#my beloved mr streamer man

[zy0nix]

YOUR URL???? LMFAO

The one and only!

(HELP LMFAO No one else took the url so I had to. I’m so glad it reached the zy0x tumblr audience of like 10 people I thought no one would notice so we’re officially friends now)

[twsted-princess]

A Day For a Princess

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fumikomiyasaki!!!!!!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS APPLE!!!!!!!!" Mori shouted presenting a very messily wrapped box to the birthday girl in question. Carol smiled though she had to lean back with her friend's shouting as she took the rectangle, already knowing what's inside thanks to a tiny missing piece of wrapping paper. "Thank you Mori." she said calmly before opening the brightly colored polka dotted package to reveal a board game. Serpents and Stairways, it sounded vaguely familiar to a game back home but she passed the thought away. She watched him bounce on his toes before putting it aside. "Do you like it? I got it from Mr. Sam we can even play together!!" He beamed brightly while Forte put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy easy, we can play later. It's Carol's day remember?" Mori nodded "Ok!!" before hurrying off to fill his cup of punch. Carol giggled from her spot on the couch. She really wasn't planning on having a big party but her dorm mates, specifically Melanie, threw her a little bash. Streamers, a few bowls of chips and candy, even a cake that was baking in the oven. Her friends and some of her tutoring students were hanging around as Alto's boom box played various songs from Bopify , talking among themselves as Carol picked up her phone. She looked down and furrowed her brows. James hadn't called her at all. Not in the morning, not when the party started, not even a text. It was a weekend and he couldn't be that busy. But she couldn't help but be worried for her boyfriend. At best he got into a fight with Barry again and at worst......the clowns took him. She bit her lower lip and took a breath, it's ok. Melanie saw her and sit down to her. "He'll come, I know he will." Carol smiled, yeah she did trust. She grabbed her green plastic cup from the table and took a sip, letting the cold water cleanse her mouth. From over the music and talking Ace break it while looking at the window. "Uuuuuuuuh guys? Someone's coming.....and they're on a horse?" Wait........wait a minute. There was only one man she knew that would pull this stunt. Carol looked through the window to see......him.

James, on a chestnut steed, dressed as dapper as can be with a picnic basket in arm. He steadied his horse and pet their neck as he saw his beloved. She looked back to the party and Melanie's smile grew bright, making the pushing gesture with her hands as James hopped off. The birthday girl took a breath before walking to the door and opening the door. He was there, smiling down at her. The two stood there lost in each other's eyes before he took her hand, planting a kiss on the back. "Hello my princess." Princess........oh. Her face turned a bright red as he smiled. "H- Hi James." God why did he have to be smooth. Ignoring Ace gagging in the background James gestured outside to the horse. "If I may?" Carol nodded before looking back at Melanie. She nodded and Carol took his hand as he led her to his horse. The beast friendly snorted at her causing the two to chuckle. He picked her up so she was fully seated before getting onto the saddle and the two were off. Her hands insistingly wrapped around his waist as they trotted along the dirt road, the path in full bloom. "Soooo....mind if I have a hint to what you have in store?" she asked but he shook his head. "Not yet but we're not far away." She smiled before curling into his back hugging him with a little giggle since she could feel him warm up. A few minutes passed until they reached an open field, daisies and white clovers dotting on the land as blue painted the sky with cottony light clouds. James then got off and led the steed to a spot to graze before carrying Carol down. Hand in hand they found a spot, he opened the basket to pull out a gingham blanket to lay. The two sat down before he pulled out more things. Apple juice, apple turnovers, and an apple cake causing her to smile. "You really know a way to a girl's heart huh?" He rubbed the head sheepishly as he got a plate for her "I uh...made them all myself. Had to remember my grandma's recipe, it's not easy when you don't have an actual list." She smiled taking a turnover while he poured some juice into a cup. Once he had two cups he raised his and she did the same. "Cheers." They clicked glasses before laughing, the turnovers were delicious if a little burnt on the bottom. They watched the clouds roll pass, guessing the shapes and being in their own world. As she listened to the breeze he slid a daisy ring onto her hand. "Fabio taught me." He smiled as he held one for himself, she blushed hard. This guy......... Soon James sat up "Carol, I need to tell you something." She followed, getting up as he took her hand. "In my home village, we have this legend. Of a man who took a weak dying plant into his care, doing everything he can to help the sprout grow. Everyone thought he was crazy except for a woman. She shared his passion and the two poured their love into the plant, as it grew mighty and strong so did their love for each other." He squeezed lightly before looking her in the eyes. "To me, love is something that grows. From past struggles to days of doubt. From moments of joys and the times that remain immortalized. It's something you nurture and become patient with. To cherish until your hands grow callous with age and your days surrounded with those who call you family. I want that love. And I want to grow with you." He then pulled out from the basket an apple sprout, potted and bright green with new life. "Will you.......help me raise this. So it will grow and bear our love?" Carol felt her eyes well up but he wiped them away, he was tearing up too. "Yes.........absolutely yes." She said before pulling him for a kiss. He kissed her back as they fell back onto the grass, their new sprout beside them, a life they'll cultivate together.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

>:333 in return for your wonderful rambling essay i’m gna give you my own lil rambling essay… (<- making excuses to talk abt zero escape)

ok so first off I AGREE . on everything. i also have a bit of a love/hate relationship w ztd bc it has some really good moments and characters AND it’s the funniest zero escape game by far but also just. some story/lore stuf… really didn’t hook me…. (but tbf i really didn’t like the plot twist in vlr either :’3 it’s just a Me thing to be clear but. my pet peeve are small-scale stories that turn into large-scale stories.. just… the world ending…. the weird cult….. the Virus…… yeah i’m good thanks)

as for . the Teams ….. q was the weakest by far BUT I LIKED MIRA A LOT!!! she’s beautiful and a little homicidal but i think it’s ok :3 eric was real as hell. i’ve always really liked his last words being ”i forgive you” in the scene where mira kills him…. i feel bad for him but he just isn’t charming enough to make up for how weak the q team dynamic feels 😭😭 ooh but i do like the secret ending where q kills delta :33 secret endings r fun. my favorite streamer played it and got the ending pretty early by luck and he was SO confused lmao…..

and then there’s d team ………… niku . i was also a supporter of phi/sigma 😔 (i had a feeling you were the same hehe, bickering rlly is a very Niku relationship trope)…… i just thought that twist felt so weirdddd . esp after they spend so much time flirting in vlr…. and also a bit in ztd….. then again ig it was never really Flirting since sigma was. an old ass man the whole time??? that twist was also…. kinda weird……. I LIKE THE D TEAM DYNAMIC THOUGH and more than anything i love sigma’s design <333 he’s soooo dilfy. built like shinjuku!gojo kind of. just one big brick. but yeahhh i just wasn’t very invested in diane/sigma as a ship at ALL 😭 i loved luna but diane didn’t rlly grow on me the same way…. she’s sweet but …… that’s all……..

BUT those teams aside. c team!!!! yes!!!!! our beloveds…… they were just so funny and wonderful and good. uchikoshi deserves some kind of award just for taking the exes of all time and putting them in a room w a random golden boy himbo…. he’s so cute and sweet and perfect for them :((( and GODDD the junpei/akane dynamic 😭😭 i loved the banter and bitterness and subtle dragging…… but the whole proposal thing was so sweet </3 and also kinda funny. emo junpei is dear 2 me :3 BUT C TEAM AS A POLYSHIP YES NIKU!!! join me!!!!!! i think he would balance them out so well….. i’ve seen some art of them before (and also read a fic i think..?) and they were all so sweet!! T_T

OH AND . akane as makima ….. i did in fact scream NIKUUU YOU LITTLE GENIUS …… she IS giving makima. beautiful master manipulator women!!! yes!!!! we need more of them….. 😔😔

AAA THIS IS ALREADY KINDA LONG but i haven’t even talked abt your main point yet …… i Agree. on delta. i remember him being like …. mildly interesting? but he just falls so flat when you put him next to akane and sigma 😭😭 likeee zero should always be a sympathetic lovable character trapped in their own narrative and i think delta checks some of those boxes? but he just. really isn’t given the same care as the other two….. so it’s just like . yeah ok….. this is our guy…… the man behind it all…… mr life is simply unfair snail guy…… he kills gab >:c i DO think his design (mask on ONLY) is pretty hot though but that’s my own issue to deal with

OOOOH AND AND AND !!!!!!! bten crumbs!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!! aaaa i’m still thinking abt that fic yk…… i love hearing more abt the creation of it and all the lore :3 i think shifting as a concept is so cool…. but definitely not good for our poor reader </3 i’m glad you threw them a bit of a bone…… i really am hoping they’ll turn out okay after you let them out of the box :’3 pls don’t pull a niku akutami and make them suffer right after …. plspls ….. (i would eat it up either way to be clear bUT…. still 😔)

TYSM FOR YOUR ANSWER NIKUUUUU i had sm fun reading your thoughts!!!!! i’m sorry for the kinda late reply too, i’ve been busy T_T but you alr know that…. i hope we’ll both get a lil more free time soon…… AND YES i also rlly wanna replay the games!!! if you’re interested in watching someone else play them then … here . link to a compilation of my fave streamer playing it :3 he’s kind of pretentious and critical though so . maybe… you won’t like him ….. but his streams were a lot of fun and he loves carlos !!!!! so there’s that .

anyway tyty my beloved niku!!! here is a silly little meme for you <333

i don’t know why it makes me laugh as much as it does but . i carry it w me everywhere … in my silly meme folder ……

AH YES ANOTHER PERSON OF CULTURE (zero escape fan)!!! Though I suppose I should not be surprised when you did mention loving time loops!!! Akane Kurashiki is truly my girl of all time....

NIKUUUU MY BELOVED PERSON OF CULTURE… yes…. the time loops ………. my biggest weakness 😔 uchikoshi is insane in the head (AFFECTIONATE!!) but i truly think he’s a genius for turning the classic video game format of diverging paths into a real part of the story …….. it’s just theeee coolest thing ever AND AKANEEEE OUR GIRL!!!! hehe i knew i could trust your taste :3 sigma n akane are my favs too!!! they’re just so silly…. a little insane…….. very tragic & doomed 💔 my type in other words (i think gojo and sigma would hit it off so well but i also Really don’t want them to i feel like their meeting would destroy us all)..

ok but niku ….. 👀 i neeeeed to know what you thought abt ztd . plot and lore aside i thought the carlos/junpei/akane dynamic was just so great……… i love them all so much <333 two divorcees and a Himbo

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader series) masterlist

Summary: Faceless YouTuber and Twitch streamer, Y/n (known online as Bugsy), usually spends her days playing video games and trying to ignore her roommates pleas to introduce her to GeorgeNotFound. Though quiet and somewhat reserved compared to her online friends, Y/n is tough, smart, and most of all, confident. When she finally meets the outspoken and bold Dream, she starts to view herself differently. After years of being told she’s just a pretty face by her ex, some no-faced green man makes her wonder if those were lies. You can’t fall for someone before you even know what they look like... right?

pairing: irl dream x f!reader warnings: real person fic, swearing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation by an ex-boyfriend, SLOW burn (like painfully sloooowwww burn), TALL READER (mentioned a few times but I don't think it's really important), reader and Dream are both idiots, Y/n is like half OC so if any details about appearance (like height) bother you then don't read it

status: COMPLETE

I use social maker for all the social media screenshots

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Current word count: 81.6k

PART ONE. George: the definition of, “hello, have you met my friend?” PART TWO. Jackbox Shenanigans PART THREE. Ex-boyfriends and Mr. MoneyBags PART FOUR. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??" PART FIVE. "You guys gossip about boys without me?" PART SIX. Movies and Speedruns PART SEVEN. Cooties, Discall, and Flirting PART EIGHT. “If you’re the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel.” PART NINE. Minecraft Dating 101 PART TEN. Faces PART ELEVEN. The Dream PART TWELVE. Insecurity PART THIRTEEN. “Right...” PART FOURTEEN. There's No Way PART FIFTEEN. “eyes eyes eyes.” PART SIXTEEN. Quackity's Call and Karl's Hoodie PART SEVENTEEN. The Bugity Stream PART EIGHTEEN. The Package PART NINETEEN. The Bench Trio and Sapnap make Phasmophobia 10000% Funnier PART TWENTY. Airports, Hugs, and Patches PART TWENTY ONE. Fifth Time’s the Charm PART TWENTY TWO. Big Decisions and Bigger Questions

EXTRAS

scribbles - bugsy x gn reader au

FAN ART (that’s so cool)

by @nikkineeky :

Bugsy looking cute as heck with her beloved poppy

more bugsy drawings!!!! 

NAOMI 

elytrian bugsy

dream xd and (an actual) bug

sleeping dreamsy and character!dreamsy

diff versions of bugsy! | updated

MOTHER BUGSY (with her sons, Ranboo and Tubbo)

by me:

blue-hair bugsy and clingy karl

by @m0on-blue

bugsy!!!!!

by @misfortunatem00n

redraw of my bugsy and karl!

by @immissinghome

bugsy with a bug mask

bugsy!!

by @cantaloupe-draws

bugsy LOH

dreamsy listening to music together

green by cavetown but it's dreamsy

dreamsy lore angst

roadtrip with bugsy, naomi, and karl

hogwarts au!!

by @shroomlie

bugsy sketch

by 🐝 anon

bugsy merch hoodies!! | close up of the moth design | beanie merch

by @letkeefeswear

bugsy!!!

by @struggling-with-time

dreamsy facetime

by @lawv-no

bugsy and patches

by @dinonaps

bugsy + moths

dino vs dream for bugsy's affection (dino wins obviously)

by @thetwistiesttay​

dream on facetime

by @jaysnotok

some bugsys

PICREWS (pog)

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty |

OTHER

bugsy loh quackity wins | bugsy loh dream wins - written by 🔥 anon!!!

animatic to "when he sees me" from the waitress - by @cantaloupe-draws

dreamsy playlist - by @judswrld

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I originally wrote this as a dream x oc but changed it to reader. because of that, I gave her a username (bugsy) and got waaayy to attached to it to turn it into y/u/n and stuff so if you hate bugsy, SORRY. it be like that, but bugsy is your online name unless you just replace it in your mind or something. 

[firefly464]

Fire do you have someone you'd put in the "the only man ever" category? Could be someone IRL like our streamers or some other character from some other media. Doesn't matter what.

-Vibes Anon

AA HI VIBES HOW ARE YOU MY BELOVED SORRY THIS IS LATE

anyways, may i present to you Mr Agent Perry Bucket. He is my gay fbi dad and i miss him so much hes very bad at talking to people and is kind of a mess but its ok because we love him anyways

[ranvwoop]

Ranv hello :] I hope you are good!! You already know what time it is! lore????

Hello Cryptid !!! hi friend !!!!! Thank you for asking !!!

I. I am going to be real I have no idea what just happened. I mean, I watched it, but I have no idea what happened.

Sometimes you just need to, uh, refurbish a religion into probably a mlm and also become a landlord. As a wannabe DSMP theology enthusiast that keeps their opinions to themselves I kinda hope that it has like, some sort of divine consequence. It'll have social consequences but come on. You wanna expand the deity lore so bad,, pspspsp,,, Dream XD what are you. also L'Sandburg is like, an Early Streamer's Lore, I'm a big Foolish Enjoyer but I simply shouldn't be skipping school for minecrafters, but. poor foolish (I think?). someone needs to give this man a break. I think it's very funny that Tubbo is getting involved for The Chaos of it all.

Also the bee duo picnic was cute. Uwu, one might say. It was for Tubbo's anniversary but like, I'm taking that as canon cause it was cute and I make the rules actually.

Also I'm a big Syndicate Enjoyer, so, you know,,, hey guys, if you wanna investigate the for profit religion.... y'know...... please. please syndicate content. For the religion or L'Sandburg, I know that Foolish apparently sent for help from Phil ?? so. please. I want to see my little anarchists. (To the tune of That One Vine).

But yeah today was a lot and I have no idea how to take it. I am,, a little sad a bit because, well, I'm the sentimental fools that Tommy was being rude (/lh) to. I believe in keeping things the way they are and just adding to it. Also theology theorizing my beloved. But, hey, not my twitch series. I trust whatever they've got going on will come out into something worthwhile.

Oh, also I'm really excited for Phil lore. Not the lore you're asking about, but like. He had his little redza bit apparently and I'm excited! I didn't get to watch the vod cause I was doin Stuff but I'm very excited to go and see. If it was a one off because of the banquet that's also cool, but,,, mr minecraft,,,,,,

[onenettvchannel]

OneNETnews EXCLUSIVE: PBS Kids' Arthur is Speaking Out with George Floyd's Death, under the Worldwide Issue of BLM

BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS -- A year before the CoViD19 Pandemic in Wuhan, China... There's a newest short Public Service Announcement (PSA) straight from the PBS Kids at WGBH-TV 2: PBS Boston's original longest-running children's programming known as Arthur.

For those you don't know about Arthur from PBS Kids... A simplified explanation from the PBS website based from the About page:

"The chronicle adventures of Arthur Read is based on a children's books by the Author & Illustrator named Marc Brown, who has been working with the beloved Aardvark for over 4 decades. This was started in 1976, turned into the American-wide franchise before it goes worldwide. The viewing age target is aiming to 4-8 years old. His goal is to help foster an interest in reading and writing, to encourage positive social skills, and to model age-appropriate problem-solving strategies. It is originally produced by WGBH-TV 2: PBS Boston and animated by the Oasis Animation."

Arthur Read's house is located from the Elwood, Pennsylvania; under his own show with the same name for over 2 decades. His recent voice actor was named to Roman Lutterotti from 2019. But today, the death of George Floyd is in effect in selected countries worldwide from both North Carolina & Minnesota. The reason why before the worldwide protest starts, Black Lives Matter (BLM) will commence just a few weeks later after his death. You might remember with the non-protest person was arrested in Texas named Jose Martinez (known as BN_King, a former Brony media LIVE Streamer from Fort Worth city), after he was filmed for documenting his personal underground experience on foot (on our sister-affiliated station The Brony Network).

Today, he is now contacting from the video call by reaching out at home to Leah MacGrady, an oldest Lunch lady at the Lakewood Elementary School (LES), during the post-Pandemic of CoViD19 worldwide for the unfair issue of Black Lives Matter (BLM).

Arthur & Buster is speaking out publicly via Zoom by addressing this issue to OneNETnews, "I can't believe someone would be hurt like that, just because they're Black." He adds a response from Arthur... "Racism is so unfair. No one should ever judge someone by the color of their skin. I was talking to Mrs. (Leah) MacGrady the other day. She said there's a really long history of Black people not being treated fairly in this country."

Leah MacGardy was spoked to Arthur Read & Buster Baxter from home with the response of Black Lives Matter issue, "Well, Racism is like a Disease. If you don't treat it, it's just gonna get worse. It's about all of us. It's not enough to just say, I'm not racist, it's not my problem. We have to actively fight against racism. As my friend (John Lewis) once said... If you see something that is not right, not fair, not just, you have a moral obligation to do something about it".

She adds with the finale of response, "Talk about racism with your friends, your parents, your teachers. Don't be afraid to ask questions. We all have a lot to learn about this issue. Listen to people who have experienced racism firsthand. Imagine what it would be like if it happened to you or someone you love. And finally, act. When you see or hear of someone being treated unfairly, stand up for them, say something! It might be scary, but I guarantee you it's better for everyone. And it's the right thing to do."

At the end of the Public Service Announcement (PSA), the memoriam of John Lewis was reportedly died from the Pancreatic Cancer (known as the founding Father of Better America in the 5th District of Atlanta, Georgia from his hometown of Troy, Alabama). His battle was failed for 6 months but not for the CoViD19 post-Pandemic at the Civil Rights & Congress.

The Kapisanan ng mga Brodkaster ng Pilipinas (KBP) was possibly violating the free-to-air network of Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) if they air the Racism episode or the newest short of Arthur, under the Broadcast Code of the Philippines in 2007 with the referencing of Article 15: Section 4. There will be a fine on Television to PHP30,000 (U$D612). Additionally, it also applies to the Senate Bill #2814: Section 3.2 & 4b (Anti-Ethnic or Racial Profiling and Discrimination Act of 2011) with a sentence for a year, known as the Arresto Mayor with other fine of PHP100,000 (U$D2,100). PBS is on the crystal clear kid safe standards to prevent the racism episode or the short, excluding this Public Service Announcement (PSA).

Arthur has warned to the kids' viewers like you to stop this protest or the illegal activity of Black Lives Matter (BLM) for George Floyd. As always until then, it has to make a difference at all cost, during the post-Pandemic of CoViD19 worldwide; even for the bashers on social media themselves. Act responsibly if you can.

SOURCE: *https://pbs.org/parents/shows/arthur/about/ *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_(season_23) *https://arthur.fandom.com/wiki/Elwood_City *https://arthur.fandom.com/wiki/Leah_MacGrady *https://wral.com/fbi-to-investigate-arrest-of-black-man-who-died-after-being-pinned-by-officer/19114480/ *https://wral.com/protests-over-death-of-george-floyd-end-in-fires-looting-property-damage-in-raleigh-and-fayetteville/19122800/ *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lewis *https://troymessenger.com/2020/07/17/john-lewis-lion-of-civil-rights-and-congress-dies-at-80/ *https://troymessenger.com/2020/07/30/lewis-mourned-as-founding-father-of-better-america/ *https://www.kbp.org.ph/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/2007-Broadcast-Code-Revised-June-15-2011.pdf and *http://www.senate.gov.ph/lisdata/112189539!.pdf

EXTREMELY HONEST DISCLAIMER: The views & opinions expressed from this news report are not those from the WGBH-TV: PBS in Boston. It does not clearly imitate this Police Suspect and/or the kids' programme in any matter of tolerance. Furthermore, the assumption for this news report will NOT state, intervene or reflect those of our news reporters. The station, management, interwebs and the network. Thanks for reading everypony...

-- OneNETnews Team

[incorrigible-rapscallion]

SERIAL KILLER’S GUIDE TO MEN AND MANSLAUGHTER -- Script (pgs. 14-23)

pgs. 1-2; 3-7; 7-14

INT. HARRIET'S ENTRYWAY/KITCHEN - EVENING

David clumsily enters, loaded down by the many groceries and items that he picked up while running errands. Achilles holds a bundle of flowers in his mouth.

Aunt Harriet is readying herself to leave in the entryway, but stops to coo over Achilles and the bouquet.

               AUNT HARRIET    Franny always knows just what I'll like. We'll have to thank her at the town hall tonight.

David moves stiffly into the kitchen, setting down a bag of produce that tumbles out onto the counter and floor.

David shuts his eyes then grips his hair with one hand and makes a fist with the other. The sound of the produce hitting the floor echoes and the ambient noises of the house amplify.

Achilles licks David's clenched hand, allowing it to open up and intentionally stop the reverberating sounds.

Harriet presses her hand between David's shoulder blades. David jumps and flinches away in response.

David makes a repetitive movement with his now-free hands, takes a measured breath, then scruffs Achilles' head. He nods towards Harriet, but avoids eye contact.

               AUNT HARRIET    Perhaps it's best if we stay in tonight. There isn't anything that I don't already know about on the agenda.

               DAVID    Don't worry about me. I just got overloaded. There was more social interaction today than I had expected. I should've known better.

               AUNT HARRIET    No, I should've known better. That was too much to ask of you so soon. I just didn't want to get in the way of you reacquainting yourself with everyone.

David meets Harriet's eyes and responds to her genuine tone with a chagrined expression.

David picks up the fallen produce and begins putting the groceries away.

Harriet exits back into the entryway.

               DAVID    Now that you mention it, I met a Sheriff Hannah Livingston at the park. She says that she is a friend of yours, but you've never mentioned her before.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    Am I suddenly required to report on every happening in Pleasant Grove when I write each month? I only have so much parchment to dedicate to the daily scandals of our beloved hamlet.        (poking her head in)    Tell me, how are your friends doing?

               DAVID    Achilles is fine, as you can see.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    A man shouldn't have a dog as the sole source of his social life.

               DAVID    I've been doing just fine so far. I don't plan on changing any time soon.

               AUNT HARRIET (O.S.)    Then why did you come here, if not to find change?

               DAVID    I'm not having this discussion with you right now, not if you want me to go to the town hall tonight.

Harriet enters the kitchen with an opera coat and purse.

               AUNT HARRIET    If that's the case, we should get going if we want the best seats.

David gapes at her then sighs in acceptance.

INT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

David, Achilles, and Harriet enter a quaint auditorium.

It is styled like a WPA-built theater from the 1930s but shows signs of modern refurbishment.

TOWNSPEOPLE mill about, chatting and grabbing snacks at a RHS-manned table near the auditorium's entrance.

Harriet goes straight to front row and makes a scene out of draping her coat and purse to "claim" a set of seats.

David follows at a slower pace, wide-eyed and stoic.

BEATRICE LANCASTER, late 60s with retired Prom Queen-looks, stops mid-lecture with The RHS ladies on the stage to watch Harriet's display.

               BEATRICE    Harriet, dear, I'm surprised you were able to make it. Last I heard, you were organizing a protest against the city council elections.

               AUNT HARRIET    The protest was ages ago, keep up. Whatever little birdie you have whispering in your ear obviously hasn't been honest with you.

               BEATRICE    I make a point to only concern myself with truly pressing matters.

               AUNT HARRIET    Like what color the streamers will be for this year's Lollapalooza?

               BEATRICE    At least I know that we'll have streamers this year.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (O.S.)        (through PA system)    If everyone will take their seats, I'd like to get started.

Livingston stands at a podium and patiently waits for the Townspeople's collective attention.

Harriet and Beatrice glare at each other as they sink into their respective chairs simultaneously. David passes in front of Harriet to take his seat, which breaks their showdown.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Thank you all for joining us tonight. We have some exciting things on the agenda, like the Christmas in July and Lollapalooza celebrations hosted by our own Red Hat Society chapter. Let's give a round of applause for these hard-working ladies up here with me.

Townspeople applaud. Harriet gives a cursory clap.

David doesn't clap, but takes out his notebook instead. He begins jotting down observations about The RHS and the city council on stage.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Before we get to that, let me just go over our "house rules." Please save your personal questions and feedback for when we open the floor to public comments. We also ask that you keep any side conversations to a minimum--as we want every one to be able to hear what the city council has to say about upcoming projects.

Townspeople murmur while Livingston speaks, but settle into silence at the end of her address.

                SHERIFF LIVINGSTON (CONT’D)        (through PA system)    Without further ado, let's welcome Beatrice Lancaster from The Red Hat Society to the podium.

Beatrice steps up to Livingston and "air kisses" each of her cheeks as a greeting. Harriet scoffs and speaks to David in an exaggerated whisper:

               AUNT HARRIET    I once organized a charity event with Streisand, so I know all too well how backstabbers operate. And Beatrice "Queen Mother" Lancaster puts even the slimiest ones to shame.

David jerks away from his note-taking when Harriet invokes Beatrice's name. He peruses the Townspeople behind them absentmindedly. David speaks in a normal tone, which earns nasty glances from Beatrice during her own speech:

               DAVID    I believe I ran into her husband today. When I was picking up your hamburger at The Wright Place....

David locks eyes with none other than Thomas, who is seated in a chair adjacent to their spot.

The Townspeople and ambient noises of the room fall away, leaving only the sound of David's escalating breath and knuckles popping as he clenches his hand on his knee.

Thomas gives David a grin and a wink. David stops breathing.

Achilles licks at David's clenched hand. The sudden sound and motion of the action brings the room back into focus.

David unclenches, makes a repetitive hand movement, then scruffs Achilles' head.

               AUNT HARRIET    Gah! That's why you were having a fit earlier. The Lancasters are both arrogant in their ignorance. Most upsetting. Any time spent in the near proximity of either of them would be enough to send a homicidal maniac running to the hills.

David stiffens and flips back to his notebook entry reading: "Mr. Wright--Serial Killer." He firmly shuts the book then stuffs it between his upper leg and the chair.

               DAVID    There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about earlier, before my episode. You know how I am with my "intuition."

               AUNT HARRIET    Yes, of course. That's what makes your writing so engaging and original. You are able to "concisely connect readers to the nuanced behavior and idiosyncrasies of your characters"... at least, that's what the New York Times had to say about The Turn of the Shrew....                DAVID    No, I mean my every day "intuition." The thing that makes me read other people like characters in my books.

               AUNT HARRIET    Stop being cryptic; it's unbecoming and the suspense is killing me.

               DAVID    Let's say, hypothetically speaking, that I was able to intuit someone I met today was a criminal. Or, at least, someone capable of committing a crime.

               AUNT HARRIET    We are all capable of committing crimes, mon cher. What makes this hypothetical person any different?                DAVID    I think that they have already committed the crime before. Many times.

               AUNT HARRIET    It sounds as though there is a reason that they haven't been caught yet then, since you were able to hypothetically intuit them out and about in our hallowed town.

               DAVID    That's the thing. Is there a moral obligation for me to turn in someone who is a potential criminal based only on my instincts and intuition?

               AUNT HARRIET    Has your intuition ever been wrong before?...

               AUNT HARRIET & DAVID    No.

               AUNT HARRIET    Then the moral obligation rests exclusively on your shoulders. You and I are the only ones who know of this hypothetical situation, thus, we are the only ones who know of any potential criminality from this equally hypothetical person.

               DAVID    That did nothing to answer my question.

               AUNT HARRIET    If you want to talk to someone about the everyday practice of moral philosophy, then you should find a friend. Preferably, one that speaks.

Beatrice finishes her speech at the podium and glares again at Harriet as she takes her seat. Harriet smiles cheekily.

               AUNT HARRIET (CONT’D)    While we are on this topic of personal growth and change, I have arranged a little soiree for you tomorrow night.

               DAVID    Soiree?

               AUNT HARRIET    Blind date. Think of it as an opportunity to make a friend that will discuss morality with you.

               IRATE MAN (O.S.)    Excuse me, what is being done by the Pleasant Grove police department to investigate the missing persons cases all over the county?

Livingston is back at the podium. The IRATE MAN, mid-50s and fox-like, stands at the rear of the auditorium.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Sir, at this time, I ask that you save your questions for when we open the floor to public comments.

               IRATE MAN    I asked a simple question. What is being done by your police department to investigate the slew of missing persons in this area?

As the Irate Man speaks, David opens up his notebook again and records the man's interaction with keen interest.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Once again, I will be happy to answer your question, sir, when we open the floor to public comments.

               IRATE MAN    So you are declining to comment at this time.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Not at all. Please respect our house rules by reserving your question for public comments. We have just a few more things to discuss before we can turn the microphone over to you.

               IRATE MAN    As you can tell, Ms. Livingston, I do not need the aid of a microphone.

Livingston steps away from the podium and PA system.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON    Neither do I, sir. At this time, my department is doing everything we can to investigate the missing persons cases not just here in Pleasant Grove, but around the entire county. When we have more information we can disclose to the public, we will be sure to let all the proper news outlets know.

               IRATE MAN    There. Was that so hard?

The Irate Man sits down, amid alarmed murmurs from the Townspeople. Livingston straightens her belt and stands back at the podium.

               SHERIFF LIVINGSTON        (through PA system)    Now, I'd like to welcome our fire chief, Brian O'Henry, to give us all some safety tips for wilderness survival and wildfire prevention this summer.

BRIAN O'HENRY takes the podium. He is rugged in both his appearance and attitude.

               BRIAN O'HENRY    Hello, Pleasant Grove. The biggest take away I want you to have tonight is to keep a clear head when you are faced with a situation that you are not sure about what to do--

David closes his notebook again and turns to Harriet.

INTER-CUT BETWEEN O'HENRY SPEECH AND CONVERSATION:

               DAVID    This blind date, I take it that skiving out would be a great disservice to your esteemed reputation here in the community?

               AUNT HARRIET    My reputation is ironclad, so nothing you could do would upset my public goodwill. "Skiving out," as you indelicately put it, would only look poorly on you and your conscience.

               BRIAN O'HENRY    Our air quality right now is at a low risk for wildfires, but we do have an electrical storm heading our way in the next couple of days, so practice good judgment when--

               DAVID    More so than my struggling moral compass about turning in a hypothetical criminal to the proper authorities?

               AUNT HARRIET    Morality is dull when compared to the prospect of meeting a potential life-long partner.

               DAVID    I do believe that your romantic inclinations are beginning to show.

               AUNT HARRIET    Perish the thought!

               BRIAN O'HENRY    --Above all, stay safe out there.

INT. TOWN HALL - END OF MEETING - NIGHT

David and Achilles stand at the auditorium entrance.

Harriet "holds court" with a group of Townspeople. The Townspeople laugh with her in earnest. A WOMAN IN YELLOW passes the group and inserts herself into the conversation.

               AUNT HARRIET    Franny, darling, you are looking radiant as ever. I must thank you for the elegant bouquet my dear nephew, David-the-author, picked up today.

David checks his watch and locks eyes with Achilles.

               DAVID        (to Achilles)    Alright, she thanked Franny. Surely that means we can go now.

Thomas passes in front of David and Achilles.

Thomas raises an eyebrow and winks. David's breath hitches.

Thomas leaves through the entrance and David stares after.

[hearts-hunger]

All the Bells and Whistles, part one || Charlie Nelson x Reader

Summary: DS and Mrs. Nelson celebrate Valentine’s Day with all the bells and whistles. So much fluff!

Pairings: Charlie Nelson x wife!reader, Midsomer Murders fandom

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None!

A/N: This fic’s a Valentine’s Day gift for @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl, and for everybody else who wishes Charlie “Cutiepie” Nelson was their Valentine today. Enjoy! ♡

You rolled over in bed, wanting your husband’s warmth, and found that you were alone in the king sized bed that seemed far too big and far too cold without Charlie next to you. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table; 5:38 a.m. glowed in red digits. You frowned. Charlie was an early riser, but not that early. Grabbing his discarded Cardiff University sweatshirt from the bench at the foot of your bed, you pulled it on over your pajamas as you went in search of your husband.

The smell of coffee and something baking greeted you as you opened the bedroom door, padding down the hallway in your wool socks. You wondered what on earth Charlie could be making; he usually had a cup of green tea in the mornings before work, maybe some fruit. But baking? Technically you supposed he was a good baker, but the occasions he baked on were rare enough to make it odd this morning, especially at this hour.

You rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped in your tracks, a smile spreading over your face as you realized what this all was. You’d forgotten it was Valentine’s Day today, but Charlie certainly hadn’t. The kitchen table was festooned with pink and red decorations: streamers hanging from the chandelier, heart-shaped confetti across the pink tablecloth of your mom’s that he must have fished out of the linen closet. A bouquet of wildflowers - your favorite - graced the middle of the table in the vase you usually kept on the little table in the foyer; bless his heart, that had probably been the only one he could find without your help. Charlie was the thing that made you smile the most, though, out of all of it: he was dressed in a pink button-down and those jeans you loved on him, softly singing “Beyond the Sea” to himself as he got the matching “Mr. & Mrs.” mugs down from the cabinet. Detective Sergeant Charles Nelson was without a doubt the cutest and most romantic man on the British police force, and you’d never been so happy to call him yours.

You waited by the doorway, not wanting to startle him, you heart fairly bursting with love for your husband. It was so like him to pull out all the stops on Valentine’s Day. You knew he’d had to get up much earlier than usual to put this all together before he left for work, and you were endeared to the effort he’d put into it.

He turned to set the mugs on the table and caught sight of you, a lovely smile brightening his handsome face as he did.

“Morning, Mrs. Nelson,” he said. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Is it?” you teased. “You wouldn’t know from the way this place looks.”

He crossed to you, taking your face in his big hands as he kissed you tenderly. You leaned into his touch, feeling butterflies like you did every time Charlie kissed you, even after a year of marriage.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“Did I wake you?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of remorse. “I apologize; I wanted to let you sleep as long as I could.”

You shook your head. “I missed you, so I came to see where you got off to.”

He pulled back and made a sweeping gesture towards the table. “How d’you like it?”

“It’s wonderful, sweetheart,” you said sincerely. “It looks amazing. I love it.”

His adorable smile showed a flicker of pride. “I asked Kate and Sarah for ideas, but mostly it was me. I tried to get the streamers from that craft store that you were looking at last time we went, but I couldn’t find it, so I got this one instead.”

You remembered the streamers he was talking about, and the ones he’d gotten instead was as close as you imagined he could find. You felt your heart melt at the thought of him remembering such a small detail and how hard he’d tried to make it perfect.

“It’s better than the one I picked out,” you said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his scruffy cheek, his face rosy with an adorable blush.

“I’m glad you like it, my darling,” he said sweetly. “I made coffee, and I got you that special creamer you like.”

“You sure know how to spoil a girl, don’t you?” you said, taking a seat at the table as he went to fix your coffee.

“It’s not spoiling if you deserve it,” he said, matter-of-fact. He brought both of your mugs over, his black and yours tempered with a generous amount of cream and sugar. You took a sip and gave a contented sigh.

“A husband who decorates for Valentine’s Day and makes a perfect cup of coffee,” you said dreamily. “I must be the luckiest girl in the world.”

He grinned, looking at you with more love than you could ever hope to deserve.

“I adore you, you know that?” he said. You blushed as you returned his smile.

The oven timer went off and he rose to check on whatever he was baking. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted out as he opened the oven door.

“Did you really make cinnamon rolls?” you asked, pleasantly surprised.

He took them out and gave you a worried look. “Yeah, don’t you like them?”

You couldn’t help your smile at his nearly overwhelming cuteness. “I love them,” you assured him quickly. “I didn’t think this morning could get better, but then you go and prove me wrong by making me cinnamon rolls.”

He gave you a relieved smile. “Oh, I thought for a moment I’d gone completely mental and forgotten your favorite breakfast.”

“Nope,” you said. “You’re perfect, as always.”

He fixed you your plate, knowing you well enough not to go easy on the icing. He brought it over, looking slightly confused as you stood.

“What?” he asked,

You gave him a coy smile. “How annoyed would you be if I sat in your lap?”

“Not at all,” he said, taking a seat and patting his thigh. Your mind briefly imagined another less innocent scenario where he was doing the same thing; you smirked to yourself as you filed it away for later that night.

You sat across his lap and put an arm around his neck. “Why don’t we do this every morning?”

He laughed. “Because it’s a whole production to get you out of bed before eight.”

“True,” you conceded, pinching off a generous bite of cinnamon roll and popping it in your mouth.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mmh.”

He kissed you. “Tastes good.”

“The icing?”

He smiled. “That too.”

“You big flirt,” you teased, loving every bit of it.

You spent the next hour enjoying each other’s company, joking and laughing and dancing around the kitchen as he sang you love songs. He kissed your face until you fell into giggles, making him look at you with such tenderness that it nearly took your breath away. He told you he loved you in every language he could think of; your favorite was when he said it in Welsh, “rwy'n dy garu di”.

You looked up into his beloved face, twining your fingers with his. “What is it that you want, Charlie?” you said softly, referencing It’s a Wonderful Life, a movie that both of you loved often quoted. “You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it.”

He smiled, his lovely blue eyes showing his affection. “I don’t need the moon,” he said, not following the script, but you didn’t mind. “You’re more lovely than the whole night sky, my darling. Prettier than a field of wildflowers. Dearer to me than anything else in the world.”

He ran his thumb over your cheek, his touch cool against your blush. “I love you,” he said gently. “I know today’s a good day for grand gestures, but I love you like this all the time. With all the bells and whistles.”

You kissed him, knowing you were the luckiest girl on earth to love and be loved by this man.

“I love you like this too, Charlie,” you said. “I’m glad you’re my Valentine.”

He laughed, the sound like the sweetest music to you. “Me too, my darling,” he said tenderly. “I’m glad you’re my Valentine too.”

Read Part 2!

[hetalia-themagicalmanac]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!

On this day, Mary debuted in this comic 2 years ago, which marks her technical birthday. The ask box will be open for the first time ever! so you can send a nice, wholesome message that might appear in a future comic, as well as some asks that might be drawn up! Fic below, because I really don’t have a lot of time to draw a wonderful birthday comic for her :(

🎵 Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday dear Mary~! Happy birthday to you! 🎵

The little house filled with wondrous joy as Mary’s parents clapped to their beloved daughter’s big day; her birthday! In front of Mary was a little ice cream cake that her mother bought from the grocery story with “Happy Birthday Mary” written in gel frosting. 

“My beloved Mary,” her mother began, “You can blow out the candles now. Make a wish dear, but don’t tell us, or else your wish won’t come true.” 

Mary took a big, deep breath of air and blew out the candles on her tiny little cake. Her father took a perfect picture of Mary blowing out the candles on his phone, something he would be so proud to display on Facebook. 

“Did you make a wish, Mary?” her father asked,

“Yep!” Mary squeaked, “Mama said my wish won’t come true if I tell it.”

“She’s right, you know. Now then! Mary gets the first slice since it is her special day after all!”

As the family was enjoying their slices of ice cream cake and Mary opening up her presents, there was something unusual going on upstairs. In the child’s room emerged a man from the magic almanac, sneaking around to make sure he isn’t being heard. He took off his shoes so the wooden floor wouldn’t creak under his weight, attempting to be as stealthy as possible. 

“Rats!” he said under his breath, “Mary never told us it was her birthday?! What a silly girl she is! Might as well tell everyone else back in the manor.”

He began to stealthily sneak back into Mary’s room and into the Almanac, frantically running down the stairway into Friendship Manor. He grabbed onto the protective railing of the mezzanine that he first sees upon entering Friendship Manor and took the biggest breath he could hold in his lungs.

“DUDES!!! TODAY IS MARY’S BIRTHDAY!!” he bellowed, echoing throughout the entire manor, “GET YOUR ASSES READY IN CASE SHE GETS IN FRIENDSHIP MANOR!! CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP!!! GET THE MEETING ROOM ALL DECORATED!! GET HER SOME PRESENTS, DAMMIT!!!”

Germany knew that it was Mary’s birthday anyways as he deeply cares about her as a father figure, but forgot to make cake for her since the announcement was so sudden. 

“Scheiße! The cake!” He sprinted back to the door that leads to his lovely little cottage in the woods, since this was in fact the first time Mary gets to spend a birthday with her magical friends. 

“America!” England scolded as he hastily went up the spiral staircase to the mezzanine, ready to slap America if possible. “Couldn’t you announce this sooner?!” 

“Dude, I didn’t even know it was Mary’s birthday today!” He answered, “Like I was just sneaking around upstairs Mary’s house because I didn’t even see her today and was just making sure she was okay!”

“You know America, Mary did tell us her birthday was on this day. You just forgot because you spoil her rotten anyways. We’ve been setting up the meeting room for her and all of the nations that she never met are also invited.”

“Wow thanks dude! You’re a lifesaver!”

“Whatever. Just do your part. Just don’t spoil her so rotten like you already do. I’ll get her when she’s done celebrating with her mum and father.” 

Meanwhile, as Mary went in her room carrying all of the presents her mother and father got for her, England came out of the magic almanac to greet Mary. “Happy birthday, Mary!” he said as he gave her a warm hug, “I see you were having fun with your mum and father, hm? What kind of presents did you get?”

“I got lots of toys!” Mary squeaked, showing England some of the toys she got for her birthday, some of them also being books that would make a really good bedtime story. 

“Wow! Your parents really must be glad to be with you on your birthday, huh? Maybe one of these nights, i’ll read to you one of these stories when you’re going to bed, okay?” He then noticed that Mary still had frosting on her face from the ice cream cake she had with her parents. “Oh goodness me, Mary! You’ve got frosting on your face!” He knelt down to Mary’s height and grabbed a handkerchief out of one of his pockets. It was soft to the touch, and just gentle enough to get the frosting off Mary’s face. “There you go. You don’t want to look all messy, no? Come along now, we’re gonna go on an outing.” 

“An outing! Where are we going?”

“Well, maybe I can get you some toys for your birthday.”

Little did Mary know that this was actually something bigger, something she wouldn’t expect at all from her friends!

Inside Friendship Manor, it was seemingly emptier than usual. England was holding her hand as the two went down the staircase from the mezzanine. “Ah, Mary, I forgot to get something.” England said, “We just had a very important meeting today and I forgot to get some important papers.” 

“What kind of papers, Mr. England?”

“It’s very secret, Mary. Shhh~”

Mary really didn’t mind, thinking that England forgot to get some papers in the meeting room where the nations usually have their meetings. Once they got to the meeting room, the room was pitch black, but Mary had no clue how it got so pitch black in the first place. England turned on the lights when suddenly...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARY, BEARER OF THE ALMANAC!!!”

Mary’s eyes lit up at the sight of all of the nations in the room, surprising her on her birthday in a room that was considered forbidden for her to go in during the all-important world meetings. The entire room was decorated with streamers, balloons, and even a giant banner that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY” spread across at one of the walls. There were even nations present that she never really fully met like Switzerland, and even nations that she never met before! Mary was nearly about to cry! 

“You did this...all for me?” Mary said, looking up at England with tears in her eyes. She suddenly ran over and hugged the Englishman tightly, crying on his side.

“Mary, why are you crying?” He said, kneeling down to her height and gently petting her soft, light brown hair. “Shhh...”

“I think she’s overwhelmed by happiness!” Italy chirped, approaching the crying child to calm her. “It’s okay, Maria! I know how it feels to be so happy that you just gotta cry! We made this as special and memorable as possible, especially since you’re the Bearer of the Almanac!”

England nodded as Mary looked up, tears in her eyes. He pulled out the handkerchief that he used to wipe the frosting off Mary’s lips and used a clean portion of it to wipe off her tears. “I can’t imagine how Horatio would have reacted if we were to celebrate his birthday here. I guess he wouldn’t have liked it well, but I promise you Mary, that there is no need for tears today. After all, we’re all so happy for you not only because it’s your birthday and you’re the Bearer of the Almanac, but you’re also such a wonderful friend!”  

America jumped in front of Mary and held her high into the air. “Now it’s time to party!” He declared, putting the child on his back. Mary smiled, now with all of her tears gone, she is now in the mood to celebrate happiness with her friends. 

For a time, Mary ran around to see the other nations socializing with each other and even played with some of them, such as playing tag with Sealand and some other micronations, or just climbing up on Russia and even playing with his somewhat sentient scarf. There was something Mary noticed though that someone and something was missing...

“Mr. France?” Mary tugged on his cloak, “Where’s Mr. Germany?”

“He’s bringing you something very special my dear~!” He said, “It’s so special that we all have to wait!”

“What is it?”

“I can’t really tell you, or else it would spoil the surprise!” 

That was when all of a sudden, the doors to the room swung open to see someone carrying a rather large cake that was neatly decorated and topped with candles. Mary couldn’t tell who it was carrying the cake from a distance until she ran up to the figure. 

“Mr. Germany!” Mary exclaimed, “You made a cake for me!”

“Ja, I did!” he said as he put the cake down and picked up Mary, smiling at her, “I wanted to give you the best cake you’ll ever have just for you. If I had to rush making the cake, it would have been a mess and we don’t want to have a sad birthday, no?” Mary giggled and hugged her father figure tightly. “This is the best birthday I could ever ask for!” She squeaked, probably not letting go any time soon. 

Eventually, all of the nations gathered around the cake to marvel at this masterful piece of art that many did not expect from possibly the manliest nation to ever exist. The cake was rather beautiful up close, covered in a sugary white fondant and decorated with frosting that had Mary’s favorite colors on it. There were also fondant stars around the sides of the two cake tiers, with yellow stars on the bottom tier and magenta stars on the top. Rainbow sprinkles also dotted the cake as well to pop out more. 

Mary sat down in front of the cake, wondering how she was going to blow all of these candles, yet admire how lovely the cake was that Germany made all from his hard work and love to make this day memorable for everyone. The German took out his phone and began to record Mary.

“Look, Mary! You’re on camera!” The child looked up to see Germany holding his phone at Mary and the cake he made, so he can capture this vital memory that cannot be lost. Soon enough, the nations began to sing in a harmonious chorus.

🎵  Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday dear Mary~! Happy Birthday to you~! 🎵

Mary took a deep breath and attempted to blow out all of the candles. She did have a little help from America, since some of the candles were in places she couldn’t reach with her tiny little lungs, as well as the problem of some of the candles appearing to be blown out when they were still lit. She looked up at America and giggled, seeing her brotherly figure helping her out. “Happy birthday, my lil’ dude.” America said, kneeling by the chair to hug her. 

Germany took out a large knife, the kind that was made to cut even the biggest of cakes open. “Mary, would you like to help me cut the cake?” He asked, “Hold the handle with me, okay? Then we’ll cut it!” Mary grabbed the handle of the knife with both of her hands, thinking she is helping Germany cut the cake open when he is doing most of the work. The inside of the cake was everything Mary could have ever wished for; a chocolate cake with a heavy cream inside, similar to a black forest cake. 

Of course, Mary got the first slice that she “helped” cut open, as everyone else were getting their pieces of cake. Even with everyone having their share of cake, there was still plenty left over, even though Mary couldn’t eat all of it. She ate her slice very quickly, as the sweetness and the love poured in this cake really reminded her of spending a day at Germany’s house, since he would bake for her quite often. It was a sweet rush of nostalgia and happiness, which almost brought the child to tears.

America approached Mary with a rather huge present, though Mary wasn’t surprised that he can hold it well due to his absurd strength. “Alright dude!” he said, “I got you this cool present I bought for you last minute! I didn’t know it was your birthday, so I’m real sorry about that.”

“You’re so silly, Mr. America!” Mary said, hugging his leg. “You’re the best big brother I could ever ask for!” 

America looked like his face was turning red, but he was smiling like the goofy idiot he is. “Come on, Mary! Open it up! I wanna see what it is!” 

She began to unwrap the wrapping paper surrounding the present, only to see a Mercedes-Benz, the one that can only fit herself and can only drive up to five miles per hour. (Giving Mary an actual car would be a really bad idea!) 

“My own car!” Mary squeaked as she jumped around, “Mr. America got me my own car!” Mary’s commotion attracted the other nations to see Mary sitting behind the visible wheel to this kiddy Mercedes, especially Germany, who was really surprised to see Mary in a tiny car. England didn’t seem too happy at the gift America gave to her, however.

“America, she’s going to become lazy and not actually play around!” England whispered rather crossly, “Why on earth did you even buy her a car?!”

“She’s going to sit around on that thing all day, and she always wants to climb on people!” China also added in, hearing that England does have a very good point. “She’s gonna get chubby!”

“Dudes, do you even realize how big Friendship Manor is?” America protested, “This is literally the perfect gift for her! She can drive around like a normal person all around Friendship Manor to get to places faster! Heck, she can pretend to be Germany if she wanted to!”

“Well, I guess, if you’re saying Germany is a petrolhead after all. I just don’t want her to be lazy like you.” England smirked, knowing that will give America a reaction.

“HEY!”

More presents piled up for Mary, with other such trinkets like some stuffed animals, some colorful birthday cards (some even had money in it!), clothes with unicorns on it, one of those easy bake ovens (You probably know who gave that to her), and even a little slide that looks like an elephant! To a normal person, it would seem that she was being spoiled silly, but this was seen more as utmost gratitude for not being someone like Horatio, who would have deliberately closed the Almanac on his birthday if he were still to keep it. After all, Mary was Bearer of the Almanac!

The festivities continued on, even when Mary opened up all of her presents. She drove around in her cool new car, honking at all of the nations who stood in her way. She did however, find that her cool new car would be very useful when going around Friendship Manor, since she can drive there instead of continuously getting lost and exhausted in the halls of the six continents. 

As the party dwindled down, Mary knew that she would have to get home soon. She grew exhausted from having too much fun with her friends and needed time to see her mother and father. She picked up as many balloons that fell on the ground, trying to help her friends clean up. Japan noticed her carrying all of these balloons that were still inflated and all sorts of streamers and confetti, which then he saw her fall over. Thankfully, the balloons cushioned Mary’s fall, but that didn’t stop Japan from making sure she’s okay. 

“Ah! Mary-chan, are you okay?” He said, checking to make sure she isn’t bruised. 

“I wanna help clean up too!” Mary squeaked as she got up from the ground, trying to collect all of the balloons that she let go of. 

“Ah, but it’s best to relax for now. We’ll clean up for you, and after all, it is your birthday.” 

Mary dropped all of the balloons that she collected and smiled at her friend, before she darted off back to her bedroom. “Thanks Mr. Japan!” 

It was late at night, and Mary knew that her bedtime was near. Her mother and father tucked her in bed and wished her a good night and another happy birthday before the clock struck twelve, which upon the twelfth strike would have ended her birthday. 

She still had one of the books that she showed to England earlier, just under the covers and not in the bookshelf along with her other books. It was a picture book with cute little woodland animals inside, telling an even cuter bedtime story. As the only light source was a soft light illuminating from the rabbit sitting on her bookshelf, she still couldn’t decipher what the book read. 

The magic almanac suddenly glistened, and Mary saw someone emerge from the book. He tried to stay as quiet as possible and to not let any more light reach her parent’s room. This gave Mary a good opportunity to ask him a question before she went to sleep.

“Mr. England, will you read me this bedtime story?” she whispered, trying to not awaken her parents. “I wanna see the cute little animals and its too dark for me to read.”

“Ah, that’s why I came to see you, Mary.” England whispered, “I was thinking of that bedtime story today, and it would be lovely to read it to you. Here, let me get your bunny so we can have a light.” He went over to the bookshelf and grabbed the rabbit that illuminated soft colors as a repellent for scary monsters that might be lurking under her bed. “Here’s your bunny friend, Mary. Now, this seems like a nice story, hm?”

Mary clutched onto the rabbit and got cozy under the warm covers as well as giving England light to read the book. The rabbit was set to illuminate one color, which was a nice, soft white.

He took a deep breath, making sure nobody else was around in case Mary’s parents walked in the child’s room and thought the Englishman was a burglar. 

“Once upon a time...” He began to read the story to Mary, a tale of friendship and love with a community of forest animals. It was obviously sugary-sweet, since the plot was rather simple and easily understandable for children like Mary. She fell asleep at the end of the story, dreaming of all sorts of woodland animals living together and spending time with her.

“Goodnight, Mary. May your birthday dreams be sweet.” One kiss on the forehead the Englishman gave to Mary, he returned back to the magic book, going off to bed as well. 

The End

[cherryeoo]

Question Tag

I love when my beloved sis tags me in things @seouluxe-uwunnie

Rules: Answer the questions and tag ten (10) people.

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🍬 How tall are you?

5'6 (167cm)

🍬 What color and style is your hair?

Black and straight

🍬 What color are your eyes?

Hazel

🍬 Do you wear glasses?

Nope

🍬 Do you have braces?

Nope

🍬 What’s your fashion sense?

Ummm casual? Comfy? I’m a walking paradox. I like to occasionally dress cute with what little cute clothing I do have even though after a while I become self conscious and don’t feel cute and just want to hide or change immediately. But there’s times when I like to wear t-shirts and jeans, sometimes ripped. But there’s times where I love to wear baggy shirts, shorts, tank tops, sweats and leggings. Guess it all depends on my mood. 

🍬 Full name?

My birth name is Brittany but due to the fact that it’s such a common name and I don’t like common things I changed it and go by a different name now. I’ll never legally change my name but amongst my friends and those close to me I go by Eden but I will answer to either and whichever you’re more comfortable calling me.

🍬 When were you born?

December 25, 1989

🍬 Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born and grew up in Ohio but I spent half my life in Indiana but I now live in Florida

🍬 What school do you go to?

I’m no longer in school

🍬 What kind of student are you?

I was an average student. Due to being bullied a lot I skipped school quite a bit and I’ll admit I didn’t do so great in some of my classes but I still somehow graduated and with honors.

🍬 Do you like school?

Not really

🍬 Favorite subject?

English/Literature, psychology, music/band, economics.

🍬 Favorite tv shows?

Invader Zim

Rick and Morty

Once Upon A Time

Santa Clarita Diet

Flash

Something in the Rain

My Mr Mermaid

Gosh there’s so many

🍬 Favorite books?

The Mortal Instruments series

The Eragon series

The Wake series

The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck

The Hunger Game series

Demian

The Great Gatsby

Companion of the Night

🍬 Favorite pastimes?

Video games

Anime

Watching streamers/video game YouTubers

Dramas

Baking

Hanging out with friends

Reading

Writing

Blogging

🍬 Do you have any regrets?

Who doesn’t

🍬 Dream job?

My current job, pharmacy technician

🍬 Would you ever like to be married?

Yeah I would. I don’t believe in love at first sight and all that fairy tail, movie nonsense but I do believe that there is someone out there for everyone and that they’ll come when it’s the right time at least that’s what I hope. But yes I hope I get lucky and marry the man meant for me. 

🍬 Would you like to have children?

Yes if I can.

🍬 If so, how many?

No more than 3.

🍬 Do you like shopping?

Yes I do, I just suck at it.

🍬 What countries have you visited?

None out of the US but I’d like to visit places like South Korea, Japan, China, Thailand, England, Ireland, Scotland, Germany, Paris, Greece...

🍬 Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

There’s a couple and one is reoccurring but it’s very personal so I won’t mention it. 

🍬 Any enemies?

I’m sure there’s people out there who view me as an enemy but I don’t view anyone as such.

🍬 Do you have a significant other?

Only my biases…in my dreams. copying this answer because it’s a mood

🍬 Do you get along with your family?

My mom and my grandpa, yes. I guess you could say so in regards to my immediate family but we’re not exactly close.

🍬 Do you believe in miracles?

To an extent.

🍬 How are you?

As good as I can be I guess. Just overworked, dealing with headaches daily and tired but despite that I’m pretty good.

I won’t be tagging anyone else cause I don’t wanna bother people but anyone who see’s this is free to do this if they wish. 

[aion-rsa]

Why Now Is the Right Time for a Dark City TV Series

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This article contains spoilers for Dark City (1998).

Back in the late 90s, UK cinemas were still running an annual promotion where you got to see as many recently-released films as you liked for the tidy sum of £1 each. The promotion was usually only set up for one day, so movie buffs used to plan that day with extreme dedication. You had to line up the screening times just right to make sure no film overlapped, but if you had nerves of steel and a butt lining to match? Yeah, you could squeak through five major releases for £5 and feel insufferably smug about it.

Alex Proyas’ Dark City was one of the movies caught in the net of that promotion in 1998, and I remember being bowled over by how surprisingly weird it was. Clearly influenced by Metropolis, Brazil, and Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro’s The City of Lost Children, the neo-noir science fiction film arrived to positive reviews, but audiences weren’t really ready for it’s strangeness and it subsequently chalked up a disappointing box office result.

Maybe I didn’t help matters with my £1, and I’m truly sorry about that, which is why I was excited to learn that over two decades later I might have a fresh chance to fully get behind Dark City, as Proyas has now confirmed that a TV series based on the film is in the works.

��Dark City right now is really an intriguing one to me because we’re developing a series, a Dark City series, which we’re in the very early stages [of] but I’m having to re-analyze in order to construct a new story,” Proyas said (via Bloody Disgusting). “I’m having to go back and kind of jog my memory as to what we actually did and what I think worked and what I think didn’t work and re-evaluate my own film, so that’s been a very interesting experience as well which I’ve not done before.”

There are currently no details on what the series would entail, but its development is pretty intriguing considering Dark City’s legacy is kinda square in the realm of just being a small, beloved project that influenced other, often more successful, projects. Christopher Nolan was partly inspired by the film when he wrote Inception. Equilibrium, eXistenZ, and Requiem for a Dream all appear to owe some shading to Proyas’ sci-fi-experiment, and its weird tendrils still feel wrapped around the career of Dark City writer David S. Goyer.

If the movie had emerged further along the cinematic timeline, it might have had a much different fate than its “cult classic” brand – a year later the Wachowskis unleashed their sleeper hit The Matrix, which was filmed at the same studio as Dark City and even used some of Dark City’s sets. To be clear: The Matrix doesn’t just “look a bit like Dark City“, it also has a fairly similar vibe and plot to the blockbuster sci-fi action franchise that would go on to score a massive $3 billion in revenue.

In the stylish but gloomy tale, a confused man called John Murdoch wakes up to a phone call from a mysterious doctor, who tells him that a group of ominous men called “the Strangers” are pursuing him, and one of these Strangers in particular then becomes hyper focused on tracking him. A noir tale ensues as Murdoch pieces together his real identity and the true nature of the city he lives in, which is completely controlled by the Strangers. He also develops the power of psychokinesis and uses it to manipulate reality, overthrowing the Strangers’ control. In an incredible Twilight Zone-esque climax, the city itself is revealed as a deep space habitat covered by a force field.

A fair amount of this plot probably sounds familiar, but at the time it was fairly wild stuff. And now? It seems like the kind of project that would slide right into any prestige TV schedule like a knife through butter. Since Dark City was released, its themes of identity exploration and feeling trapped in what may or may not be a bleak simulation have become major viewing fodder.

Lost ran for six seasons on ABC. Wayward Pines became TV’s most-watched show during the summer of its release. Mr. Robot kicked Sam Esmail and Rami Malek’s careers into high gear. Westworld became HBO’s pricey flagship sci-fi series. I could go on listing examples for a while, as virtually every network or streamer has sought at least one serialized dark mystery hit at some point in the last twenty years.

Even on the film side, the genre shows no sign of slowing down. Warner Bros. has just gambled a huge wad of money to get a fourth big screen Matrix offering ready in the same year that Free Guy, a film about an NPC who becomes self-aware and tries to save the day, is released.

Clearly the well has not run dry, and Dark City could now be in an ideal place to take advantage of the viewing public’s hunger for the genre, but there’s another reason that a series set in the film’s universe would work better now than it did in the ’90s – humanity has felt increasingly trapped by invisible enemies, and continues to be instilled with the post-Matrix realization that even if an individual broke free of the “concept” of reality, there would be nowhere left to go.

As the march of capitalism destroys the climate of our humble rock and emerging viruses alter the way we live forever while billionaires spend their wealth encroaching space, is there a better time to explore new stories of people determined to seize some power back and live their authentic lives in the face of certain doom?

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Broken Hearts (1)

Characters: AJ Styles and OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Angst, Fantasy Smut

Short Summary: Taking place in late January 2016, the OFC, who is recovering from a bad break up, has worked in NXT for two years when she is brought up to the Main Roster. However, she shows a disliking towards AJ Styles, who is going through a divorce, who has made his debut in WWE.

Word Count: 3,294

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Okay, I’m trying something new, with this story potentially having a second part to it. Let me know what you guys think.

Monday Night After Royal Rumble 2016

Mia Stone's POV

I stand in front of a mirror in my own personal locker room. It is supposed to be a surprise that I am debuting. I had to be here an hour before everyone else in order to get settled. This included getting new attire, and being talked to about what was happening on the show.

Now, I was studying myself in the mirror. I wore an indigo brassiere with royal purple streamers with a gray sports bra underneath. I also had black lettering with a gold outline that said "STONE" across my breasts. I was kind of glad for this. It drew attention away from my cleavage.

While I was was confident and satisfied with my looks, this did not mean I was willing to put my boobs on display to the entire world every Monday and Thursday. I usually wore long black tights, but I guess not anymore now that I was on the main roster.

My new pants were shorts that were black with gold trim. Along the hip was "STONE" in Royal Purple. I guess I was satisfied with my look. I had been in need of a new look. After all that had happened over the past few weeks, I guess I was in need of a new life.

Despite this, I still felt the need for a security blanket. I look through my things and find my gray cashmere robe. This is perfect. I throw it over myself. It still showcased my attire but hid a significant amount of skin.

A few hours later, and Raw has started. After The Authority's celebration, Renee appears on screen and welcomes AJ Styles. I roll my eyes at the pop this man gets. AJ just makes his debut at the Royal Rumble and now everyone acts as if he deserves a damn title shot.

The more I thought about the whole damn thing, the more it upset me. I have been part of this company for two years. I felt anger boiling through my blood. I was tired of people just coming in and taking what's not there's.

It just proved what I had always thought. All I am to everyone is an expendable, useless piece of shit. I feel tears forming in my eyes. Ever since my boyfriend had cheated on me, I have been contemplating who I am. I felt lost. I have felt broken.

I must have started walking without noticing because now I am out of my Locker Room and watching AJ and Chris Jericho talk to each other up close. Ever since everything happened, sometimes I end up so lost in thought I almost black out from real life. It kind of worried me, but I merely shake my head to clear it and watch as the interview ends.

AJ walks my way. I walk his way as well and shoulder him. This guy needed to know his place. He looks at me in shock. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I didn't mean to hurt you or nothing." He apologizes while also looking around in embarrassment. I chuckle menacingly.

"It's fine. But you know what really upsets me? The fact that you just think you can walk in here and strut as if you own the place don't you?" I sneer. His eyes widen in shock for a second. As if he felt sorry for me. I didn't need him feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." He apologizes. I roll my eyes and walk around him. This guy obviously doesn't care who he hurts. He just walks in and debuts before I do on the main roster. Already gets a name drop from The Authority. It pissed me off.

"Just maybe think about the fact that some of us have been here for two years and are just now getting thrown a bone." I spit. He nods his head and smiles at me in disbelief. In my head I can tell I've succeeded in lifting the veil and getting rid of the Southern Hospitality facade.

"Well, you know, I've probably been wrestling since before you were in Grade School Darling. So maybe think about that." He points out. I laugh. I narrow my eyes. Looks like the little Cowboy was finally growing a spine.

"Oh, so you're admitting that you're a has-been?" I mock. He smiles. Up close, you could see the age on his face. He didn't look old, just a little worn out. Then again, this business tends to wear people out every now and then.

"Just as long as you're admitting that you're a newbie." He retorts. I narrow my eyes at him and swing at his face. He blocks my strike with a forearm. I look into his blue eyes in shock. I look around and see that we drew a crowd. I look back at him, mischief beamed through his eyes. He was amused. He thought this whole encounter was a joke.

I drop my arm as he gives me a cocky smile followed by a wink. I scoff and walk away. I didn't need to deal with this guy. When I get to my locker room, I turn a monitor on and see that AJ's match is on. I was still unbelievably upset about how he basically made me look stupid in front of everyone.

He thought that I was just a little girl he could ridicule like that. He thought that I could be turned into some kind of joke. He would pay for this, if nothing else. AJ Styles would see what it's like when you cross me.

I have let people walk all over me for far too long. This little bird was about to spread her wings.

AJ's POV

I am walking through the hallways backstage after my match. I look around and see faces that I've seen before, yet I feel all alone. I knew that this was a risk when I signed, but now that it is real, it just feels empty.

What was really stuck in my head, however, was what that woman said to me earlier. Don't get me wrong, she was a bit excessive when it came to her complaints, but I did see some merit in her argument.

I mean, she started with WWE two years ago and hear I come and debut at the Royal Rumble. Her dream of being on Raw was delayed for two years while I did it in a day. Then again, I've given 18 years of my life to wrestling. I didn't have much time left.

She, on the other hand, still seemed to have a lot more time left. Though, I guess I shouldn't judge. She may have sacrificed a lot for this company. But hell, everyone in this building has had to make sacrifices. I lost my wife. I didn't lose her to deal with this woman's temper tantrums.

Noise from a television monitor tears me from my thoughts. I look to the monitor and see the woman make her entrance. Her music was fun yet seemed to command respect. I bet it would be nice to know this version of her.

The nameplate appears, "Mia Stone". I smile. Stone fit her to a tee. The crowd begins to cheer NXT. She rolls her eyes before putting the microphone up to her lips.

"Yes, cheer for your beloved NXT, because now that I've moved on, I'm sure that ship will sink very soon." She sneers. The crowd boos, some look on in shock. I'm guessing at one point she was a fan favorite.

One thing's for sure, she knew how to draw heat. She merely laughs in dismissal of their disapproval. "Look, I'm sorry. I know it sucks that that I've left NXT, but I needed to move on. Don't blame NXT because I grew too big for it." She fakes ignorance. I chuckle. She was a piece of work. I hear a woman clear her throat behind me.

"AJ?" I turn and see my new boss, Stephanie McMahon. Her arms are crossed and she has a concerned look on her face. My heart drops. I hoped I was not about to be reprimanded. "You are not in trouble." She assures me as if reading my mind. I nod.

"Okay, how can I help you?" I ask. She sighs, what she was about to say was either difficult, or uncomfortable. Either way, I was not looking forward to this conversation.

"We received some complaints from your co-workers about an argument you had with Mia." She begins. I take a deep breath. This mess. I nod, I suppose it was time to pay the piper.

"Yes. She disagreed with the fact that I debuted on the main roster before her. It was just a simple argument." I try my best to downsize the entire thing. For both Mia and me. Stephanie chuckles.

"That isn't what we heard. We were informed that their was some name calling exchanged between the both of you." Stephanie reminds me. I wasn't trying to lie about that, I had just simply forgotten.

"Oh yes. I'm sorry I forgot. Yes, there were some insults that we both said. Like I said, she didn't appreciate the fact that I debuted before she did. She felt that I'm getting special treatment." I explain. Stephanie nods.

"Well, we like for problems between our workers to be handled in the ring. However, since that is not something that can be allowed in your case. I have decided that instead, you two won't be leaving the building until you learn to get along." Stephanie decides. My eyes widen in shock.

"Okay, I'll be here." I assure her. Stephanie smiles and leaves. Mia would kill me. If she kept up her attitude, I would end up killing her. Either way one of ends up dead.

I go to the locker room, shower, and pack my stuff. I keep my head down and don't make an effort to talk to anyone as I go to catering. Both because I was not looking forward to tonight, but also because I did not see a friendly face in this room.

I was all by myself, no wife, no family, no friends, just enemies. Welcome to the WWE AJ.

Mia's POV

I've just gotten backstage after working my first promo on the main roster. I had never been a heel before in my entire career. It was so much fun. After my promo I had a squash match with Summer Rae. I was so happy that I won my Raw debut.

Though I had to admit, it sucked that I had my Raw debut against a jobber like Summer. Meanwhile Mr. Phenomenal got to go up against Y2J, one of the best in the business. I shake my head. Enough thinking about him Mia, just try to avoid him the rest of the night.

"Mia?" I turn and see Stephanie. I hope I wasn't in any trouble. I smile at her, a smile she returns weakly. I begin to frown. I guess I am in trouble.

"Hello Ms. McMahon, can I help you with anything?" I ask, attempting to sound nonchalant. Ms. McMahon sighs. I close my eyes and roll my eyes. Great!

"Well, it has come to my attention that you had an altercation with AJ Styles. I don't want to hear about who was right, who was wrong, I just want to nip this in the bud. I will not have you or AJ arguing. So I've arranged for you and AJ to discuss this matter together. I hope you guys become the best of friends soon because I would hate to get rid of one of you." She explains. I am utterly speechless.

I didn't want to talk with AJ, it wasn't fair. Stephanie leaves while I walk miserably to my locker room. Before I make it, I see Becky and sigh. "Beck, have you seen Styles?" I ask. She points to catering.

"Over there Mia." She says. I nod and hug her.

"Thanks." I say before walking to catering. AJ is sitting with his phone in hand. I sigh and walk over to him. He greets me with a half-assed smile.

"He-" He begins.

"Listen." I cut off. "I know we need to talk. But, I need to shower and stuff so just give me twenty minutes." I conclude. He nods and lets me go. I get to the locker room and walk into the shower area. It takes me a while to get the perfect temperature, but I do and after the water is running nicely I get in and allow everything to wash away.

The warm water feels so good on my body as I begin to relax and clean myself. The water also feels very good on my entrance. Before I know it, my fingers make their way down to my pink lips and begin to tickle the outer folds.

As I begin to open myself up, a bit of water that flows over my womanhood works it's way inside. I moan softly. I begin to go harder, faster. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, just about how long it's been since I got some.

I begin to rub myself with one hand, while beginning to tug on my pink buds with the other. Suddenly, AJ begins to appear in my head. His eyes, so blue it was as if you were looking at the sky. That smile, that made you want to drop your panties as soon as he flashed it in your direction. His muscles, thick and powerful. The abs, toned and ripped. Finally, there was the happy trail that started from his chest and traveled down to that big bulge in his tights. The bulge that suggested he was talented in other places besides the ring.

He was a catch. Though I hated to admit it, AJ was a sexy man. And the fact that he showed me any kind of attention was amazing within itself.

He began to flash into my mind more. This time with him laying me down on a bed. Him kneeling over me with his undoubtedly large cock out. Him forcing it down my throat. Slapping me if I used teeth. Making me his bitch. Of course, he would only do that because I have asked him too. God what was wrong with me. He now began to eat me out. It felt as if his tongue was made specifically to pleasure a woman. His tongue had to be skilled from years of "experience".

Only after he had warmed me up would he even think about inserting himself inside. I am sure that was just the type of lover AJ was. As he begins to work himself inside me his lips are pressed up against my ear. Making sure that I am enjoying myself. Fuck. Even in my head he is a great guy. I bunch four of my fingers together in an attempt to mimic the girth of AJ's length.

Jesus I imagine him being the best fuck anyone could ask for. The pressure had been building up inside me for some time now. This is odd as I am usually unable to orgasm through just masturbation. I decided to slow down. That was until I thought about AJ and I having hate sex. Oh the heat of it. The two of us trying to one up the other in terms of pleasure. Of course it was a toss up of who would win.

Then again. AJ is much more giving. At this thought, I explode. "Oh fuck AJ give it to me!" I shout as my juices start mingling with the water flowing down my leg. I hop out and grab a towel. I begin to pat myself dry. I can't help but feel embarrassed. I work with  number of hot sexy men, and the few orgasms I have had were rarely from thinking about my fellow coworkers before. And none as intense as that. I'm sure it's just because he was the last man I saw. I'm sure it's nothing.

AJ's POV

I watched Mia, feeling guilty. I had waited more than twenty minutes, but started to think that perhaps she had skipped out on me. I went to her locker room looking for her. That was where I found her, rubbing her beautiful pussy. I found himself rock hard in my jeans. I felt as though I should leave or announce my presence. Or offer to join. Ever since my wife left, I had been so lonely and had been unable to connect with anyone. However, I had felt something with Mia that reminded me of what I felt with my wife almost twenty years prior.

I felt challenged by my ex. That is exactly what I felt by Mia. Challenged. While Mia still needed a better attitude, her body was flawless. At least, to me it was. I watched as the clear water flowed from her brunette hair onto her shoulders. From her shoulders onto her breasts. Her breasts down her stomach. The water flowed over her womanhood. I wanted to take her right then and there.

Her stomach began to contract, as mine did when I was about to climax. She was getting ready to cum. Her juices started to flow down her leg. "Oh fuck AJ give it to me!" She cries out. My eyes widen as I realize that it was me she was masturbating about. Part of me had to wonder just what sexual scenarios she had conjured up. She began to get ready to exit the shower so I made my get away.

I was still hard as a rock. I needed to take care of this damn thing quick. I hurried to a bathroom and entered a stall. I undid my fly and pull out my cock. I began to stroke myself. I smiled at the thought of Mia masturbating. The fact that she had inserted four of her digits into herself. She didn't come close to matching how big I was. Part of me wanted to show her.

I would have to go to Church after this. I just felt as if I had violated her. I shook my head to clear it of these thoughts. Now, the only images filling my head were of her beautiful body bouncing up and down on my dick. Her screaming my name. I wanted to hear her scream my name again. Like she had when she came. God I needed my hands to explore every curve and every inch of her form. I needed her.

As it had been a while since I last had sex, cum began to shoot out of me like an unmanned fire house. A bead of sweat ran down my forehead as I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep any sounds from escaping. I ripped off a piece of tissue paper and wiped the rest off of my hand and flushed it. I made sure my hands were clean before returning to catering.

There she was. Her brown hair sitting in a chair waiting for me. Only I should be sitting in that chair, with her bent over my leg. Me spanking her. My cock began to harden again. I ahook my head and took a seat. "So, you ready to talk?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Whatever let's get this over with." She said, her attitude was back. I can't help but smile. While she said she hated me, her body said otherwise. Maybe this could be the start of a great friendship.

[billyagogo]

Why Netflix could run the table at next year's Oscars

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Why Netflix could run the table at next year's Oscars

Welcome to EW’s The Awardist: a weekly column offering (very!) early and in-depth analysis of the 2020 awards season. Check out last week’s deep dive.

In 2013, its first year of serious eligibility, Netflix announced itself as a major Emmys player: Its flagship drama, House of Cards, received nominations across the board — for Outstanding Drama Series, lead acting, and various below-the-line categories — while Jason Bateman also scored a Lead Actor nod on the comedy side for the resurrected Arrested Development. Notoriously, Netflix has still never won a best-series Emmy — unlike streaming competitors Hulu (The Handmaid’s Tale) and Amazon (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Fleabag) — but getting there has long been considered a matter of when, not if. The company’s relatively few years in competition at the Academy Awards has been less impressive — and more controversial. Arguably its first significant player, 2016’s Beast of No Nations, was totally snubbed despite supporting standout Idris Elba winning the precursor SAG Award, and receiving a Golden Globe nomination. The next year, Dee Rees’ historical epic Mudbound received a huge campaign, and managed key nods in Best Supporting Actress (Mary J. Blige) and Adapted Screenplay, but couldn’t crack the Best Picture field. The dam continued to break last year with Roma, a film of such power and ambition it couldn’t be denied — Alfonso Cuarón won Best Director, and it received the streamer’s first Best Picture citation — even if its cinematic scope only heightened tensions around Netflix’s general dismissal of traditional theatrical distribution. Enter 2020: an Oscar year in which Netflix comes armed with one the biggest awards slates of any company, and is positioned to potentially run the table. This marks a dramatic change from just two years ago; the limit to which Academy voters will embrace the company faces its greatest test. Indeed, reports of antipathy from the traditional film community toward Netflix, due to its disruption of business and blurring of the line between feature and TV, aren’t exactly few and far between. Headlines emerged out of this year’s Oscars about whether Roma coming up short was due to its Netflix affiliation. And the treatment of various 2020 contenders has raised plenty more eyebrows. Netflix committed well north of $100 million to the budget for The Irishman (Nov. 1 theatrical; Nov. 27 streaming), Martin Scorsese’s mournful gangster epic, and reviews of out of last week’s New York Film Festival premiere were rapturous. It’s the kind of big-screen event from a long-beloved filmmaker that industry insiders particularly love; that it effectively employs risky new technologies and earns a running time that exceeds 200 minutes only adds to its appeal. Yet, near the end of August, Netflix announced it would be forgoing a wide release of the movie, unable to reach a distribution compromise with big theater chains, and instead drop it for subscribers to stream less than a month after indie houses launched a limited, Oscar-qualifying run. While Netflix doesn’t deny the value of the theatrical experience, its model — even for a movie as big-screen-ready as The Irishman — squeezes its reach.

And yet is there any doubt that this movie is a heavy-hitter? It features the strongest work Robert De Niro and Al Pacino have done in years, and nominations are likely; Joe Pesci, making a long-awaited return to movies, is remarkable in a gentle, subtle, devastating against-type turn. (He’s an early Best Supporting Actor frontrunner.) The whole movie feels like a eulogy for the stuff Scorsese made decades ago, in the best way; a meditation on mortality and morality, and a tragic reframing of violent crime stories that once felt irresistible. Accordingly, Scorsese is a top Best Picture/Director contender. With dozens of high-profile reviews out of NYFF, The Irishman will go down as one of the year’s best-reviewed movies. In fact, per Metacritic, the only English-language 2019 title that has topped it in critical acclaim is Marriage Story — another Netflix film getting a massive Oscar push. Noah Baumbach’s intimate divorce drama is an equally robust player across the board, with Baumbach angling for his first-ever Best Picture/Director nods, lead actor Adam Driver a Best Actor frontrunner, and scene-stealer Laura Dern a serious Supporting Actress player. That it was named the runner-up for the Toronto International Film Festival’s predictive People’s Choice Award indicates it has more than just critics’ awards in its future. Both it and The Irishman, well-funded and handsomely mounted, reflect a critical element of Netflix’s prestige strategy: They give great filmmakers the resources to make their best movie. It’s no coincidence that both directors are receiving some of the best reviews of their decades-long careers. And they only begin to cover who the streamer is pushing this season. Its wildcard may be The Two Popes (Nov. 27 theatrical; Dec. 20 streaming), a witty two-hander featuring career-capping work from Jonathan Pryce — adding yet more Netflix intrigue to Best Actor — and with an adapted screenplay by Anthony McCarten (from his own play) that could go all the way. It’s a sleeper for a Best Picture nomination, too; festival response so far has been ecstatic, and it reaches a different, key Academy demographic than the rest of Netflix’s slate. Dolemite Is My Name (Oct. 4 theatrical; Oct. 25 streaming) may be more of an audience play, but neither leading man Eddie Murphy nor supporting star Wesley Snipes, both in hilarious comeback mode, should be counted out (and are making the circuit rounds). But back to The Irishman and Marriage Story: Are these your top two Best Picture contenders right now? They’re certainly up there, along with other hopefuls like TIFF winner Jojo Rabbit and summer smash Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. That fact alone marks a pretty staggering change of pace for the industry. Related content: Why Oscar voters shouldn’t forget about these great lead actress performances Taika Waititi’s Jojo Rabbit scores coveted People’s Choice Award at TIFF The Irishman reviews roundup: ‘Phenomenal’ film gets perfect Rotten Tomatoes score

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Just Another Love Story Again!

Chapter 7: The Wedding Part. 3: The Big Day!

A Month Has Passed And The Day Of The Wedding Has Arrived Keisuke And Yuria Decided To Have Their Wedding Underneath A Huge Cherry Blossom Tree On Top Of A Hilltop "Everything Ready?" Keisuke Asked The Organizer Who Is A Guy With Blonde Spiky Hair, Blue Eyes Wearing A Purple Suit With White Shoes And Rose On His Suit Jacket By His Heart Standing Next To Him While He Fixes His Tie In The Mirror "Yes Sir We're Just A Few Minutes Away From The Big Moment!" The Man Said Happily.

Keisuke Nods "Sounds Good Thanks Mr. Keitaro!" He Said Sighing "Something Wrong Keisuke?" Keitaro Asked Putting His Hand On Keisuke's Shoulder "Just Nervous That's All" Keisuke Said Smiling As He Went Back To Combing His Hair "You'll Be Fine Yuria Is A Wonderful Woman Oh And You Can Stop Combing Your Hair It Looks Fabulous!" Keitaro Said Kindly Keisuke Chuckles "Thanks Again Keitaro" Keisuke Said Putting Down The Comb.

Keisuke Sighs As He Stands Up Straight "Lets Do This!" He Said Walking Out His Tent And Up To The Altar Where The Priest Who's Wearing A Typical Priest Outfit He Has Black Hair And Brown Eyes Is Looking Down At His Book But Looks Up When He See's Keisuke Walk Up And Smiles "Should Be Amazing Huh? The Weather Is Absolutely Perfect There's Cherry Blossom Petals On The Ground Its Beautiful!" The Priest Said Kindly "I Agree Completely Father I'm Very Excited I Cannot Wait To See Yuria In Her Dress" Keisuke Said Slightly Blushing.

The Priest Smiles "I'm Betting She Chose A Very Stunning One" He Said Kindly "Absolutely!, Yuria Wouldn't Settle For Anything Less" Keisuke Said Just As Here Comes The Bride Starts Playing Making Keisuke Turn Around And Watch As Rin And Ayano Who Are Bridesmaids Walk Out Wearing Black Floor Length Dresses With Slits By The Legs "Wow Yuria Does Have Good Taste!" Keisuke Thought As He Leaned In And Kissed Their Cheeks Then They Took Their Seats As Yuria Came Walking Down The Aisle Dressed In A White Low Cut Wedding Dress That Shows Off Her Cleavage Perfectly Her Baby Bump Very Noticable Making Keisuke Smile Broadly As She Stands Next To Him.

The Priest Clears His Throat "Dearly Beloved We Are Gathered Here To Witness The Union Of Keisuke Urahara And Yuria If Anyone Has Any Reason Why These Two Should Not Be Joined In Holy Matrimony Let Them Speak Now Or Forever Hold Their Peace" He Said Clearly And After A Few Moments Of Silence "The Rings Please.." He Said As Keisuke Grabbed The Rings From The Ring Bearer "Do You Keisuke Urahara Take This Woman As Your Lawfully Wedded Wife In Sickness And Health For Richer Or Poorer For Better Or For Worse Til Death Do You Part?" The Priest Asked "I Do Now And Forever!" Keisuke Said Slipping The Dolphin Ring On Her Finger The Priest Smiled "And Do You Yuria Take This Man As Your Lawfully Wedded Husband In Sickness And Health For Richer Or Poorer For Better Or For Worse Til Death Do You Part?" The Priest Asked Yuria "I Do Now And Forever More!" She Said Slipping The Ring On His Finger.

The Priest Quietly Clears His Throat "Then By The Power Vested In Me By The Holy Church I Now Pronounce You Man And Wife You May Kiss The Bride!" He Said Clapping As Keisuke Kissed Yuria Passionately "I Love You So Much Yuria!" Keisuke Said Looking Into Her Eyes "I Love You Too Keisuke" She Said Moving His Hair Off His Forehead With Her Hand As She Looks Into His Eyes "Ladies And Gentleman I Give You The New Mr. And Mrs. Urahara!" The Priest Said Clapping Harder As Everyone Cheered.

Keisuke Picks Up Yuria And Carries Her Towards The Limo At The Bottom Of The Hill While Being Pelted By Rice And Streamers He Puts Her In The Back Of The Limo And Gets In Himself Then Closes The Door As The Driver Takes Off "Gotta Admit My Love When I First Saw You In That Dress I Got So Excited!" Keisuke Said Kissing Her "Were You Now?" She Said Returning The Kiss And Purrs As She Rubs His Crotch "Oh Were You Ever!" She Added Giggling As She Watched Him Moan "Oh God Baby!" Keisuke Said Closing His Eyes "You'll Have To Wait For The Rest Babe" She Said Moving Her Hand Away Giggling "Oh Your Such A Tease!" Keisuke Said Giving Her A Naughty Look.

Yuria Winks At Him "You Forget That I Can't Have Sex Babe? But I Can Help Your Issue Out Later" She Said Rubbing Her Stomach Happily "Works For Me My Love" Keisuke Said Leaning In To Kiss Her Stomach "Daddy Can't Wait To Meet You Little One!" He Said Happily "I Can't Wait To Get Out Of This Dress Its Beautiful But Totally Uncomfortable When You're Pregnant" Yuria Said Giggling "I Can't Wait To Get You Out Of It Either" Keisuke Said As He Kissed Her Passionately.

Twenty Minutes Later They Pulled Up To The Most Expensive Hotel In Town It Has Two Massive Fountains Outside Of It One Has A Unicorn That Shoots Water Out Of Its Horn And The Other An Angel Which Shoots Water Out Of The Tip Of The Arrow In Its Bow "Wow This Place Is Gorgeous!" Keisuke Said Looking Around As He Helps Yuria Out Of The Limo "Its Amazing!" Yuria Said Looking Around In Awe For A Few Minutes Before Walking Inside With Keisuke And Up To The Front Desk As A Camera Turns To Point At Them The Scene Shifts To Show A Huge Desk And Red Chair From Behind And An Arm Resting On The Arm Of The Chair "Have Your Fun Keisuke For I'm About To Make Your Life A Living Hell!" The Man In The Chair Said Laughing Hysterically.

Chapter. 7 End