean a lot to me.” I explained.

ANDRE

Walking down the steps with a blunt in my mouth I shoved one hand in the pocket of my sweats, looking for her. It’s going on five in the morning and we’re still going match for match. Blowing out a little smoke I deeply inhaled the rest feeling my throat warmup and cool back down. Coming up to the front of the house I saw her on seated in the chair. She’s sitting quietly with her hands bound together with one of Kenja’s least favorite ribbons. She had the same blue ribbon wrapped around her eyes so she couldn’t see. Approaching her carefully I freed a hand to glide down her face.

“You okay baby?” I asked, puffing on my blunt before holding it out in mid air just to let it burn.

“Yes.” She answered obediently and nodded with hair swinging a bit.

“You’re going to do what I tell you to right?” Putting the blunt to my lips I inhaled for a good fifteen seconds, dragging it away from me I breathed it all in feeling my knees shake. My boy Tariq gave me the best herb I’ve had in a long time. I’m high as a mother fucker this morning and I can’t help feel more than happy to be alive right now.

Seeing that Camila got the first letter to my name forever marked on her body made me feel so special. We’ve never even touched on the topic of whether or not we would tattoo each other’s names on our bodies. It never even crossed my mind. I recently got Jorden’s portrait tattooed on my back next to Zoe’s and Kenja’s. I’d put Camila’s name on my body in a heartbeat and now that she’s already done that, it’s time for me to do the same.

“Yes.” She answered quickly. Holding the blunt in between my lips I pulled my sweats down and took them off to throw them aside.

Stroking her ponytail in one hand I gripped my dick in my other hand. “You know what to do.” I said puffing on this blunt hanging out of my mouth. Camila put a smile on her face and tilted her head upwards. I looked at her realizing she couldn’t see anything. “What’s wrong?” I asked, poking her lip with the tip.

“Can I have some?” She mumbled, licking her lips and crossing ankles over each other.

Pulling it from my mouth I held it out for her to take as many hits as she wanted to. She’s beyond breastfeeding so neither of us have to worry about traces of weed being in her system. Ever since I tried and failed to hide my stash from her I chose to teach her almost everything I know. There’s some stuff she doesn’t know just because I don’t want to fully rope her into knowing too much about the substance.

Cam took a couple hits and inhaled deeply. Her chest rose and fell while I reverted back to my previous position. She blew out the smoke and I watched as her body shivered the minute her lips touched the tip.

“Hmm..” I groaned staring at the front door. Seeing my wife naked, tied up, and at my complete mercy makes me want to do some crazy shit. My dick was stuffed down her throat for fifteen minutes straight and when is time for me bust, she let me put it on her face. It was an interesting sight to see half of her face covered in cum but it turned me on in different way.

Taking out a bottle of Hennessy I removed the cap. Pouring four shots I set the bottle aside and downed my two, then I went to go find her once again.

“Camila?” I called out walking into our room.

“Venga buscarme..” She moaned loudly.

I heard water running in the bathroom so that’s where I ended up. You wouldn’t believe the sight I had in front of me. Candles lit on the vanity and the lights dimmed just enough to set a nice vibe. And then there’s my wife. She’s in the bathtub with the water running, bubbles practically overflowing, and her legs spread. I couldn’t really see much from this angle so I walked closer to see her eyes closed, arm in the water hidden by bubbles. I knew she was playing with herself because the muscles in her upper arm were slightly flexing.

The sex faces she was making did more than turn me on. If anything they made me wish I could replace my hand with hers. Walking over to the tub I sat on the rim and dragged my hand over her collarbone. I watched the expression she had on her face transform into a smile the longer I kept touching her. Staying mute I traveled on down sinking my hand into the water. Reaching over me I twisted the knob to stop the water from running any further. Standing up I jogged to the kitchen and grabbed the other shots. I brought them back to the bathroom and stood behind her.

“Drink this.” I ordered holding the first shot to her lips. She obeyed and tipped her head back letting me pour the liquor in her mouth. We repeated the steps until both glasses were empty.

“You joining me?” She asked softly, reaching up to touch my chest.

“You want me to?” I rebutted kissing her wet fingers.

Camila stood up and turned around to face me. Soap, bubbles and water ran down her frame as she slicked her hair back. There have been three other times I thought she was the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my entire life. I feel like that on a regular basis but these particular three moments take the cake. One, the first time she shared herself with me at the beach house. The very first time! Two, was our first night together after I was released. That shit was heavenly. Cause at that time we were deep into our relationship and her being pregnant with our son at the time was out of this world. Three, the day I married her. And I say all that because I slept around pretty heavy back in the day meaning I’ve been with every kind of woman there is. Or was. Camila is a special kind of woman that I’m not sure I deserve but somehow she’s everything I need.

“Of course I do. My baths are never complete without you.” She shrugged going to wring her hair out before reaching for her hairbrush. She stood with grace and confidence to complete such a simple task done in an intimate way. She’s the prime example of too beautiful for the world.

“Never? I think I like the sound of that. So that means I’ll never find you stepping out if I never got in with you right?” I argued seeing her move to the rim and proceed to step out once her hand was in mine. She’s so short and she doesn’t want to admit it that she needs a little help getting out of our tub.

“Nunca..” She said closing the distance between the two of us. My hands pulled her to me so I could feel her skin on mine regardless of her being wet.

“I’m so glad it was you when we met that night. So glad. Had she been any other girl I wouldn’t have tried so hard. Like I said earlier, you had me wide the fuck open.” Camila stood up on her toes to kiss me softly. When she was flat on her feet again she laid her head on my chest with me just watching her invade all of my personal space.

“Hazme el amor..” Camila spoke out proudly turning to give me eye contact.

“Meaning?” I mumbled, kissing her forehead.

“I want you to make love to me. I don’t want to walk for a few days. Can you do that for me?” She requested, creating space between us. She grabbed my hands and walked me towards the room not losing my eyes once.

“Your wish is my command.” I said seriously.

CAMILA

Looking back I chuckled repeatedly watching Dre holding the small jar of honey upside down. I tensed up feeling the thick, cold substance drizzling over my ass on down to my legs. When he was done, he set the jar down and supported his body weight with one arm as he cleaned up the mess. He started at my ankles and worked his way up to my behind. I bit my lip at the sight of him marking my body with more hickies along my side and lower back. I felt a little of the honey slide down between my legs.

“Bailey..you missed a spot..” I said, then hissing from half of his face already where it needs to be. Picking my leg up and exposing myself for easier taking I let my head fall onto the pillow when he started doing what I wanted. “Te quiero..” I groaned feeling that lump form in my throat.

“Put that ass up.” He ordered strong and clear. I quickly tucked my hands under my face and pushed the lower half of my body upward. He got back to it and snuck in two fingers, pumping in and out my wetness relentlessly.  

My eyes rolled back to the back of my head as he made me feel so full. I think Dre seeing his initial tattooed on my body gave him some sort of ego boost but man is it working in my favor. Clamping my teeth down on my lip I pushed myself up using my arms and reached behind me to cup the back of his head. That inspired him to bring his hand across my ass from far back. I know so because the sting from his slap was crucial but in a satisfying way.

Dre grabbed my arm and pinned it to my back where he held me down. His mouth was replaced with his dick which was now sliding in and out of me. He got a hold of my other arm that I used to prop myself up and held that one down too. Now I’m forced to stay up.

“Take this dick Maree..take all this shit.” Dre’s grunts and moans were a result of how high he is and the liquor just now settling in his system. The weed makes his voice deeper. He always sounds like he just woke up after he smokes. Liquor tends to give him encouragement to be louder than he normally is. And the two weapons combined are a force like you’ve never seen before.

Turning my head to the side and closing my eyes, I felt my hair get freed from the bun I put it in an hour ago. He switched up on me. His hand wrapped around my hair and gently pulled my head back whilst keeping a tight hold on my wrists. He assisted me into sitting up causing our skin to make contact. The penetration was exactly what I wanted and what I like.

“Oh my god baby..right there!” I screamed feeling my throat tickle.

“That’s what I want to hear. There’s nobody here but us so scream all you want.” He encouraged. He loosened his grip on my hair and pumped into me a little slower, a little bit more concentrated on making me feel oh so good. He always hit the right spots. What he’s declared as my “sweetest spots”.

“Come get this dick Maree..” He mumbled, letting go of my hair altogether. It all fell around my face and down my shoulders. The coldness of my it all gave me chills.

Obeying his command I pulled myself together and gave him what he asked for. My ring was poking my finger telling me it’s twisted. Not caring to fix that right now I laid my head back against his chest feeling my entire body shake from a pleasure overload.

“Ay dios mio, no se detenga.” I plead, leaning over.

“Not now. Not ever. I’ll never stop loving you either.”  He vowed.

ANDRE

Holding arms above her head I stuffed my face in her neck, kissing, licking and sucking up every drop of chocolate on her soft skin. I told her she had no idea what she was in for and I meant that shit. When we got to the house she and I both knew what time it was.

Cam’s nails were sinking into the skin on my back as she squirmed and writhed underneath me. Her hair is all over the place, her skin is sticky and she smells like me. Trailing my lips down to her chest I gave her two more hickies on both breasts.

“Necesito mas, please..” She moaned in my ear.

Getting on my hands and knees I continued on with cleaning the syrup from her body. When I made it down to her waistline and I saw that initial on her body I lost myself. I’m still in shock. The first letter to my name is permanently marked on my wife’s beautiful  body which gave me a huge ego boost by the way. And she knows that.

Deciding to finally grant her this wish I pushed her legs apart and nestled myself in between them. Keeping my focus on her face which was glowing under the light from the fireplace I pushed the tip of my dick in. I don’t want to wait. I need her now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She mumbled softly, lifting her left hand to smooth out my eyebrows.

“I just can't believe you’re all mine. You’re so beautiful and kind hearted. I wish I could marry you everyday.” I confessed truthfully, picking a slow and steady pump.

Camila’s cheeks turned rosy and her eyes began to water. She pressed her hand to the side of my face and stroked my cheek with her thumb. I enjoy the tickling sensation of her nails against my body. She used to never get her nails done like this. I didn’t think having long fingernails were her style but over the years of being a wife, she’s evolved into a much more feminine woman. Picking up her left hand I studied her nails loving the simplicity of her new color. Nude I think they call it. Her wedding ring sitting pretty on her fingers boosts my confidence as a man, a father and her husband.

“We do. In the simplest ways.” She whispered, with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her pretty, white teeth were up for display as she leaned in to kiss me.

After all these rounds and years and she still gets soaking wet for me. Not to mention she never gets lazy. I get one hundred percent of her effort and loving year round. Picking up one of her legs I held it over my back feeling myself touch all the spots I’ve created. I was digging all up in her shit not feeling an ounce of exhaustion. I could tell the sun was rising from behind the curtains but the room is still very dark due to our curtains being dark grey.

The flames were making their own noise and so were as we rolled around on the floor of our living room. A little while ago I heard Blu make his way downstairs where he likes to sit in front of the door. Brix tends to scale the house, making sure all is good. As weird as it may seem to some I trained my boys not to intervene in Camila’s and mine affairs. They ignore us now and never fail to give us the privacy I instilled in them to give us. I lifted myself up supporting my body with just my hands.

“Ah, damn girl, goddamn..” Groaning and shuddering at how much deeper this position allowed me to go I licked over my bottom lip, watching myself work.

My vision traveled to the tattoo again somehow making me hard as fuck.

“Give me another baby,” I blurted out slowing down completely to really show her that I’m serious about what I just said. I’ve been giving my baby savage dick hoping that one of these nuts will get her pregnant. So far, no luck.

“Wait..what did you say?” She questioned in soft yet raspy voice. She held me still searching my eyes frantically. “What did you just say?” She repeated.

Reluctantly looking her in the eye I just kept it real with her. “I want to get you pregnant one more time. Lately I’ve been go beyond the mile hoping that it might actually work. Camila, I feel deep regret for missing out on the beginning of our daughter’s life and for missing out on your pregnancy. When I found out Zoe was my daughter and you and I were testing the waters of a relationship, I made a promise. I promised myself to never let you go through what she did. Because whether you believe it or not I was really falling for you before I even told you I loved you.” I admitted for the first time out loud.

“Why have you never told me this?” She asks.

“I don’t know. I just knew I wanted to make you mine for weeks before we got into that fight. It was just two weeks after we came back from Corona. And now after all this time, after these years, and hell even last night..I still can’t get enough of you.” I said as her toes poked the back of my knee.

“You better hope you put another little boy in me..” She muttered, catching me way off guard.

“Really?” I gasped, peering into her eyes.

“I’d be honored to have another baby by you. Now get back to knocking me up.” She smirked.

And I think you know how the rest went down right?

Two Days Later......

A ring let off in my ear waking me up out of my sleep. I couldn't tell what the sound was coming from but once I found the noise I silenced it in seconds. Falling face first in my pillow I let out a deep and hoarse groan. Reality smacked the fuck out of me and when I sat myself up against the headboard to look around the room I found my phone smashed on the floor.

“Not again..” Smacking my lips obnoxiously I looked to my right to see Camila’s head peeking out from under the covers.

“Baby girl..” I called out, reaching down to pull the covers back. Her long ass hair was set into its natural pattern which is oddly enough has transformed over time. Before it used to be slightly wavy now it’s wavy and curly all over. Her lips look swollen and super plump since she’s sleeping. She slept with her left arm over her arm, ring facing ward.

“You’ll never understand just how beautiful you are to me.” I mumbled leaning down to kiss her chest in various spots.

“Dejame en paz..” She moaned wiggling around a bit. Her soft hand caressed the back of my neck while I tried to wake her up.

“Check your phone. Someone was calling me but I didn’t find out who. I smashed my phone..” I explained feeling her sit up. Moving with her I sat back on my elbow laying horizontal across the bed.

“Again? You go through phones like Ali goes through sneakers.” She chuckled softly and turned around to grab her phone off the dresser. Sitting back in her previous position with the phone next to her ear, she stay focused as the phone rang out. “Hello?” She muttered, rubbing her head and leaning back on one hand. “I’m sorry we’ve been sleeping for…” Camila pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen. Her eyes went wide for a second as she got back on the phone. “Yeah...we’ve been out for a long time. What’s he doing?” She looked down at her topless torso and shook her head at all the hickeys and scratches I gave her.

We locked eyes and all she could do was cover her mouth to prevent herself from laughing too loud. Shrugging carelessly I laid back and thought over the last couple of days. The house is a mess. We’ve touched every corner of this house except the rooms of our kids’ and Brix and Blu’s. You say the place, we fucked there. Oh and I got to to hit it on the hood of my car. How we managed that one is another story in itself. This year definitely takes the cake on every anniversary we’ve ever had together.

“Kenja..reduzca la velocidad y respire hondo. Put him on the phone so he can talk to your dad.” Camila touching my arm brought me back to reality. “It’s Jo.” She slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom where as I was left to save the day.

Putting the phone to my ear I was greeted with an angry Jorden who was rambling his life away. When he paused to breath I did the same.

“You done?” I groaned.

“Daddy?” He mumbled into the receiver.

“Yes buddy..what’s wrong? What you crying for boy?” I asked, hearing water running in the bathroom.

“I miss you and you left me here! I’m mad at you..” The hurt in his voice is evident that he’s cranky and hasn’t really been getting enough sleep. Now is the moment that is making me feel bad for leaving our kids with my brother for three days straight. Maree and I never planned to trap ourselves in the house for this long. It just sort of happened. At a time such as this, I wish I could explain to my son why he hasn’t seen me.

“Don’t be mad at me Jorden. I took mommy on a vacation but we’re back now. I’ll see you in a little bit.” I lied halfheartedly.

“Well okay..but I’m still mad at you. Come get me now.” His little demand was short lived by my brothers voice coming through. “It’s daddy..”  He said a little happier this time.

“Go let Auntie Jess get you dressed man..” Jorden and my brother talked briefly and soon I was listening to my brother talk his shit. “Really? Three whole days? Where the fuck have you been?” He fired off.

“You want the truth?” I began watching Maree come into view twisting her hair into a bun.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Matt sighed, trying to hide the irritation in his tone.

“I’ve been fucking the shit of your sister in law for the past three days.” I confessed seeing Cam shake her head and open the chest beginning to pick out some clothes.

Matt gagged at my confession and instead laughed. “Well damn alright. I guess I should’ve seen that coming. You enjoy yourself Casanova?” He joked, closing something loudly.

“Man….I don’t even know where to begin. You see the car yet?” I boosted sitting up to go to piss.

“What car? You got a new car?” He questioned plainly.

“My dream car in my favorite colors. You’ll see when we slide through. I’ma get off here and get my shit together bro. I’ll hit you up when we on the way.” I let my brother say his bye and then ended the call to check and see who else called.

I saw my mother’s name, my aunt’s name a couple times, a few from Victor, and a bunch of messages from Jessica. Clearly the kids used Jess as a way to communicate with Camila since we pretty much went MIA on our family. Truth is we just wanted to spend some time alone. No one else around. Just us in our natural element, enjoying one another’s company.

“How mad was he?” Looking over to the door I found Camila walking in to turn the shower on.

“Pretty pissed. We’ll see how he acts once we get there. How you feeling?” I asked, flushing the toilet and stripping out of my shorts.

“My legs hurt so much and I still can feel the honey in spots you missed and there’s chocolate syrup in my belly button. How could you have missed that?” She chuckled, grabbing new towels and laying them across the bench outside the shower door.

Shrugging I jumped in first with her joining me right after. If all goes well then all my scheming to get Camila pregnant one more time, will have paid off. Aside from the time that I nut on her face and her mouth a few times, this girl might get pregnant before the month is up. Who knows. Either way, if we do have one more baby or not, I’m at peace with the way everything turned out for us.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Yeah shit man who better to trust with Hercules than Gus-Gus and Gus?

They are amazing in Cinderella.

Its not the first time Christina Hendricks has used the Gus-Gus and Gus analogy on Declan and Annabelle.

It is always so dam cute y'all know Gus-Gus and Gus is always one of your favorites, you can't help but love their characteristics!

This one is hilariously greatly excellent!

And extremely visual!!

And you know i believed they could save him because her adorable hilarity is true but their actual size made them just tall enough to save him

Declan had a plan to jump in the tub to pick up his head from the front and send Annabelle to fetch me. The only thing Declan was unsure of and this is beautiful if the tub plug should be pulled first and him get cold while they waited or if Declan had enough strength "to hold this giant man up to save his life"

So Declan thought if they were fast enough to get very little water in his lungs and I took too long, Declan could stop holding the "giant man" long enough to pull the plug and then return to,his face to assess the damage then again. But Declan hoped the speed was in him "to save the giant man that Declan loved"

Because in your last video short it ended in Declan eavesdropping and opening the door to say "you can apologize to my face!"

And he did. Brian picked up Declan and said "I am sorry yoh are just too cute and I was too scared to realize every thing would be alright and when I saw your face in horror I actually felt bad but I didn't know how to show it tonight at dinner"

"Oh it's alright. You can put me down now"

Which resulted in Annabelle Tears because she, too, needed an apology but he hadn't realized it.

Then when things calmed down I felt a deep seriousness in the air which was very tactical and not dark nor light, tense but not relaxed but calm.

And so I asked "well what were your plans to save him then?"

And Declan went into the spill as I said above with great creative energy and it was mind blowing.

Declan and Annabelle were both So so small. I wouldn't had ever thought that they would climbed in the tub to save him and risk their own life if he woke up and thought they were terrorists in the middle east but Declan did consider that and Declan said "that was a risk I was willing to take -- he knew he was in the bath and you were there and stuff so I figured I would be safe if I just talked and said "this is Declan and I'm here to save you so you don't drown" I figured I ought to be generouslu safe then and I'm strong and I could say "open your eyes and he could see if it was me" but if I was behind, I would certainly be killed, my head in the toilet or something""

Declan had so Much care and compassion built into these plans to save him from drowning when I had had none.

And so we actually let them practice with him in the tub and all in bathing suits to help us all including Dan from drowning in the tub and we all learned how to lay to prevent our own drowning in the event of sleep.

Which Tree will produce that safety video for us. He said.

So it is also something you families can do at home in Quarentine.

Because hot baths are excellent for bone and muscle pain (healthcare and restaurants and store workers) and for the lungs to breathe and I have fallen asleep in December - March from just being exhausted from work and the stress of reducing human trafficking to zero. And apparently y'all even seen video of it.

Which was funny I am sure. But it felt so so so so good to fall asleep and it sucked having to wake up to wash my hair. Because the sleep was so good.

Declan now today says on 4-25-2020 "God i could had a heart attack but all i did was laugh but now I know why. I prepared you to sleep and not slip and slide and drown. Now i feel relieved and a deep safe darkness around my pride to protect me"

Blessed Child "i could had a heart attack but all i did was laugh" i love that so much and i love that we took the time to take all that worry and consideration to help erarse that super fear. It gives me joy. And fills my lungs and heart with oxygen rich cells.

Happiness can falter and fade away but Joy it always stays deep inside yoh to propel you into the future. Joy has a sunny presence while Happiness can exist in any conditions, joy can only exist in educated and true pure form of love and existence.

Rock the Vote gives me joy. Never wanting to be in politics but giving that ability to vote and reassure the African American and other immigrants that there is a group standing tall and strong behind them that sre as rich as politicians but want all races and ethnicities to vote as it is their Right. That gives me joy.

RockTheVote.org don't forget to register and vote. All immigrants and nationalities, African American and Latino, Caucasian. We stand behind you to give you the ability to vote and will defend you to our own death if anything happens to you like it did prior to 1970 and a few exclusions since. And if anything should happen we have some of the richest people in the world to stop what they are doing and help you survive a beating while in line to vote or suddenly thereafter. That is why i programmed it the way i did. Rock the Vote with rich musicians to say they have their life and they will share it to protect you if something bad should happen. And it did in the last 30 years very rarely but tree always told us of each and every event. And we stood behind that paying hospital bills and hiring private security to take people to vote and then installing security of our own at those polling stations for the future. And as i said, to our own death, our private security would beat and fight any one attacking any voter, especially one of any color. So Caucasians didn't have to witness it and be afraid to catch their own death.

So Rock the Vote gives me immense joy. Because we willingly and unselfishly destroy the fear and attacks against voters as it is our job.

Hopefully soon we can stop the illegal and false Voting. Registering to vote and then Voting can help. We have 2 Trillion U.S. residents with social security numbers ready to vote This year!!

Yall are all seeing what is on the news regarding Trump. I will be honest, Biden is who we need but if we could pick a different party other than the Republican (we will drop a vote later today)

So if half of the United States votes for Biden then the other half votes for a mixture of the minority parties then we can rise them up where they can be seen at more than 1% of the votes.

So maybe 3 good people running for president and they share 1/3 of half the votes. Thats 16% each with Biden at 50% That's kinda low.

But that would be fucking amazing and has never Been done in the history of America.

We can change the entire political system coming this November!

Isn't that exciting?!? That is what Ms Chen was talking about taking that power and harnessing it so the world would be safe for others. Including us...

That makes determination. That is our energy to create and show the power we possess with 2 Trillion American voters. 2/3 being full flesh human. 1/8 being honorary humans. A full 3/4 are guaranteed to live to see November 2020 to change the whole political system and destroy what it sets on.

So what tree will do is he says there are 5 candidates that are worthy due to their souls and hard work and humanitarian based minds. (Including Biden)

And so in DNA4U and in your testing and education area he will educate you of all 5 candidates

Then he will recommend who is best for you to vote for due to your heart and how and who you want to see in that beautiful oval office.

So he will make personal recommendations for each individual with DNA4U and has the ability to vote.

(We will keep Trump alive till then for the ultimate torture) and so tree tells me 99% of registered voters that should die of COVID will still be alive to vote. Some are evil and watched carefully. Others are not.

So us tiny Gus-Gus and Gus that we are as voters can pull a Declan (love that name today) and do a Ms Chen and hold our chins up high and destroy the national government's Democrat and Republican only system.

We can take those donkey and elephants and ride them out of town! Of course Biden is Democratic. But in 2024 he may change to his own small political party that suits him best.

So tree is gonna help us fulfill the ultimate American dream and Rock the Vote so hard the cradle falls from the tree.

Rock a bye baby? I always always sang that to Annabelle for hours if she couldn't sleep.

Rock a bye baby in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. And when the Bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.

A New America.

Personally and for Rock the Vote, I always explained to Tree, Day One is the FREEDOM to vote and to NOT INFLUENCE on their decision to vote. But to encourage and protect.

However i told Tree of my Ultimate Dream which I have so declared. And he told me "when the time is right. Hindsight. Let's listen to Megadeth and you relax and get some sleep, when the time is right we will be ready. Its too far away now to explain. But sleep now my child"

He would also say "this is the 10th time you've told me this! I told you it's fine but not today!! Now go to sleep!"

You know we say our prayers before sleep. Think about what we did and what we need to do. While some of us don't see them as prayers, they are. I would not rest until the political system of the United States of America would and could change

And now it is the time, November 2020. This is the first time America has had So many voters. All with social security numbers because we've stopped human trafficking.

(For the most part) if they were found in the United States of America, they were issued social security numbers immediately. They were here working having their freedom taken away. So many are duel citizens. They earned the right to have a social security number. They lived and worked here against their will. And it is a law they are allowed to obtain a social security number for being kidnapped and put into human trafficking in the United States of America.

The law was put into effect by Obama and Biden during their administration. Biden complained they could do more but he didn't know what and Obama did. Social Security numbers and Citizenship. No testing required. The law was passed through Congress both the House in the Senate and Representatives. Should have been happening since 1882 because that was the law back then. Obama had it found and they reenacted it with a few minor updates and privileges. (1902 the law had been overturned by the then President and their political party which is now actually the Republican party).

This law will not be overturned because I will have tanks stationed at each fucking member of Congress to follow them around and let them know shit is gonna hit the fucking fan. I have more tanks than there are hospitals in the world. And I will kill each and every one that votes to overthrow the law. I shit you not. I have killed more people than Hitler. And with my bare hands in a mere two years killed 8,291 kidnappers. Kidnappers. So I'm very serious about protecting this law, I may look like a crazy psychopath but that is my right to do so.

In conclusion we can as small little mice, together, destroy an entire government. And we will with Tree's help.

As I said it is not the RIGHT of Rock the Vote to suggest who to vote for. But realize that Biden is a Vice President of 8 years and is against human trafficking and bull shit.

And so Tree will take care of that (suggestions on voting) because we have a total of 4.9 Trillion people who have the right to vote in the November 2020 election. And that is amazing. Never before in History has this been available.

And since most are first time voters Tree will guide you step by step and show you each candidate from birth. Including Trump and show you who they really are and not what they want you to see.

So only half our available voters are registered!!

If you left the country, tree will explain how you can still register as a duel citizen (rock the Vote isn't updated enough yet, hopefully they get onto that) in the DNA4U app.

He will do your personal suggestions first. Teach you all of them then have you review your suggestions. Then you can see and feel the difference heavily as to why those were ranked in that special way just for you.

He will do 2 ranking systems. 1 best for the world and 1 best fit of President of the qualifying 5 for your personality. Then he will suggest the vote for you to make to change the US government's political system.

So while Biden may be your heart. He may suggest a minor political party because Biden has too many votes already. Or vice versa.

So the suggestion MIGHT alter from your ranking system but he thinks it shouldn't have that effect as the world is more balanced and great minded than it seems to be.

So y'all are doing better than expected from 30 years ago's predictions.

So wrap that left arm around you if you're a guy and that right arm around you if you're a girl or whichever you pick, or do both and give yourself a right tight squeeze and a pat on the back. You all deserve it.

[5hfanfiction]

Soluna Chapter Fourteen

“Gabriel, please…I beg you—I implore you,” Camila pleaded. “Pick a theme for your party.”

Gabe opened his mouth to speak and Camila quickly spoke. “Specific theme.” She added. “Let’s not have a repeat of last year where you said ‘Disney’ and I went all out including as much of Disney as I could and you started crying because you meant Walt Disney the person, not the brand.”

Gabe pouted. “That would’ve been a great party.” He mumbled.

Camila chuckled before picking him up and kissing his cheek. “So what will be the theme for turning five?” she asked.

Gabe hummed before wriggling out of Camila’s hold and running to his room. Camila groaned. “Gabeeee! I’m not in the mood to play tag with you.” she said as she followed Gabe to his room as he looked through his bookshelf before taking out a wrinkled copy of Roald Dahl’s “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”—a favorite of Gabe’s.

“This!” Gabe exclaimed as he ran around the room chanting the title of the book.

Camila rubbed her forehead and felt like screaming into a pillow at the thought of having tiny, hyperactive children fueled by sugary-filled treats that go with the theme of the book—the screaming, the crying, the running, the lack of hygiene…Camila shivered at the thought before taking a deep breath.

“You did pick a good book, so I suppose I can say yes.” Camila agreed. “Are you sure we can’t do Matilda?” she asked before remembering the chocolate cake in the book and groaning. Fucking Roald Dahl and his use of sweets.

Gabe shook his head. “I wanna be Willy Wonka!”

Camila smiled at the thought of her tiny son dressed as the beloved character. “Aw, that’s cute. Okay, for the sake of getting cute pictures, I’ll agree.”

“And you can be an Oompa Loompa!” Gabe grinned while Camila frowned.

“Are you insinuating I’m short?”

“Daddy can be an Oompa Loompa, too!”

Camila smirked at the thought of Samuel in an Oompa Loompa outfit. “I’m in.”

Gabe squealed before running back to the living room and telling Camila to get on Pinterest for ideas. Camila laughed. “Are you an upcoming five year old or a suburban mother? I will never know the answer to that.”

Later that day, Camila called Lauren as she picked up some toys in the living room while Gabe cleaned his room—or tried to before getting distracted with a toy that had been lost in the dark abyss called “under his bed.”

“To what do I owe this lovely phone call from only the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world?” Lauren answered with a smile.

Camila blushed and smiled. “You wouldn’t think I’d look beautiful right now.” she chuckled.

“Why? What are you wearing?” Lauren smirked.

Camila rolled her eyes. “Sweatpants, a week old college t-shirt that has Yale as the logo, hair in a messy bun because I haven’t washed it in two days, and mismatched socks.” Camila answered in a low voice before giggling as she picked up a truck with a Barbie doll in it and put it in the basket.

Lauren’s breath hitched and pretended to swoon over the thought. “Wow that is so hot. I really dig the stressed mother look you got going on. Something about moms, man, they do something to me. I must have a thing for single, divorced mothers of quirky four year olds.”

Camila giggled. “Shut up.” she said. “But, if you must know, Gabriel is turning five in two weeks.”

Lauren hummed. “Wow, already? Are you planning anything for the big day?” she asked.

Camila nodded. “Yeah, the theme of the party is ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.’” Camila answered. “It’s one of his favorite books by Roald Dahl—and he also loves Gene Wilder singing ‘Pure Imagination.’ You have no idea how many fucking times I’ve had to watch that movie and listen to the song. At least he likes that version and not the Johnny Depp version. That one is creepy and unnecessary.”

Lauren listened to Camila and smiled. “That’s cute. So you’re going to be surrounded by screaming children eating a shit ton of candy.” She mused.

Camila groaned as she threw plastic dinosaurs into the basket. “Don’t remind me—I’m not ready. I only decided to raise one child, not be surrounded by a dozen more.”

Lauren chuckled. “You’ll be okay.” She said before biting her lip. “I miss you, baby.”

Camila smiled softly. “I miss you too.” She whispered before sighing. “Why don’t you try to come to Gabriel’s party? I’m sure he’d be more than thrilled to see you. He keeps asking about you and insisting you take up his offer of being our chef. He upped it to three whole dollars—it’s honestly a steal.” She giggled.

Lauren smiled and chuckled. “I’ll see if I can, I’m really busy and all.”

“If it’s any persuasion I’ll be wearing an Oompa Loompa costume.” Camila told her.

Lauren laughed. “Dear god that must be a sight to see.”

“I’m just fucking with you, I’m not wearing that shit. I just assured Sam I’d be wearing it just so he’d wear it and I’d get a laugh out of it. I’m just going to make something up—be the chocolate bar or the golden ticket. Probably the golden ticket—I am pretty special.” Camila chuckled.

Lauren pouted. “I hoped to see you in an Oompa Loompa costume…that way I can say I dated an Oompa Loompa and fucked one.”

“You’re freaking gross.” Camila chuckled.

Lauren chuckled before hearing Gabe run into the room screaming “RING LADY” over and over while trying to take the phone from Camila before Camila finally handed it to him. Lauren smiled. “What’s up, kid?”

“I’m gonna be five!” Gabe grinned. “I’m getting old. I’m a grandpa now.”

Lauren laughed. “I don’t think that’s how it works, kid. Besides, you got years before you’ll be a grandfather.”

Gabe hummed. “I guess I’ll just be Willy Wonka before I get there.” He mused.

Lauren nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you going to come to my party?” Gabe grinned. “You can bring Rosie!”

Lauren giggled. “I don’t think Rosie would fit at the party. She’d just be an elephant in the room.” She joked, Gabe not getting the joke while Camila laughed her butt off at the clever pun.

“You’ll fit at the party, though! What about you?” Gabe asked. “You can be one of the other characters. Like Veruca or Violet or something.”

Lauren hummed. “Sounds tempting, kid. I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay…bye!” Gabe exclaimed before handing the phone back to Camila and running back to his room singing “Pure Imagination” at the top of his lungs.

Camila chuckled. “It would be a lovely gift if you can surprise us by coming here.” She told her.

Lauren nodded. “I know, and I’ll see. I love you, okay? I gotta go. Duty calls.”

Camila snorted. “You said duty.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Is Gabe turning five or are you?” she questioned.

“Gabriel is quite mature for a five year old, I’ll have you know.” Camila retorted as Gabe ran into the living room and got on top of the couch, sporting Spiderman undies with his blanket tied on as a cape and some sunglasses.

Camila looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What on earth are you doing, Gabriel?”

“I’m wearing this to school.”

Camila put her hand on her forehead and took a deep breath. “The fact that you just won an argument thousands of miles away makes me angry.” She chuckled as Lauren laughed.

“Oh Gabe…always being his special ol’ self.” Lauren chuckled. “I love you, okay? Gotta go.”

Camila nodded. “I love you too, Lo. Call me, okay? I miss you.”

Lauren nodded. “I will.” She said before hanging up and Camila putting her phone down and looking at Gabe.

“You are not wearing that to school and…you’re taking a bath.” Camila said as Gabe squealed and shook his head as he made a run for it.

“No bath!”

“Willy Wonka takes a bath!” Camila argued.

“In a tub of chocolate, probably!” Gabe argued back. “Can I use my imagination and pretend I’m taking bath?”

Camila caught up to Gabe and picked him up. “You can use your imagination and pretend you’re bathing in chocolate while I bathe you with soap and water like a normal person.”

“Will there be bubbles?” Gabe smiled cheekily.

Camila nodded. “And lots of kisses and tickles.” She smiled before tickling the boy while kissing his cheek multiple times while the little boy squealed and giggled.

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Camila hummed as she talked on the phone with Hailee. “Tell my editor I’ll send the first draft later, I’m picking up Gabe from Sam’s house.” She said hurriedly as she got out of her car and rushed up to Sam’s apartment. “I’ve just been busy with getting the book done and planning a birthday party for a five year old.”

“You could’ve hired a party planner to do that.” Hailee told her.

Camila scoffed. “Who the fuck pays thousands just for a five year old’s party? Just throw some candy, cake, and decorations and I have a happy child.” She said. “I can’t wait until he gets to the era of his life where he doesn’t want parties and is content with just going to dinner.”

Hailee chuckled. “Well, considering your son, that era will not happen.” She said. “Just send the draft, so your editor doesn’t bombard me with phone calls, yes?”

Camila sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll send it tonight.” She said as she rang the doorbell. “Honestly, we all know I proofread my work like nobody’s business and that my work is basically perfect so I don’t know why I need a damn—“Camila stopped talking when a young woman opened the door with a soft smile.

The woman looked eerily similar to her and Camila pinched herself to see if she wasn’t hallucinating.  “I’m going to call you back.” She mumbled into the phone before hanging up and putting her phone away. “Hi.”

The woman smiled. “Hi, Camila Cabello, right? I adore your writing!” She complimented.

“Right, yeah. Thanks…um…I’m here to pick up my son? Gabriel? Are you a babysitter?” Camila asked.

The woman chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, no, Samuel is here. I’m just visiting. Gabe and him are playing video games in the living room.” She said.

Camila raised an eyebrow. “Visiting.” She hummed before walking inside and seeing her ex-husband and son playing Mario Kart.

Sam looked up and his eyes widened when he saw Camila. “I thought you weren’t coming back for another hour!” he exclaimed.

Camila hummed. “Surprise, I was in the neighborhood and figured I’d pick up Gabe early. We have to pick out his cake.” She said before smirking. “Why are you so nervous?”

Sam scoffed as he paused the game and Gabe whined before seeing Camila and running over to her. “Mommy!” he hugged Camila as she picked him up and kissed his face, the little boy giggling.

“I’m not nervous…just surprised.” Sam said as he looked over at the woman who looked back at him with a shrug. “This is my…friend. Um…”

The woman chuckled before extending her hand. “Diane.” She smiled.

Camila shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Diane. I’m Samuel’s ex-wife. But you already knew that, I assume.” she chuckled.

Samuel stood up and chuckled nervously. “Um…I don’t know what to say.”

Diane hummed. “You can start by not calling me your friend.” She said as Sam’s ears turned red.

Camila snorted. “I like her already.” She said.

Gabe grinned. “Me too! She cooks really good, mommy!” he exclaimed. “And she’s super nice.”

Diane smiled. “Gabe’s a sweetheart.” She said. “I hope you don’t mind me—“

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Camila cut off. “I am perfectly okay with you being around our son. If he likes you and you’re good to him, I’m all for it.” She said before looking over at Sam. “You have a thing for Latinas, don’t you?” she smirked.

Sam chuckled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve never wanted to jump out of a window more than now.”

Gabe looked at his father with a concerned look. “But then you’d fall and hurt yourself.”

Sam chuckled before ruffling Gabe’s hair. “You are very right.” He said before looking at Camila. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I—we’ve been seeing each other for some time now and she really wanted to meet Gabe after I showed her so many pictures and videos. I know I should’ve talked to you about it first, but it was all—“

“Okay.” Camila finished with a chuckle. “Dude, it’s okay. I’m actually happy you’re finally dating someone. I thought you had no game for a good minute.” She teased.

Sam scoffed. “For your information, I have plenty of game!” he said defensively.

“He really doesn’t.” Diane interjected. “He came up to me with the whole ‘Do I know you? You look familiar’ line at the bar we met at.” She told Camila as Camila laughed.

“You’re lucky. He approached me and overanalyzed the poem I presented in efforts of looking deep enough that I’d give him a second glance.” Camila told Diane.

Diane laughed. “He’s lucky he’s cute.” She said.

Camila nodded. “Agreed.” She said as the two women laughed.

“My ex-wife and current girlfriend are ganging up on me, wow.” Sam said.

Gabe smiled. “I still think you’re pretty cool.” He said.

Sam laughed. “Thanks buddy. At least someone thinks I’m more than just my looks.”

Camila smiled softly. “Anyways, I also came here earlier because I wanted to talk to you about something.” She said.

Sam nodded. “For sure, let’s talk in the kitchen.” He said as Camila put Gabe down and Diane led him to the couch to play video games with him.

“She seems great, by the way. I’m happy for you.” Camila smiled.

Sam smiled back. “Thank you. She’s amazing. I think we’re gonna last a while.” He nodded.

“I hope so. The whole pining over me still was sad and old.” Camila teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Is this all we were going to talk about?” he asked.

Camila chuckled before shaking her head. “No, I wanted to talk to you about something else, actually.” She sat down and bit her lip.

“Is it Lauren?”

“How—“

“We literally have a conversation about Lauren at least once a week.” Sam teased as Camila blushed. “What’s up?” he asked as he sat down.

Camila sighed. “Okay, so, I know I should be happy and content now that Lauren and I are officially together and all. But…I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that there’s something wrong and I don’t know what it is.”

Sam hummed. “Did something trigger this?”

Camila shrugged. “She kinda seemed out of it on the phone the other day after I invited her to Gabe’s party.”

Sam nodded. “I think you’re looking too much into this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything’s going great and you’re not use to things going great with her. You’re use to some type of drama occurring and since everything is pretty tame right now, you think there’s something wrong and there probably isn’t. Lauren does run a circus, after all. Maybe she’s just busy and her mind preoccupied with a dozen things.” Sam shrugged.

Camila groaned and she ran a hand through her hair. “But what if you’re wrong. What if something bad is going to happen and that’ll be the end of us?”

Sam shook his head. “You’re overthinking, Camila. Stop doing that.” he said. “Sometimes, you just have to trust that love will happen when it needs to happen and the same goes for heartbreak. It’ll happen when it needs to. There’s no such thing as complete control when it comes to love because you can’t control feelings. Feelings flourish just as randomly as feelings diminish, there’s nothing you can do about them than just simply react to them. I guess…the best advice I can give you right now is to just love. Love as hard and as deeply as I know you can. I don’t know Lauren, but I know she loves you too. This is just unclaimed territory you’re walking in. With Lauren, it always felt like something that of star-crossed lovers. But that isn’t the case anymore. You’re together and you love each other. It may seem simple, but I can bet you a lot it’s worth more than anything. ”

Camila smiled softly. “You’re right. I’m overthinking.” She agreed. “I just…I miss her. I want her back here with me and waking up next to her and her cooking for me and just…loving me. This whole long distance thing sure is hard, but…”

“But?”

“It’s worth it. She’s worth it.”

Sam smiled softly. “There you go. Worrying over nothing.” He chuckled. “I’m not surprised, to be honest. You’ve always been a worrier.”

Camila shrugged. “I just want to keep being happy with her.”

“You will be.” Sam told her.

Camila nodded. “I will be.”

__________________________

“I am NOT okay!” Camila exclaimed as she barged inside the kitchen and ran her hand through her hair.

Eliza was eating some of the Willy Wonka themed candy while Alycia smacked her hand away. “Liz, that’s for the kids!” she exclaimed.

“I’m a child at heart.” Eliza defended, pouting.

Camila nodded. “Eat the candy, these kids have had enough.” She said as Camila covered her face. “They’re running everywhere even though there’s a damn bouncy house and…” Camila sighed. “I’m pretty sure someone peed on my rosebush.” Camila frowned as she threw some garbage in the trash bag. “I hope they got pricked with some thorns.”

Alycia furrowed her eyebrows. “Camila, they’re children.”

“I said what I said.”

Eliza chuckled. “I think you need a glass of wine.”

Camila pointed at Eliza. “I think you’re right.” She said as she reached into her fridge and took out a bottle of red wine and opened it and drank straight from the bottle.

Alycia nodded. “And mother of the year goes to…”

Camila flicked her off as she chugged some of the wine before closing it again and nodding. “I think I’m ready to go back out there. Sam and Diane got the food table covered, I think.”

Eliza patted her back. “Be strong, soldier.”

Camila nodded as she took the tray of sweets and took a deep breath as she headed out to the colorful, Willy Wonka themed party currently occurring in her backyard.

As she walked outside, Camila was mobbed by a group of children squealing in delight at seeing the treats.

Camila quickly raised the treats above her, laughing nervously. “Okaaaay! Let’s wait until I put them on the table, yes?” she asked as kids continued to circle around her and chant about Camila surrendering the sugary treats.

Camila held back from yelling “WAIT FOR ME TO PUT THIS SUGARY SHIT ON THE TABLE YOU PRICKS” and instead resorted to looking around for help. Camila wasn’t sure if being attacked by hyperactive preschoolers was the way she wanted to go.

“Here, I got it.”

Camila turned to see Lauren walking towards her and Camila nearly dropped the tray of treats had it not been for Lauren’s quick reflex of retrieving the tray.

Lauren, having had an abundance of experience which children, given her job, smiled when the children surrounded her. “Okay! Come on, follow me like a choo choo train!” she said as she shuffled over to the table filled with candies and other sugary treats, making train sounds and laughing as the kids followed suit until she put the tray on the table.

Camila was both impressed and turned on.

Not to mention shocked Lauren was here, seeing Camila have a mini nervous breakdown over a five-year old’s party.

“I also have my special friend with me, she’s a magician.” Lauren told the kids with a grin as she motioned to Halsey who was dressed up as in her magician outfit and waved the kids over, the kids quickly running over.

Camila and Lauren met eyes and Lauren smiled as she waved at Camila. Camila quickly ran over to Lauren and nearly pushed Lauren to the ground with the hug. Lauren chuckled as she hugged Camila back. “Hey, sunny.” Lauren whispered.

Camila quickly kissed Lauren’s lips, having missed them on hers for the past few weeks. Lauren hummed as she kissed Camila back before pulling away. “I missed yo— “Lauren was interrupted by another passionate kiss from Camila and hummed again. Lauren pulled away again. “Babe, we’re in a kid’s birthday part— “Lauren, again, was interrupted by a feverish kiss from Camila and Lauren giggled as she kissed Camila back and then pulled away. “You done?”

Camila shook her head as she gave Lauren a tiny peck on the lips and then nodded. “Now I’m done.” She whispered as she caressed Lauren’s cheek. “I missed you, too.” She mumbled as she hugged Lauren again.

Lauren nodded. “I missed you a ton. And I came at the right time, I see.” She teased.

Camila pulled away and whined. “I can’t handle being around too many sticky and unplanned children.”

Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You do realize your son is one of them— “

 Camila interrupted. “Yes, but he’s the one I gotta deal with.” She reasoned.

Lauren giggled and shook her head. “God, I really missed you.”

Camila smiled. “Can I just say how weirdly hot it is to see you be so good with kids? Maybe it’s because I’m horrible with them.” She chuckled.

Lauren shrugged. “Different strokes for different folks.”

Camila laughed and was about to say something else when she heard a loud voice yell. “RING LADY!”

Gabe ran over to the two women, wearing his purple Willy Wonka suit and red top hat, and grinning as he hugged Lauren’s legs.

Lauren grinned as she picked up Gabe and poked his nose. “Hey, kid. Happy birthday.” She hummed. “Having fun?”

“Tons!” Gabe exclaimed. “I’ve had so much SUGAR!” he whooped and did a little dance in Lauren’s arms. Camila decided not to ruin the cute moment with a groan at the thought of having to find a way to put Gabe down for bed later in the night.

Lauren giggled. “I can tell, you have some remnants of chocolate on your face.”

“I’m so glad you came!” Gabe hugged Lauren and nuzzled her face, Lauren not minding having some chocolate rub off on her.

“I missed you too, kid.” Lauren smiled. “I got you a present.” She whispered in his ear.

Gabe perked up. “Really?!”

Lauren nodded as she put him down and took out an envelope from her back pocket and handed it to Gabe. “It’s not a toy or anything, but I hope it makes you happy.”

Gabe took the envelope and looked at Camila. “Can I open it?!”

Camila nodded as Lauren got on her knees and looked at Gabe expectantly as he started to open the envelope. “Be careful.” Lauren warned as Gabe switched to opening it carefully and then took out three tickets.

Gabe hummed as he read the words out loud. “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: The New Musical.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she looked at Lauren who smiled as the green-eyed girl watched Gabe’s face change to one of excitement. “WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE MUSICAL?!” he exclaimed.

Lauren nodded. “Yeah, I looked it up and turns out it’s been made into musical and I figured you’d love to see it.” She shrugged.

Gabe squealed as he hugged Lauren and then pulled away. “Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu!”

Lauren smiled. “You’re welcome, now give them to your mom so you don’t lose them.”

Gabe handed them to Camila who put them back on the envelope. Gabe smiled. “I’m gonna go see glitter lady do magic!” he said as his little feet ran over to where Halsey was doing her magical act.

Camila looked over at Lauren. “I can’t believe you bought them for him. They definitely weren’t cheap.”

Lauren shrugged. “He’s such a great kid. He deserves it.” She replied. “Besides, I don’t spend much on myself. I figured the money I make should go somewhere. And Gabe is a special somewhere.”

Camila kissed her cheek. “I love you.”

Lauren smiled. “I know.” She paused. “So where’s the Oompa Loompa outfit?” she pouted.

Camila chuckled. “Don’t even start. Sam didn’t even dress up either. Turns out he only agreed for the same reason I did and both of us didn’t dress up. Wearing that on top of hosting this birthday party would have killed me.”

Lauren hummed. “I see.”

“Speaking of…” Camila paused. “Would you mind meeting Sam? He’s Gabe’s father and he deserves to know who I’m dating and allowing our son to be around, you know?”

Lauren bit her lip. “I…don’t know if meeting your ex-husband who you divorced because of me is a good idea.”

Camila shook her head. “He wants to meet you. He accepts our relationship. Besides, he’s dating someone else now. It’s okay.” She assured as she took Lauren’s hand.

Lauren looked at Camila who gave her a reassuring look in return and sighed, nodding. “Okay.”

Camila smiled and kissed Lauren’s hand before leading her over to the table Sam and Diane were in, the two watching Halsey’s show and holding hands.

“Hey, I want you to meet someone.” Camila spoke up as Diane and Sam turned around, making Lauren grow more nervous.

Sam looked over at Lauren. “Uh…ring lady?” he asked with a chuckle.

Lauren turned red and nodded. “Yeah.” She laughed nervously.

Sam stood up and extended his hand. “Figured, Camila has that dopey look on her face.” He teased.

Lauren chuckled as she shook his hand and nodded. “It’s quite dopey.”

“Wow, so the only way you guys can greet each other is by making fun of me? Fuck y’all.”

Lauren giggled and shook head as Sam chuckled. “I never thought I would ever meet you, honestly.” He said.

“Well you kind of expected to stay married to Camila.” Lauren slipped out before realizing what she said and feeling her face turn red in embarrassment.

Sam looked surprised by what she said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Diane laughed. “That was hilariously awkward. I dig your humor.”

Lauren hummed and nodded. “Yeah. Humor.” She agreed.

Camila laughed awkwardly. “If you don’t mind me interjecting here…I think this meeting is going 85% great.” She nodded. “Right?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Totally.” He agreed.

Lauren hummed. “Agreed.” She mumbled.

Lauren and Sam nodded, standing there awkwardly.

Diane decided to intervene next and stood up, extending her hand to Lauren. “I’m Diane, Sam’s girlfriend.” She introduced herself.

Lauren and Sam seemed to slip out of the obvious awkwardness and Sam smiled softly as Lauren shook Diane’s hand. “Nice to meet you. You’re a newbie to this clan as well?” she chuckled.

Diane nodded. “I’m only sticking around for the cute kid.” She joked.

Lauren chuckled. “Same.”

Camila and Sam looked offended. “Excuse me, I made that cute kid.” Camila put a hand over her heart.

Sam raised a finger. “I was also a huge part of that process.” He retorted.

Camila copied Sam and raised a finger mockingly. “He swam into one of my ovaries and then I popped him out of me.” She argued. “I’m a way larger part in this process, Claflin.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “He inherited a lot of my looks, Cabello. So that cute kid is thanks to me.”

Camila shook her head. “He has my nose!”

“He has my everything.”

“Hell no, he has my jawline. There’s me in there.”

“Not enough.” Sam teased.

Diane and Lauren watched the witty banter. Diane looking amused while Lauren watched it tentatively.

Lauren kind of assumed the banter was only something that was between her and Camila. They weren’t as exclusive as Lauren thought.

Had it not been for the fact that Lauren knew Camila and Sam were divorced, she would think they were just another married couple that had playful banter and a healthy marriage. And Lauren knew. She just knew that had it not been for her, Camila and Sam would still be married.

Sam and Camila laughed as they finished their banter and then sat down at the table, Diane sitting next to Sam and Lauren next to Camila. The four talked to one another as the magic show went on, Camila holding Lauren’s hand the entire time.

Sam turned to Lauren when the discussion grew quiet. “Ignoring the awkward moment, I think you’re a spectacular person, Lauren. You make Camila happy. Quite frankly, that matters to me a lot. So if you are that person that makes her happy and my son, then I have no problem with it.”

Lauren smiled softly. “Thank you, Sam.” She nodded.

Sam nodded back and smiled back.

Camila smiled at the brief acknowledgement and felt like things were really falling into place after witnessing Lauren and Sam interacting positively.

Camila was going to be happy with Lauren. She just knew it.

___________________________

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Gabriel, Happy Birthday to you!” everyone sang as they gathered around the table where the cake and other sugary treats were placed and Gabe stood right in front of it with the help of a chair, Camila and Sam standing either side of him, grinning as they watched Gabe gleam with happiness at the attention he was getting.

“Blow the candles out, buddy.” Sam told Gabe as he kissed Gabe’s head.

“But you have to make a wish first.” Camila told her son as she kissed his cheek and smiled.

Gabe hummed as he put his hand to his chin as he thought about what he wanted. After seconds of silence from Gabe, everyone started to laugh amusedly at the now five-year-old thinking hard about his wish.

Camila and Sam laughed. “Baby, you have to think quickly.” Camila told him.

Gabe raised his finger signaling her to wait.

“It better be a good one.” Sam said with a chuckle as Gabe perked up.

“Got it!” Gabe exclaimed as he swiftly blew out the candles and then clapped, everyone else cheering after him.

Camila and Sam looked at each other and shook their heads at how odd, but adoring, their son was.

“Okay! Quick picture of the family!” Alycia exclaimed as Camila picked up Gabe and Sam leaned closer to the two as the three smiled for the camera as Alycia took pictures before giving them a thumbs up.

The two began to cut the cake and hand out plates of cake, exchanging witty banter to each other as they served cake. Camila took some frosting on her finger and then playfully put it on Sam’s cheek who laughed and shook his head as he took some frosting on his finger and put it on Camila’s nose, Camila scrunching up her nose.

Diane and Lauren watched the exchange from their table and Diane sighed. “It’s hard finding a way to establish a role for yourself in a family that already exists. You can’t take away that they’re family, of course not, but, then, what does that make us? What are we?” Diane spoke up.

Lauren turned to Diane. “I…don’t know.”

Diane nodded. “It’s hard being the step-parent, per se.” Diane told her. “It feels a lot like just being the temporary replacement for the other parent. Or…I don’t know. But it doesn’t feel like I’m part of the family yet.” She shrugged. “Do you feel that way?”

Lauren really didn’t know.

___________________________

After the Willy Wonka party ended, everyone left, leaving Camila and Lauren (and a sugar crashed Gabe) to themselves. The two women were cleaning up the mess left from the party, Camila throwing out the trash while Lauren helped.

Camila sighed in relief. “I’m so glad this party is over.”

“I thought it was nice.” Lauren said softly.

Camila nodded. “As long as it made Gabe happy.” She mumbled as she threw away the last bag and then walked over to Lauren and wrapped her arms around Lauren. “And you coming here made both Gabe and I very happy.”

Lauren perked up. “Yeah?”

Camila hummed as she kissed Lauren’s cheek.

Lauren smiled and pecked Camila’s lips before walking inside the house and walking to the living room, seeing Gabe passed out on the floor with his mouth covered in chocolate and candy wrappers encircling him. Lauren chuckled as she leaned down to pick up the small boy, Camila watching Lauren with a small smile.

Gabe whined at the sudden movement and Lauren rubbed his back and soothed him, the boy quickly nuzzling Lauren’s neck and snoring quietly again. Lauren didn’t mind the sticky chocolate getting on her neck as she took Gabe to his room and got him ready for bed.

Gabe opened one eye. “Do I have to brush my teeth?” he mumbled sleepily.

Lauren turned to him as she set out his pajamas. “I would advise it, yes. Especially with all the candy you ate. Unless you want cavities.”

“Cavities are nice.” Gabe mumbled.

Lauren hummed. “How so?”

“They’re just tiny little holes looking to give teeth some air. Must be hard being all covered up. Holes are fun. I like making them in the sandbox.”

Lauren chuckled. “While that is a nice thought, I think teeth are just fine without them.” she sat down on the bed and helped Gabe get his pajamas on. “Did you have fun at your party?”

Gabe nodded. “Wanna know my favorite part?”

“What?” Lauren asked.

“When you got here.”

Lauren felt her heart flutter at the response and she smiled. “You’re so sweet.” Lauren said as she kissed his forehead. “I’m making you plenty of pancakes tomorrow just for that.”

Gabe smiled. “That was the intention.”

Lauren giggled and poked his sides before finishing getting him ready for bed and then tucking him in. “Goodnight, kid.” She whispered as she kissed his forehead and then walked back to the living room where Camila was cleaning up. “He’s asleep now.” she told Camila.

Camila turned to her. “Did you change him out of— “

“Yes.”

“And did you put on his— “

“Pajamas. Yes. I know how much he likes his space themes pajamas because he thinks it will give him good space adventure dreams.”

“Did you bru— “

“Front and back in circular motion and cavity free.”

Camila let out a deep breath. “That was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Lauren giggled and shook her head as she pulled Camila onto the couch with her. “Weirdo.”

“I’m a mom, I find anything domestic incredibly sexy.” Camila argued with a smile as she wiped the chocolate Gabe left off on Lauren’s neck.

Lauren hummed. “Well…given that, what do you think about this?” Lauren asked as she paused, leaning against Lauren’s ear. “I set up a warm bath for you…and…me.”

Camila fake moaned. “Just take my clothes off already!”

Lauren laughed and shook her head. “You’re the biggest dork I’ve ever met.”

Camila smiled. “You love me.”

“I do.” Lauren agreed as she rubbed Camila’s back.

Camila hummed. “How long are you here for?”

Lauren bit her lip and shook her head. “Let’s not think about that right now, yeah?”

Camila nodded as she pecked Lauren’s lips. “Okay.” She whispered.

Lauren smiled at the peck.

“Let’s just focus on the nice bath and incredible sex we’re about to have.” Camila smirked.

“You take lead, babe.” Lauren chuckled.

Camila groaned. “I swear to God, you’re about to give me an orgasm with the domestic way you’re talking to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Lauren smirked.

“Yeah.”

“I might have folded the laundry you had on your bed.”

“Fuck.”

Hiiii, long time no see. I got a random burst of inspiration and I hope it stays lol a pretty long chapter, too. Yay me! I just started university and I’m an English teacher in the making so I’ve been busy as heck. I hope you’re all doing well and, like I said, I’m finishing this story. I got to. If I don’t, I’ll fling myself into the sun lol I can’t say the updates will be often, but there will be updates! And, if you’d like, give me ideas for this story! I need them and will appreciate any suggestions! <3

ALSO. I wrote a new story, it’s called “Like The Back of My Hands” and it’s not a Camren story. It’s Rilaya. Riley and Maya from Girl Meets World (deserved better and to not be cancelled. It was so gay lol). If you guys can check it out, see if you like it…that would be great. It’s on my wattpad. My @ is jenniferthefangirl.

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Sentence Starter Masterlist

Batfamily:

Jason Todd:

“You deserve a world without this”

"Guns? Ha! Last I remember, you had string bean arms!"

“It’s not that funny.”

“I know you liked it when they were hitting on you.” "If you would do it I would like it better" "Wait, what" "What"

"If you're not there when this baby comes, I'm going to take that gun, and shove it so far up your--"

"open it" "can you say please?"

"real smooth, tripping over air"

"Alright guys time to play truth or dare"

"well, that was... interesting"

"where have you been"

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

"I know I said I’d get up with the kid in the morning but I’m hoping you can’t tell I’m fake sleeping and hoping you will do it instead"

"It helps that my competition is attractive."

“I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

"I bet I could beat you in wrestling match"

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

"Yeah, because fighting crime wearing the colors of a traffic light is soooooo stealthy."

“I met your parents and your mom was flirting with me. "

"I am not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealous is when you what something you can't have, territorial is protecting what is yours."

"Get over here, Jason 'Crush Me With Your Thighs' Todd!"

"ITS PLATINUM!!!"

"Wait, you're not a virgin? do you even stay awake long enough for sex?"

"you can't just go around killing people"

"So tell me: do all vigilantes lurk or is this just a part of your unique charm?"

"Am I really gonna be a father to an actual human being?"

"Put the water balloon down."

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

Dick Grayson:

“I did a pregnancy test.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

"What do you mean I can't stay up until 4 am reading? You've stayed up later risking your life in a ridiculous costume!"

"If you sing that song one more time I will fight you"

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

"I swear to god if you don't get off the chandelier right now"

"love first of all  if you're wearing that kilt to slag me off for me Irish heritage I'm not one fucking bit impressed and second KILTS ARE FUCKING SCOTTISH ugh but you do look the ride in it , i have to say wait there I'm posting a pic of it this gonna be great craic"

"IVE BEEN STANDING IN THIS SHOP FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS TRYING TO DECIDE BETWEEN SMARTIES OR SKITTLES DONT RUSH ME !"

“What do you want me to do with this?”

"You know you have to worst name ever"

"Where do you run off to every day?" 

Tim Drake:

“Is there a problem?” “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

"No, nothing's wrong, I was just fangirling, carry on."

"You should know by know that if you leave your cape laying around, I don't care if it's for 'superhero business', I'm going to wrap it around myself like a blanket."

“You drowned my makeup in water so I used my key to scratch all of your video game discs.”

"stop it, stop whatever the hell your doing"

'please stop staring at that stupid computer and talk to me'

"You're not meeting my boyfriend, Tim, because I'd like to date him a while before my brother kills him."

“This is your twentieth cup of coffee are you trying to break a world record or something?“

"I found you passed out, face down in a pile of coffee cups, are you ok?"

"You have to be cheating! No one is that good poker!"

"There's nothing wrong with taking a break"

"You should really get out of the house more, I almost attacked you thinking you were a vampire. And no patrol doesn't count, get some sunlight."

Damian Wayne:

“Damn, when did y/n get hot?”

"We’re camping and you think you lost the kid but they’re napping in the tent and I’m not telling you yet so you watch them better next time" 

"Damian, are you sure your dad is going to be ok with us sneaking a monkey into the Manor?"

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

“His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

“When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

“Do you ever follow directions?”

"dami ..I can't find my reading glasses have you seen them ?"

"I was trained by the masters of the League of Assassins and Ra's Al Ghul himself I DO NOT SING"

"we are not going to steal someone's dog"

"i'm allowed to be obssesed with you, im your husband"

"Why is there a deer in the mansion."

"I'm better at handling swords than you"

“So that’s why you’re always gone... you’re fighting crime in tights...”

"Wait... are you actually trying to stab me with a spoon?"

"Do I have to?"

"Don't worry beloved my family will love you, if anything I'm worried about them scaring you off"

Batfam:

"Not to point out the elephant in the room, but is that a literal elephant in the room?"

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CW DC:

Barry Allen:

"Cisco I don't need you to hit on them for me."

"I don't care how much a speedster needs to eat, you touch my food, and we're going to have a problem."

"everyone can tell you lover her, it's obvious"

“im NOT jealous, but he was flirting with you"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you but....I ran out of toilet paper"

Wally West:

"you like her, don't you!" 

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it"

Oliver Queen:

"are you jerking off or did you just find another book?"

Mon-El:

"Are you really jealous of a dog?"

"Mon-El, stop trying to make me blush, you jerk!"

Winn Schott:

"Winslow Schott, you do *not* get to saw I'm 'crabby' right now. If I seem to be in a bad mood, it's because *someone* decided to drag all the way to the DEO, first thing in the morning before I had a chance to have breakfast, without actually giving me a reason!"

                   <-------------------------------------------->

DC (Other):

Billy Batson:

"I'll give you your precious hoodie back, if you say the magic word!"

"How hasn't Bruce Wayne adopted you yet?"

"So...what happened EXACTLY?"

"y'know when you sneak around like that to transform you look super shady right?"

"You snuck into my room in the middle of the night to tell me something that could've waited till morning, woke me up by tripping over a small pile of books, and almost broke the most expensive thing I own. Remind me again why I shouldn't immediately call the cops on my best friend?" 

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Young Justice:

Wally West:

"I'd like to remind everyone to refrain from eating my food"

"I think you're just jealous cause you don't have magic powers! Or maybe you don't believe cause your so dependent on your precious science to explain everything!"

"I don't speak science, think you can translate for us non-nerds?"

Bart Allen:

"You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened to him"

"I'm from the past...I knew your cousin"

"We're about to die!"/"Comes with the job!"/”You're not helping!"

"You can't be serious"

"Hey, could you help me go over these case files-...you do not have a shirt on..."

"Who do i look like, Batman?"

"How are you always late?"

"Give me back my book!! You better not spoil it!!!"

"YOU CAN SING?!?!?!?!"

"You look good in yellow"

"I promise to tell you where your snacks went, if you promise not to get mad."

“are you sure about this”

"please don’t make me say it" 

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Marvel:

The Avengers:

"oops they saw it, well surprise I guess!"

Peter Parker:

"Don't be such a nerd Parker, we need to keep this professional and intimidating."

"You're that Bug Boy Jamison keeps talking about"

"You're an arachnophobe?"

“You're gonna get me killed!"

"I dare you to kiss him."

"Explain your powers to me again"

"Could you just get me down from here?!"

"These aren't even quips! They're just bad puns!"

"I cannot believe you of all people got us detention! I always thought it would be me."

"There's no such thing as bad publicity!"

"So, what's up with BugBoy over there?"

Steve Rogers:

"When were you planning to let me know what happened?!"

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Voltron:

Shiro:

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

“You’re so determined to protect yourself and your feelings, but what about me?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

"i lost our baby"

“Are you hitting on me?”

"...Why did you throw confetti in my face?"

Lance:

“I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

"Please tell me you aren't washing a metal, mechanical, slightly magical lion with soap and water?"

“How did you even get that there?“

Keith:

"How in the world did I get you to like me back?"

“I thought it was a good idea at the time, but it now occurs to me that I was horribly wrong.”

“Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” "No, Dumb-ass I'm in love with you"

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Keith, I love you, you know I do, but *please* tell me you didn't actually jump out of an airlock to get your lion."

“Why are you staring at me like that?” 

                   <-------------------------------------------->

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid:

"i need you to breath in and out with me, this anxiety attack will pass, i......"

"I don't care what you think you know, Spence, I'm *not* ticklish!"

"God, I hate profilers! You can never keep a secret from one."

[soulful-ofevans]

Just A Fan P.3 - Chris Evans Fanfic

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2

warnings: none, just FLUFF.

words: 3k (IK it’s A LOT OKAY?!) 

summary: You play a legendary heroine from Marvel. Teaming up with some of the world’s greatest superheroes. Chris is infatuated with you, admiring your multitude of roles. The whole cast, today at this panel saw the perfect opportunity to surprise the crowd and Chris with his Hollywood crush. 

Previously... “Is she here? Do you… are you insinuating, sorry guys! I’m…just like perspiring, just thinking of this clip.” The audience gave a loud “Aw!” to Chris’ infatuation with the idea that she was actually in the building. --- 

How was Chris suppose to know you were just going to pop out of curtains?! Walking across the stage to an empty chair that had been placed on the end near Anthony and Joe while the lights were out. Your walk was so laid back and carefree. Your smile was so warm and friendly to the crowd of almost a thousand adoring fans. Yet, you composition gave off this vibe that you knew them all. Your demeanor to everyone was both soft and influential.  

Looking like a goddess in heels, when you waltzed right past him, Chris wished he knew how much of a dope he had looked like during that moment. 

When you appeared in the spotlight, his face was caught by the cameras from fans. Those bright rosy cheeks coming close to a blazing fire when the sweet scent of your perfume lingered near him from when you passed him on stage. Those bold base notes from your perfume left a trail that Chris desperately wanted to just get up and follow. 

Wild roses, fruity bergamot mixed with the sandalwood from a Santalum tree. 

He drank in your figure, probably looking like a creep to the audience. Chris didn’t care, you were a dream to be seen. Your smile, so wide and bright as you laughed at whatever the commentator had asked or stated as you sat down. Chris saw the mouths of fans moving rapidly, but he couldn’t hear anything. The world’s noise was blocked out by the sound of your voice, up and close. The sound of his heart pumping at the twice the speed, which mixture in with your laugh that echoed in his brain. 

Then he had to go and fuck it all up. 

If Chris had only realized that he still had the damn microphone held up to his lips, he wouldn’t have gotten his whole damn foot stuck in his mouth. 

Just two words. 

Two words which would become the number one hashtag twitter in just an hour. Two words that caused Tumblr to make a galore of gifs from videos catching him, soon to be, iconic phrase.

   “Holy shit...”

“Oh damn! Chris Evans just had a stroke! Seb call a bus ‘cause Evans needs to be defibrillated!”  The audience gasped but then broke into laughter, seeing this as some ‘joke’ or ‘prank’ that had been planned all along. 

Chris thanked the God’s above for Anthony Mackie, who knew how to get the awkward moments turned into hilarious ones. 

This was no joke to Chris, though. His dream of meeting you, talking to you, worshiping you, was thrown in the trash with those two damn words...

 ‘Oh god, what did I just fucking do?’ Chris scolded himself internally, trying to bury the embarrassment. 

Did anyone expect that from a film-franchise icon like Chris Evans? No. That was why it was so easy for you to just laugh it off, trying to avoid the embarrassment from a joke you obviously had missed. You’d already gotten seated in your chair, legs all proper and microphone turned on when the low-toned mumbling from a man came out the speakers.

 “Holy shit...” 

Your jaw dropped, forming an oval. Whipping your head towards the culprit of the mumbled words. The cast had gone silent now, whispering to each other about something you were missing, again. 

Your eyes finally landed on the one and only, Chris Evans. You knew that voice anywhere. Especially when it came out of the speakers, whispering two words so softly it almost took your breath away... 

He was just staring at you, like no one else in the world mattered, except you. Confusion was clearly showing on your face because Chris quickly gathered himself together and snapped himself away from your eyes staring at him, bewildered. 

“Evans you gotta keep the geek inside ya, Bud! We can’t stop this press conference while you go take a breather backstage!” The audience laughed along with Jeremy. He was referring to the moment before you walked out onto the stage probably. You hadn’t been able to hear the interview at all, so you had no knowledge of anything except the three, very confusing minutes you had been on stage for. 

“Let’s get the ball rolling! We have a question for our lovely surprise guest, Y/N! But...obviously, I need to talk about the elephant in the room,” 

“Chris’s inability to breath right now?” Sebastian interrupted. The crowd laughed and you couldn’t help but giggle behind your hand as you saw Evans go from a subtle pink to a crimson red. 

To be honest, he was so cute being all flustered like that. You could feel the fluttering in your heart when you saw Chris’s nervous face. 

“Seb, stahp! Look, I’m just a huge, HUGE fan of yours, Y/N. Sorry!” Chris spoke, leaning forward to find you on the end. Smiling, he waved down to you as the room laughed at his admission of fangirling. The fans must’ve loved it because their screams had doubled in volume ever since he dropped the Holy bomb on you. 

You waved back and shook your head, brushing off his apology like it was nothing. They didn’t give you an Oscar for nothing... “It’s okay!” You laughed towards Chris, giving him a warm smile. “I love your work as well Before We Go was beautifully shot and you were spectacular in it.” 

Chris tensed up at the thought of you seeing something so personal as his directing debut. For some reason, Chris knew you weren’t bullshitting him. He saw it in your crinkled eyed smile and relaxed posture. He lost all the oxygen in his blood when he realized that you actually loved his work. 

You, an Academy Award winner, Four Time Golden Globe Winner, Three-Time Emmy Winner... loved his work.

“Thank you, so much! My god, I can feel myself like blushing, I’m sorry, I’m ruining this whole press conference with my fan...boying?” Chuckling, you shook your head at him. 

“Nah, bro. You didn’t ruin it. You made it fun, cause now imma be watchin’ you to see when you starin’ at Y/N. I got you, baby. I got you...” Anthony sent a wink your way, tipping back his head and giving you a sloppy smirk. You just leaned back into your seat, laughing loudly with everyone around you. Even Chris laughed along,  secretly prayed inside his heart that the twenty-second conversation you just had with him wouldn’t be the last. 

“Okay! They have announced the start of shooting, finally! For Red Heart’s stand alone film, ‘Red Heart: Beginning The Revolution’ !” 

The crowd let out a massive roar of applause and excitement. Even Chris, Sebastian, RDJ, Elizabeth, Paul, Tom, Anthony, and Samuel L. Jackson were clapping.

 A smile you couldn’t contain for the life of you formed on your lips. Your dimples popped out of your flushed cheeks as they all continuously praised you. You... a small town girl, with a big dream and only her own self to believe in the dreams she had planned for the future. You look in the mirror sometimes and see that girl, she’s just a teenager all alone. No one to talk to except the thin air. No one to sing with except the artists on the radio. You wished that the little girl was smiling back at you, but she never smiled around people back then. She just wanted to live her own life and not be stuck in this day-to-day life that was never meant for her. 

That girl is from fifteen years ago, now look you. 32, and already on a director’s minds as they craft films. This really was what living your dream is like... Just utter astonishment for the applause you only heard in your mind.

You had gotten your Masters in Fine Arts seven years ago. You’d two movies during the senior year of college and passing with flying colors. A degree and a chance in acting were your dreams when you were younger. You had surpassed both of those now, and new things for your future came into the light. You wanted to direct, write, and create stories!

Sure, you had internal tantrums and some nights where you talked to your coffee pot in a British accent to amuse yourself while working on some late essays or project, due in four hours. But you ended up with a degree to do the one thing you loved the most, storytelling.

“I think it’s safe to say you’ve started shooting?” 

The commentator pointed towards your head that was now the iconic vibrant purple hair. 

“Yeah, we began just three days ago. So... almost done!” Your tense body relaxed when you heard the crowd laugh at your soft joke. You weren’t doing so bad! 

“Now, you play this new generation character called Red Heart, obviously, but it’s not really so all that new because you’ve been a part of this Marvel revolution from the very start. You starred alongside Robert in Iron Man,” 

The crowd erupted in applause and you felt a firm grip on your shoulder. Turning around you saw one of your mentor’s, RDJ, giving you a deep hearted look with a slight grin on his face. 

“Then you went on to become a recurring character in the television area of Marvel... how has it been, being this character, for so long. Doing all these films and shows, how has, being Persephone, changed you? If it has in any way?” 

"Playing a character for so long takes you into this different state of mind. You aren't the same person anymore because for the better half of a year, eight years straight, you are playing this other human to whom you have to attach yourself with, find out why they are the way they are. You need to represent that person, because of the weight of  millions upon millions of fans wishes and opinions, now lie on your shoulders." 

"Preach it, girl!" You laughed at Mackie's comment. He was on the other side of the stage so you could barely catch a glimpse of him smirking at his own witty comment. 

"I'm just very very passionate about my girl Persey. Sorry, Anthony!" You heard him just chuckle into the microphone and let the commentator carry on.  

Even though you were joking with Mackie, you weren’t lying when you said you were passionate about Persey. Because you were, you fucking loved being Persey, and honestly, you owed it all to the MCU fans ho had been pushing Marvel so long to bring your character to life. 

They campaigned the shit out of getting Persephone to become a member of the Avengers when they were filming, Age of Ultron. All were extremely disappointed when you were nowhere to be found.

After almost nine years of being in this Universe of Villians and Heroes, you were finally getting a stand-alone film. It was everything you dreamed it to be. You worked with the writers Olivia Perrin and Matthias Fletcher, on making sure Persephone’s warrior spirit and fearless embodiment wasn’t taken away by a love story. Of course, there’s always a love story written in, and Persey’s was the Winter Soldier. Her long gone love who taught her how to live off just a quarter and a box of cereal for months. They loved each other deeply in a small stint of her infiltration of HYDRA. She was the only agent who could ever get past them, of course hiding with a disguise. There she was ordered to find Bucky, and get him out of there, alive. Red Heart fought till she couldn’t anymore in the bloodiest battle HYDRA ever faced on their own. They went searching for her, and so she moved around a lot. Henceforth, meeting these strange, irregular humans like Jessica, Matt Murdock, Iron Fist too. You were caught in the line of fire with Tony Stark when he was sent to test missiles in the middle east. He presumed you were dead when he awoke and they said you had no purpose left. He didn’t know you’d escaped, somehow hiding with a family of six for months until you could promise them safety and shelter while you went and dealt with the aftermath of SHIELD’s destruction. Your story line worked in with so many people, they wanted to make sure the story focused on Red Heart, not the Avengers. 

So they started from her beginning in Brooklyn, NY. Telling about how she came about, and how she turned a terrible situation into an empowering one The director Susan Berry, and the executive producers Vanessa, Molly, Oliver, Dan, and Amy, all talked to you about the way she was to be perceived on camera, and how her personality and lifestyle will be played out. 

It was one year of shooting, after three years of writing, re-writing, and then finally reconstructing the story of Red Heart. It was so highly anticipated that it led you to become a part of the secret credit scene with Sebastian. 

It had been three months since they wrapped when you got a call from Seb. He told you the plans of this surprising scene and you couldn’t say no to him. He’d been a friend for so long after you two both were in The Education of Charlie Banks. Then you just stayed in touch, now look where you both ended up! 

You finished a two season-long appearance on Daredevil, also having a much more prominent co-star role in Jessica Jones too. Finally, Red Heart was ready to become a part of the broken down team. Because that was her specialty. 

Fixing someones unfixable problems.

"They called me the “tie” of Marvel because Red Heart really just is the bowtie on the Christmas present that is Marvel. She is the only character who has jumped movies to screen to movies again. Kevin Feige was so sweet in making sure that I was a part of every meeting for each movie and show, so... I'm a secret agent spy of Marvel, really. I know all secrets. I am only here today because I will have to take down anyone who dares to share anything!" 

The audience laughed along with you. The panel was going so much better than you'd thought it would. Maybe it was your anxiety that got you into tears last night at the petrifying fear of being booed once you walked out on stage. Or falling on stage when walking to your seat. Or looking like you were a greaseball, with a face so shiny they could only see light reflecting off your panicked face. 

All of that fear disappeared when you set foot on that stage. The cast was beaming at you, smiling and clapping as you made your way to your seat. Although, one smile, in particular, caught your eye. 

The Captains. He wasn't just beaming and clapping, he was radiating a light that you'd never felt someone give off before. It was like he was trying to talk to you through his eyes when they had connected with yours. Just for those few split seconds, you felt time freeze. Your cheeks became flushed with the air suddenly feeling hundred times hotter than it had been only a moment ago. Your body was weighed down with this unbearable gravitational pull. You couldn't stop looking at him. Every time you could catch a glimpse of him, you would. He was breathtaking. Not just in his looks, but in his smile. It was just... so loving. Loving of anything he was smiling at, he radiated love. 

A love you felt addicted to after two minutes of meeting him. 

Chris had fallen in love from the moment he laid eyes on your faded purple hair. The hair that brought out your deep brown eyes and plump lashes. Your smile was ten times brighter than the light that was beating down on Chris right now. 

Snapping out of your own tunnel-vision, you looked towards the voice and smiled, trying to dive back into the whole reason you were up on this stage with the 15 actors who had made this movie. 

“Well, we don’t to be asked the age old question; Who would you want to appear in Infinity Wars, for Evans.” 

Chris felt a huge grin become plastered on his face when he saw you were trying to hide the blush that had flooded your cheeks when he complimented you. You couldn’t help it! It didn’t matter whether the person was a fan or a handsome stranger, the blood just rushed straight to your cheeks causing them to turn pink. 

“Thank you... I, uh... um, thanks. Yeah, it’s just really crazy to be on this panel with these lovely human beings! To be talking to a room of people who care about what I have to say... it may not seem like it when you look from the outside, but sometimes this job is lonely. You feel like your alone in this world, or that the fans didn’t like what your last project was, etc. It’s really surreal to then come on stage and get the reality of your situation shoved in your face. It’s a humbling experience, I’ll say. I’ve never been to a con, both Wizard, and Comic-Con, and not have a damn good time with these beautiful people!” You felt the room clap with hoots and hollers from your speech. 

The crowd gave you a sweet awe. You barely saw their faces but from the ones you saw, they were all happy faces. Which made your day all worth it. 

The one happy face that really made your day what the sandy haired blonde all the way down the line, who you knew was smiling like a fool while looking at you.

That didn’t bother you in any way. You loved his eyes on you, and you couldn’t wait until the panel was over and the comic-con was finished, so you could properly talk to the blue-eyed man, who sat all the way down on the end. 

Still smiling in your direction, like a fool who found his gold. 

What do you want to see happen when they finally get to really introduce themselves to each other? Let me know!

a/n: It’s been so long...whoops! Writer’s block got me good. I hope this chapter is okay. I didn’t want to make the story cheesy or predictable. Guess we’ll have to see if I did my job or not! Enjoy my loves - R .xx 

*btw, PM me or send me an ask on whether you’d like to be tagged in this fanfic or not!*

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                                                                    SEPTEMBER       2019  

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 July 2019 was the hottest month in human history.

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This Ordinary Life has sent the world their new EP, Sadderdays!! Give it a listen!

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Judd Apatow is putting out a book about Garry Shandling.

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Debbie Harry: Face it will be out on Oct. 1

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This year the Kennedy center will honor Big Bird, Linda Ronstadt, Earth, Wind and Fire, Michael Tilson Thomas, and Sally Field.

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Kentucky principal Phillip Wilson who banned books from his high school in 2009 for homosexual content has been arrested on possession and distribution of child porn.

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In Illinois, the capital bill is funded through a doubling of gas tax and an increase in license plate fees. The money is supposed to be for roads, public buildings and bridges. The state constitution tells us the state shall not pay for aid in any school, academy, seminary, college, university or other literary or scientific institution controlled by any church or sectarian denomination. Organizations that are now receiving some of the funding are, Catholic charities, The ARK of Sabina, Inner-city Muslim action network, Gifts from God ministry, Chicago center for Torah and Chesed, Hatzalah, Keshet, Jewish united fund, Lewis University, St. Ann Catholic school and Mt. Sinai hospital, among others.

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Gary Busey will appear in the off Broadway musical, Only Human where he will play God.

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Eastwood’s The Ballad of Richard Jewell is in production with Sam Rockwell, Olivia Wilde, Kathy Bates and Jon Hamm.

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For a look into Brian Jones death catch the doc ‘Who killed Christopher Robin?’

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Dale Jr. and family were in a plane crash but everybody seems to be ok.

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I hear that Porn hub is planting a tree for every 100 videos watched.

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Days alert: Rex is out. What about Chloe? Who will love her now? They still had the chemistry. Oh, never mind, Chloe is gone too!** Ted is out. Tripp is out. Jordan will be back briefly.** OMG How my heart fluttered when Tony and Anna saw each other again. Oh, the magic of a soap!! **At last Robin Strasser is on the way as Vivian. ** Greg Vaughan is dating Angie Harmon and they are a pretty adorable couple.**Why don’t they try to charge Kristen with Holly’s murder? She may want to tell them where they are then.  And I am so sick of Eric leaving sweet women to sniff after Nicole, enough. He used to be one of my favorite characters but it has gotten old. ** Please Please put Xander and Sarah together!!!!!

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Dolly Parton’s America: A podcast will begin this fall.

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The new owners of the LA sex club that was known as Snctm are taking apps and promising carnal bliss.

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Scary Clown told workers in a GM plant in Michigan not to sell their homes. He promised the plant would not shut down and guess what? Lie!** Trump owes El Paso 470 thousand for his MAGA rally. ** Perhaps we should all refer to him as he refers to himself, Ttump.** A Nazi rally in Germany handed out hats inspired by the Trump campaign that read: Make Germany Hate Again.** We have to hit him where it hurts..$.. This is all he understands.** The evangelicals finally got a little upset when Trump took the lords name in vain. ** Trump wanted to buy Greenland, they wouldn’t bite and he cancelled his trip to Denmark.** Now he is The King of Isreal? The chosen one? The second coming of God? ** Word is that half of Trumps twitter followers are fake. Also, the US Labor Dept. says America created 500,000 fewer jobs in 2018 and 2019 than previously reported. **Rural farmers are 50-50 on Trump like the rest of us. Why do we categorize people? Things like this show that our differences don’t usually have anything to do with our religion, the color of our skin,$, job or location. We are different at our cores in what we think and feel about others and the world around us.** Scary Clown has told some staff to get this wall started no matter the coast and to just, ”take the land” if necessary and he will pardon them later. He has taken FEMA money to get the ball rolling as a hurricane bears down on the U.S.

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Why do we vote in those that allow the drug, insurance and credit card, lender companies to make all the dough?? Let’s ALL enjoy America.

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A newly invented bag can be dissolved in water after use.

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Pardon Blagoevich?? What??

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The Black Jewel Coal Co. has filed for bankruptcy. The miner’s last paychecks bounced. Nobody will answer their questions about their 4o1k’s. Since they are not technically laid off yet, they can’t receive unemployment. The company got 5 mil in emergency funds from the bank and they owe 976 thousand in fines.

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Kelly Craft, a major Trump donor is the new UN ambassador.**US ambassador to Russia, Jon Huntsman is out.

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I have to say, I don’t get why people aren’t more excited about the democratic candidates. There are a few that could go away but there are some really fabulous ideas there. I hope they put their egos aside when the last is standing. The lot of them would compose a great cabinet. And how do you not get excited about the future of our country?? How can you be so inside your own head that you put our own day to day ahead of your country? We all have to pay our bills, work, care for others and enjoy our passions from time to time but this is crunch time people!!! Pay attention!!** Beto’s REAL reaction to the El Paso shootings did more for him than all his relaunches. He was himself and not what he thought he should be. Trump and Biden were giving sympathy to the wrong cities for goodness sake!  Trump couldn’t even show any true feelings as he gave the thumbs up beside an orphan and tweeted about how lousy Shep Smith as he flew to the next photo op of victims.** It’s hard to look away from the freak show.** The next Dem debate is Sept.12.

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With no notice, immigrants who are here for life saving treatments have been given 33 days to clear out of the country.** Scary Clown is fighting with Comey again. What an unhappy schmuck this President is.

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It seems to me that if 2 people had run for student council president and the winner cheated and abused his office, they would make him step down. Would they have another vote or let the opponent step in?? The President of the US post is a bit more important than student council President. ** Now Trump is thinking that nuking hurricanes might be a good idea.

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If elected, Bernie says he will tell us what is known about aliens from outer space.** Hickenlooper is out.** Seth Moulton is out.**Jay Inslee is out (oooh, that one hurts). I love ya Jay!! He is now running for reelection as Governor.** Gillibrand is out** Former Illinois congressman Joe Walsh and former Massachusetts  Governor Bill Weld are in for the Republican side.

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Some studies show that over 50% of inmates have dyslexia.

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Jim Gaffigan made some jokes about craft beers including how labels might have say a penguin wrestling a cactus. Well, a small brewery in NY has made it happen with their blend called Penguin and Cactus

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6000 people of Oklahoma are dead from opiods and Johnson and Johnson have been ordered to pay $572 mil per the court verdict.

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The International wildlife regulator has banned the capture and export of baby African elephants.

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Leslie Jones is out at SNL.

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“Under the Trump administration, the pledge ”the right to bear arms,”  has morphed into “Don’t just stand there, shoot somebody.” – Carl Reiner

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In the event I am killed, organize, mobilize and get the peace plan passed and put my body on the NRA’s doorstep in Fairfax, Va. – David Hogg

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The trailer for this Joker movie with Joaquin Phoenix, Marc Maron and Robert DeNiro looks fucking amazing!! Hurry up Oct.4!!

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The NRA has 5 million members but one still has to wonder why the rights of gun owners supersede the rights of everybody else. Why don’t we hear more about their money scandals? Just when you hear that Trump is asking his people behind the scenes if the NRA still has power, he and LaPierre talk and the Pres backs off his tough gun talk. We know who is Wayne’s bitch. ** A group of surgeons have been showing X-Rays of what a gun can do as they protest gun violence.** The world now has bulletproof backpacks.**New schools are being designed to cut down the number of victims of a shooter. Hallways are curved and classrooms can lock.

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The Firearm dealer license certification act in Illinois requires those who hold a Federal firearm license to also obtain a state certificate of license and comply with state regulations. All dealers will be required to have security alarms where guns are stored in case of intrusion. Dealers will also have to keep electronic records of their inventory. Gun dealers and the Illinois state rifle association are challenging, of course before this all takes effect in 2020.

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“We don’t have an actual Presidency right now. We have a reality show whose ratings have begun to slide and whose fading star sees cancellation on the way.” – Eugene Robinson.

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The Bruce Lee philosophy , Be Water, is being used by the Hong Kong protesters. Be Strong like ice. Be fluid like water. Gather like Dew. Scatter like mist.

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As the crackdown on immigrants continues, word is that Trump still employs many undocumented workers. And why aren’t the employers arrested?** The administration wants to make it easy  for the wealthy and educated immigrants to come to this country. Again, only the rich have rights.** Trump has moved $150 mil from FEMA to the immigration courts as hurricane Dorian heads this way. ** He is telling his staff to just “take the land” and build the wall, disregard environmental rules and he will pardon them. A joke?? I wouldn’t be so sure.**

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Jews against Ice really let ‘em have it. They shut down Amazon as they marched against the internment of immigrants. The rally cry: We will not stay silent while tech companies profit off of cruelty.

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Jeff Epstein is dead and the conspiracy theories have begun. Many are glad that Epstein is dead and some wish he had lived to pay for his crimes. Would he have turned on his high end friends?  David Koch is also dead.** Word is that in 2008 Epstein bought female undies from the jail shop.

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A recent survey shows that 45% of people wear underwear for 2 days, 13% for a week. Tell me this can’t be true.

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Chris Christie and Anthony Scaramuchi are always everywhere and now Sean Spicer on Dancing with the Stars?? OMG.. Can we stop seeing these people?** Sarah Huckabee Sanders is joining Fox news.

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White Supremacy is officially the majority of domestic terrorism in the U.S. Now, let me see, who seems to want to be their leader?** Advertisers pulled out of Tucker Carlson’s show after he called white supremacy ,’not a thing.’

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Truckers have been really hurt by the tax cuts. Longer hours and less money have come since they can’t deduct expenses the way they used to. Regulations have been relaxed that limits hours on the road.

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The Department of labor is proposing a rule that would allow government contractors to fire workers who are unmarried and pregnant or LGBTQ.

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David Gilmour sold his guitars for 20 thou and used the money to fight climate change.

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Michael Cohen claims that Jerry Falwell Jr., his wife and a pool boy they met at a hotel became fast friends. Eventually Cohen had to intervene because of some lurid photos. He claims that the Falwell’s are quite kinky. The couple gave the pool boy over a mil to buy a resort that has become trendy with the LGBTQ community.  Apparently nobody else knows what is on those photos that Cohen brokered a deal for.

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Kathy Griffin: A Hell of a story won the Freedom of Speech award at the Traverse city film fest. She announced the release of the film by giving a heads up to hashtag emmyless Donald.

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California is trying to make those that run for President show us their tax returns. Illinois rejected that idea.

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Blaze it forward

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U.S. Fencer, Rick Imboden took a knee during the national anthem after taking gold at the Pan Am games.

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Stumptown looks like a good show but boy what a terrible name.

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Check out the new book, Catch and Kill by Ronan Farrow.

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Ron Burgundy has been making the rounds.

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Yada Yada Yada politics has made its way into our thoughts with Marianne Williamson warning us of business as usual.

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Geena Davis is getting the humanitarian Oscar.

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In a joke that Seth Meyers told he said, ”Cleveland Browns win Super Bowl!”  So it may never happen but it was nice to hear.

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Chairman of the parent company of Equinox and Soul Cycle and owner of the Dolphins, Stephen Ross, caused a stir when he held a fundraiser for Trump.

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Liam and Miley broke up.

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Someone started a little joke about renaming the street in front of Trump tower. But people have started to take it seriously and NY is considering the name President Barack Obama Avenue.

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The administration is rolling back regs on the endangered species act. It has been a great success but Trump and the lobbyists think it just stands in the way of their profits.

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28% of delivery drivers have eaten some of your food.

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The Rolling Stones are trying to push a green agenda on the latest tour. At some venues fans can purchase a tones cup for $3, use it all night and then take it home or turn it in for your $3 back.** In 1964 the first Stones album came out and the Mariner 4 fly by satellite had its first look at Mars. In November last year the Insight lander thrusters disturbed a rock on Mars which has been dubbed Rolling Stones rock.

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Studies show that the most dangerous years of our lives are the year we are born and the year we retire. Depression spikes 40% after retirement. In Okinawa, Japan they don’t even have a word for retire. On the whole they eat a lot of fresh seafood and eat smaller portions. They seem to live the longest, healthiest lives.

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The green shirt guy was a thing for a few minutes.

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Wal Mart is really cracking down on security, one store at a time. Some people are asking the store to stop selling guns and donating to NRA backed lawmakers.

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The Black lady sketch show is Robin Thede’s new thing which is good but her last show was good too.

 R.I.P. Saoirse Kennedy Hill, Hal Prince, the El Paso and Dayton and Odessa/Midland shooting victims, D.A. Pennebaker, Toni Morrison, Jimmy Aldaoud, Valerie Harper and Peter Fonda.