#it’s a little doggie choir

[stinkybrowndogs]

El woo woo Wednesday

[livingponcho]

Was in choir at least once

@rot-decay-erosion @nutria--oscura @canigetanuwu @maxwellamus @l3m0n4d3-st4nd @little-doggy-girl-kisser @roboobin

I came up with a new tag game!

Create a headcanon for the person you reblogged from! (Aka assume something about them lol)

No pressure tags!: @iloveacronix @greenamethyst-16 @hijabiwriter @crystaleclipse10 @mislamicpearl and anyone else who wants to join!

[flunkyofmalcador]

This is for @relax-and-read-on and @incorrect-primarchs-quotes

I did a "Primarch sexual head canons" about seven years ago. I've had time to rethink some of them, so here we go. (It's not like I could find the original post at this point anyhow.)

Lion El'Jonson: The one true asexual of the bunch. I just cannot see him being interested in anyone. I've tried.

Fulgrim: He's metasexual. He has never met-a-sexuality he didn't like. He's an entire LGBTQ+ pride parade in power armor. In an open relationship with Ferrus Manus, but Ferrus doesn't take advantage of the arrangement except when they have threesomes. And hoo doggy do they have threesomes.

Jaghatai Khan: He's straight, but is kind of having thoughts about Sanguinius in the Siege of Terra. He has a lot of wives and kids back on Chogoris.

Perturabo: Dear Perturabo. He surrounds himself with automata and sleeps in a labyrinth which makes me think that he was sexually abused along the way. I also headcanon him as a deeply closeted trans woman, so closeted that even Pert doesn't know it and sadly, nothing may ever come of it. He is content with his own ministrations, and some fan writers have said he makes his own sex toys, which I think is likely. He could fall in love easily, which is another reason he stays remote from people.

Leman Russ: Speaking of doggy...I don't hate him, okay? and I have a lot of head canons and even some fic about him. He's married to Sigrun the Wolf-Queen. Like Luther and Kor Phaeron, she is one of those half-Astartes the Emperor could fashion. They have four kids together. Russ is open! and friendly! in his physical affections and he and the Queen have an open marriage because they are apart so often. He is absolutely magic in bed because his wolf-nose can sniff out what's turning his partner on or not. He knows what you want before you do.

Rogal Dorn: A typo in another writer's commentary about Dorn sending poetry to his lovers via astropathic choir made me think that he would actually be pretty good at polyamory. He has the 100% honesty required for it. Bisexual, but strongly prefers women. In my Daughters AU he and Perturabo finally break the ice and fall for each other hard.

Konrad Curze: In "Butcher's Nails" and other ADB works about the Night Lords, it's made pretty clear he's a necrophile. In "Butcher's Nails", Lorgar comments to Angron that a corpse-filled Dark Eldar ship "looks like Konrad's bedchamber". My brother in Christ, what were you doing in Konrad's bedchamber?

Sanguinius: GAY. Unfortunately, between being 700% gay and raised in a patriarchal desert society he's also quite the little misogynist. Had very little experience before he met Horus, and the two were inseparable immediately. Read my fic "Wings" for the whole story. After he and Horus break up, he transfers his affections to Jaghatai Khan. Khan's open to the idea.

Ferrus Manus: I have a really different headcanon from most people because I see him as a widower. His wife and kids died on Medusa and he only came back to life himself when Fulgrim walked into his lonely forge. He loves it when Fulgrim wears lingerie and as I said above, they enjoy a good threesome.

Angron: Spent his entire life being abused. He's not asexual at all but I think he knows he's too dangerous to try to have sex because he is NOT a rapist. I like the idea of him being one of Lotara's two husbands, but honestly I think Lotara is lovers with Kharn only.

Guilliman: His libido is sublimated as hell, but it's there. He's attentive to detail and has a plan when it comes to consummating it with a new lady (and his partners are ladies). He knows he has to get married and have kids at some point, but aargh, he's just so BUSY.

Mortarion: I don't know.

Magnus: Prospero is a world where polyamory is the norm and people have family webs, not family trees. He has several wives and husbands and kids. Definitely does the whole psychic sex thing; you know when he's coming home with loving on his mind because you've been having orgasms out of the blue for the past half hour. Magnus is the one primarch I want to marry, but for his intellect and love of the occult, which I share.

Horus Lupercal: Bisexual AF, and has gone through 3/4 of the Custodes and Sisters of Silence in the Palace before he meets Sanguinius. After that, he's monogamous until Davin. Post-Davin, he's fucking Erebus and you cannot convince me he wasn't banging Petronella Vivar either.

Lorgar: This boy is messed up. He covers his sexual dysfunctions in celibacy. It's Kor Phaeron's fault.

Vulkan: Open and friendly like Russ. I don't know him very well because I can't stand Nick Kyle's writing and so my takeaways are all from fanfic! He and Russ compete to be the best huggers.

Corvus Corax: Totally married to Nasturi Ephrenia. Bisexual, but hasn't acted on it yet. Eventually will, probably with Vulcan.

The Twins: I am not ready for that conversation yet.

[foilfreak]

Beauty and Her Beast: Summary and Ch.1

A Salvatore Moreau x Female!FishMutant!oc fic based on this idea I had the other day that a very specific subset of the fanfom went absolutely apeshit for, which I'm here for and decided to act on. I can't make any promises for consistent uploading or even a finishes product by the end of this, but so long as im still interested in working on it, I'll keep working on it, and if im not, then I wont, plain and simple. Anyways, here's the summary and chapter 1, please let me know what you think of the story so far, i hope you all enjoy (you'd better all enjoy), and I can't wait to see you all again for chapter 2. Bye! <333 (Link to ao3 posting will be in comments so check there if you want to read it there instead)

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

Summary:

Now, I’m sure everyone already knows the ancient tales that tell of a beautiful young woman slowly falling in love with a horrific monstrosity of a man. The pure and true love this innocent beauty comes to feel for him, despite his terrifying appearance, is the key that breaks the cruel and twisted curse under which he’d been kept prisoner. This allows the man behind the monster to not only return to his true human form, but then go on to live his Happily Ever After with the beauty who saved him. Everyone already knows of these tales, as well as the messages behind them, however that is not quite the way this particular tale plays out.

The tale I am about to tell bears many similarities to the one above, however there are also quite a few important differences. For while the original detailed a beauty falling for a monster because of the kind and loving man he was behind his hideous exterior, this is a tale of a beauty, with a few monstrous qualities of her own, falling in love with a kind and loving monster, not at all despite his grotesque appearance, but rather, in part, because of it.

This is a tale, where the Beast still falls for his Beauty first, but the Beauty is the one who will be pursuing her Beast.

Chapter 1: Mother's Gift

Few of those who lived isolated from the outer world, high up in the mountains of Romania, would expect anyone of reasonable sanity to be out traveling in this hellish sort of weather. The wind howling a demonic high pitched tune; snow, sleet, and hail pounding into the ground like an endless shower of bullets from the heavens; and hungry lycans still roaming the area, tirelessly looking for their next meal, would be enough to incentivize even the strongest of mortal men to seek shelter away from the deadly conditions of the outside.

A man by the name of Salvatore Moreau however, one of the 4 lords of this mountain region who lived in the reservoir just past the windmills, did not appear terribly concerned with what other people thought of the traveling conditions. Completely unbothered by the horrifying weather and threat of suddenly being ground into doggy food, the hooded man trudged his way through the dark and barely maintained snow paths. Starting at the reservoir and making his way toward the village, Salvatore moved as quickly as his deformed body would permit, an unusually chipper spring added to his lumbering hobble of a walk.

Mother had a gift for him.

Yes, a truly joyous day it was whenever Mother Miranda called upon him to join her and the other lords for a meeting. Miranda was usually so busy with her experiments that she rarely had time to visit her children outside of these ‘family meetings’ they’d been having recently. However, it would appear as though Mother has come up with a solution of some kind to this problem and wishes to share it with them in person. Whatever this solution is, the mutated man has no idea, as Mother Miranda had been quite vague in her message, however the fact that Salvatore was being given the chance to see his radiant mother AND receive a gift from her, all in one day, was more than enough to make up for how agonizingly lonely he’s been these last few months since winter set in, as well as how agonizing it was for him to walk in this weather.

Salvatore arrived at the usual meeting site just as the clock struck 8pm, precisely as Mother had instructed. However, much to the hooded man’s confusion, when he turned the handle on the large wooden door to enter the room, he quickly realized that he was currently the only one present. This was especially strange considering that, usually, at least one of his siblings was always present a little earlier than necessary, usually Alcina or Karl, but occasionally Donna with Angie in tow.

Mother had clearly said in her message that she wanted to start the meeting at 8pm sharply, so where on earth is everyone?

“Moreau” Mother Miranda’s voice called out, immediately pushing all thoughts from Salvatore’s brain as her powerful, yet lucious voice echoed against the halls of the room like a choir of angels.

“Y-yes! W-what… is it… M-mother Miranda? I-i-i came to you… j-just like you asked” Salvatore responds, bowing his head in reverence as he slowly crosses the room and approaches the otherworldly woman.

“So you did, though I suppose you coming exactly when I call makes the most sense. You always were the most obedient of my children” the woman remarks with casual disdain, her voice devoid of any sort of motherly affection or tenderness. Despite the clear disgust and disregard with which Miranda regards the hooded man standing before her, her words light Salvatore’s soul ablaze, filling his mangled body with intense feelings of heat and desire that melt his heart of the cold, icy frost that had frozen it over the course of the long winter.

“Y-y-yes, y-yes of c-course, Mother M-Miranda! I-i would… I would do any-anything... for y-you. A-anything you s-say... anything y-you n-need… I’d d-do it... f-for you. W-without question!” The deformed man says, practically getting on his hands and knees and crawling as he neared closer and closer to Miranda, stopping only when he’d arrived just in front of the steps the raven mother stood upon, his gaze trained at the ground as he knelt at her feet, awaiting his fate at his mother’s hands.

“I know you would, Moreau,” Miranda says cooly, gently brushing the palm of her hand against the black fabric that covers the top of Salvatore’s head, “which is why I’ve called you here today; to reward you for your loyalty and service to me thus far.”

Salvatore sinks sharp and jagged teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he desperately tries to silence the needy whine that wanted to tear its way from the back of his throat. His body shivered and twitched in unimaginable delight from the sudden tender caress to his sensitive skin. How long had it been since someone had touched him so gently? How long since someone had spoken to him with such kind and soft words. Took the time to gather presents as a reward for years of faithful servitude? How long since someone had loved him like this?

‘Too long’ the disfigured man sighed to himself, reveling in the soft, gentle contact for as long as he is able.

“Moreau. Look at me” Miranda commanded firmly, and despite not wanting his beloved Mother to be forced to bear witness to his hideous face, he complied, lifting his head up and back to allow his gaze to lift from the floor and up at the glowing figure that was his Mother, his beautiful, incredible, intelligent, majestic mother.

The light shining down from above illuminates Miranda from behind. From Salvatore’s perspective on the floor, the light darkens her face and most of her torso and waist, giving a softened, almost ethereal glow around Miranda’s figure. This, along with the rest of her garb, makes Mother Miranda appear even more like the holy woman that Salvatore naively believes she still is. Despite her less than affectionate treatment of him thus far, Salvatore still stared up at the darkened face of Mother Miranda, his eyes shining with reverence, love, desire, and unending devotion.

“Y-yes... Mother?” Salvatore breathed, barely able to speak above a whisper as Miranda stepped away, gesturing for him to follow.

“Are you ready to collect your gift now?” The raven mother asks, speaking more softly than before and even holding her hand out to Salvatore, her pose and appearance mirroring that of a powerful god taking mercy upon her wretched follower, reaching out to reward the years of faithful servitude and worship.

Salvatore, barely able to keep himself calm as he stumbled to his feet, did not grace Mother Miranda’s question with a proper response, instead practically racing to take the woman’s outstretched hand in his own.

“I’m ready Mother… I-I’m ready for... my g-gift now… can I… c-can I have it n-now… p-please?” Salvatore begs, pulling at Miranda’s hand like an overly excited child, seemingly unaware of the disgusted twist of her face when the hooded man’s cold, slimy fingers firmly latched onto hers.

“Of course, my child” Mother Miranda says, pulling her hand back from Salvatore’s and instead placing it along the man’s hunched back, beginning to guide him to wherever it was the raven mother had hidden his gift.

As Salvatore limped next to Mother Miranda, the deformed man couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that Mother had gotten for him. Was it a new cloak, to replace the worn one he was currently wearing? Perhaps a new set of romance films so he didn’t have to rewatch the ones he already owned over and over again anymore? Or maybe it was something to help with his digestion?

It would be nice to get his chronic acid reflux under control again.

Regardless of what the gift actually turned out to be however, Salvatore was merely pleased that he was finally getting a chance to spend time with Mother Miranda all by himself for a change.

Maybe, if he was lucky, she’d even agree to hold him, just like she always did back when he was still undergoing cadou treatment.

Oh how wonderful that would be!

[awigglycultist]

Going back and rewatching what I missed from the npmd livestream from the end of the Jane Perkins Theory to a bit before the beginning of the Abstinence Camp rewatch

I love how Matt keeps having to finish what Nick is saying bc he keeps lagging and freezing

"who's good at math?" *Joey immediately starts talking*

Jon being in show choir makes sense

Ofc Jon started a barbershop quartet

All these high school choir and theatre stories are incredible

"and I swore that I would never be involved in theater again" "and how's that going?" djdjdb

"I left to do Sussical the Musical, we made our decisions"

Hey, I like statistics! Well so far at least

Curt swam competitively and was ranked 18th nationally?

HE SWAM AGAINST MICHAEL PHELPS?

Mariah 🤝 Curt

Troy Bolton

"Bill vs Ted" "this is easy!"

Also yeah Ted would absolutely die first he's a whimp

Yes Peter and the Obnoxious Teen are still separate characters!

Wait the Obnoxious Teen characters was also going to be Richie but now they're also separate characters!???!

Doggy Power!

The 8bit tunes!! (once again asking SK to please release these as an album)

Yeah Paul absolutely would apologise the whole time

Bs I think Emma totally would win against Grace

No way Duke would even hurt a kid

Becky 10000% wins over Linda

"Paul have you been paying attention? We're having thr most important conversation of the decade!"

NOOO also I love Curt is like "no he's lacking context but f i n e"

Oohh wow Barry vs Henry is a good one

Peter Spankoffski my beloved

The idea o's Spitfire just incinerating Linda is wonderful

I REALLY LOVE Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree it's such a good feeling fun song and it makes me wanna go outside and climb a tree and I would absolutely listen to it every day and I love that they put in the little bit of Becky being Irish since that where the joke started from

Spefically 43 mins and 37 secs

Xander was supposed to have psychic abilities!?

"I might be bias though" "I'm definitely bias"

"okay Xander wins" "NO- I- NO!"

"okay so Grace has the power of God"

Absolutely love James' ideas of faking Spitfire's and Xander's deaths

"she's 18" "oh well then I retract everything I just said she's dead"

Xander sweep!

Daddy Bracket

Wilbur vs MacNamara off the bat? Omg

Woo filmed version of the Jangle Ball tour!!

He's a sorcerer?

NO NOT LEX VS HANNAH

"let's not do this :("

Lex has worked all her life to protect Hannah and make sure she doesn't get hurt so Lex would 1000% just lie down and die instead of killing Hannah

"it's like a Romeo and Juliet situation" mmm not quite Angela

EMDRIOD VS CAR!JANE AHAHAJSBDKD

"Can the Android hold a gun?" "yeah the android can hold a gun" "okay then this split, idk" ndjddbdjdb

"does android Emma.. Like, what's the gun situation?" NDKDBDDN

Angela and Mariah are really mean to be BFFs

Android Jane!

"this one breaks your heart?"

Also would Lumberaxe even kill Holloway bc he only kills ppl who aren't abstinent and Holloway isn't dumb enough to go do the dirty in the middle of the woods so would Lumberaxe be able to tell if she's been abstinent or not?

"I wanna see Webby and Miss Holloway fight, that'll be interesting" "I wanna see them fall in love!" in with you Mariah

The immediate "Holloway wins"

So many of these are good vs evil

"remember the child murder?"

They had Nemo stand in for wiggly durning a rehearsal of Feast or Famine bdjdjd

Full blown fluff machine!

My god I love Valentine

Jane's cat knocking over the camera bfjdbss

"that's a weird looking porcelain cat" "where'd you get that porcelain cat Matt?"

Anyway this is where I got caught up with last night so that's the end of this post

[moonguided]

daisy may’s feet were small albeit heavy and loud, making all kinds of noise as long dark haired girl tread through the beds of tall grass that scraped at her ankles. lot of bug bites will be itching at her skin later, but wasn't anything she wasn't used to. bending down every so often plucking wild daisies out of the ground to build a flower crown with later. yellow flowy top fluttering behind her, stomping over the grass in her sandals before the water came into view and at first there was nothing out of the ordinary as the brunette caught up... until doe eyes wandered over on the other and he didn't stop stripping at his underwear. innocent gaze widened like a deer caught in headlights, stopping her right in her tracks. “no,” the response came out a little too fast, little too defensively, indicating she was in fact all shades of SHY. “i ain’t shy. you’re just crazy.” she sassed, silently having questions on who she even came out here with today.

it was a stupid moment to not have her pistol on her side, in case he really were crazy. just a tiny pocket knife stuffed discreetly in her front jean shorts pocket, least it was better than nothing as cheeks heated up in rosiness. it had nothin' to do with the scorching sun either. thoughts circulated on why she even agreed to take on off with a boy. hasn't daisy heard time and time again, how not a one of 'em could be deemed as trusting. was she just crazy, too? starved of attention? loneliness? arguably both but definitely the latter. were these boys out here in these parts just a different breed than the ones back home? she'd seen nothin' like it, then again she had been sheltered her entire life even before her dad went rooting her out of her home in the appalachia of tennessee and moving them out here in the desert. she hadn't gotten out in the world to discover much of anybody let alone the opposite sex, her time there had been spent on the farm tending to horses or their sheep, shooting guns for fun, picking at the guitar or singing in choir on bright n' early sunday mornings. something about the nervousness settling in her stomach being completely out of the comfort of her sheltered element, made her want to claw her way back out of this place even more.

“well, darlin'... even the fishes might have somethin' to say about all that.” tiny bit of amusement laced her voice & a soft sheepish laugh bubbled up at just how crazy she thought this one was, a way of coping with the ton of embarrassment she was battling with after catching sight of his bare backend. clutching the daisies in her hands, forcing herself to peel her eyes away from his butt. she wouldn't dare look at the front, but the backside... nagging curiosity tempted her to get a glimpse of it before swiftly looking away with a bashful expression. what if he was just trying to get her to strip down to her undergarments and take off with her clothes? she was paranoid. a calculative thought crossed her mind next, maybe she'd steal his first. “what if i can't swim in the deep end?” she really couldn't, but she was asking to test him. “you didn't give me time to tell you i can't swim other than doggy paddlin' my way around. and even then, i think i'll sink. least over there in the deep.” she rattled on, all while staring over at something else. towards the horizon, at her daises, anywhere but at him.

open to: anyone.

featuring: jonas lane, twenty six, bisexual, paperboy.

plot: young and bored in the southern gothic-esq town of tombstone, jonas spends most of his time trying to find ways to entertain himself. on a warm summer's day, he has convinced your muse to go skinny dipping with him to try and cool down.

tombstone was an impossible town, but if you knew where to look, then you could find the secret beauties it tried to hide from the complacent lot. the sun was always relentless, beating down to make the old pavements burn, old asphalt almost bubbling under the heat no matter the time of year. never cold, never shielded, yet everyone always woke up and said the same thing: would you look at that weather? jonas had long since grown bored of the ease to which everyone had grown to accept strangeness as mundanity, but what else was there to do? their town was weird, but never weird enough to leave, even if there was never anything do to. it was a particularly hot day when he had decided to make his way down to the lake out back behind farmer callahan's cabbage field, the one that people tried to avoid on account of the rumours- but what harm could a rumour come to do to him that heatstroke couldn't do first? on the way he'd grabbed the first pretty face he saw making their way down the opposite path away from his destination, convinced them with some sweet talking and the promise of a beer later at the bar. everyone knew everyone in town, but that didn't mean folks liked to talk to each other much, jonas surely didn't have many people he could call friends just laying around. "what? you shy or somethin'?" once at the lake, he had started stripping down almost instantly, throwing his shirt and jeans off till he was left in just his boxers. he shot a narrowed look in their direction and tilted his head in amusement. "just us and the fishes, darlin', don't worry." with that, he hooked his fingers around his waistband at tugged off his boxers, throwing them into the growing pile alongside his clothes and boots.

[quillsareswords]

Smoke: VIII | Smoke, Silk, and Snow

SUMMARY: After vanishing for four years, you return to the place you once called home, to the people you once called family. We all carry our baggage in different ways, using different techniques to hide it. You just happen to hide it in cigarette smoke.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: At Damian’s request, you done a dress and a pair of heels to attend  Bruce’s Christmas Charity Ball. You don’t get to mingle much, but when  he catches you out on a balcony, the pain in your feet is worth it.

SERIES WARNINGS: cigarette smoking; underage drinking; gang activity; violence; swearing; blood; self-hate

MASTER LISTS in BIO

You duck and weave through patrons, hitching up a floor length skirt with one hand and balancing a stiff drink with the other. Your ears are near ringing, with all the noise and voices and glasses clinking and has the music been this loud the whole time?

You find yourself slipping into old habits, feet plotting a course all their own while you try to keep your mind focused on not having a breakdown with all these people around. Yellow eyes and three inch claws aren't going to look very good with a burgundy dress.

Outside the ballroom, there's less of a crowd. Further down the hall, the masses dwindle. Sliding into a room past the kitchen's back hall—where you pass waiters and a new bartender—you finally find solitude.

One of Bruce's parlors, or lounges—whatever he calls them. There's a leather couch and a pair of matching arm chairs, all facing an oak coffee table despite being paired with end tables. Bookshelves and works of art line three walls, tall windows the other. You breathe deeply. The room is unsurprisingly a little stale, seeing as it's likely unused until there's a party a few doors down the hall.

You steal a sip from your glass before you make for the door to the balcony. The night air stings cold against your skin, but sets a lively burn in your lungs. It's quiet, thankfully, aside from the hum of the ongoing gala in the window-lined room about ten windows to your left. The light spills out from there and illuminates most of the gardens that stretch out toward the woodline. You've always loved the garden.

Alfred's flowers are always so pretty, and the smell is always overpoweringly fresh.

You lean on the thick stone railing. You pull out the paper pack from the pocket of your skirt and stick a cigarette between your teeth. You light it, take a drag, and swipe a moment to reminisce on all the times you've gone running through that garden, for one reason or another. Sometimes it was for fun, sometimes Damian was angrily chasing you with the garden hose because say yeet one more goddamn time, Y/N, one more. Good times.

Damian. The bold man that had asked you three times to come to this event, and yet in the hour and a half you'd been here, you had yet to see. You admit, you're disappointed. Sure, you know he's busy keeping up images by mingling and chatting, but. . . well, you had hoped he'd asked you so much because he wants you here. Usually, that would lead one to believe he wants to spend time with you here. Then again, it is Damian, after all. He's never exactly been so straight forward.

Your mind reels back to last Tuesday. That fleeting hug. The warmth of his hold at the erratic pace of his heart. I’m glad you’re home.

"Thought you'd be here."

You turn over your shoulder.

Damian's hands are tucked into his pockets, and you'd be lying through your teeth to claim he isn't absolutely stunning in a dark green three-piece. You hope he doesn't catch the movement of your eyes before you snap back to reality. You turn halfway as he joins you by the stone, pinching your cigarette in the hand that still rests on the wide ledge. You note a vague limp in his gait.

"You narrowed down one room out of the hundred—minimum—of rooms in this house?" Your eyebrow quirks.

He sets his whisky glass down beside yours. "Well, it's the only empty room close to the ballroom, and it's been two hours since it started to get loud. I figured you'd be looking for a quiet corner about now."

You shrug, trying to play off the fact he was actively thinking of and looking for you in a sea of people. You push daydream thoughts away and remind yourself that he absolutely took the path of least resistance to check in on an old friend.

"What can I say? The doggy hearing has it's downsides." You take another drag. Turn around, and hoist yourself up onto the ledge to sit with your back to the garden, and the halfmoon shining overhead.

He leans one elbow on the ledge, reaches toward you and wiggles his fingers, a hint of shame and revolt sparkling those pretty eyes of his.

You giggle loudly, trying your best not to howl the laughter bubbling up your chest. Damian shushes you, though he's grinning and peering over your shoulder, so it's hard to take him serious. Two glasses in two respective sets of hands, you make sure you aren't followed as you slink off to hole up in an empty sitting room.

He finds one, juggling his drinks as he fiddles with the doorknob. This only makes you want to laugh harder, but you know that doing so would result in one hell of a scolding, so you pipe down until you get into the room.

After that, it's all on the table.

You're practically choking on giggles while Damian grins and laughs as openly as the nightsky, amber liquid sloshing in one of his glasses and clear in the other. You're making for the chairs in the middle of the room, when you hear the floorboards creak in front of the door.

You get quiet, an anxious twist in your belly, staring at the door, waiting for Bruce or your brother to rip the door open and start scolding you for sneaking drinks.

When it doesn't happen, you make a break for the balcony before it does. Laughing again—a little more nervously now—you hop up onto the stone wall. The glasses clink as you set them down beside you, and Damian's join them.

"Best make it last," Damian chuckles. "I don't think we can risk another trip."

You nod. "Well, then it's a good thing I brought back up," you grin, fishing a white and green pack of Camels from a pocket in your coat, and hold them up with a shake.

He scoffs. "I don't smoke," he says proudly.

You cock an eyebrow. "Neither do I."

He snorts, takes one from you anyway. "I hate it when Jason smokes," he sighs, hovering the end over the lighter in your hand. "Smells terrible."

You eye him a little suspiciously. You hand him a stick all the same. "You don't smoke."

"Neither do you." He only comes close enough to light the end of it before he pulls away again.

You take a drag the same time as him, still eyeing him warily. He doesn't cough and sputter like he use to.

He must feel your eyes, or he reads the look on your face like he always does. "I don't really smoke," he sighs, words laced with gray clouds. "Only once every blue moon." The next part is quiet, like he doesn't really want you to hear it. "It's been a long week."

You chuckle. "You’re preaching to the choir."

He shakes his head, eyes wandering the garden. You aren't sure what he's looking for. "At least you’ve been sleeping."

Your eyebrows raise. "Bold assumption. What happened?"

He nods, understanding. "Bruce and I have been arguing since Tuesday, and I haven't spoken to him since then, aside from professionalism and patrol. My apartment building was evacuated Monday night and cost me five hours of sleep—and while I appreciate how seriously they take a bomb threat, I wish they would take efficiency in the same vein."

Dick mentioned he'd moved into a penthouse uptown, not too far from the Wayne Industries tower. Flash thoughts run through your head about what it would have been like to help him move, but you plunge them into the deepest part of your mind before you dive too far down the rabbit hole.

You nod slowly. "Sounds rough."

He blows out a puff of empty air, apparently meant to resemble a laugh. "Yeah."

His grammar is more relaxed than you're used to. He's only this loose when he's very tired—at least, that's how you remember.

"How have your friends been?"

He's changing subjects. You decide to let him. "Good, last I checked. I was over there yesterday morning." You sigh, deeply. You feel the anxieties crawling back up your throat, so you subdue them like bees with a lungful of smoke. "We've been having problems with another pack. I don't remember if I mentioned that before."

"Fleetingly."

You bob your head. Another drag. "They're out for blood. Jumped one of ours a few days ago."

He turns his head toward you. "You sound nervous."

"A little," you laugh nervously. "We've got history with them, ya know? They know where to hit, but we don't. Makes me uneasy."

He straightens his posture and you sense a shift in character. "Are they illegally involved as well?"

You take it for what it is. Curiosity, a warning, an offer. You shrug, leaning back on one hand. "I don't know. I've had eyes on every other street corner since Friday, but nobody is seeing anything."

You look away from him. You really shouldn't be telling him any of this. Maybe it's the buzz from six shots of tequila—all you can hope to get, unfortunately—or maybe it's the nostalgia of this that's loosening your tongue. This used to be your routine for these kinds of events.

"Tell me when you find out. I might be of some assistance."

You blink, eyebrows furrowing. You still aren't looking at him, but you're wondering why he's so eager to help all of a sudden. Maybe last Tuesday changed things more that you thought it had.

"It's my job, Y/N. If they're breaking the law, it's my duty to make a move." He clips the white stick between his teeth again. "Besides, I owe you for Tuesday night."

"You don't owe me," you say quickly. Your eyes his his shoes. Quietly, "I still owe you for leaving."

He's silent for a moment. You both are. The air stills.

"No," he sighs at last, stubbing out the cigarette before he flicks it off into the night, "you don't. I've forgiven you for it."

Your eyes blow wide. "You–"

"I was angry. For two years, I was angry. You never called, never texted, and I thought it was because of something I did. Then I realized it wasn't, and I didn't know who else to blame, so I blamed you. After two years and three months, I realized you were really never coming back, so I moved on." He picks up his glass and downs the whole thing.

"I was alright for two years, and then you turned up again. I was angry again, and then then the whole thing with Erica—I didn't have time to properly process anything. And at the time, I didn't know everything. I didn’t know that you were building a new life for yourself—a good one. I didn't know you'd been chased out, either."

You go rigid. When did you tell him that? How did he know?

He sees your eyebrow twitch. "You didn't tell me. I worked it out myself." He turns to face you fully. "I wish you had, though. I wish you would have told me then. I could have helped."

You advert your gaze again. You squeeze your eyes closed. "You couldn't have," you grumble. "It wasn't that simple."

You jump when your phone rings. You dig it out in a rush. "Tyrone's got the absolutely worse timing," you growl, hopping off the ledge while answering. "I'll just be a minute," you excuse, darting back into the sitting room.

"Tyrone," you hiss, "this had better be something–"

"You're still there?" He sounds surprised.

You make a face. "Well– Yeah?" You pause, running a checklist of all the things you had on the list for today. "Should I not be?"

"I mean . . . No– Yeah, you should be, I just didn't think you'd stay very long. Having a good time? Meet somebody?"

You decide to ignore the suggestive tone he uses. With a glance thrown over your shoulder to the man standing out on the balcony, busing himself with stargazing and probably listening to your end of the conversation, if you know him well enough. "You could say that."

"You're with Damian, aren't you?" You can't help but notice he sounds sort of disappointed.

Your eyebrows slant. "Maybe. Is that a problem?" You feel defensive. Tyrone is like family to you, and you want his approval, but you don't understand what he'd expected. You came to this event specifically at Damian's request.

"No, of course not. I know you went because he asked, but I thought you might, ya know . . . mingle some."

You cross one arm over your waist and rest the opposite elbow on it. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"No, nothing!" There's an edge of embarrassment and panic in his voice. "I don't mean anything, really. Just, you've been in Gotham for a few months now, and it doesn't seem like you see anyone other than him. You're at t complex often, I just mean–"

You close your eyes and pinch the bride of your nose. Right. You should have seen this conversation coming. "Look, Ty, can we talk about this later? I'm in the middle of a pretty important conversation."

He gets strangely quiet. "Right. Sorry, I just wanted to check on you. I'm going to wait up, so call me when you leave and when you get home, okay?"

Your eyes are still closed, but you hear Damian shifting around on the balcony. "I can handle myself." You exhale slowly. "But, yeah. I appreciate it."

"I know, but I don't like the silence on the Rats' end. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah. Bye."

You hang up and pocket your phone. With another exhale, your heels click as they carry you back out to the balcony.

"Problem?" Damian asks passively. You can't help noticing he seems a little deflated.

You polish off your drink. "No, he just wanted to check on me." You try to meet his eyes again, but he's much more interested in cold blanket of snow whiting out the property.

"That's kind of him," he offers. You see now that his eyes aren't focused and he seems spacey. "Are you close?"

He's changing the subject. He receded into himself. Your moment of vulnerability is gone, and with it your window of opportunity to finally put everything behind you.

You just want a fresh start. You're sick of feeling like there's always something hanging in the air between the two of you, blocking any amends you have a chance to make. Frustration boils in your lungs.

"Very. We grew up together, in the complex. Born into the pack, you know?" The causality of the new conversation eats at you. You get caught up in the pent up irritation and make a leap of faith.

"When I said earlier that you couldn't have helped, I mean it."

He closes his eyes. You can’t tell if it’s disappointment or if he’s bracing himself for a rocky conversation.

“It’s deeper than drug deals, Damian. They’re Werewolves. They want Gotham.”

   He throws you a look you’re familiar with. His should-I-be-concerned-about-that glare hasn’t changed a bit .

   “Not the way you’re thinking. It’s complicated.”

   “Like everything else.”

   You cringe. Should have seen that coming. “I’m sorry.”

   He exhales, closes his eyes, and turns to face you fully before he opens them. “I can’t hold it against you,” he admits. “I know better than anyone how that goes. You can’t fill anyone in ion details, because those details have details, and by the time you’ve said your piece, everyone’s twice as confused as they started.”

   You nod, the tension in your shoulders easing.

   He leans almost all of his weight against he stone half-wall. “I know you can’t tell me everything. But what can you tell me?”

   You maul it over. What can you freely tell him that you haven’t already? “Not much,” you answer honestly. “Mostly just that the Rats are the one’s who killed my parents. They were trying to disband the pack by cutting the head off the snake. They went after Nick and I next. Nick managed to lead a group of them to the Crime Alley area, where some of ours ambushed them. The other group went after me, and that lead to the warehouse fire. Some of the other young members were there, like I’d told you. Some of them didn’t make it out.”

   He soaks it all in. Clarity dawns his face. “You didn’t wait for me because you didn’t want them to target me.”

   You nod. Finally.

   He shakes his head with a ghost of a smile. “Do you know how many years of frustration and weeks of awkward resentment you could have saved us both if you’d just told me that?”

   You laugh. It isn’t boisterous, or loud. It’s a spurt of disbelief and relief. “You’d have found something else to hate me for, I’m sure.”

   He snorts. His tiny smile fades, and then it’s back to openly confused eyes and an odd edge to his voice. “But why didn’t you call?”

   Your eyes hit the stone tiled floor. Hesitance, then honest hurt. Self-inflicted, but hurt all the same. “It was stupid, looking back.” You take a deep breath. “I was embarrassed. And guilty. At the time, I had people on my ass who wanted me dead, I’d been lying to your face and keeping things from you for years, and then I’d literally left you in a burning building. I didn’t think I could ever face you again, after that.”

  His expression is solemn. He considers your wording for a moment, before he slides his hands into his pockets. “I would have forgiven you,” he states quietly.

   Your eyes leap to his, shock jolting through your mind and parting your lips.

   His eyes are soft on yours. His head is tilted just a smidgen to the side. The right edge of his mouth tips up. “You could have started the fire, and I’d have still forgiven you. You were my best friend, (Y/N). I trusted you more than anyone, and that includes myself.”

   Your eyes are watering. “I, um–”

   “I should known you had a good reason to leave so suddenly,” he concedes. “But I was hurt. I couldn’t get past feeling like it was my fault. We thought the fire had been started by someone who was after me, or someone I should have been after. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”

   The apology nearly knocks you over. When was the last time you heard him genuinely apologize to someone like this? Seventh grade? You stand stiffly for a long moment, blinking dumbly at him, mouth agape.

   The next physical thing you’re aware of is his knuckle bumping your arm and the teeth peeking out from his smile. “This is the part where you say, No! It was my fault!”

   You snort, trying to regain some composure. “I mean, it was–”

   “I’m joking,” he chuckles, “it was never your fault. It was the Rats’. Which is why I want to do anything I can to help you bring them down. For good, this time.”

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got tagged by @zinka8 thank you so much!! ❤️

choose 9 pics from your phone's camera roll that you think best represent yourself! you can provide a breakdown, or leave it to your audience's imagination to decipher.

here’s the breakdown:

my sexuality and gender identity are very very important to me, so i included tbis picture i took at pride a few years ago :) i went with a couple friends and it was so so lovely!

this is a guitar that’s been in my family for like. 50 years or there about? it used to be my dad’s but we know absolutely nothing about it or where it truly came from, and it had disappeared for about 30 years until i found it packed into a cardboard box in my grandparents’ basement. it doesn’t really play very well and it’s in dire need of repair (which will happen! mark my words!) but it’s there to remind me of how much i love the instrument in general and music as a whole as well. ALSO a fun story

this was during the last musical theatre performance of my high school career and it was. honestly pretty magical? for years people would tell me that i should join theatre or a choir or whatever and i was always too shy to do it (and i’m a Terrible dancer) but i finally got the nerve to do it and it was incredible! definitely would love to do another stage performance but that might not work out...

i played soccer for 12/20 years of my life, and literally i Breathed soccer. the only reason i had to stop was because of too many injuries, but it was truly something i absolutely loved to do, and every now and then i’ll go to the park near my house and kick a ball around, just to make sure i keep the skills as sharp as i can

i am in Love Love Love with the ocean. that’s on a trip to halifax, canada and overall the trip wasn’t the Best for other reasons that i’m not gonna get into but the salty air that you got whiffs of when you passed the ports was definitely a highlight, and they’re absolutely gorgeous anyways so.

my little doggie :) her name is olive and i just wanted to show a cute picture of her all bundled up for the winter (because canada kinda sucks sometimes)

that’s a picture of me and a friend in greece. we went on a school trip, about 30 students in my grade 11 year, and on top of meeting some of the best people, and reconnecting with old friends, it also shows my love for travel :) also we bought the same sweaters on purpose it was amazing

flowers!!! because i love flowers so much!!!

nice picture of nature because i kinda feel at home in it. that’s cheesy but it’s true, it’s such a lovely feeling to just have the sun beat down on you while you take in your surroundings

i tag @jimmys-zeppelin @timetraveller4 @musiccat1971 @scheifefe @michael-sheen-love-of-my-life and anyone else that sees this and wants to do it :))

[collxpsedhexrt]

Matchup tingsss 🥺👉👈

just a warning i type this in a shit post format bc im too scared to talk about myself in a grammatically correct manner because i hate myself

huge note: my type is BIG w big ol shoulders and big and tall and did i mention big so yeah cuddles ok thanks bye i also updated a photo of me- bc i suck at describing my appearance

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ok so anyways lets a gO

NOTE: i dont label my sexuality sorry idc who to swing for ion like swinging i like hugging thanks ok bye also im EXTREMELY mentally and emotionally unstable haha ok thanx 🥺😳💅

꧁𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎꧂

I am 163cm and 190lb (I am also very peculiar about knowing my exact measurements, height, and weight all the time?? Confusion???)

I am one pasty ass bitch despite being (excuse the lele pons moment) LaTiNa👁👄👁,,, I have very long warm black hair that is either wavy or borderline kinky curls no in between,,,, I have amber eyes and have FrEcKlEs everywhere but not like super intense,,, i could probably put a photo (and i will at the end-) bc idk how to describe my ugly ass morbidly obese bleached walrus headass face tbh??

Not to be an annoying basic bitch but i supposedly have an hourglass figure but im more plump so ig i have a more motherly appearance- idk tbh my body dysmorphia says i look like patrick star on my 600lb life so lets get poggers in the chat, tea?? tea sis?? who’d knock me tf up im ugly doe ahaha 👁👄👁

꧁𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢꧂

hngh i never stop apologizing- even if u knock me down multiple times ill keep going back to you and forgiving you, and thats on daddy issues

im an empath and like a lot of spiritual stuff like tarot and stuff,,, wont get too into it bc im inexperienced

GIFTED.CHILD.BURNOUT.

also bc i like gaming i can be “one of the bros” and tbh i LOVE being a semi-stereotypical jock-like gamer boy like “oHH YEASAH *crushes soda can on my head* GAMING TIME BOOOYYYYSSS” and i kinda forget im a girl sometimes bc i (gross warning) can like,,, burp wit da bois 😳👉👈,,,,

I am an INFJ-T (the T means im a shitshow!) and ion wanna get too much into my uh,,, issues w/ eating,,,, but basically lets say it causes a lot of dizziness on my end but like im still obese so its ok lol

also im like,,,,, the runt of the group like literally nobody likes me (at least thats what i tell myself aHEM-)

and also i have eXTREEEEEEEME trust issues like holy fuck nobody can catch a break

Oh shit wait i should say idk what i am in terms of sexuality literally nothing fits me ahaha but i am an afab female lady girl as far as i know bc im not currently in a safe place to explore these things, Jimbo!

also im so sorry for being messy im spacing things out so it can be an organized mess im so so sorry i love you anf thank you for taking your time to read this i love you and appreciate you!!

I am a libra sun, and a pisces moon and rising so that means im a crybaby bitch but to the third power (^3)

oh shit yeah im also a hufflepuff

basically i like to make everyone laugh and im not good with serious shit but when it comes down to it sometimes i can take on a maternal role when comforting friends but u will never get me to admit it..... wait-

꧁𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜꧂

ART ART AND MORE ART OH MY GOD FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK SO MUCH ART- im specifically into the character design and i actually plan on going into game development in coolegg

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i havent sang seriously in like,,,, years tho bc my choir teacher kicked me out the choir bc my brother was having a life saving surgery the day of a performance anD I NEVER FORGOT IT KAREN. meaning ion let shit go like that bc im an insecure and emotionally broken biTCH

ok i love games- from little big planet, outlast 1/2, detroit become human, beyond two souls, TO OVERWATCH YES I LOVE YOU OVERWATCH, and aminal crossigng uwu

ok so anyways i mean yeah uh,,, i also like writing poetry sometimes and writing but im like yuri (ddlc) and cant help but be borderline pretentious with using over complicated words despite my shit grammar here lol

but yeah

i also live on a farm and i love taking care of my chickens duckies turkies andn pheasants mvmvmbm,,,, i lvoe themn,,,,fhfjdjd,,, OMG I USED TO HAVE GOATS AND GUINEA HENS BUT FUCKINGNG CORONA VIRUS MADE IT HARD TO CARE FOR THEM SO WE HAD TO SELL THEM AND HMMMMMMM ANGERY

but on another note i hav doggies and uwu!!! they v cute best dogeis ever 100/10 recommend these dogies,,,,

꧁𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜꧂

im a hermit and quarantine is just fun to me

I have a high pitched voice so my friends deemed me the god of anime voice thank u

But honestly i find my voice creepy, it’s as if my voice is ghostly and haunting. That’s in real life, but say we called on discord.... I’m loud and obnoxious but i always make people laugh, only when im on a call like that does my personality change so much.

im an amazing host tbh,,, “Hey- I have tea, coffee, coffee with foam, water, milk, juice, soda, and i could make you some food!” “Do you want some popcorn? Are you sure? Do you need a blanket? Would you like for me to turn on the humidifier?” I WILL SPOIL PPL ROTTEN WITH LOVE AFFECTION FOOD AND DRINKS GALORE

“hhnngh,,, maybe if im good enough of a host it will fill the void,,,”

oh also i have a weird accent bc im puerto rican

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UPDATE: ADDED LIKES/DISLIKES!!! and love tings

꧁𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎꧂

my love language is physical touch mainly but i can channel it through making food n stuffs uwu

I rarely if ever fall in love. but when i do, i crash hard. I become putty in the person’s hands, willing to take (metaphorical) beating after beating and insults and cruelty just for their love to be reciprocated. I become totally helpless and obsessive, memorizing their schedule and things they like. Treasuring every memory of when we can be physically close to one another, platonically or not... I become my “best self” and my performance rate drastically increases, but my mental state drastically decreases. I become horribly depressed and anxious, always making meticulously calculated movements and always showing that im willing to support them with everything.

I particularly have a thing for tall guys with big shoulders.

꧁𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜꧂

OK THIS IS UNDERRATED BUT I LOOOVE PEWDIEPIE PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST LOVE HIS HUMOR ANDN,,,,, 🥺👉👈

god i just- idk i have mixed feelings abt amberlynn reid bc obviously shes super hurt n stuff but shes done so much crap i just HNNGNHH,,,, ANGERY,,, but i show support sometimes but i aint ever giving her my money by subscribing

I also like (cue the angry mob) fnaf-

homestuck and harry potter r also LIFE

i dont like when ppl are egotistical unless theyre charming,,,, bc if theyre charming i 100% feed their ego.

i HATE when people do self destructive things (IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE) like “NO- nO dont fRICKIN do that- BAD. here, let me make you some food...”

anyways heres that promised picture if this ugly mug

[julianmakesmydickhard]

uncomfortably deep and personal questions

questions here

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

thankfully, me and my mom are super close.... we don’t talk about my dad tho

02: Who’s the last person you said “i love you” too?

man, i tell everyone that i love them. i truly love everyone that shows even the slightest bit of kindness towards me

03: Do you regret anything?

yes,

04: Are you insecure?

oh yea. part of it is my introverted, soft spoken personality, and part of it is just how negatively i see myself oop

05: What is your relationship status?

single, unfortunately lol

06: How do you want to die?

painlessly. the pain that comes with death is what scares me the most i think

07: When did you last eat?

lunch!! i had a bomb ass colombian dish,, man do my people know how cook good food

08: Played any sports?

does show choir count?? aggressive dancing with aggressive singing??

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope

10: When was your last physical fight?

i know i say that i want to slap people sometimes, but i’ve never actually done it

11: Do you like someone?

y’all, im always attracted to someone sksksk

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yup

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

yes, but we don’t talk about him

14: Do you miss someone?

oh god yes...

15: Have any pets?

yes!! i have one lil doggie

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

i’m very tired lol. it’s like 11pm which is v late for me since i have 7am classes

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

nope, bathrooms are gross

18: Are you scared of spiders?

yes, have you seen them??

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

yes, imagine all the things you could change or prevent

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

honestly, it’s been a while, i don’t really remember

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i’m gonna go see a play that one of my friends is starring in on saturday and then i’m gonna celebrate my birthday with my doggo on sunday

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

ahh, this is such a difficult question. i want to give my kids the childhood that i never got. but what happens if by some circumstance, i give them the childhood i had, and negatively impact their life through it?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i just have my ears pierced

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english and art! math and science are my worst. i guess i function best when i’m able to use the creative and imaginative side of me whereas i fail when logic and reason come into play

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes yes yes and yes

26: What are you craving right now?

blueberries

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

no, never

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

no. unless something changed in their heart and they, for some reason, felt bad for treating me so badly, and decided to weep, no

30: What’s irritating you right now?

so many things ahhh,, why do i have to be so introverted? why am i so deperate to find love, when it keeps biting me in the butt?.why can’t i make friends as easily as other people?

31: Does somebody love you?

honestly, i don’t think anyone does, maybe only my mother?

32: What is your favourite color?

auburn

33: Do you have trust issues?

oh god i wish i did. i wish i was able to keep people at a distance. i let people in and basically ask them to use my secrets, my insecurities, my whatever, to break me. and then the cycle goes on and on

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i dreamt about me meeting billie eilish a couple of days ago. it was v nice

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

i don’t know lol, there’s not a lot of people around to see me cry i guess

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

yea, it’s not good i know

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no, but it’s definitely not the worst, and i’m thankful for that

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

i don’t remember, but i do know that i was v late to the game

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

god no

51: Favourite food?

colombian food, thai food, japanese food

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

i want to believe this, but sometimes shitty things happen and i’m like wow, there’s literally no benefit or reason to why this happened except to make me feel like shit

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

kissed my doggo goodnight

54: Is cheating ever okay?

if you’re my friend, i’m just gonna say that even if you’ve cheated on someone before, i don’t see you as less of a person or a friend. people make mistakes, and it’s also part of who i am: someone who tried to look past the bad and see the good, ahhh i don’t know how to explain this the right way but i hope you understand my pov. anyways, i’ve been cheated on before and it sucked balls. so no, i don’t think it’s ever ok in a relationship. but i also don’t think that it’s something that should affect your friendship with someone. i think cheating is something that needs to be dealt with among the cheater and the cheated and shouldn’t bleed into your friendship with a random, uninvolved person. but you can totally disagree with me and that’s fine!! everyone is subject to their own opinion based on their own experiences and personalities etc.

55: Are you mean?

i don’t think so!! but then again, i can’t really be the judge of that lol. i try my hardest to be the friend that i’ve always wanted, if that makes sense. i try to be kind, and supportive, and positive, and there for them, etc.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

no one, ive never gotten into a physical fight

57: Do you believe in true love?

it’s not that i believe in true love, it’s that i hope and pray for it. i hope that one day i’ll find it

58: Favourite weather?

cold, cloudy, people walking around in big, fluffy jackets and scarves

59: Do you like the snow?

yes! i saw snow for the first time in my life a couple of weeks ago!

60: Do you wanna get married?

ahhhh,, my parents set a really bad example for good marriage. my parents’ marriage taught me that men can change over time. and that once they’re safe in the bounds of marriage, theyll stop their act, get tired of you, and act like a totally new person. and that... scares me. i don’t want a husband like my dad and i’m so afraid that the same situation will happen to me

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

yes, names like baby, sweetheart, love, honey etc. make my heart weak

62: What makes you happy?

real friends, tight hugs, platonic cuddling, romantic cuddling, acts of service, uplifting words, hand holding, forehead kisses, soft intimacy, need i go on?

63: Would you change your name?

i wold ditch my last name.. can you guess why? i’d love if my middle name became my last name, legally

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

romantically? yea

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

nothing, cuz that kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

no. i try my hardest to only let my friends see the happy side of me. i don’t like burdening them with all the bad emotions i sometimes feel. my complete self would be if i shared ALL of my emotions, the bad as well as the good. but i think it’s better this way, they would most definitely get annoyed after a little bit of time

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

probably my friend tino

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

i don’t remember,, it’s been a long time since i’ve actually talks about truly deep subjects with someone personally,,

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i want to believe it. i want to believe that i’ll one day find the person of my dreams. the person that fits so perfectly with me and is just so perfect ahhh

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

i don’t know, i’m selfish when it comes to dying. death scares me

[rilakkosmos]

15 questions!

Tagged by @devldegg luv u gorl

1. are you named after anyone?

I don’t think so. 

2. when was the last time you cried?

Last night when I watched Leaving Neverland. Shit man, I die.

3. do you have/want kids?

I’ve told my husband I need some serious therapy before I even think about kids LOL

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

What? No :)

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hair, probably. Their voice.

6. what’s your eye colour?

Brown! 

7. scary movie or happy ending?

I want a scary movie that’s actually GOOD. No idiot plots or shit. A good ass mystery that needs solving.

8. any special talents?

I play 5 instruments and can sew real good! Also, I always know just how long to heat up microwave popcorn

9. where were you born?

Houston, TX

10. what are your hobbies?

I enjoy video games and Dungeons and Dragons. Singing, pretending like I can dance for more than like 5 seconds. 

11. do you have any pets?

I wish. I really want just like a little babey. Sphynx or Lykoi. Or a little fluffy doggie

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

I have never once in my life played a sport ™

13. how tall are you?

I think I’m 5′5″

14. favourite subject in school?

Choir bitch lmao

15. dream job?

Uh, streamer? Idk, I’d love to get into streaming.

Tagging @koolkukri @reks-the-necromancer-king @kohitime @armykagu @foreveluv

[23rdhunter]

Matcha, peppermint and Pu-erh!

matcha: favourite book?

An impossible question! Lately probably my big ole Complete Works of William Shakespeare, mostly the section of sonnets but also Much Ado About Nothing

peppermint:what’s your favourite holiday and why?

Thanksgiving, probably, with Halloween a close second. Growing up Thanksgiving was the low-stress holiday where many of my favorite people gathered together to hang out, talk, and eat food. I love and live for low-stress hangouts with my people. (Christmas sucks, btw. High-stress hangouts are not very fun) It was great. We are mostly skipping it this year due to various people's illness and inability to travel during the holiday season. Looking forward to Friendsgiving though!

pu-erh: 3 random facts about myself

(i was indecisive so put my age into a number generator and am picking things from the ages it spits out)

20: helped start an lgbt club on campus without the cofounder realizing I was gay? I kinda just figured she *understood* based on our conversations and she thought I was a cool and sad ally? Then I dropped out for~ i don't actually remember why? This year was insanely busy.

26: i actually loved attending the S's concerts and productions, even when they were little and objectively... bad. I like choirs and theater and people working together to create something that captures the emotions of their audience.

3: my neighbor had a Great Dane and our teeny townhouses were so close together he could reach his neck over from his deck to mine to bestow doggy kisses

[dustedmagazine]

Non Plus Temps—Desire Choir (Post-Present Medium)

Desire Choir by Non Plus Temps

There’s never enough time, so let’s start at the end with the thunderous skank of “Book (Dub),” a cut that low-rides into view on a bass line so thick that it buzzes through your bones, and not just the ones in your ear canal. Non Plus Temps takes its cue from the early 1980s alchemy of one Adrian Sherwood, the knob-twisting, reverb-sculpting wizard of On-U Sound. It’s most obvious on this largely instrumental cut, but once you’ve heard it, the thread runs all through Desire Choir, under breezy girl-pop ditties and nattering, percussive anxiety attacks. It’s all about that bass.

Non Plus Temps, out of Oakland, is a politically engaged duo, concerned with consumerism and labor exploitation, but in a crazily danceable way. The two core members include Sam Lefebvre, whom you might know as a writer for Pitchfork and the Guardian, and Andy Jordan, who has done time in a slew of Bay Area bands, including Andy Human and the Reptoids, Naked Roommate and the Cuts. 

This project doesn’t sound anything like the Cuts, whose fizzy garage pop licks made the early Aughts hum. It’s a little more in line with Naked Roommate’s robotic grooves, but hunched lower to the ground, growling, where Naked Roommate floated. But really, it’s its own undeniable thing, a post-punk jungle mash of hard rhythms and muttered diatribes, with more Clinic-y bounce and groove to it than you could expect or deserve. 

Take “Endless Jetty Nights” with its bounding one-two rhythm, its tick-tocking woodblock beat, its buzzy, trebly chorus, its rapid thump of low-end, like your heartbeat when you’ve just run for your life. It’s a gas, this song, a total pleasure, but just antic enough to keep you on your toes. “Warm Launderette” (surely a reference to Normal’s “Warm Leatherette”?) is slinkier and more decadent, with bursts of loose-skinned tom rolls and blares of distended saxophone. Jordan speak-sings in a nervy cadence, spitting out non sequiturs like “the bicycle fulcrum in my bony palm.” What does it mean? Who knows. But it scrambles and clatters in the most engaging way, just this side of utter chaos. 

The dub vibration lurks just beneath the surface, always, and rises occasionally right up to the top. “Five Birds Named California” lurches in heavy boots, a Frankenstein’s monster of a nodding groove. “Laika the Mongrel” dreams in deep space, paws scrabbling in doggy R.E.M. sleep. “Facts Sound Like Myths” has the bouncing, whistling, hard-edged sensuality of an ESG cut, while “Reversible Mesh” surrounds post-punk in a thick shroud of echo. 

It's all quite good in an end-of-the-world-dance-floor sort of way, where hedonism meets uncompromising principles, and the clangor of punk sinks into a soft undulating foundation of reggae bass. “It’s electro for the rioters,” as Jordan observes in “Continuous Hinge,” and it thumps, bumps, gallops and hits home. Sherwood would be proud.

Jennifer Kelly

[petnews2day]

Thousands of dogs go barking mad for return of Dogstival and Broadlands

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Thousands of dogs go barking mad for return of Dogstival and Broadlands

THOUSANDS of wagging tails descended on a Hampshire country estate for the return of a hugely popular dog festival.

Canine kings and queens gathered at Broadlands in Romsey in their droves for Dogstival, which also marked the Platinum Jubilee.

The festival, which is set to continue throughout Sunday, is expected to welcome around 15,000 people and thousands of their furry companions across the weekend.

It is the first time the event has been held at Broadlands, after previously taking place in the New Forest at Burley Park and outgrowing its home due to its popularity.

Billed as the ‘ultimate doggy weekend’, there were four arenas full of canine approved entertainment, live music, street performers and the Muddy Paws Tavern which hosted talks and breed meet ups.

At this special Platinum Jubilee edition, plenty of pooches enjoyed a giant doggy Barkingham Palace street party with a British afternoon tea created just for four-legged diners. Plus, huge canine thrones.

Owners got to try their hand at Crufts-style activities, including Barkour, Dogstival’s twist on parkour, where pups can navigate their way through an adventure playground of agility ramps, tunnels, ball pits, see-saws and more, as well as agility, hoopers and flyball.

READ MORE: Hollywood stars Scarlett Johansson and Sienna Miller pictured shooting film scenes in tiny Hampshire village

Early bursts of rain made way for a largely sunny afternoon, but plenty of pups still made a splash by launching themselves into a giant 10m dog diving splash pool and enjoying water-based retrieves.

Paul Brett from Farnborough entered his dog Daphne into one of the competitions. He said: “We came last year when it was in Burley but this is the first time we’ve entered Daphne into anything. We booked for five nights specifically just for this – it’s awful fun. Daphne learnt a trick, she didn’t win but it was just great to see her in the ring enjoying herself with the other dogs.”

New for 2022 was the Stand-Up Canine Comedy with the Barking Mad Comedy Club.

Guests perched on hay bales were also treated to family-friendly shows with canine experts and comedians, before more adult stand-up show started as the afternoon went on.

The comedy line-up joined Dogstival’s wider entertainment offering of live music, which this year included modern choir groups Love Soul Choir and Sing Now Choir, street performers and vintage funfair rides. While a host of Hampshire and Dorset vendors offered a range of street food for hungry humans and dogs alike.

Garry and Jane Marsh are visiting friends in Lymington and decided to come to the festival with their dog, Nina. They said: “We’ve loved it, it’s very friendly down here and there are lots of beautiful dogs. Nina has got her collar on for the jubilee as well. She got a little bit wet earlier on but thankfully the sun has come through now.”

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[livia-lerynn]

30 Days of Fic, Plus the Ones I Was Too Damn Tired: Day 18

Songs: The Wastelander who finds three connections between these songs and outbound favorite movie shall ride eternal, shiny and chrome.  

https://open.spotify.com/track/0kNlZyr6zHVZuadBh7rKZ7?si=ZnT_zXUfSv-TcbaLeR4fqQ

https://open.spotify.com/track/1DWRaY7hsOAxYtevhXrWNv?si=p3trCJeOQ86eAPTkEiHy8A

https://open.spotify.com/track/7FNIEfhhBlzsZFxCwI5Nwh?si=HoYipqtBQs6WB-hhXHgGoQ

What is it?” Nux cautiously lifts the lid of one of the small trunks. He gets a peek of some kind of tiny arm cradled beside a smooth, round surface.

Slit snaps the box closed.  “I found it; I get to open it.”

“If by find you mean stalled to pick it up, making me have to save your ass….”

“I had to pick it up – else you would have tripped over it.”

They are safely above ground, waiting for the word to move out.  The Imperator is making rounds, surveying everyone’s loot.  The best finds will be identified and presented directly to the Immortan himself.  

“We both found it,” declares Nux, “Whatever it is.”  

Nux opens the other trunk they’d picked up from the same room.  It’s about the same size as the first, but it’s oriented the opposite way.  Inside are sleeves of once-stiff paper each with a round, rigid object inside.  On the sleeves are a variety of pictures and words, some he recognises, some he doesn’t, and some he thinks he does, but the context is all wrong.  

“Eyes up!”  Slit smacks him in the head so he will jerk up in time to solute the approaching Imperator.  

The sleeve in Nux’s hand falls to the ground.  A man stares up at him, a man dressed in pure white and dazzling chrome despite its age.  His hair is a shock of black, and he wears a guitar slung over his shoulder.  Nux doesn’t recognise the world in bold, white letters, but he sounds it out.

“Good job, Boys.” Imperator Beemer says as bends to retrieve the sleeve, “You found the King?”

“The King?” Slit demands.  “What’s a king?”

“Chromest bloke ever to shine,” The Imperator says.  He peers at the round object inside the sleeve.  “I trust you got the player to?”

“We got this thing,” Nux offers.

“That, that’s the player.”  Imperator Beemer checks the first box as well.  He holds back a smile.  “We’ll give her spin once we get home.  You Boys are in for a treat.”

Nux spends the whole ride home wondering what the Imperator meant.  He keeps stealing glances in full moments at the two trunks he’s tucked behind Slit’s seat.  Sure, Slit claims they are in the way, but Nux knows they are important even if he doesn’t know why.  He just knows the Imperator said so, and there is nothing Nux loves so much as winning praise.  

Every moment of waiting after they arrive back at the Citadel is torture, but there is work to be done, inventories to be taken, dents to be buffed, and holes to be patched.  Everyone gradually releases the tension leftover from the run and eases into the evening rhythms of the Citadel.  Slop is served in the mess hall, and Nux goes to his usual table.  

“You ain’t nothing but a hound doggy, crying all the time…” sings a strange voice.

Nux looks up from his gruel.  Slit is quiet, as are the others around him.  He knows all their voices better than he does his own, and the voice singing belongs to none of them.  Slit and Nux both see Imperator Beemer approaching at the same time with a Pup pushing a cart behind him with the strange box atop.  It’s open now with the weird arm thing sticking out across one of the weird, black round thingies.  

“The King,” whispers Nux.

“You ain’t nothing but a hound doggy, crying all the time…”

Slit nods sharply, “And he’s singing about you.  You’re a rusty hound doggy, a whiny-ass smeg.”

Nux ignores him in favour of the “Na-na-na-na-na-na” of a snare drum that seems to be coming from the box as well.  He wonders how so many sounds fit in the box when the Doof Corps takes up a whole wagon.  

“Chrome, right Boys?” asks Imperator Beemer.  “I saw him once, Before, when I was barely a Pup.  He one of the Immorta, lives up in The Cloud now, the Cloud around Walhalla.”  As soon as the first song ends, he’s found another.  “Ah, 8, this one’s one of my favourites.”

“Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising,” that voice croons, and the Imperator joins in.  

It’s a bright song, light, joyful, not much like what the Doof Corps usually plays.  Nux’s foot taps as the song rolls along, building in intensity.  A smile grows across his face

“Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.  And you light my morning sky with burning love.”

“Chrome, eh Slit?” He asks without caring about the answer.

The other Boys seem to enjoy the music as well.  The Doof Warrior is clamouring onto a table, shaking his hips and swinging his arms as he goes.  

“I’m just a hunk-a-hunk-a burning love…”

Then Imperator Beemer shouts, “Hey, Doof, you got any Elvis in that jukebox brain o’ yours?” And Doof bangs an entirely different rhythm on his thighs and on the top of the table.  Then Beemer closes his eyes as he lifts  his arms and loses himself in the music: “A little less conversation, a little more action…”

Many days later, Nux will lie on his back, staring up at the sky as the last stars fade into morning.  His heart will race, not from night sweats but from the flame-coloured hair pooling on his chest.  He’ll try not to wake her as he stirs, but his lips will move with faint, breathy whispers: “I’m just a hunk-a-hunk-a burning love.  Just a hunk-a-hunk-a burning love.”

[another-chorus-girl]

“Erik House” Chapter 9

Erik slumped back on his seat at the piano bench. Long thin hands resting at his sides as he rested. He imagined it had been several days that he had begun endlessly working.

  He sighed standing up, cracking his stiff joints with several loud pops of his back. He pushed the black curtain back from a small window above, overlooking the back of the House.

Erik watched with litle interest the events unfolding outside on the large patio. At the back of the house, the patio was massive with a pristine red bricked finish. 

There was a long spacious table with colored glass, chairs immaculately carved and imported from Persia lined the table.  And at the very center of the bricked patio was an enormous inground swimming pool, going as deep as 8 feet.  Just past the patio was a luscious garden, a wide variety of lower species flourished and grew to tremendous lengths. Roses of varying colors-though mostly a deep red-bloomed beautifully throughout the garden.

Back on the patio there was much activity brimming on it today. The water shimmered in the sun and was oh so crystal clear, so Lerik's dark cloaked figure was painfully obvious in the water, despite his attempt to be discreet.

Carpenter sighed, watching the snorkel bob closer and closer to the group of Meriks.

"We see you!" He shook his head. The rest of the masked men agreed Lerik's insistence to swim in his clothes was ludicrous.

But the snorkel just kept bobbing.

With a smirk, Kerik padded his way through the water and placed a hand over the airpiece of the snorkel. All of the sudden a hand shot out thrashing about to shoo away at the novelised man's palm.

Lerik seemed to be the only one brave enough to stick his head in the water. In fear of their masks and wigs coming loose, none of the Meriks had gone any deeper than halfway, if they went in the water at all. Though they were dressed in the same long striped getup, the Meriks taste was certainly questionable in swimwear.  

Gerik and Y were seated by the water, but didn't go down to the end the party of Meriks were gathered at. Gerik wearing basic swim trunks as the movie adapted man dipped a foot in the cool water. Y wore a similar ensemble but had taken a while before coming out due to conflicting choices on bathing suits.

Destler was seen looking the most casual he'd been at the House. Unlike his counterparts that wore a striped full piece or swim trunks, Destler had no intention of going in the water-God knows what the chlorine would do to his face-and instead wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a simple pair of slacks. He watched the others boredly, lighting a fresh cigarette.  

"You must be burning up," He commented to Winslow whom sat next to him.

"A little but I'm sure I'll live." He remarked.

Jerik was beginning to smell as of lately and was barred from joining the festivities.

Cherik had said he would join the others shortly, going out to retrieve some more refreshments.

Gerik hesitantly stepped into the water, glancing over at the Meriks whom were laughing-or in their case cackling-at something humorous.

"It feels a little unfair sometimes," He mused.

Y nodded, "I agree. Technically I should be one of them. But, that's why it's called a technicality."

As the two outcasted Phantoms surveyed them, Panaro and Karimloo stepped out onto the patio.

Gerik hated to admit it after the mauling he'd recieved at the man's hands but he had a strange fondness for Karimloo. Perhaps because he was everything he was suppose to be. True, his movie was popular, but Karimloo was within that inner circle among the Meriks' greats despite only a few years under the West End man's belt. Physically, while under the mask was hideousness, he was as close to perfection as man with his condition could be. And his voice, it just had a pitch and density that truly soared.

Gerik had to look away, feeling his face go red, as Karimloo removed his loose shirt. The Merik's well toned physique was certainly a sight to behold as he had taken to wearing swim trunks as well. Some of the others stared, noticing the sleeve of tattoos Karimloo's arm exposed.

Panaro's eyes barely leaving the broader man with an almost possessive gaze.

'Oh no, he's hot!' Gerik felt himself shrieking in his head as he was sure his face-or the exposed half-was a very deep red.

"Are you quite alright?" Y asked his friend whom nodded.

"Fine!"

Suddenly Gerik felt a splash and was thoroughly drenched, his wig coming loose as he futily tried to readjusted the damp wig piece over his own dirty blond hair.

A black shape emerged to the surface as Soot barked happily paddling through the water.

"Good boy!" Panaro laughed, as the drenched labradoodle doggy paddled toward his master.

"See here! I agreed by Erik's request to supervise you lot, but really? Animals in the pool?" The Daroga scowled, uncomfortably chaperoning the festivities. Unfortunately the Persian owed Erik a favour.

"What about her?" Panaro asked, pointing at Ayesha, whom sat peacefully on a chair floaty by  Kerik whom totally sprawled out floated beside his little lady.

Daroga sighed, not wishing for a further headache, not even knowing half of the faces-err masks-surrounding him.

"Fine, as long as he stays out of trouble." The Persian relented, sitting back down.

The two Meriks walked past the pool and the stirring chaos beginning to ensue and up toward an adjacent Jacuzzi.

Panaro let out a sigh feeling his joints relax, immersed from the neck down in the hot tub, alongside Karimloo who stepped in next.

"Is it alright to just let him be?" Karimloo asked, pointing at the labradoodle whom was happily paddling through the water.

Panaro sighed, leaning back, "Oh he's fine! He loves to swim."

Meanwhile Harley scowled at the Meriks, approaching Y and Gerik.

"Was getting a little worried you weren't ever coming out." Y stated.

"I just....needed to get away." He said, glaring at one shaded figure in particular. Being one of the more overly susceptible to sunlight, Crawford was not oppose to going outside but burned too easily to join the others. But he stayed hidden in shadow under the canopy, happy enough watching the others have some fun.

Jones sat beside his cloaked friend, "You sure you won't come out at all?"

Crawford shook his head, "It's quite alright. Though I'll be back in a moment."

Getting up, the older Merik made to head inside only to bump into a disgruntled Harley.

"Oh! Beg your pardon there," Crawford apologised stepping past him.

As he went inside, the Merik failed to hear Harley's grumbling. Or the chaos that ensued after that.

"The old age choir boy should watch where he's walking," Harley muttered just a little too loudly that the nearby Meriks could hear.

Next thing anyone knew, Harley was yanked from behind and thrown into the water.

"I thought we taught you a well learned lesson last time!" Mauer growled,

"Hold him down!" Carpenter ordered, shoving Harley's face down in the water. Jones stood, running out to the poolside.

"Gentlemen! Please is this necessary?!" Jones exclaimed, trying to avoid further trouble and attempting to futily pull the Meriks apart.

Wilkinson attempted to give the kind hearted Merik some assistance but two Meriks were not enough to break apart the brawl. Even Daroga had attempted to step in for some aid.

"I'm not even a part of your adaptation and already I feel as exhausted as I do with Erik!" Daroga groaned.

Y watched the chaos enfold and stood from the chair he sat at.

"Where are you going?" Gerik asked, "You can't be seriously going over there?"

"The poor man's our friend, he needs help." The older man said, being older and liking to think he was a little wiser, he wasn't scared of the Meriks as his film adapted friend was.

But the Meriks stopped hearing the back door open and close again, Crawford with a water bottle in hand was tapping his foot rather impatiently.

"More and more I find these confrontations to be rather frequent," He sighed shaking his head at the others. "For God's sake let him up now, he can't very well breathe with you lot holding-OOF!"

All of the sudden Crawford felt himself being propelled into the water face first. On the way over to help settle the ruckus, Y had slipped and lost his footing. And unable to stop himself slammed into the older Merik, sending him flying.

The Meriks all collectively gasped. Even from the hot tub Panaro and Karimloo whom were watching held a breath, knowing what would happen next would be anything but good.

Some seconds later, Crawford had resurfaced and pulling himself out of the pool, Wilkinson and Jones helping pull him out. His suit and cloak were completely drenched, sticking to his frame.

Even worse than that, once he raised a hand to wipe his face and realised something was missing.

Crawford felt the bare right side of his face.

"My mask!" He gasped, reaching up he felt the few wispy strands of hair and realised he was both without the wig and mask.

"Oh no..." Jones knew full well what was to happen next once Crawford's now wild mismatch eyes found Y standing where he just was. "Ok, it's ok. I'll just go and fetch them-"

But before he could finish the older Merik had made his way past Jones and the others and had his hands around Y's throat dragging him back down into the pool.

"My patience has run it's course with you!" Crawford exclaimed, as the older man struggled against his grip whilst flailing his arms in the water.

Harley was barking with laughter, only fuelling the other Meriks previously subsided rage.

With all the splashing and commotion, Ayesha whom was cautiously and peacefully floating was startled after getting splashed and toppled into the water.

"My little lady!" Kerik gasped, swimming over to scoop up the soaked Siamese. 

The novelised man hissed in pain as unintentionally Ayesha sunk her claws in his bare arms.

Opening the back door Cherik stepped out his hands full with bottles of fine wine and varying snacks. For the occasion the strawberry blonde had taken to wearing a different mask that glinted in the sunlight.

"I brought more refreshments for every....." Cherik smiled but paused eyes wide behind his mask observing the madness unfolding. On one hand Jones-whom had jumped in the water-was attempting to pry Crawford's hand off Y's throat. Wilkinson and Daroga too busy with wrestling off the Meriks whom had resumed their attack on Harley.

Sitting back watching the show Winslow and Destler chuckled at the hilarity of it all.

"I don't envy them," Winslow remarked as Destler reached over and snatched one of the fresh wine bottle from a frozen Cherik's hands. He sat up, reaching over for two wine glasses on a nearby table.

"And that is why I do best to steer clear of their floor." He nodded

Handing the helmet adorned man a glass, he raised his own.

"To blissfully being excluded in such shenanigans," Destler toasted. Winslow smirked clinking his glass, "Cheers."

It had taken sometime and some leverage but finally Crawford and Y had been separated, the latter needing to visit Phibes down the street for a bruised windpipe, along with Harley battered and mauled yet again.

Things settled down after that, Daroga had to separate a few of the Meriks. Too many of them in one large group was a little too dangerous.

Cherik cautiously sat in the shade nibbling on some chex mix with Jones and Wilkinson, feeling a little more at ease with them.

Karimloo and Panaro were still in the hot tub, relaxing in the hot water.

"Your skin must be pruning by now," Panaro smirked

Karimloo held a hand up, inspecting his fingers, "Nope. You?"

Panaro looked up at his own hands, "Me neither."

Suddenly Panaro's head shot up hearing whining and rapid splashing in the pool. Soot was still swimming along but his back leg became snagged under the water, pulling the labradoodle down.

The dog cried as it panicked to break free.

"SOOT!" Panaro shouted, seeing his dog disappear under the water. "NO!"

But as he got up, Karimloo was quicker. Sprinting out of the hot tub, he dove head first in the pool, disappearing under. Panaro rose up, heaving and panicked.

Thankfully he saw a shape resurface, seeing a familiar canine poke it's head up.

"Soot!" Panaro smiled, and he noticed Karimloo reemerge with him. Supporting the dog in his arms, the Merik swam them both to the shallow end. His mask and wig missing as well.

Panaro followed and wrapped his arms around the soaked labradoodle.

"Oh don't ever scare me again like that boy. I'm glad you're ok," He breathed, feeling Soot lick his exposed half of his face.

Panaro looked up at Karimloo whom shook his head with a small smile.

"Sorry you have to see this," Karimloo gestured at his face, looking away.

Panaro glanced back at the pool, crouching down and scooping something out of the water.

"I'm sorry," He said holding up the pieces of broken porcelain for Karimloo to see. He stood and reached up to turn Karimloo's face back to him.

"But..." Panaro said smiling, "I don't think you need the mask. Not for me." Karimloo flashed him a sad smirk, "You don't need to lie."

"But I'm not," Panaro brought a hand up to Karimloo's marred cheek.

The men were interrupted as Soot shook, water splashing everyone as his fur was now poofy.

Panaro laughed, "We'll get you inside."

"I'll come with you," Karimloo said, ringing out and reapplying his damp wig, placing a hand over his deformity. "I've had enough excitement for one day." 

 ~Lerik snorkels to kill Phillipe in the 1925 film, he even has a spare

~Mr Y having many bathing suits is a “Bathing Beauty” pun

~Hugh Panaro said in an interview Soot loved swimming

~Yes, that is a Spongebob line Gerik thinks in his head

~Ramin Karimloo has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm. Since his tattoo peaked out during ‘Music of the Night’ I say it’s canon here for him.

~Cherik has multiple masks and sometimes wears two at a time in his adaptation

~Phibe is a reference to “The Abominable Dr. Phibe” a film from the 1970s. It’s not necessarily PotO but it’s very relatable to Phantom.