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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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The Convention-Part One: Inked - Hank Loza x Reader

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Hank always attends the San Diego tattoo convention. It’s a weekend event hosted at the Convention Centre, with a couple of nights stay over at the Hilton next door. He usually heads up early on the Thursday for set up and comes home on the Monday. It’s a long few days. The show usually opens at 11am but he’s always early, making sure everything he needs is ready and working and it closes out at 11pm. Usually he grabs drinks with a couple of the other artists afterwards.

It's the fifth year he’s been working alongside Nina in his booth. The Padre crowd, the other artists call them because of where they hail from. They may have separate studios but the two of them have been collaborating since he took her on as an apprentice seven years ago. This is her first time entering one of the competitions, which is a crime because her work with watercolour pieces is phenomenal. He’ll be surprised if she doesn’t rank in the top three.

Just the fact she’s participating will raise her profile exponentially. He’s been urging her to for years, but she’s always been self-conscious about her work, especially around so many other skilled artists. It’s only in the last year that that has changed, and Hank thinks that’s because of her relationship with Creeper. He’s watched her confidence soar since she’d taken up with the club’s Road Captain. They’re good for each other, he sees them laugh a lot more these days and it warms something inside of him. Both are patient and resilient, each one has struggled with their own demons in the past and come off better for it. He knew the instant he introduced them outside the community centre that they would be a good match.

Hank glances at his schedule on the wall before he dips his rotary tattoo pen into the black ink cup. It’s almost end of day on Friday and he has a three hour slot booked in after he’s finished shading the anchor he’s tattooing onto Bishop’s chest. He rarely takes walk-ins anymore, he did in his first couple of years but he prefers the structure of a schedule, it’s easier for him to book onto some of the seminars he wants to attend, or for prep. They still have to use the Artist’s Area when they print of their stencils and transfers, and it can be a pain in the ass if there’s a backlog. He prefers to get his shit organised on a client-by-client basis, so he knows what he’s doing with each one. When he takes that step away from the booth to collect the next stencil it gives him the time to recalibrate and attune his focus.

It’s when he wipes away the excess ink from the tattoo just over Bishop’s heart that he senses your presence. He hears the slight creak of the chair behind him as you sit down and glances over his shoulder to see you sitting there, putting away the camera you use for photographing the event back into it's case. It’s an expensive bit of kit and he always lets you stash it behind the table at the front of the booth when he’s inking you.

Both Nina and him are using Nestor as their assistant today, the other man is thorough and quick, something they need when they have to turn things around quickly. Out of the two Prospects, Bottles is the more personable which is why he’s on front of house. His amiable persona sets people at ease and draws them in, both his and Nina’s diaries are filling up months in advance and Hank has to admit, it’s thanks to Bottles.

You mouth the word ‘hi’ when your eyes meet, and he finds himself smiling before he turns back to Bishop to work on the last part of the shading. Bishop registers the change in his expression, his gaze straying over Hank’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty.” Bishop murmurs, his tone low enough so only the two of them can hear it over the buzz of the tattoo gun.

“I know.” Hank says as he places his palm on the other man’s chest and adds a darker shade of ink to the curvature of the anchor. “She gets prettier ever year.”

He’s never told Bishop or any of the guys about you. This is their first year attending the convention and they have their sights set on other things. Nestor’s already booked in with Nina for one of her later slots, he’s been taken with her watercolour work for a while and is getting a rose inked onto the space underneath his collarbone. His is one of the pieces she intends to showcase at the competition later on. Bottles has his eye on a couple of seminars, there’s some taster sessions in piercing he’s interested in. Creeper’s here for Nina and Bishop as a model for Hank’s compeition entry.

Only Nina has some knowledge of what Hank gets up to once the shows over and he knows that girl keeps her confidences even with Creeper.

This thing between the two of you started four years ago when you slipped into one of his rare free slots, he hasn’t looked back since. He’s done all of the work on your body, from the Medusa tattoo on your left bicep to the Grecian vase featuring one of the muses on your right forearm. He did the laurel wreath on your wrist last year after you’d won an award for your photography collection ‘The Ancient Art’ – documenting different tattoo methods throughout the world. Some of the practices such as Handtapping dated back over 2000 years ago and the work you were showcasing was truly stunning. He’s looked it up online after you mentioned it and he was completely blown away.

“They call her the Tattoo Journalist.” Hank tells Bishop as he sets down the tattoo pen and uses the alcohol pad to wipe away the excess ink. “She does a lot of traveling to different countries documenting art forms, covering events like this and interviewing different artists. We catch up once a year.”

He bundles the wipe up in his gloved hand before tossing it in the trash.

“I bet you do.” Bishop remarks, his gaze returning to you as Bottles hands you the electronic tablet so that you can sign the consent form.

Hank says nothing. He doesn’t want to discuss his relationship with you, the fact it’s started to get more complicated over the past year. It started off as casual sex, the two of you sharing a couple of drinks before participating in some mind blowing sex at the end of each day. Once the weekend was over you’d go back to your life and he’d go back to his. It happened again the following year and then the next. It became the thing he looked forward to when he attended the conventions, seeing you again.

You never stayed the night, preferring to slip out of his sheets and return to your own room, he would catch glimpses of you throughout the day, just in passing before you met in the bar and went back to his room. It was last year that everything had seemed to change. He’d fallen asleep in the immediate aftermath on the Sunday night and woken up Monday morning to find your number propped up on the hotel nightstand.

The two of you had spent the past twelve months intermittently texting back and forth. Sometimes it was sexts, memories of nights locked away in the Hilton hotel room. He’d called you once and you’d gotten off to the sound of his voice in a hotel room in Argentina. However, most times it was just normal stuff, pictures of random stuff you’d come across in your travels, questions like what the hell is gelato and is it any different from ice cream? How his mom was doing after her fall.

All of these seem like indicators that you could potentially be interested in more but he’s not sure whether to broach that topic because the past few years you’ve had a really good thing and he’s terrified of ruining it.

“You’re done.” He tells Bishop as he sticks the cellophane over the small tattoo and uses medical tape to hold it in place. “I need you back there for 7pm for the Judging.”

Bishop grunts his response before he picks up his shirt from the coat hook Hank had installed during the setup of the booth and pulls it on over his shoulders. Hank rolls his stool backwards, allowing Nestor space to clean down as he peels off his black latex gloves and throws them into the trash.

“Hey.” He says as he raises to his feet, ignoring the twinge in his lower back from sitting in the same position for too long.

“Hank.” You say with that sunny smile of yours and he feels all of that apprehension melt away as you lean in, lips brushing over his cheek.

You smell like daisies, a fresh subtle scent that clings to your skin. It takes everything in him not to kiss you right there and then, in front of everyone. He wishes he could fuck off the rest of the day and take you back to the hotel, spend the entire weekend worshipping you with his lips and tongue.

Instead, he pulls away and drinks in the sight of you instead. You’re wearing a white t shirt with black shorts and tights with Doc Martins, your favourite pair with the roses up the side, an acid washed denim jacket thrown over the top. Compared to some of the sights he’s seen today, you look practically conservative.

“You just get in?” He asks you, his fingers trailing over the lanyard until he reaches the laminated press pass.

“A few hours ago.” You tell him, before tilting your head towards your camera case. “Jay Reno paid me to do some exclusive shots of his booth, so I had to get them squared off before I could come over, you know he’s a complete diva.”

He does know. He’d seen Jay lose his shit when he’d hired a marketing assistant last year who posted something he didn’t like on social media. There was nothing wrong with the post according to Nina, Jay just didn’t like the way the light caught him. It didn’t warrant the reaction that he had.

Nestor clears his throat indicating he’s done with the reset and Hank jerks his head towards the chair indicating for you to take a seat. You comply before rolling up the t shirt sleeve on your right arm, so it sits above your shoulder cap. Nestor hands him the tablet and Hank shows you the design once more.

It’s an epitaph to the Hades and Persephone myth. An ornate frame surrounded by roses and daisies. There’s an anatomical heart in the centre, two hands, one skeletal and one feminine reaching for it. The outlining alone will take three hours, you’ll have to come back for the shading, but Hank doesn’t have a problem with that.

“You still in love?” He asks you.

His heart skips a beat when you look him dead in the eye and say “Yes.”

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akishourikawa · 7 months ago

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「MONDAYS」

Originally from 2021年

Now that I'm at Aoba-san's age, I feel the dread of Mondays similarly as well...

Materials used: Colored pencils, alcohol markers, sumi ink, fountain pen ink, nib pens on vellum board

・Commission info・Drawing Process・Art blog・Main blog・

#fanart #イラスト #アナログ #fan art #traditional art #ink #dmmd #dramatical murder #aoba #aoba seragaki #ren #blue #monday #illustration #art

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ask-codeearasure · 1 month ago

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The Outer Realms -- Chapter 10

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Chapter Ten:

Howdy, Neighbor!

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“I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.” - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

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Dream Morabito stared up at the AU that he and Outerswap Muffet had to go to. He wasn't as much of a ‘Guardian of Positivity’ as the original. To say he was already at his wits end was an understatement to end all understatements. He knew, he just knew that when he got the chance to meet the shortstack that was this other Dream he was going to ask him how the actual FUCK he did this for a living. He popped his neck and adjusted his bright blue hat and then his tie.

“You sure this is the place?” he asked Muffet.

Muffet ran her fingers through her sparkling bangs and nodded, “Yep, this looks like the safest bet! It’s kind of like my AU after all, just less… interesting stuff.” she frowned at the last part. She was getting annoyed with the repetitive rocks and… more rocks… Where the hell were the stars and galaxies?

“Alright…” Morabito sighed.

Muffet held out a hand causing a spider’s web to appear made out of constellations before opening up into a portal to the AU, “Let’s go! Maybe there will be something at least relatively interesting there!”

“Maybe I can shoot someone with an arrow to see how many people freak out.” he needed something, ANYTHING to do other than talk. He was starting to get very tired of talking.

Walking into Underswap, Muffet visibly deflated looking at the town that was Snowdin. Her pout on her black lips was so plump and distinct, calling it disappointment was practically the equivalent of calling her entertainment.

“Soooo interesting….” Morabito rolled his eyelights.

“Don’t give me that.” Muffet shot. “Let’s look around.”

Morabito held his tongue, he was already reaching her breaking point, and if he did, then he’d probably… lose her shit to say the least. Not wanting another ‘explosion at the bakery’ event to happen, he simply followed Muffet around like a lost puppy. As they walked about, he thought about all the things he learned about this… other him. They were an extremely positive and helpful person, not willing to hurt anyone, apparently getting chased by… someone. And also used a bow… but also swords. He was going to have to see if he could try out using the latter. He was never perfect with his accuracy, so much so that Edelweiss made fun of him for it and constantly taunted him for ages. Maybe swords would be fun. He did somewhat envy this Dream too, being able to be so positive all the time. Not feeling hate… until getting envenomated.

He really should’ve written down some advice for the guy before leaving to take care of his job. At least he got a lot of positive desires out of it. He probably wouldn’t have to worry too much about starving for a good while if he was just a bit careful. Maybe even make a stockpile!

Eventually, the duo came across what looked to be some training.

“Awe… it reminds me of when Occult’s brother would train with the Celestial Guard!” Muffet cooed. She got out her phone and started snapping pictures so she could send them to Occult. She missed her Sans so much.

Morabito just patted her back. He couldn’t offer many words, not again after what happened the last time he tried to talk to someone mourning… It got him stabbed and envenomated.

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Indigo bent backwards, dodging a swipe from Alphys’s monstrous tail at the last second, then summoned a thin wall of bones to catapult himself into the air, out of the reach of his trainer’s electric flames.

The short skeleton focussed, laughing when Alphys lunged up after him and slashed her claws at him. He dodged and parried off of them, but then was stomped out of the air and launched into a new pile of snow and grass.

Indigo popped out of the pile, dusting specs of snow and dirt off his cape and armor, then summoned a hammer blaster, spinning it between his hands, and the blaster head attached to the handle snapped open, unleashing a blast behind him that sent him flying towards his opponent. As he closed in on Alphys, he swung his hammer above him, then down, intending to slam the lizard-dragon hybrid into the ground like she did to him a moment ago. But the Captain of the Royal Guard had other plans, and they did not involve defeat at the hands of her trainee. Alphys sent a knowing smirk Indigo’s way, bared teeth and all, and met the head of his hammer with the palm of her hand, cutting off the blast intended for her. “Not so fast, little man.”

Just like that, Indigo was tossed away again, his weapon following close behind, its shadow hovering over his form before it hit the ground, and he rolled away to avoid it.

Of course she would use her larger size and brute strength to her advantage. He had to think of another approach before she got him again. Indigo lifted his hammer from the ground and desummoned it, meeting Alphys’s eye from across the sparring field. The Captain kept that wild smile on her face and turned away from him to lift her axe, giving it a test swing.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna call it quits for today, Sans?” “Nah, Alph. I’m good to keep going!” The lizard gave him a skeptical look, and Indigo felt his marrow boil. He knew she was just looking out for him. She always did, and she was a great friend for that. But everyone looked at him that way, as if he was incapable of caring for himself!

Indigo glared at her, and got back into a fighting position.

Seeing this, Alphys shrugged, and readied her axe.

“Well… if you insist!” He didn’t bother with Alphys’s countdown from ten and charged in her direction, leaving snow flying behind him in his pursuit.

Alphys had little time to react, blocking a potential kick to the face with the flat face of her axe, and Indigo jumped away, dashing behind her and grabbing her tail, giving it a rough tug to yank her off her balance. In response, his trainer swerved around, one of her massive claws slammed into the ground where Indigo was a moment before, but the skeleton kept on his feet, planting the heel of his boot into Alphys’s snout before taking off again, re-summoning his hammer blaster and charging up some energy in the core of its partially closed mouth. Indigo kept his eye on Alphys as she jumped back from confusion, bleeding from her nostrils. But instead of infuriation, she absolutely roared in delight. “That’s it, Sans! THAT’S WHAT I WANNA SEE!” She lunged at him, her axe lifted high, and swung it down, but before it could hit its target, Indigo swung up his hammer, and the back of its head connected with the flat of the axe just right, wrenching it out of Alphys’s hand as it released a burst of energy, sending it flying out of bounds of the sparring field. The hammer’s blast cut off once the other weapon was gone, and Indigo grabbed Alphys by the soul with blue magic, slamming her chest-first into the snow-covered dirt. And just like that, Alphys’s timer went off, signaling that the training session was over. Alphys, from her current position, whooped awkwardly, her face planted in the ground, but still ridiculously enthusiastic at the progress of her student. She groaned, then rolled over, pumping a hand towards the Underground’s ceiling, then brought it back down to rub at her face. “Holy SHIT, Sans! Remind me to never piss you off, hAHAAHAHA!!!” Indigo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and flopped backwards into the snow alongside his friend. “Heh, I was that good?” “Yeah, you fucking nerd! You totally kicked my ass! I’m gonna have to think about it, give me a day or two, but I think you’re ready for more intensive battle training.” “WAIT, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” “YEAH?” Indigo screamed in happiness, and covered his mouth with his cape halfway so the sound wouldn’t echo through the rest of the Underground. He couldn’t just lay down anymore at that point, he had to get up and run laps around Alphys, breaking into dances at random intervals as the lizard got up to finally turn off the timer and clean up her nose. “Oh shit. Sans?” “Yeeeeessss?” “Can you go get my axe? I think it flew off in…” Alphys retraced her steps, looking back to the place she got faceplanted and off to the east. She pointed in that way for Indigo’s reference. “That direction.” “Of course! I’ll be back!” “I know you will, NEEEEEEERD!” Indigo took off towards where Snowdin’s endless wilderness started.

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Morabito ducked the moment he saw the axe coming. He turned and saw the gargantuan weapon embedded into a tree only a handful of inches away from where he had jumped down from.

That was way too close. Muffet damn near fell over laughing at him.

“Is every swap like this or–”

“You're just boring~” Muffet teased.

He swore this woman was just the worst, almost as bad as DeVille. Almost. But thank the stars that they weren't near her Papyrus – Occultatum, because if she was, her effort to annoy him would only quintuple.

They had a few minutes to recover from the shock, then the tiny figure of the resident Sans from a long distance away started getting bigger. The fact he would run fast enough to give cheetahs a run for their money was not only fucking alien, but damn was it just a slightly intimidating sight after the smackdown Morabito and Muffet had just witnessed.

Muffet spotted Indigo running towards them. Well, they did come to talk and see if they were in the right place, so meeting someone here wouldn't be that bad. In fact she was more than certain this was the place. It had to be, the AUs weren't that clumped now because of Digi… or Klezmer as he preferred to be called. But he's still Digi to her. No matter how much it ticked him off.

She didn't say anything to Morabito about the resident Sans coming over. It's just more fun that way. The skeleton on his way over wasn’t dressed as the typical inner multiverse Swap!Sans. Instead of his cape being a shade of deep blue at most, it was an ultra dark blend of blue and purple, and his armor was dark gray instead of light. He also had freckles of a similar shade covering his face, same with his eyelights.

“Hiya, Muffet! Cool outfit!”

He thought she practically lived at her bakery, but it was nice to see the spider monster out and about. Maybe she was looking for more supplies for her spider donuts or something, he wasn’t going to pry. Indigo continued down the path until he came across the ax, but by the time he did that, the guardian next to it attracted his immediate and dedicated attention. “DREAM!” The soldier trainee jumped on his friend with not a moment to spare, crushing him in a suffocating hug with no escape. “OH MY GOD, BUDDY, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, WE WERE ALL SO WORRIED–” “Ack!”

Morabito froze like a statue, he really tried to control the negative emotions that damned venom DeVille had in that stupid weapon of his… and everything of his that wasn't his stupid wine. He truly was heroically trying to hold back his annoyance of the long… LONG as hell day he had been put through acting in for his other self but he failed miserably.

“Let me go… or I will punt you across this entire forest.”

“Morabito!” Muffet growled.

Yeah, this day was going to get worse… he needed some damn coffee.

Indigo immediately released the impostor and put some distance between them, his face morphing from genuine confusion to mortification as he recognized the details he missed. This was not Dream, but in the stranger’s defense, he looked nothing like him upon more focused inspection. “Oh– Oh shit, I am so sorry! I thought you were my friend. UH–” He glanced at Muffet, then back to this new person. At least he could get a name from her. “Morabito, was it?”

Morabito nodded, glaring at Indigo before looking at Muffet, “Looks like we're in the right universe, finally.”

Muffet snickered, “The look on your face when he hugged you was priceless. I told you you looked like that little guy!”

Morabito summoned his bow and an arrow then desummoning them reminding himself that he can't keep letting the negative emotions take control of his actions. Okay, a coffee with three blonde shots it is.

Muffet looked like she was about to start giggling like a mad-woman.

Indigo scratched the back of his skull. He knew for sure Morabito was someone, but definitely not Dream, but what about Muffet? He looked over his shoulder at the woman, and noticed differences between her and the Muffet he knew the most. She was all sparkly, and… actually took care of her hair. “I’m assuming you’re not the Muffet I know either?”

She shook her head, “Nope, but I am from a place you'll love to visit~! Sorry about my little friend over there, he's a bit of a hothead. But we're here to talk to you, and anyone who happens to be really close to that little cutie, Dream.”

She really couldn't wait to fluster the hell out of that kid when she got the chance, if he was anything like Morabito, it was going to be so. Freaking. Fun!

Morabito nodded, “A… friend, found him and had to get him some medical attention. He's not doing too well.” FINALLY, he was getting some answers on Dream’s whereabouts, but why did it always have to be bad news!? Indigo facepalmed, then rubbed the bridge between his eyesockets. Undyne should have never let him go, even though that wouldn’t have stopped him from leaving whatsoever once he decided to.

Indigo lifted the axe, leaning it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. “I have to return this first, then I can take you two somewhere to talk, okay? This timeline is well acquainted with outcodes, so you won’t attract too much attention being here.” With that, he stopped right outside the woods, readjusted his grip on the axe’s handle, and swung it with enough power for the weapon to land in the middle of Alphys’s training grounds. Then he stretched, popping the stiffness in his shoulder blades, and sent a text to Alphys. She should still be down there, but it was just in case. “Alright, let’s go. You can call me Indigo, by the way!”

Morabito was very impressed with Indigo’s strength, he nodded at the Sans’ words before saying, “Nice to meetcha.”

Muffet merely nodded.

They were actually really surprised at how well adjusted this timeline was with what Indigo called outcodes. They supposed it meant exactly what it implied: those whose universes were gone with only the survivors' existences being the last remnants of the code. They never really had a name for such a thing – they just called them survivors. Either Klezmer was very busy while they weren’t looking, or there was another glitch running around.

And there definitely was another glitch running around, Muffet could just feel it. She knew she should’ve borrowed Occult’s tarot cards to see if they’d run into any new information like this. Damn it. They simply followed Indigo to his house as they looked around to see if there was anything actually interesting. Morabito didn’t see anything, not even the moment they stepped into the house. But Muffet… Muffet found a new target.

Indigo had started ahead of them, shaking his head as the front door to his house was left wide open, and upon walking in, discovered his brother and Edge smoking pot. The smell had permeated the living room. He thought he had smelled something a couple yards away, but honestly would rather have the house on fire than this again. He didn’t even know where they got it from, but it was unacceptable, and the look on Indigo’s face said all he wanted to say, but refrained from doing so unless he wanted to strangle his brother and their roommate. “Let’s… I apologize for their behavior, I’ll take care of them, but let’s go somewhere else.”

“Oh no, this is fine!” Muffet said before Morabito could even speak in just as much outrage as Indigo was currently holding in.

She happily walked over behind the couch the boys were sitting on and just put two of her hands on their heads, aother two around their shoulders and the last two behind her back, she leaned down and whispered, “Hey boys, don’t tell me you both started to have fun without me?”

Carrot froze. Who the hell was speaking… and why like that? He turned and saw… either heaven itself or he really was just that high. Edge himself was a little more lucid, and upon turning to ask Carrot what the fuck kind of impression he was making, he came face-to-face with the spider, and jerked back, slipping off the couch ass-first in the process. “H—OOOF– WHATSTHEFUCK ISTHIS??”

Muffet pouted at Edge before looking at Carrot smirking, “Awe, boys don’t be like that~ I’m not going to eat you… well… like that anyways.”

Carrot couldn’t even speak, he wanted to check if his soul didn’t shatter due to being so high, but he could barely move. But the bright as a neon sign blush on his face finally won out and he fell over to the side. Muffet laughed, almost falling over herself.

“Oh you two are perfect material!” she said between breaths, “I have to tell Occult about you two!”

She got out her phone and started texting him.

Morabito put a hand on Indigo’s shoulder, “Yeah, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Indigo released an exasperated sigh and leaned into his touch just on principle. He appreciated the mental support. “I can’t believe he corrupted Edge, too.”

At this point, he was genuinely considering moving out and relocating to Waterfall or Hotland, somewhere closer to Alphys. Hell, he’d take Undyne over this any day too. Edge recovered from his intoxicated shock, hoping to whatever god may exist that the spider monster was just a figment of his imagination, perhaps a result of all the weed he smoked in a coping frenzy, but no. No matter how much he blinked, she was still there. But the sound of Indigo’s voice was a saving grace for… about two seconds, and processing the look on the other skeleton’s face was all he needed to know. His host was disappointed. As Indigo left to open up all the windows in the house and get some of the hall closet fans installed to push out the marjuana air, Edge submitted to the shame, leaning against the foot of the couch to thoroughly die inside.

Morabito decided to sit at the table in hopes to avoid the absolute horror that was about to take place. He resigned himself with the fact that there would be no mercy here. He was just glad he was not the one with their head in the guillotine.

Muffet on the other hand decided that she hadn’t played enough with the edgy little Sans at the foot of the couch, so she went over to him and knelt down, grabbing his head in her hands, having one of them trace the back of his neck. “Awe, you okay, sweetie? I didn’t scare you, did I?” she feigned a sweet and concerned tone just to further mess with her new favorite victim.

“Holy shit, lady,” Edge narrowed his blurred red eyelights at her, at the very side of his vision. It’s not that he hated spiders, but they are the last thing a man wants to see when he’s high off his senses and staring blankly at the wall, hoping the texture would stop moving. “Couldn’t you knock before you came in?” “You left the door WIDE OPEN, you NUMBSKULLS!” Indigo yelled from the kitchen, gathering cleaning materials in preparation to bring the Sanspocalypse on the entire living room and perhaps the insides of Carrot and Edge’s craniums while he’s at it. There was no question at all that his disappointment was morphing into a determined and unfiltered cleaning rage. Edge gulped, beginning to sweat. He looked away from Muffet, used the couch’s arm to help himself up, then his legs betrayed him. If not for the couch being covered in cloth stuffed with feathers and dog hair, he would have dusted from hitting his forehead on the very thing he counted on to get him standing again. “MMPHH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.”

“You are my new favorite targets from now on…” Muffet grinned.

“Is… is it just me… or are there… stars… and galaxies… in her clothes…?” Carrot asked, squinting at the woman. “Wait… Muffet?... Did you roll around in glitter?”

“Wanna touch me and see if I did?” she stuck her tongue out at him.

Carrot blinked and stared at the ceiling to contemplate if he did die and go to heaven.

“Muffet… you are killing them.” Morabito hissed.

“I’m only playing with them!” she purred.

“I’m… I’m ace, I just wanted to remind myself.” Carrot blurted out, suddenly.

That broke her. She fell over laughing. Oh, she loved them. She absolutely LOVED them.

Meanwhile, Edge had pulled his hood over his face and started recounting every element in the periodic table. He got so engrossed in it, he hardly noticed Indigo slipped his arms under his and yanked him up. They were about halfway to the table when it finally registered, and when it did, Edge squirmed in Indigo’s hold, making the dragging treatment slightly more chaotic than it already was.

“HEY, WHAT THA FUCK IS THIS ABOUT? LEMME GO!” Indigo made no comment until he pinned Edge to the nearest chair until he stopped moving under the other skeleton’s judgemental stare. “I brought Morabito and Muffet here for a reason, Edge, and you are the only other source of information they asked for.” The general consensus from that second forward was for Edge to be on his best behavior, or they were gonna have another set of problems. Indigo never openly freaked out at Carrot whenever he got high unannounced and stank up the house, and Edge assumed he was getting the same treatment, but damn did he expect to receive hell once he was sober.

Carrot got up, shaking his head and then looking at Indigo, “Wait… wha?... What do you mean, Indi?”

He was genuinely confused before finally, FINALLY spotting Morabito, “Wait, why is Dream cosplaying a mobster?”

Morabito glared at Carrot for the comment, but didn’t say anything. He figured that once the two idiots were done being high enough to touch the stars, he’d finally not have to put up with the headache.

Muffet snickered at the comment, “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“I uh… I guess so…” Carrot said, trying to put a bit of distance between him and Muffet. He didn’t know what got into her, but… he didn’t want to find out. Where the hell did his asexuality go? Usually this sort of shit never fazed him!

“Muffet, cut it out. At this point I think his soul is going to leave his body.” Morabito said, trying his best to not growl at the woman.

Muffet nodded, “Okay, okay, I guess I’ll give them some mercy.”

Indigo sat in the chair farthest from the living room and slid a plate with bread and a glass of water to Edge in an unspoken order to consume the items. He had dealt with his brother’s mary jane usage too many times to know what could lessen the effects of it, if not by a little bit. The main thing was time, but they might not have that tonight.

Edge had to shut out the sounds of everyone else’s voices in order to focus on that command.

His host sent another damning look Carrot’s way before really settling, sitting at the table like an actual mob boss, with his elbows propped up on the surface, fingers laced together, and chin resting on top of them. “Muffet, let’s get this shit in order. I don’t know how much sanity I have left and don’t want to find out.”

“I agree.” Morabito said simply.

“Okay, I’ll stop messing with them!” Muffet frowned, she used her magic to drag Carrot over to the table and sit him down next to Morabito, who leaned away from him.

Carrot didn’t speak, knowing Indigo wouldn’t appreciate anything he said at the moment.

Muffet hummed. She was about to get started, only for a knock at the door. Indigo growled to himself, leaving the table to yank open the door, and whatever enthusiasm Undyne was prepared to walk in with immediately tucked tail and ran. “Yes, Undyne?”

Undyne lost her words for a moment, finally finding some of them she nervously spoke, “Heya kid, I saw your new friends on the cameras and I uh… was hoping if I could join you and them… I uh… I am also worried about Dream.”

Indigo’s eye twitched. “I am 31 years old and pay a mortgage. Never call me ‘kid’ again.”

“Sorry.” she said, scooting past him and walking in. She gave a nervous wave to the two visitors.

“You’re 31?” Morabito asked. “I thought you were twelve.”

“Ever heard the sound of a skull breaking glass, tough guy?”

Morabito decided to not answer the obvious threat.

Muffet was recording the entire thing, “Oh, you’re so much like the Sans I had…”

“I’m not gonna ask,” Indigo replied, taking his seat once again. Undyne followed his example. The tension in the room was indescribable, and right now, Indigo was not intent on repairing that. After this, all he wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and pass out. He didn’t care where.

Muffet took a long deep breath as she stopped recording. “Okay, to get this started, I’m sure you’re all really worried about Dream, and so are we. He is currently under the care of my Papyrus – Occultatum — along with a Toriel and Alphys from an Asylumtale. They’re doing everything in their power to keep him alive.”

“They’re using my Positivity Magic to do so. I left them with a supply of my arrows to keep him alive as long as possible to find anything that can cure the venom in his body.” Morabito explained, “In my AU, the venom myself and my version of Nightmare relates to positivity and negativity. Obviously if I’m the positive one, DeVille is the negative one.”

“That’s fucking on the nose…” Carrot mumbled. “His name is literally Devil.”

“He’s not really a… bad guy per se, we just feed off of Positive and Negative desires respectively.” Morabito stated, “I’m currently trying to do my best to do Dream’s job while he’s out of it. I’ve been hit with DeVille’s venom several times, trust me when I say it’s not fun.”

“What does it do, exactly?” Undyne asked, “I’ve been trying to analyze it, but I can’t tell what exactly it does.”

“It literally enhances all negative emotions a person has. If it were to hit someone like say, Indigo right now, he’d probably be tearing everyone here limb from limb.” Morabito stated, “But if it is someone like me or Dream, it opens the door to feeling all negative emotions in full. From disgust, to loathing.”

“And since Dream is a being of pure positivity,” Muffet sighed, “He’s pretty much dying until we can get that venom cured.” Undyne looked like she was three seconds away from chucking one of Indigo’s chairs out the nearest window and isolating herself in The Lab to hyperfocus on curing Dream without interruption. The scientist sprang from her seat when Morabito dropped the bomb, and was now clutching the chair’s spine tight enough to make indents in the furbished, carefully chiseled wood.

For once, Indigo was relieved Carrot was mentally jumping off the moon. If he were sober, he could clearly visualize him planning revenge so intensely one could read exactly what he wanted to do off the shape of whatever wrinkles skeletons were capable of forming to highlight intense stress.

Of course, most of that was pure exaggeration, but whichever poor soul was reading this got the idea.

But Edge was not the same. If anything, whenever he got high, his sensitivity level skyrocketed. The poor guy had frozen in time mid-bite out of the bread Indigo had thrown at him not several minutes earlier. Before Indigo himself could get a word in, Edge slowly pushed his plate away. “...he’s dyin’?” “They said he could be dying if he doesn’t get help, Edge,” his host solemnly replied. Indigo took his arms off the table in favor of hugging himself for comfort’s sake, staring down at the grain of the wood. “But what can we do? Whada they need from us?”

“We don’t really want anything from you, more that we were hoping you’d all be willing to go to Outerswap with us to help Dream stay calm and not break down on us while we get him settled down. If not, we can deliver a message from you all or a gift box, something to keep him stable… emotionally.” Muffet said simply.

“After all, he isn’t exactly in a familiar setting, being in the Outer Realms.” Morabito stated.

Muffet nodded. “The Outer Realms have never been visited by him or your version of Sketch, and it’s bad enough that things are very different in that area, so something familiar would be nice.”

Edge leaned forwards in his seat, holding a hand over his skull to block out how bright the dining room light was, but otherwise remained as focussed as he could manage in his current state. “Wait,... who’s Sketch?” “I have the same question.” Indigo got out of his seat and put the chair in, leaving for the kitchen. Maybe it was to clean up or something, even though Edge was certain he and Carrot did nothing to that area of the house. Their tomfoolery was limited to the living room only, last he checked.

“Idiot with a giant paint brush, can be as tone deaf as an arsonist in an antique shop, has a tendency to go around the entire multiverse just because he can, no matter what is going on. Fights glitchy assholes for a living.” Morabito stated.

There was a distant gasp, then a crash from the kitchen. Indigo rushed out, hovering in the entryway. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE INK!”

“THAT’S IT!” Undyne, shoved her chair back in place and barged out the front door. Indigo had the thought to drag her back in, but she wasn’t a threat to anyone or anything just yet, and he doubted she was a danger to herself these days either. The armored skeleton had to lean against the wall, close to tears but somehow holding himself together, “Do you know where he is? He went MIA weeks ago, I assume to find Error or something else like him.”

Edge, however, snuck a sip of his water and slipped off his hood. “You kiddin’ me, smalls? Tracking that guy is a suicide mission. Ink is a goner.” “No, Edge, you don’t understand Ink if you think he can die like the rest of us,” Indigo stressed. He slipped off his gloves and twisted them into a rope-like texture, stimming to cope with the stress of not only one of his friends being hospitalized and close to death, but the other one possibly not that far behind.

He didn’t know Error’s status. For his mental stability, Indigo had to avoid the topic of him completely and assumed Ink and Dream handled the rest. But he knew, oh did he know, just what that guy was capable of. Anything with code? Anything that existed at all, wasn’t safe from him. Ink probably couldn’t die, that much was true, but he definitely wasn’t in the clear. Carrot sat up, his eyes trained on his brother. The lanky skeleton dragged himself to the kitchen, practically hovering over Indigo. “Bro, you’re spiraling.”

“Papyrus, we have more important things to worry about than this.” “I don’t care. Go lay down.” Indigo grimaced, but retreated upstairs as advised.

“If that Ink guy is anything like Sketch, he’s probably chasing his version of Klezmer.” Morabito sighed, “Trying to kill the bastard because of petty grudges and arguing over their own fucked up versions of helping people.”

Muffet nodded, “We don’t know anything about Ink, but we’ll keep an eye out for him while we’re out trying to keep Dream’s job going strong.”

“I seriously need to ask the bastard how he keeps this up, I’m so tired…” Morabito held his head trying to keep his cool.

“Well, what’s your decision?” Muffet asked, “Any of you want to go, or would you want me to send a message?”

Edge sighed, exchanged a knowing look with Carrot, then addressed Muffet. “Yeah, we’ll haveta go with you. We gotta get smalls in order first, though.”

Carrot nodded, “Yeah, I’ll text Undyne and see if she’s up for the trip.”

“Glad to hear it,” Muffet smiled, “We’ll be here tomorrow, so be sure to be ready by the afternoon.”

“Will-do.” Carrot said simply.

With that, the duo from the outer realms left using one of Muffet’s portals.

After a moment Carrot sunk to the floor, and just tried to hold all of his chaotic thoughts in order. Whoever this DeVille is… He was fucking dead.

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MONDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO: “You Won’t Be Seeing Me Anymore” by Tim (a.k.a. Chris) Andrews https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8bhFTWVNVU This was recorded in London, but it has a folk-pop California sound that could’ve come from Laurel Canyon or San Francisco circa 1967 (when this song was made). On a cosmic jukebox this track would play next to It’s A Beautiful Day (“White Bird”) and Love. It was written by Gordon Haskell, Tim/Chris Andrews’s former bandmate from Fleur de Lys. Gordon is often noted for his role in an early incarnation of King Crimson, but beyond that he was a prolific singer-songwriter who, after years as a “starving folksinger,” found success with the hit single “How Wonderful You Are” and the platinum album HARRY’S BAR.

The lyrics are about seasonal love, coming from a young man who travels for a long time and leaves his troubled sweetheart behind. The track (w/Gordon on bass and guitar) was produced by Paul Clay (Ace Kefford, Sharon Tandy, early Yes) and Mike Noble (Joan Armatrading, Fleur de Lys, John Kongos). It was the B-side of “Sad Simon Lives Again,” Tim’s first solo single after he’d signed with renowned producer, promoter, and music executive Tony Hall (who’d plugged The Beatles, Carmen McRae, and later inked Black Sabbath’s first record deal). Tim later reverted to his real name Chris and went on as a solo act and a collaborator with Roger Daltrey, David Essex, and Davy Jones (Monkees).

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Harringrove Flip-Reverse It Challenge ^^

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's finally here and I can unleash these fics into the world, woo hoo! Thanks so much to @harringrove-flip-reverse-it for the wonderful prompts for this week. Here's my fic for Monday. I also have fics planned for Wednesday, Friday and Sunday :D

CW: sexual themes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday 27th March SFW: School Project

"How much longer do I need to carry him for Harrington?!"

It shouldn't be funny. It really shouldn't, and he knew that he would get into so much shit for finding it so. But there was something about the scene which made Steve wish he had a camera on him. Maybe it was the lumbering around as if he'd just gotten off horseback. Maybe it was the cursing and the occasional grunts of disapproval. Maybe it was how he looked overall. Maybe it was all of the above. But what he'd have given to have a polaroid of this moment to smirk at for years to come. To smile at in times where smiling seemed hard to do. Glancing over his shoulder, Steve smirked at an increasingly pissed off Hargrove marching a short distance behind him. White flour bag strapped to his chest by a thick harness and the most grumpiest look on his face that Steve had seen in a while.

It was day 2 of their school project for Mrs Glass' class and it seemed like already Hargrove wanted to shift full parental responsibilities over to him. Not that that was gonna happen. They'd already agreed Monday, Wednesday and Fridays were his days and Hargrove would have him Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Sundays were a free for all at the moment, over which neither could agree on. So today was Hargrove's turn to carry the baby and attend to its imaginary needs. Saying that, the smug look on Steve's face, the glint in his eyes, were probably another cause for Hargrove's foul mood. Because as soon as the teens had been paired up in class, they'd been making things difficult for each other. For example, he'd nearly dropped the baby twice yesterday. Admittedly, yeah one was his own fault but the other had been deliberate sabotage by Hargrove who'd let go way too early and left him hitting the deck rather than the baby. Visions of white powder and a disapproving tut and 'F' from the teacher had played in slow motion as he'd just managed to catch him, to sniggers from above. Bastard. Clearly didn't give a shit about their grade. At least that's what Steve thought. The guy might not give a shit about detention either for messing around but Steve wanted to actually get something higher than a C at some point this year. Wanted to bring home a card which didn't go straight in the trash. He was sick of seeing that look on his dad's face when he merely glanced at the card and then either tore it up or put in straight in the kitchen bin. As if that's what he thought that's what it was worth. Not the paper the ink had been scribbled on.

"Come on man, it's just around the block," he grinned, motioning to the corner with his head and then continuing down the street casually. Hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other. Still keeping distance between him and Hargrove and the "baby". He even made sure the wind wasn't blowing in their direction. Hargrove though. He'd nearly set fire to the baby yesterday when lighting up. Just shrugged and put the baby on the table like the bag of flour it was. "Shouldn't av gotten the baby so close Harrington. Irresponsible parenting man," was the response he'd gotten after shouting. Irresponsible parenting geez…like he wasn't familiar with that concept. And who'd been the one putting fire near paper. Jesus.

Now finally at his, Steve dug the key out of his pocket, opening the door and smirking as Hargrove strode quickly through it as if he didn't want to be seen dead the way he was. "After you ma'am."

A hefty swipe and Steve was left sans cigarette, staring at Hargrove as he barged past and beelined straight for the kitchen. Not even stopping to take off his shoes or anything, and the cigarette was still lit. Great.

"Hey no smoking in here! Or around the baby! Jesus…." Banging the door shut in frustration, Steve quickly slipped off his Nikes, hurrying through to the kitchen and leaning on the doorframe. Expecting carnage. If Hargrove had done something stupid like stubbed a hole in the baby or ditched him on the counter or something, it was gonna be his turn to be pissed. It was bad enough that he had to work with him with the first place. Without even thinking about the complications their teaming up was causing.

Like seeing Hargrove sat there in his kitchen the way he was was doing things to him that it really, really shouldn't have been. Apparently for now, Hargrove had decided to play nicely. A window had already been thrown wide open and the now extinguished cigarette was behind his ear. Not a spot on the baby to be seen. Sat casually on one of the chairs, he'd pulled it out so he could casually drape himself over it, carefree with the baby now on his lap. Derpy marker drawn face staring directly at Steve. Their eyes met for a moment before Hargrove's headed south and then shot back up, a great grin where a smirk had been as he leaned further back. Studying Steve with amusement before looking around. Then he spotted it and Steve looked away as a full throttle laugh blow out of Hargrove, who after grabbing the baby, stood up and started to make his way to something on the floor. A Moses basket.

"Holy shit Harrington." Hargrove's snorts continued as he now started to scan the room as if looking for more baby paraphernalia. "Something you're not telling me pretty boy?" "Shut up man. Mom brought it down from the attic so it would look like like I was taking something seriously for once in front of my dad." A partial lie. The first part but not the second. His mom had been too preoccupied with packing last night to even notice the flour baby or acknowledge her son. His dad however had at first making the same assumption as Hargrove seemed to have done. That there was a real baby out there with a piece of paper that had Steve Harrington's name on it. But when he'd finally noticed the school project, he'd just muttered something about his son finally taking something seriously for once and then had walked out to sort the car.

"So defensive man. Maybe you do need this more than me." A smirk, but Hargrove only tapped the cigarette. Not making any attempt to hand it back over. Not that Steve really cared at all. The other teen loved to try and get under his skin, in any way he could. But he had plenty more where that came from. So what was one? He was soon driven to finding another though, heading back out into the hallway to go and find his cigarettes. Hargrove's eyes burning on his back. Snatching up his jacket, he rooted through all of the pockets to find his pack and then paused. He didn't even have to turn around to know Hargrove was now stood right behind him. He'd not even heard the guy coming.

"Relax Harrington," Hargrove chuckled as Steve slowly turned around, an unimpressed look on his face. Seriously did this guy not know personal place? He was stood way too close for Steve's liking. "Baby's down for now. Nice and cosy." That shit eating grin just drew an eye roll from Steve who managed to nudge his way out with his shoulder and made his way back to the kitchen. Like hell he trusted Hargrove's word. He'd probably stuff him in the sink or something. But on looking in from the door, he saw that nope. Hargrove had actually proved him wrong and wasn't actually just yanking his chain. The baby was safe and sound in the Mose blanket. Little face peering out from the blanket and Hargrove's denim jacket, which somehow Steve hadn't even noticed the other had taken off. "You gonna have to trust me man. Can't be watching me all the darn time."

Spinning on his heel, Steve was met with Hargrove being way closer than he had been before, causing him to brush up against him in a manner he'd tried to avoid. Had he not been so darn fixated on making sure the other teen had done what he'd said he had, he wouldn't be in this mess. Now trapped up against the doorframe with nowhere to go. "Feels like you could do with relaxing in more ways than one." "Bite me." That shit eating grin, those narrowed eyes as one hand came over his head. It was so hard to not stare at him. Not notice that his shirt was done down like it always was. Showing off his chest in a way Steve had really tried his hardest to not stare at. Darn it was hard and well, he could feel the effects it had had despite his best not to. Instead though, he concentrated on staring back, fire in his eyes as the other finally chuckled and shook his head. Lips now brushing against Steve's ear. "Don't tempt me." He couldn't breathe. It was like the world shrank to a pinpoint and then he was gone. A whole chasm between them as Hargrove studied him, practically pushing himself up against the door so Steve could keep himself upright. Shit. The vein in his neck was pulsing, as if it was waiting to be bitten. To be torn into, and the look that crossed Hargrove's face suggested that maybe he was thinking the same thing. The other teen's stare draping over his neck before looking downwards. Shit, shit, shit. He couldn't move his leg fast enough, the snigger telling him he'd been seen. Not like Hargrove couldn't have felt him earlier

Don't tempt him….what the hell…. Fucking little…that look now saying that Steve should be more careful with his words. His own look swirling in warning and something else which he didn't want to be seen. Too late. Hargrove had taken the look and twisted it, using it as a challenge. Almost looking as if he was gonna take it as an invite. But he didn't. Just leaned against the fridge and watched him. Well Steve wasn't in a submissive mood or in the mood for this bullshit. Either Hargrove's or his own. What the hell was going on with him today? "Hormones giving you hell huh?" It was a slight cackle, a tone which Steve didn't appreciate as the other teen continued to stare him down. But it was more hunger than anything that Steve now saw. His own eyes now darting across the heated blues which were spearing him. Making him feel like he was still pinned against the door frame. Steve didn't really know where this was going but as Hargrove just stood there. His look saying nothing more than, well King Steve. Your move. -----------------------NFSW Incoming in 3, 2, 1 ;)-------------------

Bang

The door slammed against the wall, echoing into the hall as a whirlwind of limbs and a back up against it announced the arrival of the two horny teens. Steve briefly pinned against it, fierce lips tugged at Hargrove's before he was pushed into his room. Hands hastily grabbing at fabric and hair as they both clumsily made their way to his bed. It seemed that after many shower "incidents" and much hair pulling, things had finally come to a head. That they were finally doing something about the testarone (sp) filled rivalry which had ruled their days. Just probably not in the way that most people would have expected or wanted. But fuck them. Who else needed to know?

If anything, it was Mrs Glass' fault for putting them together in the first place.

Falling onto the bed, shirts were soon on the floor. Pants being worked down with as much haste as their kissing. Their hands fondling anywhere they could reach. So much time wasted when they could have just got on with it, or maybe it hadn't been. Maybe the tension had been required for them to get to this point. Would either of them made a move otherwise? In this town? Yeah right. It was behind closed doors where they were safe. Not at school, not in the car park. Not even up at the quarry. Here. With his parents gone and no Hargrove-Mayfields about to walk in on them either.

"Top drawer, on the right." No arguments for a chance. Just the other teen pushing off him, finally shedding his jeans and chucking them onto the pile of their clothes which had been rapidly growing. Leaving Steve just in his boxers and Hargrove in his chain. Cigarette tossed onto the desk as he started to rummage through the drawer.

"Lube?" "Should be same drawer."

A pause and then a smirk as Hargrove threw him a knowing look over his shoulder and a bit of cheekiness in there. "All out Harrington." There were a couple of packets now in the other's hand. His ring catching the light as he moved slowly back over to the bed. Widening grin as he saw Steve's look. The way he now stared at him without hiding but a tiny bit of shame. He'd been certain that he still had some packets left but maybe he'd thrown them for being out of date or somethin'. "'Tis fine. I got a better idea anyway." Knees either side of Steve's waist, the teen leaned over him. It didn't matter he was the shorter, he still seemed to tower over him. Hands on the wall and pushing himself up as if he was about to start to do press ups on him. Staring down with eyes that caught his own and made him swallow hard. The look from his dreams. Cos yeah, he'd dreamt about something like this. Maybe even jerked himself off to it. It had made him feel ashamed but the feeling it had given him had been worth it. And now, being here, having him actually on his bed….. It was like he was dreaming all over again. He didn't even realise how zoned out and lost thinking about his fantasy he'd been until a surprisingly gentle hand reached under his chin and tilted it up. Eyes now staring as if into his very soul. "You didn't hear a word I just said did ya?" A shake of his head and a hearty small laugh from Hargrove, who shook his head in turn. Flicking blonde hair over his shoulder before turning his attention back onto Steve. Amused as all hell but there was a brightness to his eyes which hadn't been there before. "Wanna help me out with the lack of lube issue Harrington?"

Now it was Steve's turn to chuckle, sucking in his bottom lip. Not sure really how to respond. Put it this way, it wasn't a no. It was just the fact he couldn't get over how ridiculous this all was. They were supposed to be downstairs doing a dumb assignment, writing in the journal that they were meant to. Keep. Not up in his bedroom about to do each other. It was crazy, it was madness and the more he thought about it, the more he thought this may have been one of the dumbest things he'd ever done. He knew it was his dick talking, it had to be, but bizarrely, this also felt right. "I' ain't getting' on my knees for you." "Ain't expecting you to. Though it'll just make it harder for you man." Harder? Oh the connotations of that and boy was Steve's mind in the gutter. Smiling up at the other, he merely watched as Hargrove started to move towards him, itching his backend up bit by bit until he was practically sat in Steve's chest. Making him come face to face with the massive dick which he'd tried to always divert his eyes from when they'd showered together. When they'd been dressing in the changing rooms and Steve had had to stare ahead to stop himself from even snatching a glance. He'd already seen that Hargrove went commando. The lack of brief or boxers in his clothes pile when they did gym and basketball had told that story. But he'd not known if it had been all the time or not. Now he figured that it probably was the first. And apparently he also used cologne….down there. Because it felt musky but not in the way he had imagined it, or smelt on his own hands after he'd finished giving himself one. Who the hell….never mind. Hargrove did. That was the quick answer to that one. Hopefully his dick wouldn't taste bad then. He didn't imagine that he actually used it on his dick …did he?

"Liking the view down there?" An eye roll and then his eyes glanced upwards. Amusement of course was what he saw but he realised that whilst he'd been musing about things, Hargrove hadn't taken his eyes off of him. He'd been watching and he wondered if now he was about to get down to business, actually do this for the first time in a while, if he would continue to watch. Only one way to find out. His tongue flickered across his lips before he raised his head a little to meet soft skin. Running his tongue and down before drawing his tongue out to lap slowly. Feeling the heat on his cheeks and the gaze down on him as he heard a groan above him and a slight shiver, before Hargrove steeled himself again and tilted his head up a little.

"That's it pretty boy."

There'd been a time when those words would have bristled. Caused his skin to prickle in a way that said fight. But now it was prickling through anticipation, as he placed his tongue back on and started to work it. He needed to be all wet after all but why make it a quick job. Hargrove seemed to like it slow, given his reaction and were they really in any hurry? Depended how impatient Hargrove was he guessed. Maybe the teen wouldn't appreciate it. But as before, he could only try and find out.

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shynetyme06 · 1 year ago

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Happy ink sans Monday + inktobertale day 2

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Holidays 9.12

Holidays

Alligator Awareness Day

Amilcar Cabral Day (Guinea Bissau)

Bass Tuba Day

Battle of Vienna Anniversary Day

Burlesque Day

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Day of Conception (a.k.a. Procreation Day; Russia)

Day of the Land Forces (Poland)

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Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 2: Interdependence

End Digital Poverty Day (UK)

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Goldenrod Day (French Republic)

Hey, Hey, It’s The Monkees Day

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National Flexible Working Day

National Hug and High Five Day

National Ink and Toner Day

Nationality Day (Cape Verde Islands)

National Just One Human Family Day

National Police Woman Day

National Programmers Day

National Reading Group Day

National Report Medicare Fraud Day

National Taylor Day

National Video Games Day

912 Day (Savannah)

Olympia Asteroid Day

Pioneers Day (Rhodesia)

Porsche 912 Day

Ruhnama Day (Book of the Soul; Turkmenistan)

Riglametha (Elder Scrolls)

Saint Patrick’s Battalion Mass Hanging Commemoration (Mexico)

Saragarhi Day (India)

Stand Up Against Bullying Day (Nova Scotia)

Steve Biko Day (South Africa)

Thank a Programmer Day

World Dolphin Day

World Goalball Day

World Rubber Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Milkshake Day

National Blackberry Day (UK)

National Juicy Lucy Day

Popcorn Day

Independence & Related Days

ISTER Princedom (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Revolution Day (Ethiopia)

2nd Thursday in September

MPN Awareness Day [2nd Thursday]

National Day of the Working Parent [2nd Thursday]

National School Picture Day [2nd Thursday]

R U OK? Day (Australia) [2nd Thursday]

Stop a Suicide Today [Thursday of the Week including the 10th]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thoughtful Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Toast Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

United Tribes International PowWow begins (Thru Sunday; North Dakota) [Thursday after 1st Monday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 12 (2nd Full Week of September)

National Write Your Book in a Weekend Weekends [thru 9.15] (also in Feb, Apr & Nov)

Festivals Beginning September 12, 2024

Agricultural Fair (New Portland, Maine) [thru 9.15]

Annapolis Songwriters Festival (Annapolis, Maryland) [thru 9.15]

Atlanta Food & Wine Festival (Atlanta, Georgia) [thru 9.15]

Bandon Cranberry Festival (Bandon, Oregon) [thru 9.13]

Blair Cheese Festival (Blair, Wisconsin) [thru 9.15]

Budapest Wine Festival (Budapest, Hungary) [thru 9.15]

Chicago Jazz Getaway (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 9.15]

Feast of San Gennaro (New York, New York) [thru 9.22]

GOGBOT (Enschede, Netherlands)

GrapeFest (Grapevine, Texas) [thru 9.15]

Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony (Cambridge, Massachusetts)

Kyiv International Short Film Festival (Kyiv, Ukraine) [thru 9.18]

Lodi Grape Festival (Lodi, California) [thru 9.15]

Odesa Classics (Ghent, Belgium)

Oklahoma State Fair (Oklahoma City, Oklahoma) [thru 9.22]

Saint George's Annual Middle Eastern Food Festival (Birmingham, Alabama) [thru 9.14]

Seymour Apple Festival (Seymour, Missouri) [thru 9.14]

St. John Parish Applefest (Fenton, Michigan) [thru 9.15]

Tunbridge World's Fair (Tunbridge, Vermont) [thru 9.15]

viennacontemporary (Vienna, Austria) [thru 9.15]

Vintage & Vine (Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Wormtown Music Festival (Greenfield, Massachusetts) [thru 9.15]

Feast Days

Ailbe (a.k.a. Elvis or Eilfyw) of Emly (Christian; Saint)

Anselm Feuerbach (Artology)

Athanasius (Christian; Saint)

Bassian of Tikhsnen in Vologda (Christian; Saint)

Ben Shahn (Artology)

Buzz Crescendo (Muppetism)

Carl Eytel (Artology)

Charles Dudley Warner (Writerism)

Daniel of Thassius (Christian; Saint)

Day of Ishtar and TammuzI (Pagan)

Ebontius (Christian; Saint)

Eanswide (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Atabei (Goddess Mother; Tainos, West Indies)

The Feast of the Holy Name of Mary (14th century Christian)

Freymóður Jóhannsson (Artology)

Gahambar Paitishahen begins (Zoroastrian)

Guy of Anderlecht (Christian; Saint)

Hieromartyr Autonomous, Bishop of Iconium (Christian; Saint)

H.L. Mencken (Writerism)

The Most Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Christian)

John Henry Hobart (Episcopal Church (USA))

Julian of Galatia and His 40 Martyrs (Christian; Martyrs)

Laisrén mac Nad Froích (Christian; Saint)

Macedonios, Tatian, and Theodoulos (Christian; Martyrs)

Martyrdom of Imam Hasan Askari (Iran)

Michael Ondaatje (Writerism)

Milo Manara (Artology)

Nakedness Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Personal Harvest Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Robert Irwin (Artology)

Rojas (Positivist; Saint)

Rush to Judgement Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Saragarhi Day (Sikhism)

Sacerdos of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Stanisław Lem (Writerism)

The 3 Things Kings Don’t Share Day (Treasure, Hawk & Thief (a.k.a. His Taxman) Celtic Book of Days)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [50 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

The Archaeology of Knowledge and The Discourse on Language, by Michel Foucault (Science Book; 1969)

Birds in Love (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1936)

Black Sea, by XTC (Album; 1980)

Bonanza (TV Series; 1959)

Bony Marine, recorded by Larry Williams (Song; 1957)

Burgled Bullwinkle or The Moose Nappers (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 107; 1961)

Burn After Reading (Film; 2008)

The Busy Barber (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1932)

The Case of the Cockeyed Canary (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1958)

The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1958)

Charlie Chan in London (Film; 1934)

Chips Off the Old Block (MGM Cartoon; 1942)

Circus, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1995)

A Crown for Bullwinkle or Monarch Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 108; 1961)

Death Magnetic, by Metallica (Album; 2008)

Donald and Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Family Affair (TV Series; 1966)

Feast and Furious (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1958)

A Fly Went By, by Mike McClintock (Children’s Book; 1958)

FutureSex: LoveSounds, by Justin Timberlake (Album; 2006)

Hope, by Klaatu (Album; 1977)

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, by Hannah Green (Novel: 1963)

I Put a Spell on You, recorded by Screaming’ Jay Hawkins (Song; 1956)

Jack the Giant Killer (Ub Iwerks Laugh-O-Grams Cartoon; 1922)

Lost in Translation (Film; 2003)

Love Is a Battlefield, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1983)

Malice Aforethought, by Francis Iles (Novel; 1931)

Maroon, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 2000)

Mastering the Art of French Cooking, by Julia Child (Cookbook; 1961)

Millennium Actress (Anime Film; 2003)

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, by Lauryn Hill (Album; 1998)

The Monkees (TV Series; 1966)

The Mystery of the Lizard Men (Animated TV Show; Jonny Quest #1; 1964)

Never Bug An Ant (And & the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

North, by Matchbox Twenty (Album; 2012)

Old MacDonald Duck (Disney Cartoon; 1941)

Once Upon a Time in Mexico (Film; 2003)

Party of Five (TV Series; 1994)

Peaky Blinders (TV Series; 2013)

Popeye and the Pirates (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1947)

Porky’s Moving Day (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Protector (Known Space), by Larry Niven (Novel; 1973)

Pump, by Aerosmith (Album; 1989)

Rabbit Is Rich, by John Updike (Novel: 1981) [Rabbit #3]

The Rat Patrol (TV Series; 1966)

The Royal Four-Flusher (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1947)

Showtime at the Apollo (TV Series; 1987)

The Skeleton Twins (Film; 2014)

The Smurfs (Animated TV Series; 1981)

Symphony No. 8 in E-Flat Major (a.k.a. Symphony of A Thousand), by Gustav Mahler (Symphony; 1910)

Tarzan of the Apes (Radio Series; 1932)

Taxi (TV Series; 1978)

Through the Past, Darkly, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1969)

The Try Guys (YouTube Show; 2014)

Tweety’s High-Flying Adventure (WB Animated Film; 2000)

The Village Specialist (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1931)

Walkin’ on Wall Street (Money Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1996)

Welcome to the Black Parade, by My Chemical Romance (Song; 2006)

Wish You Were Here, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1975)

The World of Atom Ant and Secret Squirrel (Hanna Barbera Animated TV Special; 1965)

+, by Ed Sheeran (Album; 2011)

Today’s Name Days

Eberhard, Gerfried, Guido, Maria (Austria)

Dubravko, Marija (Croatia)

Marie (Czech Republic)

Guido (Denmark)

Meeli, Meelike, Meila, Meili, Melanie, Mella, Melli (Estonia)

Valma, Vilja (Finland)

Apollinaire (France)

Gerfried, Maria Manen (Germany)

Mária (Hungary)

Cesarea, Maria (Italy)

Albins, Erna, Eva, Evita, Selga (Latvia)

Gvidas, Marija, Tolvaldas, Vaidmantė (Lithuania)

Jofrid, Jorid (Norway)

Amadeusz, Amedeusz, Cyrus, Gwidon, Maria, Piotr, Radzimir, Sylwin (Poland)

Autonóm (Romania)

Mária (Slovakia)

Estíbaliz, María (Spain)

Åsa, Åslög (Sweden)

Aloise, Aloysia, Guido, Guy (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 256 of 2024; 110 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of Week 37 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 12 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 10 (Ji-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 9 Elul 5784

Islamic: 8 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 16 Gold; Twosday [16 of 30]

Julian: 30 August 2024

Moon: 65%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 4 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Otway]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 85 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 22 of 32)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 9.12

Holidays

Alligator Awareness Day

Amilcar Cabral Day (Guinea Bissau)

Bass Tuba Day

Battle of Vienna Anniversary Day

Burlesque Day

Cedar Tree Day (Lebanon)

Cinema Day (Iran)

Cleopatra’s Needle Day (UK)

Commercial Motor Vehicle Driver Appreciation Day

Day of Conception (a.k.a. Procreation Day; Russia)

Day of the Land Forces (Poland)

Day of the Programmer

Defender's Day (Maryland)

Diocletian New Year

Disability Awareness Day (UK)

Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 2: Interdependence

End Digital Poverty Day (UK)

Enkutatash (Ethiopia, Rastafari) [Leap Years; 1st Day of Mäskäräm]

European Migraine Day of Action

Family Contact Day (Russia)

Goldenrod Day (French Republic)

Hey, Hey, It’s The Monkees Day

International Cinema Day

International Crochet Day

International Day for South-South Cooperation (UN)

Investigative Committee Day (Belarus)

Jesse Owens Day (Ohio)

Keddus Johannes (Geez New Year; Eritrea)

Lomia Asteroid Day

Marathon Day

Mindfulness Day

National Day (Cape Verde)

National Day of Civic Hacking

National Day of Encouragement

National Dementia Carers Day (UK)

National Flexible Working Day

National Hug and High Five Day

National Ink and Toner Day

Nationality Day (Cape Verde Islands)

National Just One Human Family Day

National Police Woman Day

National Programmers Day

National Reading Group Day

National Report Medicare Fraud Day

National Taylor Day

National Video Games Day

912 Day (Savannah)

Olympia Asteroid Day

Pioneers Day (Rhodesia)

Porsche 912 Day

Ruhnama Day (Book of the Soul; Turkmenistan)

Riglametha (Elder Scrolls)

Saint Patrick’s Battalion Mass Hanging Commemoration (Mexico)

Saragarhi Day (India)

Stand Up Against Bullying Day (Nova Scotia)

Steve Biko Day (South Africa)

Thank a Programmer Day

World Dolphin Day

World Goalball Day

World Rubber Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Milkshake Day

National Blackberry Day (UK)

National Juicy Lucy Day

Popcorn Day

Independence & Related Days

ISTER Princedom (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Revolution Day (Ethiopia)

2nd Thursday in September

MPN Awareness Day [2nd Thursday]

National Day of the Working Parent [2nd Thursday]

National School Picture Day [2nd Thursday]

R U OK? Day (Australia) [2nd Thursday]

Stop a Suicide Today [Thursday of the Week including the 10th]

Thirsty Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thoughtful Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

Three for Thursday [Every Thursday]

Thrift Store Thursday [Every Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Toast Thursday [2nd Thursday of Each Month]

United Tribes International PowWow begins (Thru Sunday; North Dakota) [Thursday after 1st Monday]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 12 (2nd Full Week of September)

National Write Your Book in a Weekend Weekends [thru 9.15] (also in Feb, Apr & Nov)

Festivals Beginning September 12, 2024

Agricultural Fair (New Portland, Maine) [thru 9.15]

Annapolis Songwriters Festival (Annapolis, Maryland) [thru 9.15]

Atlanta Food & Wine Festival (Atlanta, Georgia) [thru 9.15]

Bandon Cranberry Festival (Bandon, Oregon) [thru 9.13]

Blair Cheese Festival (Blair, Wisconsin) [thru 9.15]

Budapest Wine Festival (Budapest, Hungary) [thru 9.15]

Chicago Jazz Getaway (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 9.15]

Feast of San Gennaro (New York, New York) [thru 9.22]

GOGBOT (Enschede, Netherlands)

GrapeFest (Grapevine, Texas) [thru 9.15]

Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony (Cambridge, Massachusetts)

Kyiv International Short Film Festival (Kyiv, Ukraine) [thru 9.18]

Lodi Grape Festival (Lodi, California) [thru 9.15]

Odesa Classics (Ghent, Belgium)

Oklahoma State Fair (Oklahoma City, Oklahoma) [thru 9.22]

Saint George's Annual Middle Eastern Food Festival (Birmingham, Alabama) [thru 9.14]

Seymour Apple Festival (Seymour, Missouri) [thru 9.14]

St. John Parish Applefest (Fenton, Michigan) [thru 9.15]

Tunbridge World's Fair (Tunbridge, Vermont) [thru 9.15]

viennacontemporary (Vienna, Austria) [thru 9.15]

Vintage & Vine (Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Wormtown Music Festival (Greenfield, Massachusetts) [thru 9.15]

Feast Days

Ailbe (a.k.a. Elvis or Eilfyw) of Emly (Christian; Saint)

Anselm Feuerbach (Artology)

Athanasius (Christian; Saint)

Bassian of Tikhsnen in Vologda (Christian; Saint)

Ben Shahn (Artology)

Buzz Crescendo (Muppetism)

Carl Eytel (Artology)

Charles Dudley Warner (Writerism)

Daniel of Thassius (Christian; Saint)

Day of Ishtar and TammuzI (Pagan)

Ebontius (Christian; Saint)

Eanswide (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Atabei (Goddess Mother; Tainos, West Indies)

The Feast of the Holy Name of Mary (14th century Christian)

Freymóður Jóhannsson (Artology)

Gahambar Paitishahen begins (Zoroastrian)

Guy of Anderlecht (Christian; Saint)

Hieromartyr Autonomous, Bishop of Iconium (Christian; Saint)

H.L. Mencken (Writerism)

The Most Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Christian)

John Henry Hobart (Episcopal Church (USA))

Julian of Galatia and His 40 Martyrs (Christian; Martyrs)

Laisrén mac Nad Froích (Christian; Saint)

Macedonios, Tatian, and Theodoulos (Christian; Martyrs)

Martyrdom of Imam Hasan Askari (Iran)

Michael Ondaatje (Writerism)

Milo Manara (Artology)

Nakedness Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Personal Harvest Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Robert Irwin (Artology)

Rojas (Positivist; Saint)

Rush to Judgement Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Saragarhi Day (Sikhism)

Sacerdos of Lyon (Christian; Saint)

Stanisław Lem (Writerism)

The 3 Things Kings Don’t Share Day (Treasure, Hawk & Thief (a.k.a. His Taxman) Celtic Book of Days)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [50 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

The Archaeology of Knowledge and The Discourse on Language, by Michel Foucault (Science Book; 1969)

Birds in Love (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1936)

Black Sea, by XTC (Album; 1980)

Bonanza (TV Series; 1959)

Bony Marine, recorded by Larry Williams (Song; 1957)

Burgled Bullwinkle or The Moose Nappers (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 107; 1961)

Burn After Reading (Film; 2008)

The Busy Barber (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1932)

The Case of the Cockeyed Canary (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1958)

The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1958)

Charlie Chan in London (Film; 1934)

Chips Off the Old Block (MGM Cartoon; 1942)

Circus, by Lenny Kravitz (Album; 1995)

A Crown for Bullwinkle or Monarch Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 108; 1961)

Death Magnetic, by Metallica (Album; 2008)

Donald and Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Family Affair (TV Series; 1966)

Feast and Furious (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1958)

A Fly Went By, by Mike McClintock (Children’s Book; 1958)

FutureSex: LoveSounds, by Justin Timberlake (Album; 2006)

Hope, by Klaatu (Album; 1977)

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, by Hannah Green (Novel: 1963)

I Put a Spell on You, recorded by Screaming’ Jay Hawkins (Song; 1956)

Jack the Giant Killer (Ub Iwerks Laugh-O-Grams Cartoon; 1922)

Lost in Translation (Film; 2003)

Love Is a Battlefield, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1983)

Malice Aforethought, by Francis Iles (Novel; 1931)

Maroon, by Barenaked Ladies (Album; 2000)

Mastering the Art of French Cooking, by Julia Child (Cookbook; 1961)

Millennium Actress (Anime Film; 2003)

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, by Lauryn Hill (Album; 1998)

The Monkees (TV Series; 1966)

The Mystery of the Lizard Men (Animated TV Show; Jonny Quest #1; 1964)

Never Bug An Ant (And & the Aardvark Cartoon; 1969)

North, by Matchbox Twenty (Album; 2012)

Old MacDonald Duck (Disney Cartoon; 1941)

Once Upon a Time in Mexico (Film; 2003)

Party of Five (TV Series; 1994)

Peaky Blinders (TV Series; 2013)

Popeye and the Pirates (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1947)

Porky’s Moving Day (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Protector (Known Space), by Larry Niven (Novel; 1973)

Pump, by Aerosmith (Album; 1989)

Rabbit Is Rich, by John Updike (Novel: 1981) [Rabbit #3]

The Rat Patrol (TV Series; 1966)

The Royal Four-Flusher (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1947)

Showtime at the Apollo (TV Series; 1987)

The Skeleton Twins (Film; 2014)

The Smurfs (Animated TV Series; 1981)

Symphony No. 8 in E-Flat Major (a.k.a. Symphony of A Thousand), by Gustav Mahler (Symphony; 1910)

Tarzan of the Apes (Radio Series; 1932)

Taxi (TV Series; 1978)

Through the Past, Darkly, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1969)

The Try Guys (YouTube Show; 2014)

Tweety’s High-Flying Adventure (WB Animated Film; 2000)

The Village Specialist (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog MGM Cartoon; 1931)

Walkin’ on Wall Street (Money Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1996)

Welcome to the Black Parade, by My Chemical Romance (Song; 2006)

Wish You Were Here, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1975)

The World of Atom Ant and Secret Squirrel (Hanna Barbera Animated TV Special; 1965)

+, by Ed Sheeran (Album; 2011)

Today’s Name Days

Eberhard, Gerfried, Guido, Maria (Austria)

Dubravko, Marija (Croatia)

Marie (Czech Republic)

Guido (Denmark)

Meeli, Meelike, Meila, Meili, Melanie, Mella, Melli (Estonia)

Valma, Vilja (Finland)

Apollinaire (France)

Gerfried, Maria Manen (Germany)

Mária (Hungary)

Cesarea, Maria (Italy)

Albins, Erna, Eva, Evita, Selga (Latvia)

Gvidas, Marija, Tolvaldas, Vaidmantė (Lithuania)

Jofrid, Jorid (Norway)

Amadeusz, Amedeusz, Cyrus, Gwidon, Maria, Piotr, Radzimir, Sylwin (Poland)

Autonóm (Romania)

Mária (Slovakia)

Estíbaliz, María (Spain)

Åsa, Åslög (Sweden)

Aloise, Aloysia, Guido, Guy (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 256 of 2024; 110 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of Week 37 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 12 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 10 (Ji-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 9 Elul 5784

Islamic: 8 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 16 Gold; Twosday [16 of 30]

Julian: 30 August 2024

Moon: 65%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 4 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Otway]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 85 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 22 of 32)

#Holidays

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