#miss shania talks too much

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

PSA: BAD LITTERBOX

i don't usually make posts like this, but this is a truly upsetting topic to me as a lifelong cat owner, so i feel i have a duty to share my knowledge with others.

there is a type of automatic litterbox for cats being sold that is EXTREMELY dangerous and has killed numerous cats through blunt force trauma, suffocation, etc. this litterbox is being sold under different brand names and logos, so i will include the picture of the model and two links to informational videos with more evidence and eloquence than i am able to provide.

please consider not having this type of litterbox in your home for your furry friends. me and my 16 year old tortie, puddy, want the best for all your kitty friends

image of litterbox below:

here are my two video links that provide proof and testimonials of this harmful product:

This Scam is Killing Cats by penguinz0

The DEADLY self-cleaning litter boxes that have flooded the market by One Man Five Cats

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

well i'm glad i'm compatible with my friends here hehehe

tagging @radioactive-synth @hollytanaka @daphneblakess

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

[superblysubpar]

we'll call it love masterlist

summary: steve and you make up at a wedding | a smut blurb request here - thank you! | NSFW 18+

2k words

warnings: this is apart of my series WCIL universe and while it can be read on it's own and make sense, definitely more fun if you've read the series, and this would spoil some things. | SMUT (oral - reader receiving, PIV unprotected sex - public)

His forearms rest on the railing, white sleeves of his button down rolled to his elbows, his suit jacket and vest long gone. The veins in his hands flexed as the amber liquid in his glass swirled. The sun was just starting to set over the skyline - pinks and oranges, a touch of purple. 

It was perfect, and you weren’t watching it with him - or rather he wasn’t watching you watch it. Steve turned away from the sky you’d normally be enraptured by. Normally your hand would be in his, your head resting on his shoulder as you finally slowed down for a second and just were together.  

He looked past the tables, the couples and friends sharing drinks and cigarettes. Past the twinkling garden lights and through the floor to ceiling glass windows left open for the evening. 

His best friend in the middle of the dance floor in a white dress. It’s simple though, sleek, not an ounce of detail on it and hugs her curves, suiting her perfectly. He totally cried when she tried it on and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Her honey hair is pinned in curls reminiscent of old Hollywood that you helped with. Her bright blue polished fingers reached towards the pale pink ones outstretched to her, pulling the slender hand to lace with hers. She twirled the brunette adorned in traditional lace, whose head is thrown back in a laugh and accompanied by a smile he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen or heard from her before and it makes his eyes get a little misty. Eddie, by some feat, starts singing ‘You’re Still The One’ by Shania Twain and that’s what finally does get his lips to twitch into almost a smile. He’s certain Robin was not the only one who broke him and it probably took quite a bit of bribing from you. 

He’s not too emotional as they start their first dance, but it’s when he sees you, swaying and pulling out a lighter with Eddie’s girlfriend on the side of the dancefloor that his breath catches in his throat, his chest tightens. The two of you whistled at Eddie who rolls his eyes without missing a beat, before you’re both tilting your heads together and toasting your champagne. Steve watched as you watch their love, he watched you feel it overwhelm the room and his heart beats harder in his chest. 

The week of being maid of honor and best man for the couple had bent you both to your limit, and he just had to go and make it a fight. He had to push it, to turn it into a thing you yelled about until it became a thing you both were giving the silent treatment over. Now both too scared to say sorry first or talk about the big, giant, question he just sort of screamed at you and you left hanging there. 

Steve sips on his drink, taking in the way the shimmering green dress hugs your curves, the way it falls at your calves and slits up the front. He swallowed as you tugged absentmindedly on the little ‘S’ resting in the dip of your collarbones, sipping your champagne. He can see the way your eyes shimmer watching the two girls dance, the way your shoulders fell in a deep sigh. He knows you’re just as much of a sap as he is, you just don’t want to admit it. 

He knows it even more when the guitar drifts off and the next song starts and Eddie looked straight at him as he called, “Robin and Nancy would like anyone who’s in love to please come join them on the dance floor.”

The opening notes of ‘It Had To Be You’ by Frank Sinatra began and Steve watched your head turn, eyes roaming over the room until they met his. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders and he made his way to you. 

He sets his glass down, grabbing the hand you offered and you both step onto the dancefloor, smiling at Robin over Nancy’s shoulder. 

Steve’s hands found your waist easily, like they’re his favorite place to rest, home. Yours over his shoulders, fiddling with the collar and then the ends of his hair as you started to sway. Your head tilted up at him with a purse of your lips and playfully narrowed eyes.  

“Are you all done being mister brooding, sexy, grumpy-”

“Sexy, huh?”

Your eyes rolled as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you in tighter to his chest, fingers warm on your exposed back and toying with the straps criss-crossing over it. He kissed at your temple and hummed, “Not sure I’ll ever be done being that. It’s tough to say about the brooding. Definitely not grumpy anymore though.”

Your cheek pressed to his shoulder, palm dragging down to rest on his chest, fingers rubbing small circles over a button. Your voice was quiet, unsure, shaking with something that sounded like genuine fear.  “Are we okay?”

He stopped dancing then, eyes bouncing between yours as he sighed at the worry evident there. He grabbed both of your hands, kissing your knuckles before he dropped them to cup your cheeks. 

“I’m an idiot, I never should have-”

“No, I’m an idiot, I should have-”

He interrupts your interruption with a kiss, your hands pressed to his chest from the passion behind it. Warm breath against your cheek from his nose as his hand slid up your jaw, thumb at your ear as he cradled your neck to bend back for him, palm of his other hand catching your lower back as you arched. 

He parted from you with a gasp, both of you breathing heavily as he kissed you again, much softer before he suggested, “How about, we’re both idiots and we go make up real quick?”

That’s how he got you in one of the bathrooms. Fighting long forgotten, if it could even really be called that. Sorry’s mumbled into lips in between I love you’s. He had his hands on your waist, pushing you hard against the bathroom door so you were gasping. Steve lifted your dress, gaze on where your bodies met, pushing at the hem frantic, needy, until you were completely exposed and he was gulping. 

“You’re not - you haven’t been wearing underwear this entire day?”

Your head smacked against the door with a low laugh, shaking it no. Steve practically growled, his hands moving over your body, worshiping your curves, down your thighs and back up. He pushed his palms flat against the door on either side of your waist, dropping to his knees, staring up at you like you put the sunset in the sky. His lips skimmed over your skin, starting at your knee and moving higher so he was at your center. Kisses and nips over your thighs until he was cursing at the sight in front of him. 

Lips glistening for him already, it was easy for his nose to slide between them, his mouth close behind. His tongue traced their curves, teasing at your entrance so you jolted against him, hands finding his hair and tugging the way he liked. Steve let a hand fall to your hip, traveling lower to cup your ass and squeeze to hear your giggle, then down your thigh until he was hitching it over his shoulder. 

“St-Steve.” Your body shivered around him, clenching around nothing yet. 

He mouthed at your clit, tongue flicking it and pulling away to watch your hips try to chase him. He couldn’t last, not with the way your hands carded through his hair, the way you looked down at him like he was everything. 

Your leg dropped roughly, so he could stand, both of your hands meeting his at the button and zipper. Fumbling and bumping, your head ducked to catch his lips, wet and sloppy, desperate in their kiss. Your mouths moved over each other’s fast, greedy, devouring one another between heavy breaths. 

Steve teased his tip at your entrance, dragging it through your slick and tapping on your clit until you were biting on his lower lip, gasping out a please. 

He thrust in fast, not letting you prepare or recover as he slid out of you slowly only to do it again. Your mouth parted against his, not quite kissing anymore, just breathing in and out with each other, lips and noses touching and bumping. Steve hitched your leg higher on his hip, hands roaming beneath each thigh and lifting so you were wrapped around him. He thrust into you in deep strokes, never letting his gaze fall from yours, hazel eyes consuming you. 

Your head bumped the door, his hips slamming into yours as his fingers gripped at your ass. His lips took your bottom one between his, sucking dirty and pulling a little meanly until he released it, breathing heavily. Your orgasm built quickly, entire body vibrating around him, ready for him to take you away, off the planet and into the stars. 

“You’re mine,” he thrust deeper, pausing and kissing over your jaw, down your neck, voice softening, “My fucking girl.”

He rolled his hips and you moaned at his possessiveness, at the weight of the gold necklace around your neck. Your spine prickled with lust, excitement, adrenaline, as your head fell forward so your foreheads touched. You panted against his lips, nodding. 

“I’m yours. All yours. Forever. Whatever you want.”

Steve lips found yours again, his hand on your jaw pulled you open more so his tongue could roll over yours, so it could trace your top lip. The kind of kiss that made your stomach flutter, made goosebumps erupt over your skin, made your cheeks flush, your toes curl and your fingers push deeper into his hair, needing him closer. He parted from you, grabbed your hand and laced it with his, pushing it up against the door and your other clung to the back of his head as his hips picked up their pace. 

“Oh! Fuck, right - S-Steve!” Your head hit the door again, fingers tensing and flexing between his, legs shaking from the orgasm about to rip through you. 

“Louder, honey. They all need to hear who can get you like this.”

You clenched around him at his words, a little turned on by people knowing just like he was. His fingers dropped yours, quick to find your clit and press figure eights to the swollen nerves. Your feet locked behind him as you clenched around his dick, gushing over him as stars exploded behind your eyes and you yelled out even louder, unsure if you were even saying words. 

Your body on fire, heat from head to toe as your eyes rolled back, band inside of you snapping as his release filled you up. Steve’s head fell into the crook of your neck with his own cry, hips stuttering until you were both still. The only sounds the low thudding of music from outside and both of your sharp inhales and louder exhales.  

“Did you mean it?” His voice was raspy, nose nudging up your neck as he cupped your ass, holding you against him. 

“Wh-what?” You couldn’t quite catch your breath, eyes heavy and blinking, exhausted from the orgasm he just gave you. . 

Steve kissed your jaw, swallowing. “Forever? Was that an answer to my question?”

“I-”

Pounding on the other side of the wood rattled the door against your back and Steve pushed his weight against it, yelling, “Occupi-”

“You’re both animals! It’s my fucking wedding shitbirds! Clean yourselves up and you better get your asses out here before Wilson Phillips or I will kill you both!”

Robin’s voice echoed through the door and both of you sputtered out laughs, covering each other’s mouths. Eyes growing fonder, sparkling with mischief, you both let your hands drop and he was kissing you. Legs dropping to the ground gently, his fingers cupped your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. 

He let you go and smiled as your eyes blinked rapidly, eyelashes fluttering as you cleared your throat, dazed look behind your eyes and cheeks warm under his palms as he asked, “We’ll finish this later?” 

[citrusrei]

In This Lifetime.

Joel Miller x Reader 18+ MDNI Summary: You might have fallen for a man before the world went to hell. He might have fell for you too. Genre: lil dash of angst maybe, Smut, Fluff TLOU!Universe Word Count: 4.6k Warnings: Pre-Outbreak!Joel, slight violence, smut (piv ~unprotected~, fingering, hand jobs, oral m receiving, creampies ig, vocal dirty joel), age gap (reader is 22, joel is 36) good Ol’ soft Joel, slightly possessive joel (yessir) i kind of combined the game universe and the show universe so it takes place in 2013 but imagine whatever joel u want lol. lemme know if i missed anythingggg

Listen to these as you read~

Pt. 1/2

AN: there is a secondary story to this which i was so torn on whether or not I should keep both parts as one or split them up but here we are. This is just kind of introductory and some back story with the lovely pair. Part 2 is already written so it’ll be up a few days after this one i hope u all enjoy it <3 <3 <3

       “You’re up, Sweetheart.”

You grabbed the pool stick closest to you and walked over to the green-topped table, leaning over it as you looked down the cue’s sights. You were obviously aware of how the tight jean skirt you were wearing rode up slightly as you bent over. You were also very aware of the Miller brother staring directly at it.  

Tommy Miller was a born flirt. You could swear that he came out of the womb talking up the nurses. What you hadn’t noticed was Tommy nudging his older brother's shoulder, quirking his eyebrow and nodding over to the show you were putting on.  

Joel glanced, taking a swig of his miller light and then looking away almost immediately. Tommy chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way over to where you were. You’d missed your shot more than a handful of times and Tommy felt bad. He leaned over your body, hands running up your waist to your arms to guide the shot. Sure enough, the solid 8 ball went right into the hole. You cheered with glee, feeling the effects of your vodka tonic. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled down to you, swaying you to some country song on the bars radio.

Joel sighed, grabbing the cue of his own and taking his turn, biting back the bile that worked its way up your throat. He hated how Tommy was so openly flirting with. He was always like that. Joel looked down the cues sights and hit. Of course, he gets it the first try. “You’re really good at this, Joel!” You said, smiling his way. Joel smiled back softly, “Not much to it.” he said humbly.  

“Well, I’m just saying. Way better than I am.”

“Yeah, well it’s your first time, right Sweetheart?” Tommy said, taking the shot in your place.

You nodded, looking at Joel again. He stared back almost shamelessly. It was always like this. The stares, the looks, the glances. The few shared words, always cordial and tamed. Joel had to have known you were into him. Who wouldn’t be? He was tall, handsome, and that slight southern drawl? Good lord. But he was also polite, and funny at times. You loved the banter between the two Miller brothers. They were quite literally opposites of each other.

You’d known the both of them for a while. You had met Tommy first at this very bar about a year ago. He’d just gotten back after being deployed for a few years and needed to wind down after time away in a foreign country. And there you were.

You were drunk that night as you and your best friends danced and sang (quite badly) to Shania Twains ‘Man I Feel Like a Woman’. What could you say? It was a guilty pleasure.

He’d been watching you for a while. Watching you laugh with your friends and reject the men who came up to you, trying their luck. He couldn’t help but introduce himself when you walked up to the bar he sat at and ordered another drink. You weren’t interested at first, but he was charming. He’d gotten your phone number fairly quick as he fed you compliments that had your cheeks blushing and your tummy tingling. You probably would have gone home with him that night had your friend Holly not gotten sick from all the sex on the beach’s she was slamming back.

A few days later he texted you, asking if you’d like to meet him at that bar. You agreed. You met up with him for drinks a few more times and then one night he asked if his brother could tag along. Another Miller? You’d already taken a liking to Tommy so you were excited to meet another one. The night you met Joel, he was so quiet and kind of brooding, you almost didn’t like him. That’s until Tommy got a little too tipsy and saw a woman he used to mess around with back in the day and left early with her.

You think Joel felt a little bad for you that night.  You weren’t too upset about it honestly. Yeah, you thought Tommy was hot but after hanging out with him so much, you only saw him as a friend. 

You and Joel actually hit it off after Tommy left. You found he was easy to talk to, which could have also been the liquid courage he’d been drinking. You learned a bit about him as the night progressed. You found out he was quite a bit older than you, you being 22 at the time. He was about 14 years older. Not that you minded. If you were honest, you’d always thought older men were sexy. He was a Father to a teenage girl, name Sarah. The light of his life. He worked as a carpenter which was also added to the appeal. He was good with his hands.  

You talked a bit about yourself. How you had a sister who was younger than you. You bonded over both being the oldest child. You’d just gotten your associates in teaching, your goal to be a preschool teacher someday. He found it admirable. You started laughing when he drunkenly brought up how teachers should be paid more and how he’d always had a crush on Sarah’s 3rd grade teacher.

“You have a nice laugh... It reminds me of wind chimes.” He spoke, almost dreamily. Like he was entranced.  

“Wind... chimes? Is that a good thing?” You said faking offense.

He nodded, sipping on his glass of whiskey, “Very good... it’s pretty to the ears.”

You laughed again, realizing Joel had no idea what he was even talking about. Joel put his hand on your thigh, gripping it lightly. Your heart rate picked up; you had drunk too much to even process anything at this point. “You’re real pretty too. Tommy can’t even see what he has in front of him.” You blinked back confusion as you tried to follow what he was saying.

“Tommy? I think that boat has sailed. He’s a friend. Nothing more.” You said, finishing off your fruity little cocktail. Joel perked up a bit, looking at you a moment before looking back down to his almost empty glass.

“Well, there has to be someone, right? Lil’ thing like you should have no trouble bringing home whoever you want to.”

You laughed for what felt like the 50th time, “I mean, is it hard? No. But... I’m kind of picky. I don’t like just anyone.” Joel stayed silent a moment, letting his hand rest on your leg. His touch seared a handprint to it, you were sure. Your stomach was going crazy and you didn’t know if it was because of him or the alcohol.  

To test the waters a bit more, you continued, “There is someone I think is alright.” You placed your hand on top of Joel’s, dragging it further up your thigh. His eyes watched intently, breathing heavily as it traveled from right above your knee, to your inner thigh and almost under your skirt before he pulled it back to his lap and cleared his throat. You sighed, flustered. You were hoping he’d get the hint but suddenly clarity ran through you and you realized you were both too inebriated to go further. If you were going to ever fuck Joel Miller, it wasn’t going to be drunk. At least for the first time.

“We should call it a night. The room is about to start spinning for me and I’m not fixin’ to throw up tonight.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. Joel nodded, getting up from his chair. “I’ll call us some taxis.”

After that night, there was nothing you wanted more than for Joel to take you home and fuck you senseless. You couldn’t help it. Something in the way he wore his basic-colored tees and sipped from his drinks or even acknowledged what you said by his little grunts. He was big and muscly but not too much. You were smitten. Plus, you’d never forgotten how his strong hand rubbed up your thigh which added so much fuel to the fire. It was like a little sneak peek of what was to come. Or what you wish would come... or who.

“Alright, I need another drink. Anyone else?” Tommy said, ignoring the blatant stares between you and Joel, or if he noticed, he didn’t care. You kind of had the feeling he’s been waiting for the day you and Joel finally just got it over with.

“I’m okay.” You replied. Joel passed on another drink as well and took his turn, sinking another ball in the gutter.

“How’s Sarah doing?” Joel’s ears perked up at the sound of his daughter's name being said.

“She’s doing good. Has a big math test coming up she’s been studying for. Haven’t seen her much.” You nodded, subconsciously moving closer to the man taking another shot and sinking it. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but you did wish he’d say something.  

“What about you? Got anything goin’ on?” He asked, a moment later.

“Not much. Going back to school soon. Start that teaching assistant job soon too, so that’ll be fun.” Joel smiled to you and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly the sound of yelling and glasses breaking could be heard from the bar.

“Fuck you, you redneck piece of shit!” You could hear Tommy yelling as he swung at a rather large man next to him at the bar.  

Your eyes widened as you looked to Joel who was already throwing his pool cue to the table and running over to his brother.

“Hey! What the fuck is going on?” Joel yelled, pulling Tommy back by the fabric of his shirt.

“This prick has no fucking manners is what’s going on!” Tommy yelled, “He said some shit about her!” Pointing to you.

Joel’s eyes flicked to the man in question, his mood changing instantly. He was pissed. “What the fuck did you say?”

The man in front of them laughed as you weaved through the crowd to reach the brothers. You stood back, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire in case anything broke out.

The burly man chuckled, a slimy sound escaping from his throat as he repeated himself.

“I said I’d love to take a little slut like that home so she can ch-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before Joel swung on the man. He hit him so hard you could hear the crack of his jaw and he was out instantly.

“Joel!” You yelped, standing there, eyes wide open as you watched the man fall from the bar stool to the wood floor of the bar. Joel turned around, his hard eyes softening as he saw your expression. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He hushed; his words quick.

You followed Joel and Tommy out of the bar and on to the busy sidewalk. People stared as you three rushed out, slightly out of breath. The two men conversed with each other a moment before they turned back to you.

“You want me to take you home?” Joel asked. You nodded instantly, feeling the chill in the air as you hugged yourself.

The ride home was quiet. Your adrenaline was pumping and you felt antsy in your seat. You glanced around the truck and noticed Joel’s knuckles were bleeding. You sighed, “Joel... your hand.”

Joel glanced down to his hand and laughed bitterly, “Man got what he deserved. Fuck.”  

After he said that, the rest of the drive was silent. You could hear Joel breathing heavily in the driver's seat, still coming down from the high of breaking a man's jaw. As you pulled up to your apartment, you looked at him, “Do you want to come in? We should look at that hand of yours.”

He agreed and followed you inside. You sat Joel down on the toilet as you kneeled in front of him, dabbing his knuckles with a wet washcloth. He winced a few times and you backed off a moment before continuing. After wiping the dried blood and applying some ointment and bandages, you looked up to Joel to thank him. He shook his head, smiling lightly, “Don’t worry about it. Like I said... he deserved it. Makes my blood boil just thinkin’ about it.”

You subconsciously started tapping his knee as you were still kneeling before him. “Either way... I appreciate it. Is it bad that I was kind of curious as to what he was going to say?”

A quick breath left Joel’s mouth as he studied your wound work, “I think I wouldn’t have stopped had I let him finish.” His voice was deep and serious. It sent chills down your spine. You don’t doubt that he wouldn’t have stopped. The protectiveness of the Miller family is unmatched. It gave you butterflies to know you have someone who would stick up for you like that.

A moment of quietness passed before Joel spoke, changing the subject.

“Do you remember that night a few months ago at the bar? The night Tommy ditched us?”

You smiled, rising to your feet to wash your hands. “Of course, I do. Although, I’m not sure how. I was pretty wasted that night.” Joel smiled too, recalling it.  

“That night,” he began, “When you said there was someone you thought was ‘alright’... Ah, never mind.”

You finished washing your hands and looked at Joel, “I meant you.”

His head snapped to meet your gaze. He already knew the answer but hearing it out loud meant it was real and not just him lost in his thoughts, fantasizing. Hoping he was the one you were talking about. He felt kind of silly. Being his big age, having a crush on a younger woman, and acting like a kid about it. He didn’t know why he didn’t just go up and ask, or flirt back more. Hell, all the times you’d flaunt your body with the short skirts, or the low-cut tops showing just the right amount of cleavage, or even more.  Or all the times you’d run your hand across his back and smile at him, eyes twinkling with a something a bit more than being friendly. Joel knew. He knew you were into him and he never said anything. Maybe some banter back if he was drinking enough, but nothing else.  

And that night at the bar. You leading his hand up your skirt sent Joel into a panic. He was so close to something and he pulled away. Why? Joel knew he was handsome; he had a charm to him. He wasn’t inexperienced or desperate but you made him nervous. He’d been on a couple of dates since his divorce but with raising a teenage daughter and his business with Tommy, they were far and few. And here you were. Beautiful, funny, nice and laughing at his dad jokes? What a catch you were.

“Does that surprise you?” You remarked, “I thought I was bit obvious.”  

Joel came to and started laughing lightly, “I guess I am a bit surprised.” He stood up and walked to you, confidence finding him more and more every second that passed. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flushed against his body. “I should have kept going that night. You got me curious.”

Your eyebrow quirked up to the older man, “Oh yeah? Curious about what?”

“About what exactly you wanted to show me under that skirt of yours that night. I’ve been thinking about it almost every night when I’m home... only one awake. It’s been driving me kind of crazy if I’m being honest with you.” He said breathlessly, the dirty talk already affecting him.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he held you, telling you he’d been thinking of you, probably touching himself every night. Little did he know you were doing the same. The memory of his hand being inches from where you wanted him most that night could send you into a frenzy.  

Joel leaned into you, hovering over your mouth. You could feel his breath fan across your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his hand working its way up from your waist, over the swell of your breast, to your neck. “You don’t even have to ask.” You said, closing the distance between the two of you. Joel kissed you back desperately. Like he’d been waiting for this for a lifetime. He was handsy and unorganized in the way he roamed your body, grabbing where he could as if you’d float away. His hands flew under your top, pawing at the skin of your tummy and further to your lacy bra.

The kiss deepened as Joel’s tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like the liquor he’d been drinking and it was intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough. You sucked on his tongue as his hands went behind you, unclasping the bra under your shirt. “Take both off.” He demanded, breaking away from the sloppy kiss. Your hands left his body as you rid yourself of everything on top, hands flying down to shimmy out of the jean skirt you were wearing too. Joel followed in suit, shedding his flannel and grey tee underneath. He was so toned, your mouth watered at the sight. His skin was tanned from working in the sun, muscles peeking through. You grabbed him again, pulling him back to you as you peppered little kisses across his chest to his neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. Joel groaned, sending a wave of pleasure down to your pussy. You could feel your cunt gush as you clenched around nothing. You couldn’t help but moan back as Joel grunted in your ear. His hands behind you again, running down the length of your back and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze. He pulled you into him again. You could feel the hardness of his length poking you through the jeans he had on. Your hands dropped from his arms to the zipper of his jeans, shakily trying to rid him of them. You got frustrated and pushed Joel to the sink, dropping to your knees before him, finally unzipping his pants and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck... what a pretty sight this is.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you grinned innocently, reaching for his cock in his boxers. “Want you in my mouth. Can I?” You asked, freeing his needy length. The tip was red and leaking already. You craved it just from the sight.

“Wanna suck my cock, baby girl?” You nodded, stroking his dick up and down slowly, teasing him a bit. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

You took Joel in between your lips, finally tasting the salty liquid that leaked from his tip. It was ecstasy. You felt feral. Already addicted to the taste of this man you’ve been pining for for months. “Ah, fuck. Feel’s so f-fucking nice, baby. Suck me off.” Joel’s dirty words went straight to your cunt which was dripping by now. Your panties stuck to you uncomfortably and all you wanted to do was have him rip them off you. You continued your ministries on his dick, bobbing your head up and down along the shaft, taking breaks to suck his on his balls. Sloppy, wet noises you’d normally be embarrassed of echoing in the room only dampening your panties further. Joel loved it. He was a mess in your hands as he moaned and grunted, weaving his fingers through your hair as he pushed you lower on to his cock. “Take me so well, mm- fuck. Such a good girl.” Joel hissed through gritted teeth. Your free hand flew to your underwear, rubbing the swollen bud, feverishly. Relief flooding through you as you finally got some contact. Joel noticed and pulled you from his shaft to your feet, kissing you hungrily. He could taste himself on your tongue as he sucked on it. His hand replaced yours in your panties, his finger rubbing small but intense circles on your clit.  

“Fuck, J-Joel.” You moaned into his open mouth, bucking your hips into him.  

“Is baby girl getting desperate? Need something more?” he asked, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him.  

“Yes, please. N-Need you in me.” You begged. Joel smiled, kissing you again. He continued the kiss a moment, slowing his rhythm on your needy bud. “Say please for me again, darling.” You whined, rolling your hips against Joel’s fore finger for just a bit more friction.  

“Joel, please fuck me.” Joel grinned against your lips as he removed his hand from your underwear and grabbed your wrist, leading you to your room. Once in it, Joel removed the rest of his clothes, stroking his hard cock a few times. “On the bed.” He demanded. You were instantly on mattress, freshly made this morning about to be wrecked. You shimmied out of your panties, throwing them to the side. You spread your legs as you laid against your headboard, showing Joel how wet you truly were. Your fingers slid from your breast downwards past your stomach to your slick, rubbing your clit slowly as Joel watched you. He watched with hungry eyes, literally on the edge of imploding if he wasn’t inside of you within the next 30 seconds. Joel crawled on to the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you to where he was. “You’re so fucking pretty. So. Pretty.” He said, slapping his heavy cock against the place you needed him the most. You moaned, your head falling back against the pillow underneath you. “Please. Put it in. Please, please.” Joel breathed out a breathy laugh, running his tip between the lips of your pussy, coating his length in yourself.  

“Been wantin’ this for a long time, baby girl.” He said, leaning down to kiss you once more. “Are you ready?” You nodded, feeling as though you were being tortured. Joel guided himself into you with a grunt. He pushed himself past your walls, cursing under his breath, finally feeling your warmth. “f-fuck...” he sobbed out, breath whooshing from his lungs. This was affecting him as much or maybe even more than you. “So fucking nice. Better than I could have imagined.”  

You moaned again, wrapping your arms around Joel as he began fucking into you. He started at a good pace, taking his time with his thrusts. Your legs linked around him, drawing him in closer. Joel could feel it, just how deep he was in you. It drove him mad. His movements stuttered as he repositioned himself in you, picking up speed. Each thrust hit that spongey part inside, causing you to see white hot spots, “fuck, Joel! I’m so close.” You cried out, gripping the back of his neck to hold yourself still.

Joel moaned, thrusting faster now, “Me too, baby girl. Fuck... S-So fucking close.” He grabbed your legs from him, spreading them further apart as he fucked you senselessly. A few more of those thrusts and you were coming undone, his name spilling from your lips over and over again like a broken record. Pressure built in the pit of your stomach and exploded. Your mind went blank and you could only focus on the sensation of his big cock stretching you out so fucking perfectly. “Yes, darlin’. Come for me. Come on my dick.” Joel grunted. His pattern stuttered again and slowed; he was coming too.  “Take it baby girl. Take my cum. It’s all for you.” Joel winced; his jaw tight as he reached his climax right after you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls and you squirmed underneath him, loving the feeling. Joel pumped a few more measly thrusts into your cunt before his softened length fell out, leaving the cum to leak from your empty hole. You clenched around nothing as Joel looked down to you, admiring his work. Both of you were covered in a layer of sweat, exhausted.  

Joel fell next to you on your bed, reaching for you and pulling you to his chest. You could hear his heart beat slow down as well as his breathing. It comforted you. You felt so at ease right now, you could have knocked out. Joel brought a hand to your head, petting over your hair. Your eyes closed and you were on the verge of sleep right when Joel spoke, “You okay?” All you could do was nod on his chest, breathing out a sigh of content. Joel chuckled, wrapping both of his arms around you and covering you with your duvet. “I’ll take that as a, yes?”

“Yes. I’m perfect.” You smiled, kissing his collarbone. Joel smiled too, his heart rate picking back up at the little sign of affection. Not many words were said after everything was said and done. You both ended up passing out for a few hours, not waking up until it was nearly 3 in the morning. Joel woke up before you did, stirring under you as you still laid upon his chest.

“Baby... what time is it?” He groaned, feeling you move from him. You leaned over the bed to get a good look at your clock, eyes still full of sleep. “It’s 3:12.” You replied as you yawned, moving back to Joel to curl up in his warmth. Joel rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the grogginess. “I should get going. Sarah is probably worried sick.” He sighed, “forgot to text her.”

You breathed out a long whine, not wanting him to move from your bed, but you understood. You sat up, stretching lightly as you watched Joel slide his jeans back on. “Fine, I won’t be selfish.” You said playfully. Joel leaned over, kissing you lightly, pecking you in sequences. He didn’t want to leave either. But he knew Sarah would probably send a search party for him if he weren’t home when she woke up.

“Text me when you get home, Miller.” He nodded, returning to your room after retrieving his shirt and flannel from where you two started this whole ordeal. “Here. Maybe this will keep ya warm in place of me tonight.” He said, throwing you the plaid garment. You slid it on immediately, buttoning up the few bottom buttons. Joel was standing at the door as you got comfy under your covers again, sleep calling back to you. Your bed reeked of Joel and now with his flannel on too? You’d died and gone to heaven.

“I will text you. Doin’ anything tomorrow?” He questioned.

“Yeah, you.” You replied, eyes closed as you snuggled into your pillow. Joel let out a breathy laugh, “That’s a promise, baby girl.”

Joel left and sure enough texted you when he got home. Which you didn’t see until you woke up many hours later. He had said Sarah was up waiting for him, how she chewed his ear off.  

Over the next few days and weeks, you were attached to his hip. Spending quite literally 24/7 with each other most days. Little dates sprinkled in here and there. Picnics on the weekends, movies with quickies in the theater if it was empty. Dinner dates with not just you but the family. Your mom loved Joel sometimes maybe too much. He thought it was endearing. You had met Sarah who was a huge fan of yours and vice versa. You loved it. You might have even loved Joel, and he might have even loved you. But soon you’d find out, that that was maybe something you’d never get to know.

thank u all sm for reading and I genuinely hope you all liked it <3 I haven’t created anything like this in so long so it might be a lil rusty. Just wait for part 2 though cause i love it so much lol

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed <3

[banannabethchase]

AustinPage, Austin asks Hanger for help choosing a cowboy hat before he goes onto his reality show

Hollywood Cowboy - also on AO3

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Austin goes to Hangman for advice about a cowboy hat. He gets a whole lot more.

~

For Sarah @sarahcakes613, who did very hard things today.

~

Austin’s pacing outside of the locker room for about ten minutes before the door swings open and the man he’s been looking for looks at him.

“Are you good?” he asks, and it’s unfair that even his voice is hot. “The fuck are you doing, walking so loud out here?” He looks down. “Those ain’t even real cowboy boots.”

Austin swallows. “Okay, but that’s kind of the reason I’m here.”

“Because your boots are stupid?”

“Kind of,” Austin says. “Also, hey!”

Hangman shrugs, and Austin thinks even that is hot. “Look, I got a lot of shit going on trying to kill Kenny for the belt. What do you want?”

Austin presses his lips together. “I’m going on a TV show.”

“Yes,” Hangman says, very slowly, “that’s what Dynamite is. It’s a wrestling TV show.” He studies Austin’s face. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I – not Dynamite, Jesus.” Austin sighs. “I have a reality show coming up where we’re, like, rebuilding a ranch or something, and I wanna have the vibes down.”

Hangman finally looks at him with something other than concern or annoyance. It may have a tinge of pity, but there’s a smile at the surface and Austin decides it’s worth it. “The vibes?”

Austin nods. “I’m kind of…” He trails off.

“Hollywood?” Hangman asks, and he leans against the door frame. His arm muscles bulge in his Shania Twain tee shirt and Austin misses what he’d just said.

“What?”

“Okay, so you were staring,” Hangman says. “Are you sizing me up or something?”

“Not for a fight,” Austin says, and he would regret it but then the little smile on Hangman’s lips grows and Austin feels better.

“Not – oh.” Hangman glances over his shoulder. “Come on in, baby, let’s talk in private.”

Austin’s pretty sure he’s sparking with the zing that goes up his spine, but he walks past Hangman into the room. “Talk?” he asks.

“About this,” Hangman says, gesturing up and down. “This is a bad look for a cowboy. You don’t need a hat to be a cowboy –”

“That would be, like, an amazing line,” Austin says. “For a promo or something.”

Hangman considers it. “Noted. But, anyway, you need to walk the part. Have the attitude.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to be an actual cowboy,” Austin corrects. “I just want to look pretty for the set.”

Hangman raises an eyebrow. “You think you gotta do anything new to look pretty?”

“Okay, that’s not fair,” Austin says. “You can’t be all charming when I’m asking for advice.”

“Then you can’t be pretty when you ask for advice.” His eyes flicker away, and his cheeks turn pink. Austin thinks he might be nervous. Hangman Adam Page, nervous.

Austin simply must fuck him now. “No deal,” Austin says. “I’m always pretty.”

“No shit,” Hangman mutters.

Austin steps back and locks the door to the room. “So, like, how much time do you have?”

“Time?”

Austin steps closer, hands in his front pockets. “Yeah. Time.”

Hangman glances at his watch. “Lotta time,” he mutters. “Are you, um. Sure?”

“Sure what?”

Hangman fucking blushes. He’s blushing. Austin can’t deal. “Are you sure you want – what are you asking for?”

Austin shrugs. “Whatever you’re thinking.”

“Trust me,” Hangman says, “there’s no way you know what I’m thinking.”

“Probably something about how my boots would look good on your bedroom floor, for one,” Austin suggests.

Hangman scoffs. “Only place they’d look good, baby.”

“I like it when you call me baby,” Austin says. “How do you think the boots would look on the floor of this locker room?”

Hangman licks his lips. “Not half bad.”

Austin kicks them off. “Are you too nervous to kiss me?”

“No,” Hangman says. “Get – okay, I changed my mind. You’re pretty and infuriating.”

“It’s a gift.” Hangman mutters something that sounds like new Matt Jackson, but Austin decides to ignore it in favor of stepping closer to Hangman and throwing his arms around Hangman’s neck. “C’mon. I don’t bite.”

“I do,” Hangman says, but it’s the last thing he says before leaning down and kisses Austin. It’s gentle. Austin doesn’t know why that’s unexpected – gentle makes sense for a guy like Hangman.

And then, with a groan, it’s very suddenly not gentle. Austin grins into it as Hangman pushes him back against the wall, shoving him up against it. His hands go for the hem of Austin’s shirt and shove it up.

“Fuckin’ twelve pack twenty something abs,” he growls.

“I got good genetics,” Austin says.

Hangman drops to his knees. “Yeah, you do.”

“Wait, are you – are you going to…?”

“If you want,” Hangman says, eyes wide and blue-green ocean pretty.

“You – yes? Obviously?” Austin says. “Jesus. Yes. I gotta walk the halls looking for advice more often.”

“Fuck no you don’t,” Hangman says, shoving down Austin’s sweats. “Not anymore.”

Austin makes the weirdest noise of his life at that, and it only gets worse as Hangman leans in and wraps his mouth around his cock. “Oh my god.” He thinks there are other words, somewhere in his brain, but he can’t find them. “Oh my god.”

Hangman’s got his hands on Austin’s thighs, then grabs a leg and chucks it over his shoulder. Austin damned near blacks out. The last blow job he got was from Caster, who was bitchy about it the whole time. Right now, Hangman sucks dick like he’s way into it, like he loves it, and Austin wishes he could stay cool about it.

His nails dig into Hangman’s shoulder while Hangman’s dig into his thigh, and it’s embarrassing, but he’s close.

“Hanger,” he mumbles, because he feels like he’s earned the nickname, “I – I think – I think I’m…” He fades into a whimper as Hangman takes all of him down, bobbing with expertise and intent, and then he’s melting like a pina colada on his front porch. His eyes cross, his legs shake, and he decides he has to keep Hangman Adam Page around. “You, um,” Austin finally manages to say as Hangman’s wiping his mouth on his pants as he pulls them back up Austin’s hips, “you’re good at that.”

Hangman chuckles. “Got a lot of practice. We all slutted it up in the Ring of Honor days.”

“No kidding,” Austin says. “I slutted it up with, like, everybody else.”

“Else?” Hangman asks. “Like, on this roster?”

Austin nods. He starts listing on his fingers. “Caster, once, Reynolds, Uno which was amazing, Dustin –”

“Sorry, you fucked Dustin Rhodes?!”

“No, Chuck,” Austin corrects. “But I did fuck a Rhodes. Cody.”

“Fucking Christ,” Hangman says. “I can’t believe this happened again.”

Austin raises an eyebrow. “Again?”

“Me and Cody each had, like, things with – it’s not important,” Hangman says.

“I gotta know now,” Austin says, trailing his fingertips up and down Hangman’s side. “Tell you what. Sit down on that couch and you can tell me while I blow you.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Hangman says, walking backward. He sits down and Austin sinks to his knees in front of him.

“Gotta take those off first.”

“Let me enjoy the view,” Hangman says, grinning. “I told you you’re hot, right? Let me have a moment.”

Austin beams under the praise. “Yeah, I know. But I look even better sucking dick.”

“Guess you’ll have to prove it.”

Hangman shoves his jeans down his hips, setting his belt gently to the side, and Austin gets a look.

“Okay, they made jokes on BTE, but I didn’t realize it was serious.” Austin’s impressed and wiggles his jaw. “But I got this.”

“I – okay,” Hangman says, and Austin likes that mildly bewildered look.

“So tell me about the Cody thing,” Austin says, leaning in to lick up Hangman’s cock.

Hangman exhales shakily. “I – he – okay, when he came to Ring of Honor, we – Jesus, you do look pretty like that.”

Austin grins and he pulls the head of Adam’s cock into his mouth. He pulls off for a second, using his hand instead. “I have great references. Other than Caster, but that’s his fault.”

“Not surprising,” Hangman chuckles. “Well, Matt and Cody started with – with a weird – fucking hell, man.”

Austin winks. He’s a blow job expert – practiced when he was bored on bananas as a high schooler and got better at it than he had any right to – and is ever the performer about everything he does. Even still, the praise gets him every time.

“Matt and Cody started this thing when they were fighting with Kenny, then me and Matt when we came to AEW…” he trails off. “Can I, like –” He tilts his hips. “You can say no.”

“Yes,” Austin says, pulling off for a second. “Yes, do it.”

“Cool,” Hangman says. His thrusts are shallow, gentle, almost gentlemanly, if Austin had to think of it that way. “Anyway, Cody and I thought it was real funny that Matt got with both of us. He has a thing for blonds.” He laughs to himself and Austin looks up to see a different kind of smile. “Guess I got a thing for hot tag team guys.”

Hangman goes quiet as he drops his head against the back of the couch, hands gripping the couch cushions. Austin kind of wishes he had hair, but he’ll save that thought for later. He picks up the pace, determined to make it good, and Hangman groans.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles. “Haven’t gotten head this good in years.”

Austin puts that in his back pocket and picks up the pace, his hand and mouth working in ways that have the most filthy, wet sounds coming from him. It’s hot as hell. He has to do this again, doesn’t care what it takes. A mental image of doing this if Hangman wins the belt, with the belt gleaming down at him, is almost too much to take.

“About to,” Hangman pants. “I mean, if – if you don’t want.”

Austin thinks I definitely want and keeps it up. Hangman swears a blue streak as he comes down Austin’s throat and Austin pulls off only when he’s sure Hangman is finished.

“God damn,” Hangman says, and it sounds like a prayer like that.

Austin hops up on the couch next to him. “So. Haven’t had head that good in years?”

“Don’t you fucking tell Matt Jackson that,” Hangman says, and Austin can see the teacher come out in the glare.

“Something, something, head and a cowboy hat,” Austin sighs. He smiles. “There’s a joke there somewhere. I can’t think of one.”

“Neither can I, but that’s because my brain ain’t working anymore.” Hangman puts his jeans and belt back on and Austin gets dressed with a fizzy sort of feeling in his head.

“Now,” Hangman says. He turns and pulls Austin in by the waist, running a thumb along Austin’s bottom lip. “You gotta go back out there and get ready for your match. But I was hoping I could get another kiss before you leave.”

Austin nods, and it’s weird that a line like that gets his heart going almost as much as the blow job did. “Okay.”

Hangman’s kiss is gentle and sweet, and Austin thinks he tastes promise there. “Check in with me before you go back to the hotel, okay?” he murmurs. “You don’t got your phone, but I wanna get your number.”

“Yeah,” Austin says. He presses one more kiss to Hangman’s lips and reaches back for the door. “Later, Cowboy.”

“Same to you, Hollywood Cowboy.”

Austin pauses. “Hollywood Cowboy,” he repeats. “I like that. I might have to steal that.”

Twenty minutes later, when he proposes it to his dad, Billy rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Austin.” He shakes his head. “Hangman’ll kill you if we try to get in on his cowboy gimmick.”

“Somehow,” Austin says, “I don’t think he will.”

“No,” Billy say firmly.

“Dad!”

“No.”

~

Mini Playlist: Wet Dream - Snow Wife

That's it. That's all you need to understand this fic.

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

thank you ruby for tagging me!!

Jessie's Girl - Rick Springfield

2. Forever Heavy - Black Moth Super Rainbow

3. Goodbye Stranger - Supertramp

4. How To Be A HeartBreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

5. One Finger and a Fist - Drowning Pool

6. Die for Love - Johnny Hollow

7. Datastream - Scandroid

8. Don't Want to Change Your Mind - FM-84

9. Zick Zack - Rammstein

10. Psycho Babble - Devilment

feel free to not do this, but i'm gonna tag: @tevinterspirit @camelliagwerm @ahaura @ottobooty @nuclearstorms and @mrfoox

Playlist shuffle tag game, I was tagged by @moviemuncherao3 ❤

Rules: shuffle your playlist and list first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people (or as much as you like).

Dance The Night / Dua Lipa

Feels Like Home / Edwina Hayes

She's Like the Wind / Patrick Swayze

Angels / Robbie Williams

Out of My Hands / Marit Larsen & Milow

Heroes / Moby

Bad Habits / Ed Sheeran

Control / Zoe Wees

Souvenir /Jason Walker

Without Me / Halsey

@sunwarmed-ash @heiko-goes-detroit @katlakitty @glass-noodle @glxyqst @lizzy0305 @winter-seabass @leelany-world

[mysimsloveaffair]

Me-Me joins me at the table to talk to Shay, who used to be her roommate in college.

Melisa: I miss our old carefree college days.

Shania: Me too. We should hang out more - which I realize is much easier said than done.

Melisa: Right? Now we’re old with jobs and kids. Going out seems like a chore.

Shania: Yep, it’s all work, come home, take care of the kids, sleep - rinse and repeat.

Kai: Ya’ll make family life sound so dull.

Shania: It’s not dull. These kids keep us on our toes.

Melisa: *agrees* Amen to that.

Shania: But we can liven it up by hanging out more.

Melisa: True, we’ll have to put it on our calendars.

[justwannaflex]

(—) ★ spotted!! NOUR WILSON on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 53 year old looks like SALMA HAYEK, but i don’t really see it. while the CASTMEMBER OF THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF BEVERLY HILLS is known for being CAPTIVATING my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be TEMPERAMENTAL i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song KA-CHING! BY SHANIA TWAIN {she+her / cisfemale}

Headline

Can you hear it ring. It makes you want to sing. It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching. Lots of diamond rings. The happiness it brings. You'll live like a king. With lots of money and things.

Stats

name: nour wilson née mouawad

age: 53

nicknames: tba

date of birth: 1970

place of birth: Beirut (Lebanon)

nationality : lebanese, mexican & american

gender identity: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: moneysexual

family : Henry Wilson (husband), several children tba (1st born in 1990)

occupation: cast member of the real housewives of beverly hills

career claim: jennifer grey (sort of)

net worth : 3,1 Md $

spoken languages : english, arabic and spanish

positive traits: resourceful, cunning, captivating, perfectionist, confident

negative traits: materialistic, self-centred, temperamental, opportunistic, deceitful

characters/celebrities inspo: tba

zodiac sign : tba

Bio

tw : civil war and death mention

Nour was born in Beirut to a telecom mania father and a telenovella actress mother. She spent the first five years of her life in a Lebanon which was becoming more and more unstable and dangerous. At the beginning of the Lebanese civil war, her family fled the country, relocating to the United States. They still had money but most of it was stuck in Lebanon. She lived a relatively luxurious life in Los Angeles until she was twelve years old. Her father who still went back to Lebanon from time, did not return from one of his trips. He had been caught in the war.

With her father gone, her family began to lose money and status. Eventually, they had to sell their luxurious L.A. mansion and move to Mexico with their remaining fortune but Nour did not accompany them. She plead to stay in the States and her mother agreed to leave her in the care of a distant cousin. Inspired by her mother's past as a telenovella actress, Nour started to go to auditions. She hoped to become famous and gain back the life that had been stolen from her.

When she was seventeen, she quit school to star in her first movie. Dirty Dancing became a hit and she was suddenly under the spotlight she had sought. Nour was nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Actress. She was invited everywhere and tasted a life better than the one she had lost. She quickly burned her 50 000 dollar fee but no new movie was coming along.

Not wanting to go back to sharing a bedroom, she had to act fast. With her fame and pretty face, she was a catch and it was not hard to secure a rich suitor. At only 19 years old, she married Henry Wilson, heir to a real estate empire. She quickly became pregnant and gave birth to her first child at the age of 20 years old. That way, even if Henry divorced her, she would still get alimony and child support. She would be set for life if she played her cards right. The couple later welcomed other children.

Nour tried staring in movies or tv shows from time to time but none became very successful. Offended by those failures and not needing the money, she stopped acting. She simply led a socialite life, spending her husband's money.

In 2009, she was approached to appear in dancing with the stars. She won the season and rediscovered media's attention. It felt so good to be back on talk shows and red carpets. Not wanting to go back to relative anonymity, she joined the real housewives of beverly hills to stay relevant. She had missed the spotlight too much.

Career

At seventeen Nour starred in a movie called dirty dancing. It would become a classic. She still appeared in movies and tv shows from time to time but never knew real success again.

She won the 2009 dancing with the star season.

She is one of the original cast member of the real housewives of Beverly Hills.

[kyndaris]

The Ugly Duckling

I met bachelor number 4 at Broadway shopping centre at a small cafe. After getting dropped off by my mother at the train station later than I’d hoped, I was a few minutes late rocking up to the venue. That didn’t stop Prep Boy from sitting down and ordering a coffee and some banana bread for a late breakfast as he waited. A man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to allow propriety to get in his way. At least, that’s the assumption I got as he tried to hug me as if we were old friends when I finally arrived.

I quickly disabused him of that notion. The old friends bit. As I’ve mentioned before, I”m not a hugger. Physical touch is basically anathema to my very being. Keeping people at arm’s length means they are less likely to hurt me.

On that note, maybe I really ought to pick up Aikido or other forms of martial arts as a form of self-defence. I mean, yes, I did learn a bit of karate when I was younger but I’d dropped it when I was studying for the selective high school exams.

So, like the awkward Asians that we were (well, more me than him), I settled for a handshake. The best of both worlds, and something that was lacking during the heyday of COVID-19. Although, now that I think on it, I kind of miss doing friendly elbow bumps. So, if you want to boop funny bones, let me know!

After I’d ordered my own drink, hot chocolate (always!), we got to talking.

I learned he had a sister and a number of brothers, that he attended a fancy private school in his youth and that he had just enjoyed a work Halloween event where he went dressed as one of the faceless guards of Squid Game. Except, he didn’t have the proper PlayStation mask so, instead, he opted for one fashioned in the like of a kitsune.

And just like that, he dominated most of the conversation. Not that I minded, dear reader. It allowed me to sit back and listen and learn (and possibly judge). On the downside, he did try to explain where Waverley was (to which I replied most sarcastically) and seemed unsure if I knew the Overwatch characters. Mate, I might not have played the game because it’s an online team shooter but I’d have to be living under a rock not to who who Mercy, D.Va and the rest of all your mains were. 

After all, I live and breathe video game popular culture.

To my detriment.

But as they say: Heroes never die!

Besides, if I didn’t know something, I’d probably ask for clarification or just Google. I mean, I had a friend that never provided context to their wild ramblings. And if I could deduce what they were talking about from scraps of information, I’m sure I wouldn’t be struggling to understand your nostalgia for the ‘good ol’ uni days of 2016.’

That, perhaps more than anything else was an indication that a relationship between the two of us wouldn’t work.

Maybe I’m too cynical and jaded, but the sense I got was that Prep Boy wasn’t all that mature and that it would be an ongoing issue with regards to compatibility. In his desire to impress, he only proved to be somewhat belittling and condescending with his assumptions. In the words of Shania Twain: that don’t impress me much.

The other issue that I could not get past, and which I regaled to all my friends when pestered about my love life, were his teeth. Yellow and covered with plaque, the top row so crooked that it would scare even the hardiest criminals to get back on the straight and narrow.

Can you imagine kissing a mouth like that? No, thank you! 

Worse, he was a former Prep Boy. Private school born and bred, mingling with the rich elites of east coast Sydney. You would think someone with those means would have taken more care of his appearance. Or, at the very least, his dental health.

Maybe I was too quick to judge. But my overall experience conversing with Prep Boy was unfavourable at best. It was the first time after downloading Hinge that I knew in my bones that this person was not for me. There would be no humouring them with a second date.

Almost immediately after we had left the small cafe, as he was catching up with his family afterwards at 12 in Burwood, I hid our chat and there’s been no contact since!

Certainly, our text exchanges hadn’t been the most scintillating of conversations.

So, progress? Or have I gone two steps back?

I don’t know. Relationships are hard! And yes, I know it’s my fault for not trying to seek a partner in my younger years but I wasn’t interested.

Heck, even now, I don’t know how interested I am in finding a life companion beyond a body pillow.

But at least I’m trying?

For years, I’ve lived inured in my own fantasy worlds, never much venturing past my front door because I saw little need to. However, I’m learning, as I did back in 2016, that putting oneself out of one’s comfort zone can be truly eye-opening in learning who I am and what I want from life.

It’s easy to live a life without change but you don’t grow from those experiences. And perhaps, after spending a year somewhat working on myself, I can spread my wings and reveal to the world the swan that I actually am.

Still, is it weird that during this trek out to the city, I was more excited about learning that Fortress was coming to Sydney rather than the meet-up itself?

Anyways, Happy New Year! Let’s hope 2023 will be as interesting as year as 2022 - at least on  a personal scale. I don’t think I like all the shit that’s been happening around the world and I honestly fear where it might be heading to next.

And yet, despite all the misery and the bleakness of an unknown future, here I am just trying to find some love.

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1240 (S799) (C40)van 5 augustus 2024  (wk 32) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Kenny Chesney – She’s Got It All    *maandartiest

Reba Mc Entire – Somebody        #1  20 jaar.

Rick Trevinio – The Ride  .

Kelsea Ballerini- Noah Kahan—Cowboys Cry Too

Jesse Daniel - Cut Me Loose

Silverada - Eagle Rare.

Lainey Wiilson - 4x4xU.

The Castellows - Miss America.

Shaboozey - A Bar Song (Tipsy)  #1.

Johnny Cash – Hello out There   Album vd week

Johnny Cash -  Spotlight  *Album vd week

Barbara Mandrell -  I Was Country When Country Wasn’t Cool  Entertainer  1981

Mark Chesnutt—I Dont Want To Miss A Thing  1999

The Judds – Mamma He’s Crazy

Merle Haggard – Bar Room Buddies 

George Strait - The Little Things  . favoriet 

Justin Moore - We Didn't Have Much sofi

George Strait – The Best Day

Reba McEntire - - Cathy's Clown     classic album

Reba McEntire - 'Til Love Comes Again  classic album

Kaitlin Butts w/ Vince Gil - Come Rest Your Head (On My Pillow)

The Gatlin Brothers -  Just Wish You Were Someone  I Love  

The Gatlin Brothers -  All The Gold In California . 3 in 1

The Gatlin Brothers -Houston (Means I’m One day Closer To You)

Johnny Cash – Drive On  Album vd week    

Zach Bryan -  Lucky Enough   #1 album.

Luke Combs - Remember Him That Way

Midland - Lucky Sometimes live

The Mavericks - . Overnight Success    

Doug Adkins  - Second Hand Heart.

The Flying Burrito Brothers  - Six Days on the Road (trucksong)

Kenny Chesney – The Tin Man    maandartiest

Scotty McCreery -  Red Letter Blueprint   juweeltje

Lauren Watkins - Fly On The Wall (feat. Jake Worthington).   vw

Johnny Cash - .I Love You Tonite     Album vd week

Morgan Wallen – Lies Lies Lies

Willie Nelson and Shania Twain, - Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

Moonshine Brigade - No Country For Old Men    Dutch corner

Douwe Bob – Amsterdam

Martina McBride- I Love You   #5 1999

Tim McGraw—Something Like That   #4

Kenny Chesney—How Forever Feels  #3

Faith Hill —Breathe   #2 1999

Lonestar - Amazed   #1 1999

The Del McCoury Band -  If You Talk In Your Sleep

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

Kallus, Crosshair, the Empire + Loneliness

[if-you-forget-me]

1-70

Hate you 💕💕

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

Depends on the day

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Julia!

03: Do you regret anything?

Plenty of things

04: Are you insecure?

Also depends on the day

05: What is your relationship status?

Patiently waiting for a proposal

06: How do you want to die?

I absolutely hate this question, next

07: What did you last eat?

I had a sampler platter of appetizers 😩

08: Played any sports?

The real question is was I any good at playing sports

09: Do you bite your nails?

Mmmmm yes

10: When was your last physical fight?

Does drop kicking Julia count

11: Do you like someone?

I hate literally everyone

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Not possible for me I love sleep

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

See question 11

14: Do you miss someone?

I miss my dogs (they’re downstairs)

15: Have any pets?

..see question 14

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

My tummy hurts

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

I’m a child of god

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Frens :(

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

Only so I could win the lottery

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

Your moms house

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

I can’t think past tomorrow

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

Absolutely not

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

I do not

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

Science ✨✨

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Julia just left my house so does that count

26: What are you craving right now?

I’m craving ice cream even tho again..my tummy hurts

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Whoever’s heart I broke probs deserves it

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No bc they’d be buried 6ft under bye

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I make Julia cry daily with how smelly I am

30: What’s irritating you right now?

My tummy hurting

31: Does somebody love you?

God I hope not

32: What is your favourite color?

Green :)

33: Do you have trust issues?

Yes :)

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

OMG BUCKLE UP bc I remember aLL of my dream. Actually long story short, Shania Twain ATTACKED me after trying to homewreck someone’s relationship and they had to pry her off my body

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

I cried in front of Julia today bc she wouldn’t carry me

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Oh for sure

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

I can’t remember anything so probs to forget

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

It literally just started and I’ve tried two different SSRIs

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

I already told you I’m a child of god

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

I actually just did my first topless excursion it was very liberating

51: Favourite food?

Tomato’s and mozzarella

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Do you believe in ligma?

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

Watched The First Avenger :)

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Ew

55: Are you mean?

Yeah

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Not enough

57: Do you believe in true love?

Ya

58: Favourite weather?

Mmmmmm depends on the day and activity

59: Do you like the snow?

Sometimes

60: Do you wanna get married?

See question 5

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

Awe yeah that’s gay

62: What makes you happy?

My dogs and cows

63: Would you change your name?

That’s so much work

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

Yeah she’s stinky

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

Impossible I have no friends

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

Joe only tolerates so much of me

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

Tbh I think it was you Brandon LOL

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

I can’t remember anything next

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Haha 69

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My dogs any day of the week

[orphancookie69]

Holiday Rant: International Womans Day 2023!

Apparently today is International Womens Day. Honestly, how can anyone keep up with all these days to celebrate all these things? Why am I doing so? From some weird social pressure to say something as a Woman on IWD23. 

As a woman, I almost feel compelled to say something, but am not totally sure what to say. There is much debate in today's society on what a "woman" is. I also tend to disagree with this idea we celebrate women one day, when really we should celebrate one another daily. I am also not that much of a feminist, I am down for equality not dominance-but that starts on a human to human level and extends to everything else that humans use to survive in society. Rant aside...

Why today? From Google: 

“ Against the backdrop of the war, women in Russia again chose to protest and strike for "Bread and Peace" on the last Sunday in February (which fell on 8 March on the Gregorian calendar). Four days later, the Czar abdicated and the provisional Government granted women the right to vote. “ More info here: https://www.un.org/en/observances/womens-day/background 

Do I think things are equal? No. But equal to me feels like “fair treatment” amongst siblings. Follow my analogy for a second, you are a parent with multiple children. Whether they are the same age, or different ages-they are each unique in their own needs. You can’t give little johnny a toy but also meany sarah-that would reward bad behavior with one but does the good one deserve to miss out on reward? Love should be equally felt, but how it is given to one and given back to another is a subjective thing. 

What does this have to do with equality? People doing the same jobs should make the same pay, regardless of gender. But some people do it better, or with more experience. We also live in a society where men want to be the “woman” and stay home and raise the kids and women want to be the “man” and work. Not to even mention bi and gay and what not. Honestly at the end of the day, whether one or both works-one or both is at home doing stuff-however it works for your family unit is all that matters. 

I saw a lot of posts of people using this day to mention how bad the world still is for women. It is a rough world for all, men too. Things are better than they were, and I am all for that being celebrated. Of course, never settle, things will be better and I look forward to seeing that too. On IWD23, I will talk a little bit about what it means to be a woman. It often times feels like trying to be Superwoman while only being human. To be fair, she was an Amazonian woman and I am pretty sure we had them at one point in history. It is not always possible, not always easy-but there is as much good as there is bad to being a woman. 

I am grateful for the women in my life that show me what it means to be a woman to be proud of, like my family and my friends. Also to the men in my life that, according to the lyrics of of Shania Twain-make me feel like a proud woman person! I will leave you with this song! 

[bluefurrsmemes]

SHANIA TWAIN :: THE WOMAN IN ME PROMPTS. part one. Feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit.

HOME AIN'T WHERE HIS HEART IS ANYMORE.

"He knew how to reach me deep inside and he found a part of me I could not hide."

"We built a love so strong it couldn't break."

" 'Cause in each other's arms we are home sweet home."

"Home ain't where his heart is anymore."

"If foundations made of stone can turn to dust, then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust."

"If only we could change the way the story ends."

"The love that built these walls is gone."

ANY MAN OF MINE.

"Even when I'm ugly, you still better love me."

"And I can be late for a date that's fine, but you better be on time."

"Any man of mine better walk the line."

"Well any man of mine better disagree, when I say another woman's looking better than me."

"And if I change my mind a million times I want to hear him say I like it that way."

"Better show me a teasing, squeezing, pleasing kind of time."

"This is what a woman wants."

WHOSE BED HAVE YOUR BOOTS BEEN UNDER?

"Whose bed have your boots been under?"

"And whose heart did you steal I wonder?"

"Don't look so lonely, don't act so blue."

"I know I'm not the only girl, you run to."

"And whose lips have you been kissin?"

"Is she the one you've been missing?"

"You better start talking, or you better start walking."

(IF YOU'RE NOT IN IT FOR LOVE) I'M OUTTA HERE!

"Can I buy you a round?"

"I haven't seen your face before, are you new in town?"

"Can I take you home?"

"Oh but baby slow down, you're goin' way too far."

"If you're not, in it for love, I'm outta here!"

"Babe, I can change your world."

"Why always the same old line?"

THE WOMAN IN ME (NEEDS THE MAN IN YOU)

"I'm not always strong and sometimes I'm even wrong."

"But I can't always be, the rock that you see."

" 'Cause I'm a woman in love."

"Yeah, the woman in me needs the man in you."

"When the world wants to much and it feels cold and out of touch."

"It's a beautiful place, when you kiss my face."

"I need you."

IS THERE LIFE AFTER LOVE?

" 'Cause every night I think of you."

"Is there life after love?"

"Some things aren't certain, but some things I'm sure about."

"You gave me forgiveness, but you could not forget."

"The truth lies between us and I can't take it back."

"We're so far apart."

"Can't we just start all over again?"

[wherewhereare]

Speaker 3 (15:22): Hey, Bobby, what's having him?

Speaker 5 (15:24): Not too much? What are you doing, buddy?

Speaker 3 (15:26): Talking to you? Where are you right now?

Speaker 5 (15:27): I'm in Oklahoma?

Speaker 3 (15:28): Okay? Nice? Hey, same time zone. What's up, buddy? It never happened. You're always like two hours earlier.

Speaker 2 (15:36): I know, I know. I missed you, buddy, Yeah, I miss you too. Hey, I want to talk about this residency. Here, you're doing it. You just accepted the millions of dollars to do a residency, and I'm so proud for you.

Speaker 3 (15:45): Look at this guy. He needed it. Now he's doing it. Let's go.

Speaker 5 (15:49): No, thank you, I'm sure he used it.

Speaker 3 (15:51): I'll tell you what. So what's this residency going to be about? What are you gonna do there? All the hits?

Speaker 5 (15:57): That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.

Speaker 3 (15:59): I don't know. I'm here to consult you.

Speaker 5 (16:01): Yeah, I've been to two shows in Las Vegas residency shows. Obviously, I went to probably fifteen or sixteen of Gwen's shows, and years ago I went to see the very first Shania Twain residency. That's probably been fifteen or sixteen years ago at least. And so I know enough about them

(16:23): to know that, you know, you got to change it up. I mean, I know it's not I guess you don't have to, but what I've seen and what I've heard about him is it you got to change it up from what you would normally do on tour. I mean, and so still help me. I mean, you're just sitting there.

Speaker 3 (16:41): Just sit there.

Speaker 2 (16:42): I'm just I'm going to tell you why it's going to be amazing because first of all, and you're gonna have to it's gonna be uncomfortable because I'm going to compliment you a lot. So just sit back and accept. I know, just sit back and accept the compliments. This is why your Vegas residency show is going to be awesome because the venues.

Speaker 3 (16:58): Are much tighter.

Speaker 2 (17:00): They're a little smaller, but they're much tighter, meaning Blake's gonna be super close to the audience. And think about Blake is He's become such a larger than life personality. I think at times people may forget that Blake can really sing, and I think the two things that are gonna really pay off are one he's hilarious and two he can just sit there with a guitar and play every freaking hit that he has and sound wonderful while

(17:23): telling jokes, making other people who watch him extremely jealous in the entertainment world because he's because he's got it all.

Speaker 3 (17:30): So this is what I'm saying.

Speaker 2 (17:33): But it's why it's going to be awesome because you're gonna get to do and again, it's not gonna be like an acoustic show, but there will definitely I would assume be moments of you just sitting there talking to the crowd. Because it is such an intimate place, I think this would be the best place to actually see you do a show.

Speaker 5 (17:48): Okay, wait a minut I'm rotting this down.

Speaker 3 (17:49): Yeah, put it all down there.

Speaker 2 (17:51): I got it.

Speaker 5 (17:52): Well, thank you, buddy. And that is a good idea because I know that's what Garth. I didn't get to see Garth's show, but I heard that he just walked in and sit down with just him and he's a guitar and I don't want to necessarily do that, so I could be ripping off Garth, and I've been doing that my whole life anyway. But I do like the idea of the intimate thing. And maybe there's a time

(18:14): in the show where we can just do something acoustic.

Speaker 6 (18:17): But I like that.

Speaker 5 (18:17): Thank you, Bobby.

Speaker 2 (18:19): You're already doing this for everybody listening. Blake is not playing me for a full He was already going to do this because he knows what he's awesome at, and that's playing music and being funny, and he's got all these sections. I'm sure it's going to be awesome and for everybody listening, Blake Shelton live in Las Vegas, his first Vegas residency. It'll be at Caesar's Palace, the Coliseum at Caesar's And so today's the big announcement, and the

(18:40): public on seal is the sixteenth, so like a week in a day, So today's Thursday. So next Friday is the on sell at Blake Shelton dot com. That's pretty cool, man. I'm sure they've offered you this many times.

Speaker 5 (18:53): Why now, I don't remember exactly when the conversation started about us putting an Old Rich in Las Vegas, but that's when the conversations first started that I remember, and that goes back. You can imagine five or six years ago, just the early talks of an Old Red there, and I just kept kicking the can down the road because

(19:13): I figured, I don't want to do it until the Old Red is up and running and all the kinks are worked out, so I can go back and forth between the two while I'm there. You know, it'd be a lot of fun to do the you know show at Caesars and then go pop into Old Red over there and jump on stage there and do something with whoever's playing over there, you know. So I just kept

(19:34): pushing until this moment came, hoping that it would come. And so here we are.

Speaker 2 (19:40): That's super cool. It's gonna be a great show. Blake Shelton's on with us. Which, by the way, you just celebrated three years in marriage. How do you guys do anniversary gifts this year?

Speaker 5 (19:48): I'm laughing because this year was kind of it was pathetic our anniversary happened, but it happened exactly when Wynn still does the voice and I've officially been retired now over a year, and so she was filming the voice on the day of our anniversary. Just it's just the

(20:12): way things worked out. And so those days are like, you know, they're the longest days that we experience as spoiled entertainers, you know, I mean literally, especially for Gwen. She gets up at like five am and works till ten or eleven at night. You know, filming the blind auditions. It's kind of a run and gun thing. You know, you've seen that side of that stuff. And so she

(20:35): came in morning right before she left, and she had already gone through her glam and stuff and she was literally walking out the door and she had a box and she was like this is really stupid, but I looked it up and the three year anniversary traditional gift is leather. And so I opened this box and it was like, you know, leather scented things that you hang

(20:57): in your truck, like over the the rear view mirror and like a you know, a leather foam case or something like that. And she was like, I know it's dumb, but I just it was last minute and I gotta go, you know. So that was that was this year. Our first year anniversary was a little more special. You know, we had actual gifts and and and you know, had

(21:20): a moment. But this year was like, hey, we made it three years. I'll see you later. What that sounds like?

Speaker 6 (21:26): What she did for you? What'd you do for her?

Speaker 5 (21:29): I don't remember. I think I I think, oh I know what I did. I ordered, Uh, I had some kind of you know, you ever heard of gold Belly. You guys know what gold belly is?

Speaker 3 (21:38): No, it sushi.

Speaker 5 (21:40): Gold Belly is like this app where you can like order food from restaurants from all across the country, Like if you love biscuit Love, Biscuit Love is on there right there in Nashville, and you can order biscuits from Biscuit Love, but have them shipped frozen to my house in Oklahoma. So I had ordered some cake, some things

(22:00): that like, she loves Italian desserts. I ordered some Italian desserts that we ate the next day, which was fourth of July. It wasn't the best, I admit it.

Speaker 3 (22:11): How did you and post Malone end up doing the song together? For me a drink?

Speaker 5 (22:15): I was laughing. I was telling my publicist West, I said, Man, thank god post Malone got me back on country radio. I never thought I would say something like that, But I don't really know. You know, I had met him six or eight years ago. We did a fifty year anniversary to the Elvis Comeback Special when Elvis did his

(22:38): television appearance after he came back out of the military, and so CBS wanted to do this real, you know, like fifty year anniversary, and I hosted the show and then we had a bunch of different artists come and perform Elvis songs. And post Malone was on this thing, and he was a brand new artist. I think he probably had two hits or something at the time, and

(23:01): he was just a kid. He's still a kid to me, But that was the first time I met him, and we talked to that day and I realized he's from right down here in Fort Work, that's not far from where I live. And we hit it off. But I never saw him again after that, you know, until this year. At the Super Bowl, Gwenn and I did a performance

(23:22): and we went up to watch the game in a suite that they that they had, and then Posts sang and Rebas sang the Anthem and America the Beautiful and then they ended up coming up in that suite also, and we's Gwynn and I and Post ended up trading phone numbers that day. And it was another one of

(23:42): those things whereas he said, you know, hey, I'm working on some new music. We ought to all get together and write and and if I had a quarter forever time, somebody said that or I said that to somebody and it never happened, you know, I'd have one hundred bucks. But I damned if two months ago I didn't get a call saying, hey, man, is that still your number?

(24:05): And one thing led to another, and I went in and sang this song and it was like, wow, this sounds like one of them A songs i'd put on one of my records, you know, Like, I mean, Post is really really doing this like it And I got to tell you, guys, I love the way. I know there's always a controversy in country music about who who

(24:27): belongs and who doesn't belong in whose country he's not country that I don't think it's ever gonna that conversation is ever going to go away. But I got to tell you that the way Post has has gone about this, I just have so much respect for him because he's shown over the last few months that country music really is something that this guy grew up on and it really does mean everything to him. And he's tipped his

(24:49): hat to all of his heroes. I mean these shows that he's doing, he's pop up shows, he's singing. I mean, he knows more country music than eighty percent of the of actual country artist. You know, it's amazing. You know the stuff he did at Coachella. I said, I did a show with him the other day, and they're in Nashville and he did that thing at the marathon over there,

(25:12): And I mean he sits on a stool and he's playing songs that he has no business even knowing. You know, and he's just it's because he grew It's not like he went and wood shed and worked these things up. He grew up knowing them. And you can tell he's just performing the songs as he's driven around in his truck, singing his whole life, you know. And so I just

(25:32): I respect that about him, because the guy is really embraced. He's not just poking his head in and making a record and getting out. You can tell this is something that means a lot to him and that he's probably obviously been planning to do for a long time. And I don't think he's going anywhere. I mean, he hasn't said that to me, but this seems like a natural

(25:55): fit for him, and I'm happy for him.

Speaker 2 (25:57): Blake Shelton's on with us live in Las Vegas. It's his first Vegas residency and tickets a week in a day will be on sale at Blakeshelton dot com. It's at Caesar's. It's gonna be awesome. Final question about Vegas. Do you gamble in Vegas at all? Have any good gambling stories?

Speaker 5 (26:12): My only gambling story has come recently. Gwenn was in Las Vegas doing a private show and her best friend in the world came to the show, and we took advantage of the the COVID masks because I said, hey,

(26:33): does anybody have any of those? Because it's pretty much over. You know, this is about a year ago, so you didn't really see the whole thing was gone. But it's like, does anybody have any of those COVID masks left in their perse? I want to go down there and gamble, And so we put on COVID masks and I spent three hours in the casino. People walking Nobody knew knew

(26:54): it was me, and they would have been looking for me because Gwenn was there doing a show and I had I had a great time playing roulette and slots and it was incredible. I didn't win anything, but I had a good time gambling.

Speaker 6 (27:08): You're so tall.

Speaker 9 (27:09): You're so tall, though, I feel like you would still stand out. Did you have to like make yourself small?

Speaker 5 (27:16): I found myself playing the games that must suck because I would find places where there weren't a lot of people to win, a lot of traffic, you know, and so that's kind of where I just would go set up and play and just kind of keep my head down, and uh not that I'm afraid to be bothered, but it's like, if I'm want to gamble, I'm let's do it,

(27:37): you know.

Speaker 2 (27:38): Blake, Good to talk to you, buddy. Congrats on the residency next Friday.

Speaker 3 (27:42): Blake. Good to talk to you, and hopefully we'll see you soon.

Speaker 5 (27:45): Miss you, guys.

Speaker 2 (27:45): I'll see you all right, Blake, Seyboddy, Pile of stories.

Blake talked to Bobby Bones about his first Vegas Residency at The Colosseum at Caesar’s Palace (tickets on sale soon), how he and Post Malone got to do Pour Me a Drink, Blake and Gwen’s 3rd anniversary gifts to each other (so cute and sweet), and how Blake gambled in Vegas for 3 hours when Gwen had a private show last year. 😊

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

On the way to the Primeval Thaig