#if any of you are going to see queen in toronto

[maybeinanotherworld]

i haven't really mentioned this on here for some reason but i'm seeing queen+adam lambert on sunday and dear GOD I am so excited

[herejusttosufferalong]

I'm starting to believe the blackmail theory. The last couple of days have shown so many coincidences that it feels like something is/ has been going on behind the scenes for a while. It's been a miserable summer. All of L's posts that include A are dark, black-and-white images. (Where we know that she was there events, pools) N disappeared from social media, only posting behind-the-scenes pictures and boyfriend-coded posts. L has just returned to social media last week, posting Bridgerton-related content (the bloopers- N and him are laughing, feeling happy). We all know the blooper clip came from Twitter, and N has claimed HERSELF, she hasn’t been on Twitter since she left the platform. I would also like to add her RING (showcased in all of her posts), which always reassures/ed me that -no matter what- they are in a good place.

Then there are the game pics (which are quite telling), the supportive friend pics of someone saving her from the paparazzi, and the ‘drink your milk’ T-shirt (which you can see has already been worn)—all in one week. Now, bless the telephone (I am very much in love with you ❤️). Something happened between Brazil and Toronto. In Brazil, L was confident, cheeky, and manspreading A LOT—seriously, calm down, man. But in Toronto, he reverted to his tight, anxious sitting posture. I know it’s just sitting, but this man is an open book. He looked overwhelmed and stressed out, but one thing hadn't changed: the way he looked at N (with love and admiration).

I can’t accept that A was doing all of this by herself. Her mom or R was definitely involved in this story. Even if there wasn’t any blackmail, something specific happened that relates to A. (adding papgate here that was planned without a doubt, and not from L). (If) L and N are together, their relationship didn’t just start this week or last week—it’s been ongoing for a while now, for sure. N isn't going to jump into a relationship with him just because he has time for her now.

So let's chat about my theory until we get the next clue. (Acceptable the disagreement) She is the Queen, and the stars are FINALLY aligned.

PS: Thanks to Suffer the blog for making this place toxic-free. I've always come here as it's the one place we can talk about them without doing something shady. I just found it recently, but I'm so grateful for it. 💜

Anyway obviously the song about JD, EF but most likely LT. (Love that ngl). Don't question it.

i'm a sucker for delulu 💜🥃

[ofmdrecaps]

09/10-17/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Pt 2

TLDR; Taika Waititi; Ruibo Qian; Madeleine Sami; Samba Schutte; Leslie Jones; Rachel House; Minnie Driver; Rory Kinnear;

Part 1 / Part 3

== Taika Waititi ==

New shots of Taika and his fancy drinks keep popping up over on instagram!

Source: Taika Drink Instagram

The main hot news from Taika was all the fun he had at the 76th Annual Emmy Awards (for Reservation Dogs!)

Source: Indigenous.tv Instagram / Post 2

Source: Pope of the Bowery Instagram

And some not so amazing news... but if you hadn't heard already, Taika's new project, Time Bandits has been cancelled by Apple TV. What's worse is they did on Kal-El Tuck (Kevin in Time Bandit)'s birthday Sept 17th. Jerks. I dont know of any petition or campaign to renew efforts-- but if you do please let me know, I'd love to share!

Source: Deadline

== Ruibo Qian ==

Our brilliant Pirate Queen is still visiting China, and she is BRINGING the cat content, I love it.

Source: Ruibo's Instagram

== Madeleine Sami ==

Our darling Archie has so much going on! Deadloch S2 is being filmed in Darwin, and the gals are having a great time!

Not to mention more Double Parked Episodes!

Source: PrimeVideoAuNZ Instagram

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's new movie, Advanced Chemistry is making it's way around the country! Alec Moore, writer, producer of the movie is spreading the word-- wanna see if there are showings available near you? Check out their website!

Source: Alec Moore's Instagram

Did anyone get to go see Advanced Chemistry in LA?

How was the Q & A ?

Source: Samba's Instagram

Oh and GUESS WHO'S BACK with more Crew For Life Merch and Cooking classes! Wanna get in on them? ShopStands!

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's is back out giving the LA Sparks some love!

Source: Leslie Jones Instagram

== Rachel House ==

The Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) ended on the 15th, but we're still getting some cute shots of her, friends, and the cast of her new directorial movie Te Maunga (The Mountain)! Our Mary Reed really shined at the Festival!

Source: Rachel House's Instagram

== Minnie Driver ==

With everything going on with Mary, how could we forget our beloved Anne Bonny? Minnie's out here looking cute.

AND she and Rory Kinnear (The Badminton Twins) are going to be in the performance of White Rabbit Red Rabbit in Soho Place London in November! Thank you so much to our friends over at @adoptourcrew for keeping us appraised! Want to learn more? Visit White Rabbit Red Rabbit.

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

Continued in Part 3!

[thatrickmcginnis]

PHILIP GLASS, Toronto 1989

I couldn't tell you why Philip Glass was giving a press conference in the backroom of the Rivoli on Queen West back in February of 1989, but he had a lot going on at the time and since memory fails me you'll just have to guess. Born in Baltimore in 1937, Glass is easily among the most famous composers alive today - a great accomplishment since his music, when it was first performed in the '60s, was considered hopelessly avant-garde. He accomplished this mostly by making himself ubiquitous - composing and performing his works everywhere he could, and taking on commissions like movie soundtracks to help make his distinctive version of minimalism less forbidding and more mainstream. I was part of that generation who came of age as Glass' music went from loft to music festival to opera house to movie theatre, so when I heard he was in town I tried to get a few minutes of his time for a portrait - and failed.

An invitation to a press conference with Philip Glass in the back of a club was my consolation prize when I couldn't arrange a portrait sitting. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but I wanted to get some kind of portrait with Glass, and if an unposed, "undirected" portrait was all that was available, I'd take it. (I still debate whether this is a portrait at all, but a lot of people say it is, so I'll go with the crowd.) The late '80s were a crucial time for Glass: besides the soundtrack to Powaqqatsi (the sequel to Koyaanisqatsi, one of the great rep cinema stoner films of all time) he had provided one for Errol Morris' acclaimed documentary The Thin Blue Line, and he was working in more conventional classical idioms, like the string quartet and symphonic compositions. He could have been promoting any of these things when he sat down to talk to the press that morning in the Rivoli backroom.

When I pulled out my camera to photograph Philip Glass during a morning press conference in the back of a downtown club, the first thing I noticed was that there wasn't much in the way of light. I had come prepared, loading my Pentax Spotmatic with high speed Kodak film, but once I was able to judge that I had a decent exposure I was actually grateful. While I couldn't demand his attention like I could with a real portrait session, the single spotlight in that room with its black walls picked him out starkly; without any distractions in my composition, I was practically forced to take a minimalist portrait of a minimalist composer. In pursuit of this, I've pared down the pictures even more - taking out reflections and microphones, isolating Glass' face in each frame, tightening how the light hits his face with some digital assists. (I've even rendered one shot in colour, just to see what it would have looked like if I'd put colour film in my camera.) In the end I consider these more graphics than portraits, but they'll have to do until the (probably slim) chance I get to get Glass to sit down for a real portrait.

[the-empress-7]

Did all of this "my family's not safe" bs start after the Plat Jub trip to the UK? Or because they were able to stay at Froggy Cott and had the umbrella protection there and at the 2 events they attended, it wasn't an issue and now they don't have that umbrella because they are NFI to any BRF events yet want IPP so they can do anything/go anywhere they want in the UK (and elsewhere)? So they really don't want to see his family at all, they just want to be able to (private) jet in and out of the country any time they want and be treated as a head of state.

It all started since the night his pencil dick fell into her. For real, she started the "I fear for my life because I am not white" since the day she met him, it's when she staged the false break in at her Toronto rental, which then eventually led to him releasing the love shield statement.

You have to understand that she has carefully plotted this from all the way in 2016. In short order, Harry went from being her unwitting puppet to co-conspirator.

You are right that it has ramped up and there are a few reasons for it 1. The Queen died which messed up their timeline 2. FC was never good enough for them, even if they still had it, we'd still be here today. She was never going to settle for anything less than Windsor Castle. 3. Until last year (post eviction) Charles was still offering them accommodations at CH or St. James. Like I just said, not good enough.

Not having IPP status or whatever would look like its equivalent has really put a spanner in their plan to campaign their way to getting Harry elected as Head of the Commonwealth and then Co-King (readers please don't come argue with me about this paragraph, I know what the facts are but the Harkles do not).

[rayneisnotwet]

Well that isn’t what we expected is it? Trump winning the white house. In the salient words of Miss Juicy, ”What the hell we gon’ do now?”. Everyone has a different idea. “We need to engage in our communities!” , “I’m moving to Canada!”, “I’m doing c*ke in the bathroom!” some cry out. Others are disengaging from the zeitgeist, and with it, apparently, social media. But when people announce these reactionary ideas of theirs, it feels more like a child yelling that they hate their parents because they got their Xbox taken away than a serious strategy to avoid oppression. I get it though, everyone just wants a change now. The hottest new accessory is going to be a poorly thought out style choice. Short haircuts with clumsy dye jobs and a trashcan full of “I’m with her!” memorabilia is how everyone dealt with this last time. But what is really the answer to this feeling?

Well, you’re all in luck. Because as a Trans drag queen in the midwest with an enhanced ID, I have the insight into all these coping methods. I write this while smoking a skinny cig. sitting on a picnic table in my childhood backyard, on property that’s interest rates doubled so fiercely it convinced both my parents to vote Trump and pushed me farther left than I thought was possible before I just detransitioned into Mao Zedong. I doubt that social media breaks announced via Instagram story or a vote for a failed businessman turned reality star or a jar of Manic Panic Amazon Primed to your door is going to make any of us feel any better, or bring the dollar menu at the drive thru back.

The Canadian immigration website crashed in 2016 after Trump won the first time, and to be fair I can see why. Everytime I visit, a feeling of relaxation washes over me. Not just because it's where my boyfriend lives, but because it's a genuinely very easy place. People stroll instead of scurrying through the streets. Even in Toronto, the largest city. The food is fantastic as well. The cosmopolitan-and just like that, I started ordering them-attitudes lead to a huge mix of cultures that seem to coexist in a much more mixed fashion than the notoriously segregated US. Sure, there’s the french-speaking Quebecois, but every country has annoying people. The friendliness is no joke either (as long as it’s not a service worker), people ask you how you are as a question, rather than a greeting.

Canada isn’t a liberal wonderland though, despite what Justin Trudeau might lead you to believe. During my Toronto visit, I checked out Dundas Square, the canuck equivalent of Times Square (there was no one in knockoff Elmo costumes). As soon as we stepped out of the subway station it was awash with the sounds of protest. A First Nations demonstration played out, with people chanting “LET HIM GO!” while drum beats punctuated the cries. A woman sat on a speaker holding a microphone, telling the heart-wrenching story of her son who had been shot during a wellness check by police in the midst of a mental health crisis. I wanted to support and join in the chanting, but my boyfriend advised not to, warning me the TPS were just as brutal as any American police department, especially to Trans women. Moments later a man, middle aged, bald, and white, started hitting on me aggressively. My boyfriend immediately shielded me from him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and made a scene. Another man chimed in, “That's not a ‘She’ bro!”

We got out of there fast.

So while Canada may have a more charismatic leader on the world stage, and policies that protect its vulnerable communities slightly better than the US, it’s not a utopia for Queers. Least of all Trans women or Two Spirit people. The truth is there is no such thing as safe spaces. As long as tribalism is baked into our monkey brains, we will find something to point at and feel superior about over someone else. I’ve actually felt more disrespected in some majority white gay male bars than I have in dives in my hometown of bumfuck Jackson playing the UofM game on their tv. A word of advice to The Dolls, don’t underestimate the cruelty of men. 🚬 or not. That isn’t to say I hadn't found community in a lot of Queer parties.

I had started my post-election-pity-party at Necto in Ann Arbor for the finale of the UofM-student-powered drag competition reality show Runway Rumble. Michigan’s best and brightest new talent (and others) battling it out for the belt. Those of us that had been eliminated were doing a group number with the finalists and accepting awards. The energy was electric, people were excited to see each other and drinks were flowing. I can't speak for coke in the bathroom because I was in an outfit that didn't allow for bathroom visits, and frankly a bank account that didn't allow for coke.

With all the excitement and nerves in the air about who would clinch the win, it felt like our community’s political turmoil was dead and gone. Although, some people were drinking so much I thought they might go the same way.

Spoiler alert, Belladonna won the competition, and for me that was such a relief. To see a Trans woman win a competition like this and receive the recognition she so rightly deserved as a fixture in the Detroit scene was vindicating as a Doll Supremacist. Shoutout to you diva, you did that shit. Big shoutout also to one of the judges, Pineapple Honeydew, for finger-waving my look that night. I hugged Bella and joined in on the rest of the cast and crew who were inundating her with congratulations, and that's when I realized something. In this bar, on this stage, in THIS moment, Trump wasn’t president. He’ll never be president of Necto, or president of drag. This place, these people, were presidentless. This country may have elected him with the popular vote, but that didn’t matter here. His political success couldn’t take away Belladonna’s Drag excellence. Or Portia’s for creating the show. Or mine for leaving my mark on the show as Drama Diva and holder of the Golden Boot. No. Our community, its survival and ability to thrive, was entirely dependent on US, not THEM.

So yes, things will be much more difficult now. This will be a tough time for Trans kids, for immigrants, especially mexicans. A tough time for the elderly on social security, a battle for young mothers and young women trying NOT to become mothers. For blue collar workers in unions, for their families. Entire classes of people, communities, towns, families, they’ll be ripped apart. We’ve already seen how populism injected into right-wing politics can create the perfect siren’s song to attract members of our family, turning them into strangers. But at the end of the day, the days gotta end. Will we all take this lying down? Or with a smile on our faces, a tequila sunrise in one hand and our loved ones hand in the other? Our community, no, we protest and sing and dance and drink and dress up and be gay! Openly! Loudly! Until they realize we really aren’t going anywhere.

[pwhl-mybeloved]

Do you think there's a good chance of a team other than Toronto winning the championship this year? Like I desperately want Montreal to win, but watching Toronto play, they just seem like they're on another level compared to any other team-I don't have a lot of hockey knowledge though, so I'm just genuinely curious what others think!

Toronto definitely has a big chunk of the chance in my opinion. While there’s parity across the league Toronto has consistently gotten better across the season at playing as a team and maximizing their talent.

However, if I know anything about playoffs, it’s that they will surprise you! Anything can happen. Injuries, suspensions, or just bad luck can turn the tide for even the best team.

If Montreal plays their best hockey consistently they have the strongest chance against Toronto, in my opinion. MPP loves and thrives under pressure (chaotic queen) so playoffs are where we are going to see that shine.

But both Boston and Minnesota have great teams, great coaching, and the potential to win the cup.

I think the ambiguity of it all is what’s so exciting, there’s no team that’s playing that I think there’s no way for them to win. Each team could honestly go all the way !

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghan Pitches ARO on Shark Tank by u/wenfot

Meghan Pitches ARO on Shark Tank I can see it now:MM: As a woman of color, Damond, you would be a perfect investor. You are in the pet food space, so my designer dog biscuits would add prestige to my -- oops, your portfolio.DJ: You forget that you abandoned your dog before you left for the UK and your other dog had his two front legs broken. Animal abusers aren't good spokespeople. I'm out.MM: Lori, you are the queen of QVC. I'm a discount duchess! We will be a royal success! My superb acting skills would be a major hit on QFC!LG: A bad actress can bring an infomercial down. You are a bad actress. I made millions of of Scrub Baby. You are not going to clean me out of my cash. I'm out.MM: Daniel, you made your fortune with KIND bars. I'm so kind, you'll love me! I have food experience: I stole (oops borrowed) recipes from my chef ex-boyfriend! And I make avocado toast! And jam! On toast! I write messages on bananas! We are people of color who have SOOOOOOO much in common!DL: I'm Kind of sick of your bullshit. I'm out.MM: Mark, you own sports teams! With athletes! I can make them happy in more ways than one! You're a tech czar and I own bot farms! I'd be ideal for your portfolio.MC: You're about as good a partner for me as CrowdStrike is for Microsoft. And I don't need you to be a yacht girl for the Mavericks: we have the entire Kardashian family for that. I'm out.MM: Mr. Wonderful! You're Canadian! I slept my way through Toronto! You're a member of the the Chevalier du Testevan wine experts! My grapes are nice and sour! This is such an amazing opportunity!KOL: The amazing opportunity here is to leave here and never show this to anybody again. You're a pig! Pigs get slaughtered. Your ScamJam should be taken behind the barn and shot! Whatever happens today, your future is in bad theater. Opportunity knocked, no one was home I will crush you like the vampire cockroach you are. You're dead to me.****These are all actual Kevin O'Leary quotes. post link: https://ift.tt/nI0jbVu author: wenfot submitted: July 29, 2024 at 06:15PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[kaaaaaaarf]

hey karf! my gf is turning 30 next month and we’re going to toronto to celebrate and see the leafs play! i’m wondering if you have any recs for the city, be it your fav food/coffee spots, nature things, things to see/do. already planning a visit to the ROM per the dino boys :)

Hi Anon!! ✨That sounds so fun!! I hope you enjoy the leafs game, and I'm so glad you're going to the ROM!! 🌿🦕

I really recommend hitting up Kensington Market. It's outdoors and there are a lot of cool vintage shops and food places! If you go, you have to go to FIKA cafe. They make these amazing cardamum lattes and cardamum buns.

People really like going to St. Lawrence Market as well—it's indoors and if you go, you need to get a peameal bacon (also known as Canadian bacon) sandwich. It's a lot more food based, but there are some retailers in there.

Museum wise, the AGO is also a great visit! It's our art museum...and if you want to get real weird with it, there's also the Bata shoe museum. Yes—shoe museum.

My favourite coffee place in town other than FIKA is Jimmy's. Their coffees have a signature yellow lid and I get one at least once a week. There are a bunch of locations all over the west end of town, including in Kensington.

If you end up on Queen Street, you should go to Black Market Underground. It's very punk, and is one of my favourite vintage shops in town. It also has a record shop inside, and an Indigenous Punk clothing retailer.

If you wanna enjoy some nature, I think you have three options. #1 is The Beaches (which you may remember as being the neighbourhood Remus lives in) There is a boardwalk and some really lovely beaches. There are also some cool shops, but I haven't been out there in ages other than to go to gigs!

Choice #2 for nature would be High Park...if you're coming next month you might actually be right in time for cherry blossom season! It's the biggest park in the city and it's rather lovely.

Option #3 is Toronto Island! Ferries run all day to and from the island. You get some really great views of the city from there, and there are all sorts of activities to do.

I have infinite more food and drink recommendations, so feel free to message me if you want more.

Have the best time!! <3

[irishhills]

sky

Jane always paints the sky purple. Even when it’s not a sunset or a thunderstorm, even when it’s supposed to be a perfectly temperate Shakespearean day, if Jane Egan painted the sky, it’s going to be purple.

She’s still doing this as late as ninth grade, her first year of high school, in an art class with Mr. Mills, a tough guy who’s sold a couple of paintings and a sculpture. He won’t say for how much, but Jane’s smart enough to know they had to go for pretty cheap. No one sticks around a Catholic high school if they can afford to be anywhere else. At any rate, Mr. Mills always pauses at Jane’s purple skies.

“You a big Hendrix fan?” he asks one day in October, a month and a half into the school year, exactly long enough to know that Jane’s purple sky wasn’t a gimmick.

Jane shakes her head.

“I do like Hendrix,” she says. “But this isn’t an ‘Excuse me while I kiss the sky’ moment.”

“Oh. Well, then … you like Prince?”

“Of course I do. Everybody worth their weight in salt likes Prince. But this isn’t ‘Purple Rain,’ either. Opposite, I think.”

“What’s the opposite of ‘Purple Rain?’”

Jane gestures to her canvas.

“This!” she says, a little too proudly.

Mr. Mills takes a step back and looks. His eyes flicker between the drying canvas and Jane, who feels like she might die, needing approval. She doesn’t know why. She’s had art teachers before, but it seems more important to impress Mr. Mills. Maybe it’s because he used to have a ponytail before the priest at St. Elizabeth made him cut it off. Maybe it’s because he wears a wedding ring, and Jane is desperate to figure out what kind of woman could have married him. She doesn’t have a crush on Mr. Mills. Not that she’s aware of, anyway. It’s not that. It’s something else.

“Jane,” Mr. Mills says, “have you ever seen a purple sky?”

“Sure,” Jane says. “Hasn’t everybody?”

“Maybe. But I mean … did you ever see a purple sky, and it was important to you? Do you remember anything like that, maybe when you were a little kid?”

Jane furrows her brow. Purple sky … purple sky. Pretty common, especially when you live in a place like Michigan. She’s seen purple skies on Lake Michigan when she and her family ride back to shore on the pontoon boat on summer vacation. She’s seen purple skies disappear behind her while she rides down I-94 to pick up her mother from the airport after conferences in Madison, San Francisco, Toronto, Paris, Edinburgh. There was this one time she and her dad went out to Dairy Queen in the summer after he picked her up from a birthday party, just the two of them. Jane was ten then. It was getting late, but Dad didn’t care. The next day was Sunday, and he didn’t have anywhere else to be. He just sat there with Jane and her vanilla soft serve cone, talking about silly birthday party things. He didn’t even care that she had two pieces of cake at the party. The employees at the Dairy Queen had the radio on, and they could hear it from where they sat at the picnic tables. The station played one of Jane’s favorites, “Sugar Town,” followed by one of Dad’s favorites, “And When I Die.” Something for the both of them, he said, and Jane was happy.

She looks at Mr. Mills and shrugs.

“I must have,” she says. “Maybe I’ll paint you a picture about it someday.”

Mr. Mills smiles.

“Sure thing,” he says. “Good work, by the way. Just … vary it a little, would you?”

Jane nods.

“Happy to,” she says.

And for some reason, she’s not lying.

[laminy]

hello again!

so yes, as I said earlier tonight, I am still here, proof of life. I do post on my main a fair bit (though it’s mostly Saltburn at the moment) but I’m connected to tumblr pretty much 23/7 (give myself an hour break for sleep) so any time anyone wants to chat or say hello or anything I am here.

not sure if it’s showing in anyone else’s city, but next week is the Queen Rock Montreal in IMAX. I am really looking forward to it. after I became a Queen fan, I found out that cinemas here had shown that concert once before, and so for five years, I’ve been patiently waiting hoping they would show it again because I really wanted to see it on the big screen. I think it’s really cool. I hope you all live near cities that are showing it. and if they are, or aren’t, I hope everyone has something cool going on that they can look forward to.

for the moment I am briefly hopeful because I bought a new shirt and necklace and am imagining looking nice at some point this year wearing them. don’t know where, but who knows. not that I have many places to go but dressing up never hurt anyone.

I am back in Toronto which is a lonely experience but when I was visiting my parents over the holidays my mum literally told me not to move back home, so I guess I’ll stay here.

one of the units in my building has a leak in their ceiling from all the rain today, really hoping it’s just them and not my unit too.

I was almost fired right before the new year (but luckily was not) so I am hoping for a better 2024 than that.

stay well 🩵

[funeralcity]

do u know anything about the toronto goth scene? a friend of mine wants to visit the city but like realllyy wants to go to a goth club - it seems like there's a facebook group that's supposedly kinda hard to get into? sorry if this is a little weird i know people don't normally ask about IRL meatspace stuff on here

not a weird question at all!! honestly i dont know if any goth clubs still exist at all in the city, only occasional goth events at a few places... a cursory look tells me that bi monthly goth event is happening at see-scape this saturday, the baby g is gonna have some kind of classic 80s goth&post-punk dance party on the 17th, and i know emo night at sneaky dees every friday is pretty popular (but that will be more like mcr type stuff rather than actual goth shit). there is an alternate clothing store called borderline plus near queen west & spadina, so going there and checking for flyers about anything happening might pay off? i dont use facebook and am not in any group so i cant help you with that :( i really wish i could give you a more helpful answer

sad to say but it feels like goth has really died at least in north america (well maybe things are different in proper big american cities like la or whatever) idk if its just that the like mass shooting moral panic successfully killed it in the mid 2000s or if its just the way rising prices of rent and everything have just killed anyones ability to run alternative spaces at all, its pretty sad. i wish i knew more goths irl myself it feels like this is the continent where the average "goth" is just a taylor swift fan who wears black :(

theres a pretty vibrant diy/hardcore/screamo scene in toronto too that i know a few people who are pretty involved in and could ask around about that kind of thing for you as well, but thats really really not the same as a goth club lol... forgive me for not being able to help you better but there just isnt really much at all any more. maybe i should try to get into that facebook group and see if there is like anything at all

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: She’s a Fire

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x female OC (Heather)

Plot summary: After meeting Heather in Canada, Jeremy hasn’t forgot about her at all. So he decides to visit her in London in the most unexpected place; an open mic.

Word count: 3.5k words.

Warnings: Fluff, language, finally smut!

Author’s note: I decided to do a sequel to “Every Woman” after realising I didn’t do any smut at the end, of course didn’t intend for it to end that way. Unlike the other fic, this will be in Jeremy’s point of view.

Prompts:

“Spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter. Don’t push your luck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

Fic inspired by: She’s a Fire by Jeremy Renner.

Jeremy’s POV

After sending Heather that message, I carried on filming season 2 of Mayor of Kingstown. She was still on my mind though.

It was late November and filming had just ended. So I headed back home to Tahoe.  People think I forget others after I meet them . That’s not true at all. That’s the same with Heather.

The karaoke bar… her singing.

And that kiss.

I missed those lips. Those soft and delicate lips.

‘That’s it.’ I thought to myself as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in. ‘I’m going to visit her in London. She doesn’t need to know right?’

That’s how I am currently on a plane to London. To go and see her.

I arrived at Heathrow airport, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses; the typical celebrity disguise which doesn’t really work nowadays. I didn’t know where she was staying at all. I thought it was too early in the relationship for that.

Was it a relationship though? I don’t know, to be honest. My mama thought so. Yes. I told my mama about Heather.

It was about 7-8pm once I got into the city center and I had no accommodation like at all. I was planning to stay at Heather’s once I found her in this big city.

I finally stumbled into a bar which was doing an open mic night. It was a Saturday night, so it was expected for at least one bar in London to host one. It was different to ours in America as they were singing covers, as well as original songs.

As I made my way through the small crowd, with a backpack filled with my stuff, I heard applause as I saw the familiar sight of black curly hair going onto the stage.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Heather?” I would mumble to myself as the very same woman I first saw at that coffee shop in Toronto.

I didn’t hear what she said through the microphone as my thoughts were muffling every word. But then I heard the familiar chords of one of my songs, Main Attraction, being playing on the piano by Heather surprisingly.

Every time I take a ride

I feel alive with nowhere to go

I'm a queen of the road

You're the king of my throne

Riding high day and night

Satisfied wherever we roam

You're the star of the show

You shimmer like gold

Was it just me or did she sound much better than last time? I remember her singing voice like it was yesterday as she was singing a Harry Styles song.

And now it was one of my songs.

This made me want her even more.

A scatter of applause was heard as Heather finished her performance, well you could hear my clapping throughout the small amount of time.

That’s when she saw my face again.

“Jeremy?”

I smile and waved at her from the bar. The crowd was the only thing inbetween me and Heather.

“Hey” is all I could muster to say as I took in her big brown eyes.

And those lips. Those soft, delicate lips.

She walked off stage towards me and all my eyes could see was the outfit she was wearing. She wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck with one of the shoulders cut off. She also wore a glittery purple skirt and matching heels.

“Hey Jeremy. What are you doing here?” She asked me with her hands on her hips.

“I decided to come and surprise you. But I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Well a lot has changed since I last saw you.”

We both went to the bar and I ordered myself a whiskey whilst Heather got a non-alcoholic drink that wouldn’t get her drunk.

“So how have you been darling? You still doing your writing?” I asked her, sitting on the stool nearby.

“Yeah but I decided to go on a different career path.” I saw her smile and blush slightly.

“Wait really? What are you doing as a career then?”

“Well isn’t the open mic nights not obvious enough for you?”

I just chuckled to myself.

“So singing is the way to go for you now?” I sipped my whiskey as I stared at her.

“Well… it’s getting there but it feels like it’s not going anywhere.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. I can help you with that.”

“How can you do that?”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well it will start with a duet and then you will meet my friend Eric, who can easily set you up with recording an album.” I explained.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course! I’m not going to waste a good singing voice like yours.”

She blushed as I smiled at her. She had a good voice and I knew that.

“So, do you have anywhere to stay? Or…” She asked me.

“Umm… no. I didn’t really think of that, to be honest. I was thinking of booking a hotel whilst I was here –”

All I saw was Heather shaking her head.

“No. Most of the hotels and B&Bs are quite full on the weekends. I don’t want you to fuss about it. You can stay at mine.” She suggested.

“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to be a bother –”

“Of course. Consider it as my own gratitude for helping me out.” She chuckled softly.

“Okay then…” I chuckled back.

Heather’s place was quite small, just like most London apartments, just outside of the city center. It was quaint and rustic with most of the walls showing natural bricks, instead of covering it up with drywall.

As she closed the door behind her, she out her pink woolly coat on the hanger in the hallway. I also put my coat next to hers naturally. She took her phone out of her coat pocket and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

“I’ll take the sofa, you can take the bed. You are my guest after all.” Heather said, as if it was a force of habit whenever she had anyone around. 

I watched her take a blanket and some spare pillows out of the cupboard where the furnace was. She placed them on the couch and then she sat down, taking off her heels.

All I could do was put my hands in my jean pockets.

“You don’t have to take the couch. We can always share the bed, we are grown adults right?”

Heather raised an eyebrow at my suggestion. What, did I offend her or something, I thought to myself as I stared at her.

“What?” I exclaimed as I gave her a look.

“Are you forgetting that I have a literal crush on you?! I know we kissed, and I’m still shocked about that by the way, but you’re literally my celebrity crush? My hall pass?”

My face went from surprise to a smirk in seconds. The look on her face was confusion as she saw me smirking.

“And?” I just shrugged my shoulders, not bothered by that admission one bit.

“Well… we’re not going to do anything, right?”

“Just sleep. That’s all darling.” I assured her, even though my dick was definitely thinking something else.

“Really? That would say something different.” She pointed down there and I instantly felt red.

“Shit.” I muttered to myself as I cleared his throat.

Heather laughed out loud.

“By the way, that message you sent me before I felt for London back in Toronto… what was that last line, eh? What did that mean?”

“Well, it’s what it says on the tin.” I shrugged my shoulders.

Heather just shook her head.

“I could ask you the same thing actually.” I cleared my throat, remembering the exact words she said to me.

“Oh yeah?”

“What did you mean by ‘reality is even better than my dreams’?” I smirked at her.

“And I said, ‘it’s nothing you need to know about’. So there’s nothing for you to know.” She smirked back at me, ever so slightly blushing red.

All I did was sigh, not even bothering to hide the tent in my pants. I watched her make her way towards the kitchen, so I followed her. I saw the way she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back towards me, after taking a can of some sort of soft drink from the fridge.

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, mama.” I burst out as I was checking her ass out. She then turned around to face me, after putting her open can beside her. 

She smiled at me as she raised an eyebrow.

“Alexa, play Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias.” As I heard the AI talk back, I heard the sound of guitars from the song being played. She then swung her hips to the music, putting her arms above her head.

I hadn’t saw her like this. Not even when I first met her. She was quite shy and quiet, but now she was outgoing and more comfortable around me now, despite her clearly stating I was her celebrity crush, which I already knew from first meeting her in Toronto.

My eyes couldn’t stir away from the movement of her hips and her singing voice as she began to sing. It felt like she was singing about me, even though she didn’t write the song.

I just chuckled as I just watched her. I couldn’t really dance with her because of the obvious tent in my pants, but I just watched.

And she was so mesmerizing.

 “I know what you’re doing Heather.” I said to her. “Don’t push your luck.”

“What am I doing exactly? Tell me Jeremy.” She said back.

My hands were around her waist this time as I went over to her. My face were so close to hers. I saw her face go red as a tomato and I was confused why she was so red.

“Umm… I can feel your dick.” She cleared her throat.

I smirked and chuckled, my breath was against her ear, as I leaned my face towards it.

“Are you going to fuck me over the kitchen counter, like you promised?” Heather said innocently.

“You really want that, huh?” I wondered.

“Mh-hm.” She replied, humming and nodding her head.

I smiled at her before kissing the base of her neck. I heard her gasp as I placed soft kisses with my lips. I then heard her moan softly as I placed my right hand on her ass. 

“You make such pretty sounds, mama.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile at the nickname.

“I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck." I heard her say. I just raised an eyebrow, which she didn’t really see.

“You have a choking kink?” I asked her.

“It’s not really on my list, but I know it’s on yours.”

“What? I don’t think I do.”

“Come on, your Flaunt Magazine photoshoot says otherwise.”

I let go of her and put my hands on my own waist. 

“Okay then. Show me proof mama.”

She went over to her coffee table and picked up her phone. She came back and turned it on. Of course she had me as her lockscreen. I watched her go on a certain app that was on her phone. Not TikTok – even though I knew she was on there and I followed her back – but Tumblr. 

The kinky bitch.

I knew she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. She was a fan of mine. None of my fans are as vanilla as they first turn out to be.

Anyways, I saw the most recent post she liked on her profile, dedicated to me of course, and it was a gifset of myself doing the Flaunt Magazine photoshoot.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” I uttered out.

“Oh really? Then why are you touching your neck in most of these?”

“It’s what models do!”

She gave me a look.

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” I decided to change the subject.

“What?” She bleated out.

“Come on Heather. You write fanfiction about me and my characters all the time. Better yet, you make POVs and edits of the exact same thing on your TikTok!”

“That’s because I wasn’t thinking you were actually going to follow me, or even see them!”

“Were you like, embarrassed about them or something?” I asked her.

“Maybe…”

I then saw the realisation in her eyes and I knew exactly what it was about.

“Hang on… how do you know I write fanfictions? Did you like search them up on Google?” She sputtered out.

“Well when you said you were an author, I had to look up some of your work. And that’s when I realised you were a fanfic writer.”

“So you searched on Tumblr and AO3 for my works? Why?”

I could tell she was embarrassed as she was struggling to speak, stuttering every word.

“Because I was curious. And it was quite good, to be honest. Despite them being about me. Now I know where you learned these kinks and foul language.”

I went over to her again as my hands slowly went around her waist again as I slowly leaned in. I saw her blush.

“I don’t normally swear –”

“Well I like it. Do it.”

All I heard was her laughter as she softly swore.

“Say it again, but louder so I can hear you.”

“...fuck.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again. Fuck that’s hot.”

I grabbed her face softly with both of my hands, like I did in that karaoke bar. My lips collided with hers. Her lips were quite soft and delicate against mine. And I wasn’t intending to let go until I ran out of breath.

I felt her hands grab my waist as I continued to kiss her.

My hands began to travel down her body; one of them resting on the back of her head and the other going underneath her skirt. That was my left hand on her bare legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or leggings. As my hand moved up her leg, I felt no fabric of any sort as I got to her clit.

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you might want to know.” She said, pulling away just to say that.

“I can tell.” 

“I took them off whilst I was taking my boots off.”

“Fuck Heather...”

I groaned as I put one finger in her. Then two.

“Your fingers feel so good…” She moaned.

“Why are you so tight? This your first time?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“I know.”

"Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. Don’t worry, your first time will be either as fast or as slow as you want it to be, okay?” I reassured her. “I am quite experienced in this.”

“Mh-hm. I can tell.”

I laughed as she used the line I said earlier.

The tent in my pants was growing bigger and she noticed it.

“Do you need any help with that?” She teased, still moaning as I had my fingers in her. I felt her fingers dig into the edge of my jeans as she noticed me straining, trying not to moan.

“What do you think?”

“Hang on then…”

She then took off her turtleneck shirt, leaving her in a purple bra. Thank God it was one of those ones that attached from the front. And it was strapless.

Fuck me.

“Don’t want my top to get dirty, do we?”

I just shook my head as I removed my fingers from her clit and kept my eyes on her as she kneeled down. I moved backwards a bit so I could lean my hands against the dining table. She moved forward and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to expose me in my boxers. My erection was easier for her to see.

If she was giving me a blowjob and this is her first time, how the hell did she know how to do it?

She then hesitated for a moment. This was kinda a big moment for her. 

I bet the only time she thought about it was when she was reading smut about either me or Clint Barton on AO3 and Tumblr.

And now she was going to see it for real.

She then slowly pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang out. Her eyes widen with shock.

“Oh my… Wow.  It’s… big.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself. I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped it.”

She nodded and got to work, sucking the tip of my dick. I threw my head back and opening my mouth, moaning and groaning at how skilled she was at this.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

She didn’t reply as she swirled her tongue around the tip. That made me shudder.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart. Take it all in.”

And she did.

I put my left hand in her curly hair, grabbing it with all my might. Hopefully she didn’t mind me pulling her hair so tightly. It just felt so good.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t come yet.” I felt her lips let go of me as I saw her get up from her kneeled down position. “I want to sit on you.”

“Okay then… you good with protection?”

She nodded. “Yep. I can’t get pregnant, I had the operation, if that’s alright?”

“Of course. Now spread your legs for daddy, okay?”

I pushed her towards the counter and straddled her from behind. I ripped her skirt off and she didn’t mind that. I pressed my dick against her ass. I then entered her, thrusting deeper and harder.

“You take me so well.” I whispered in her ear as I heard the musical moans coming out of her mouth. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

She moaned louder as I thrusted even more.

“Faster Jeremy…” I heard her say.

“Hmm.. I love it when you moan my name baby.”

I accepted her demand as I went faster. I saw out of the corner of my eye, her bra detaching itself. I knew she didn’t do it herself as her hands were on the counter. I saw the strapless bra fall from her breasts down onto the ground. And that’s when I realised that she was basically naked in front of me.

“I’m gonna take off my shirt now, okay? You can turn around and we can continue this. You can hold onto me or even help me take this off, if you want.”

She nodded. So, I exited her and watched her turn around. She then put her hands on the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up. I watched her as she was in awe of my amazingly toned body. I had obviously been working out, despite the Hawkeye series being out already.

“You like what you see?” I asked her.

“Mh-hm.” She hummed in acknowledgement. “Of course I do. I’ve always have.” She added.

“You ready for me again sweetheart?”

She nodded, and that’s when I decided to tease her.

“Use your words mama.”

“Yes daddy.”

I chuckled deeply as I entered her again.

“That feels good baby…”

“I’m nearly there Jeremy-”

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

I thrusted some more as I felt myself getting so tight.

“Good girl… Just like that. Okay baby, cum for me.”

And we both released, just like that.

I exited for her one last time and collapsed against the dining table.

“What the fuck, that was amazing.” I exhaled as I stared at Heather.

“Now I’m tired…”

“Don’t sleep on the couch. Sleep with me in your own bed.”

“Okay.”

We both made it to her bed, which was a king-sized bed, big enough for the both of us. We both lied down, looking up towards the ceiling.

Heather then turned towards me.

“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?” She said to me.

“Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause it feels like a dream right now. Or like I’m in a fanfiction right now.”

I turned to face her, smiling slightly as I touched her face. 

“Believe me mama, it’s all real.” @pegasusdragontiger @yavanna80 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory​ @navybrat817​

[thiswatchcassie]

Murdoch Mysteries s1ep1 "Power"

This is it! the first episode of Murdoch Mysteries, i cant fucking WAIT to watch this! after the break is my bullet point live reaction to/ thoughts about the episode. the final paragraph is my concluding thoughts!

TWs for this episode: Animal Death, electrocution, death of a pregnant person,

THE THEME SONG!!!! AAAA MY HEART!!!

Awwww baby Julia and williammmm

“Are we having a picnic” yes Julia, you are having a picnic!!! Also YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

CRABTREE!!!!!

God I love Jonny, hes so fucking funny or an actor and a comideien.

Wow I forgot that the FIRST episode is THIS episode, like I know it was but like wow

TW animal death, poor pup, and shoutout to this woman from the humane society! The actor who plays her feels very familiar i wonder if she plays any other characters that I’ve seen

I remember the costuming being a lot worse…. I mean it’s not perfect, but considering they don’t bail now an exact year for another few seasons, and they weren’t working with an unlimited budget, everyone is dressed nicely for the period.

Im obsessed with this very obviously direct printed canal sign behind this man in the 1890s

episodes since a mention of or character who is a real historic figure 0 (Thomas Edison)

Wow I forgot just how quickly they nailed down the “we are gonna talk about real people and rope them i to our fiction” aspect of the show so early on.

Shout out ALICE!!! Miss Toronto Electric and Light!!! Pop off girl queen pussy boss!!!

Holy shit there’s a second real life person it’s Nicola Tesla!

Poor puppy :( I hope he lives

HE LIVES!

poor Alice… miss toronto electric and light didn’t deserve to die for this

HELL YEAH DR JULIA MOTHER FUCKING OGDEN!!!! GIRLBOSSING HER WAY AROUND A DEAD BODY!!!!

We finish each others sandwiches moment rn

Good for Crabtree helping Edna with the dog

HI INSPCTORRRRRRRRRRDRR BRACKENREEDDDD

First scene in Murdochs office, it’s just sooooooo <<<333 i love It, cozy, filled with turn of the century knickknacks and dodads, big open windows letting in and out light. Loves it!

We have the Pinkerton name dropped in episode one, but if im not mistaken they did some timey whimey magic and met the founder of the Pinkerton in a later season PRE her founding of Pinkerton… which of course post dates the irl founding of Pinkerton in the 1850s

Oh 2008 cgi my beloved

Why is Nicola Tesla talking… like that?

And why is he fucking around with transmissions?

Call it “tella-…..vision” god the name dropping

George…. DONT FUCK THÉ POSSIBLE SUSPECT

Edna my girl queen pussy boss

I had to look it up because I couldn’t take her face from my mind, Edna does come back at a later date and she was an amazing character

Tesla…. God I don’t like how Tesla is

It’s gonna get on my nerves th inconsistency of when the show is set and thus the technology available

Awww Julia has a little goldfish in the morgue!

She’s so fucking smart I love her

Miss Howard was pregggooooo shiiiittttt

“Men doted on her” SLAYYYYYYYY

Oooooo who gave her that necklace????

Hell yeah Crabtree give them to the dog

This is why I love George he mama jokes about taking dogs out on a date and wooing girls

okay brackenreed making quips about retireing all the way back in season one..... he just needs a break

ah yes nicola tesla creating a wireless phone in ONE DAY very realistic

george is gonna getttt itttttt

damnnnn 20k??? TWENTY THOUSAND 1890S DOLLARS????

20k in 1890 is about 600k now.... damnnnnn

"i have a confession, it wasnt your dog i was sweet on" george is the RIZZ MASTER

awwww edna giving george a lil forhead kiss.... my heart <3 counting down until s8 when she is back

awwwwwww and then they kiss, and georges sweet lil smile <3 my fucking HEARTTTTTTTTT WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY

shit what did she have?

oh and dodd is dead

i think this is the first time william crosses himself upon seeing a dead body (something that will happen at least 263 more times lmao) i really liked when they touched on murdochs faith and the ongoing disputes between prodestants and catholics in toronto around the turn of the century

i love how in the daylight "dodds office" is very clearly just a room in station 4 lmao

YASSSS JULIAAAAA GIRLBOSSSING HER WAY AROUND A SECOND CRIME SCENE

aw george looks like a kicked puppy trying to tell murdoch about the papers he found at edna's

this is not the last animal rights activist to get involved in a murder investigation

"i understand you enjoy a challange" if murdoch just fucked these scientists, and authors and other historical figures well.... it would be very beliveable. hes the original simp

hes also VERY catholic repressed

i mean there was an entire plotline (spoilers, SPOILERS!!!!) after julia and murdoch got married about him feeling intimadated by her experence 'in the bedroom' to his virginity.... and like mans was NOT YOUNG when they got married

prrrr wax cylander recordings

"case closed" yes juliaaaa you make up these now well known phrases

ohhhhh so thats who got Alice pregnant

poor alice, she didnt need to die

byeeee edna!!!! see you in eight seasons!!!!!

"we are men of the future murdoch" thank you tesla very cool

and thats it!!! the FIRST EPISODE!!!!

ah i loved it, it feels very early seasons, but in a good way. of course the fashion history lover in me is picking up on all the little things but i MUST REMAIN FOCUSED!! the plot was nice, i loved edna and george. feel very bad for emily howard, she really didnt need to die. shout out to julia whos job in the moruge is always refreshing to see.

HOWEVER it is missing that one litle 'spark' so to speak to make it a truely great episode in my mind, so i give it a 8/10. could be better could be very much worse.

wooo! first episode done 263 (and counting) i am now 0.38% done!

[ashleybelmont]

It is Christmas day in Toronto. The Graham residence is primarily peaceful except for a few bustling bodies making preparations for tonight’s merrymaking — a specially curated dinner for friends and family. Halls are fully decked, flooded by the sweet, piney scent of a Douglas Fir standing tall and garnished on the main floor.

The certified bachelor is re-charged by the present state of calm afforded him. Not to be disturbed behind bedroom doors he takes a restful gaze toward high ceilings. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself as thoughts soon drift to very particular members of the guest list. Nonetheless, a certain confidence in his servitors allays any threat of stress for what promises to be an enjoyable evening for all.

Indeed, the night progresses with great care, attention and effort to the ease of the gentleman appearing of robust mind and spirit. Glasses are kept filled, a warm and lively chatter swells the air. 

Later, he is summoned by the faint chime of the doors bell, of which, he answers himself.

“Are you going to invite me in, stupid?”

Aubrey, completely unsuspecting of the visitor, excitably pulls his estranged step-sister inside with a grizzly bear of a welcome.

“Sis? Is that you?” He jokes. 

Her pageant queen appeal under a blue New York baseball cap with minimal make-up. Smooth, chestnut skin and the most striking eyebrows. Her dark hair is cut short into a bob pushed behind pixie-like ears to frame a square jawline. A thin, pouty mouth with only a smattering of clear gloss. Pretty brown eyes reflect hazel under the glittering light of the foyer. 

“I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Are you surprised?”

A mercurial type of woman. Intensely alive as if her life depended on it. From the moment he laid eyes on her that day at the wedding, Aubrey regarded qualities in her he’d only hope to one day find in a marriageable mate. A fact he’d never allow himself to share out loud. Least of all to her. She’d laugh, amused. Voted most likely to tease him into hardness. 

“I missed you, brother.” Her words emphasized like honey. 

“You look good,” she follows up, removing her coat and draping it across her petite arm. 

The girl wore all black. No stranger to tantalizing fashion moments. A full body, form fitting catsuit that hugged her slender curves.  

“Can I get that for you?” The man of the house asks politely.

Reluctant, “Thats ok — I’ll hold onto it. You know how I get cold.”

The two exchange a set of barely legal glances as she steps out in front of him. A soft perfume trails behind to affect the playboy suppressing a growing tightness in the cashmere of his pants. He uses the opportunity to separate from the intoxicating beauty that is his older step-sister now making her way across the room to Aubrey's mother. The guests now spread intimately throughout the homey manor. A satisfying blend of spices, florals, tobacco and booze wrapped around them. 

When he is ready to brave her again he finds her alone on the balcony of his library. Her long, wool coat once again blanketing her body against the wintry temperatures. First, observing her from afar, his hands cozy in the pockets of his slacks before making himself known.

“Aye — It’s bloody cold out there.”

She is startled a little by the intrusion (as were his intentions) though attempts to mask it.

“Aye.” She calls back, rolling her eyes hard. 

“What are you doing out there?” He pokes.

“I’m chillin’.”

“Girl—” As if to reiterate the chilled weather.

“Guy.” She smirks, looking over her shoulder at him before averting her focus.

A Carby Musk approaches slow on her neck prompting the preoccupied seductress into new awareness.

He stands not too far behind. A heavy silence meets a starry night sky.

“It’s good to see you.” His voice husky in tone. 

“You too.” Whipping her body around to face him.

“I really like what you did to the place, Santa.” 

“Oh — This?” He is trained in modesty.

“I just — you know…” He hesitates to describe the true sense of joy he feels around this time of year.

“They really seem to get along, don’t they?” She continues.

“Yeah. I’m happy they found each other.” 

“Me too.”

“Listen…” He starts.

The two appear raw in front of the other anticipating what isn’t being said, but, may just be about to. 

“Keep me warm,” she says, drawing an inch closer to his warm body. In the same motion flicking her cap and disrobing the protective covering to fall elegantly at her feet. 

“I wondered when I would see this outfit again.” His face beams with that wide, toothy smile.

“Why? So you can ask me where I got it and gift it to one of your little girlfriends?”

This time he doesn’t hesitate to grab her firmly by the throat with a thick, kind hand.

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

The sudden gesture forces her to brace herself.

"I'll be yours," she whispers, smokily.

His eye contact unflinching, intensifying the squeeze of his grip on every side of that pretty little neck.

“Show me,” he challenges. In the heat of the moment, lips meet in a kiss of wet, hungry passion. 

“Make love to me,” she cries into the deep of his mouth now gentle and sweet. A sudden tear drops from her winged eye, wetting a flushed cheek. He pauses briefly to study the magnitude of her needs. 

“You missed me?” 

Butterflies begin to fill her stomach explosively.

“I want to feel you inside me—” is the gracious response of his receptive step-sibling, unzips the front of her attire past a pierced belly button. 

The refined man watches the woman undress as she puts herself on display for his eyes only. 

“I need to be punished.” She says. "Badly."

Her words make him want to own her. 

Mindful of the bitterly cold, Aubrey, lifts her from her thighs up to his waist, legs wrap around and she is carried inside with him kicking velvet loafers off one by one. With prioritizing strength guides them both near the back of the room. Her nude body placed deliberate and safe atop the furniture, legs guided further apart with a nudge of his own body.

Together, they work to undo his trousers. She assists in raising his shirt over his head. A violent steam emitting from their bodies. For the first time, nothing held back.

He pushes into her hot and heavy, sliding snug into her wetness. His beard prickly on her face while she breathes in a soft rhythm to deep, filling strokes. A low, throaty moan escapes her quivering lips, swollen with desire. He is the lover she imagined he would be — attentive and effective, rough and tender.

***This is a work of fiction. Events are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental or an exaggeration of public knowledge***