#my favorite piece of hers is definitely this full elephant back piece with like four tusks and the trunk like twisting between them

[fagdykebassboy]

we need teleportation so i can go get tattoos all my favorite artists are in fucking berlin and belgium😭😭

[artificialqueens]

You Rewrote My Ending (ABCD Friendship) - Candy Cane

A/N: so glad i finished this today!! i have two other wips im currently working on, and im so thankful for @chaoticnachokitten for beign a cheerleader and beta for this one!!! thank you!!! you can follow me at @sillylittlecandycane if you so please <3 enoy :3 Summary: After a long week, the four bffs finally get a chance to relax.

Adore has had what feels like the absolute longest week ever. She knows Courtney was struggling too, Bianca’s texts sound grumpier than usual, and Darienne hasn’t been texting enough, which basically confirms for Adore that they all need to get together asap.

The youngest of the four sends the absolutely most pathetic text she can think of to the group chat, then boom! Next thing she knows, Darienne’s inviting everyone over to her place, Courtney is making sure Bianca’s bringing rich lady alcohol, and Adore is calling in their pizza order to be delivered to Darienne’s.

As the two musicians rush around the house gathering their things before the Uber arrives, Adore remembers at the last minute to poke her head into Trixie’s bedroom so at least one of their other roommates knows where they’re going.

“Hey Trix?” Adore says before she’s even looking in, the second she does look though…

Katya and Trixie are shoulder to shoulder in the latter’s bed, laughing their asses off over something on the laptop situated on their laps. Adore doesn’t quite know what she’s seeing, it’s definitely not the first time they’ve acted like this, but it is… different.

“What’s up?” Trixie says, still coming off the high of laughter.

“Courm and I are headed to Darienne’s for the night, I dunno when we’ll be back-”

“Cool, have fun!” Trixie cuts her off a bit too quickly.

Adores glances between her roommates, deciding she’d much rather go get cuddles from her favorite shady elephant than psychoanalyze these two psychos.

“Kay, bye!” Adore grins, slinging her backpack over her shoulder to meet Courtney at the front door.

Courtney looks exhausted, even if her makeup is totally perfect, and Adore is really, really worried for her. Her shoulders are a little too slumped, her hair is just a little too messy, her voice just a little too groggy… Adore hates it. She cannot wait for their night of relaxation to start.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. They get the text from their Uber, rush outside and climb in, then after a bumpy, curvy, wild ride from a seemingly normal driver, the roommates tumble out of the car a little worse for wear, but fine.

Courtney is the one to knock on the door of Darienne’s townhouse that lies at the very edge of the city. Bianca is the one to open it for them, holding a large glass of wine and wearing an expression of fondness and exasperation.

“It took you long enough,” the older woman snorts, “Even the fucking pizza guy beat you two.”

“Our Uber driver was probably insane,” Courtney sighs, accepting Bianca’s hug as she walks into the familiar home.

“Yanks!” Adore shouts before practically launching herself into Bianca’s arms, pressing her face into the crook of her friend’s neck, feeling warm and safe in the embrace.

Bianca runs a hand through Adore’s tangled, dyed-red hair, “Missed you too, bitch.”

Adore throws her head back in free, happy laughter, she’s definitely missed her best friend this week, and it feels so good to be with her again. The singer looks up to see Courtney leaning against Darienne, who looks just as tired as the rest of them. Adore is kind of excited to hear about why everyone’s just had a collectively sucky week or day. Those three are hilarious when ranting while drunk, and she could really use a good time.

Adore grabs Bianca’s hand so that they can go and join Courtney and Darienne in a nice, big group hug. They all hold onto each other tight, a firm reminder that their friendship is unshakable, and that one bad week can’t hurt any one of them.

They pull apart after a few minutes, then Adore looks out into the kitchen curiously.

“So… the pizza’s already here?” she asks cheekily.

“Go get your fucking food, you needy bitch, because once you’re done I’m going after your nasty hair,” Bianca says in her typical motherly way, reaching up to ruffle Adore’s hair.

Darienne rolls her eyes, “Hey, don’t take too much of my good wine either! I’m old, I’ve lived long enough to deserve it.”

Adore laughs out a “Yes, mom!” as she heads over to the kitchen, Courtney right behind her. Despite living in the same apartment, Adore doesn’t really get to see Courtney or talk to her as much as she wishes she could. Their schedules rarely line up, and Courtney has been spending more and more time out of town over the last couple months. Adore doesn’t think she would ever be able to say it out loud, but she’s terrified Courtney is going to move out of town with how much she’s been away lately.

And that would suck for so many fucking reasons! One, she’d have to find a fourth roommate, which, gross, talking to new people. Two, Courtney would be moving out. Three, Courtney wouldn’t even be in the same fucking city anymore! Adore doesn’t know what she’d do without being able to crawl into Courtney’s bed for cuddles at four a.m., or Courtney’s way too peppy early morning attitude. It would just suck.

Head spinning with worry, Adore grabs a couple pieces of the veggie pizza, then pours herself more wine then either of her old lady friends would approve of. Courtney follows behind her, the two lean against the kitchen counter, quietly enjoying each other’s company, eating pizza and sipping on wine.

Adore smiles when she hears Bianca and Darienne’s crazy laughing, and then giggles when the two of them tease each other as they storm into the kitchen.

“You two look pathetic,” Bianca says gruffly, arms crossed over her chest as she stares at them from the other side of the counter, “Let’s go watch Real Housewives or something, I wanna make fun of ugly bitches and I’ve already said all I can about everyone in this room.”

“Fine, but if anyone stains my sofas I’m going to lose my damn mind,” Darienne says, even though she’s already taking Adore and Courtney’s hands to lead them to her couches.

“Impossible, you lost your mind ten years ago,” Bianca retorts, sitting down on the end of the couch.

Darienne doesn’t say anything, but she’s laughing along with everyone else, and it’s really, really fucking good. After everyone’s situated on the couches, Adore curls up on the floor against Bianca’s legs, her cheek resting on her friend’s knees. Bianca absent mindedly runs her fingers through Adore’s matted, messy hair while Courtney and Darienne argue over what to watch.

“Ugh, your hair’s a mess, kid,” Bianca complains, “I can hardly put my fingers through it!”

“I’m too tired to brush it though,” Adore whines.

“Well I told you earlier I’d take care of it for you,” Bianca reminds her, trying not to smile at the way the younger perks up.

“Thank you…” Adore mumbles, her face pressed tight against Bianca’s knee.

Bianca smirks, “You gotta let me up though so I can get a hairbrush.”

“Nooooooo!”

“Then I can’t fix your hair, you lazy mermaid.”

“…Courtney?” Adore asks hopefully.

“I’m not getting up,” the Aussie says, snuggling further into the soft cushions of Darienne’s couch, her cheek resting on said friend’s shoulder.

“Count me out too,” Darienne says, her tiredness from the week extra heavy in her voice.

Adore groans and rolls off of Bianca’s legs, her back resting against the couch so that Bianca can get up. Bianca pats the top of Adore’s head before she gets up, and Adore’s eyes drift to the TV, which is playing some over dramatic reality show. It’s perfect for this kind of night.

Before she even has time to miss her Willow too much, Bianca is back and tugging the younger in between her legs so that she has a good angle to take care of the rats’ nest Adore is currently calling her hair. Darienne and Bianca start a back and forth banter over the craziness happening on screen, while Courtney intermittently interjects and Adore laughs along with her friends, immensely enjoying the gentleness of Bianca’s fingers and the methodic, soothing motions of the brush.

No one is sure when, but Adore quickly starts dozing off against Bianca’s legs, and only moves when Bianca tugs her up onto the couch. Adore winds up with her head in Bianca’s lap, and her long legs sprawled across Courtney’s and Darienne’s. They tease her a little at first, loving and good natured, but are quick to give it up once they realize she really is falling asleep in B’s lap.

“Poor kid is just completely worn out,” Bianca mutters as she works on an extra difficult knot.

Darienne sighs, “Yeah, one of those weeks for us all…”  

“This was the first full week I’ve been home in months. I’m really glad to be back, but I think it’s just made me realize how tired I am from travelling,” Courtney admits.

Darienne squeezes her hand sympathetically, “Don’t overwork yourself, that’s how you turn out to be a bitter old bitch like Bianca and I.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bianca chortles, brushing Adore’s hair gently, “I was two times worse than you are, ya know, and I didn’t really have anyone around me telling me to calm down. So take the advice now, and maybe a vacation while you’re at it.”

Courtney smiles fondly at Bianca, and leans over a conked out Adore to give her a one-armed hug, “You are much more of a sweetheart than you want anyone to know.”  

“You don’t gotta rub it in my face,” Bianca says with an eye roll.

“Oh no, we will be holding this over your head for the rest of time,” Darienne teases.

“You’re one to talk,” Courtney smirks, “And I’d say it’s less of a secret with you.”

Darienne feigns a scandalized expression, reaching up to grasp at her heart, “Courtney! How could you?” Courtney’s shoulders shake with laughter, causing her to accidentally jostle Adore, which in turn makes the youngest of the four groggily protest being woken.

“What the hell…?” Adore whines, her cheek squished against Bianca making her words almost unintelligible. Bianca pets through Adore’s hair to soothe her back to sleep while whispering to her, pointedly ignoring the looks from the other two ladies as she does so.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Courtney says, nothing but awe and amusement in her voice.

“As long as she doesn’t figure it out I’ll be fine,” Bianca jokes, not denying it.

“From that first day at that damn club…” Darienne says, reminiscing already.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Bianca complains, wrinkling her nose, still detangling Adore’s hair even though it’s almost perfectly smooth now.

Courtney grins mischievously, “Remember how much you couldn’t stand me? Or Adore? I think Darienne you liked from the start, but that’s because she’s just your type of person.”

The older woman rolls her eyes fondly, “Yeah, I remember. You two were so fucking annoying, and if it hadn’t been for Darienne being the most tolerable bitch in the building I probably would’ve strangled someone.”

“That sounds about right,” Adore mumbles sleepily. The other three chuckle and Bianca brushes back Adore’s hair from her face.

“I remember hating all three of you immediately,” Darienne jokes, the others laughing along with her, “I only like people with good taste in makeup.”

Courtney gasps in faux offence, Adore sniggers into Bianca’s lap, and Bianca continues the banter, “What does it mean now that we’re your best friends?”

“That there’s still hope for you guys yet.”

Courtney nearly falls into Darienne’s lap from laughing so hard. Maybe they’re all over-doing it on the wine, but they’re having too much fun to consider slowing down. Courtney hasn’t felt so relaxed and happy in weeks, and she can’t help but to regret not calling Bianca sooner.

She sighs and curls closer into Darienne, “So what happened with you this week?”

Darienne hums boredly, “Just my boss being shitty, but what’s new? Oh, and that guy I met on Facebook turned out to be completely worthless.”

“It’s not your fault the people around you are awful,” Courtney says sympathetically, “You deserve better than anyone like them.”

“You know what? I do,” Darienne agress confidently.

“I’ll beat them up for you,” Adore offers, lifting her head up just enough to be heard.

“Now that’s a fight I’d like to see,” Bianca grins.

“I’ll send you addresses next week,” Darienne says, patting Adore’s calf, which is still sprawled across her lap.

“I love you, Darienne,” Adore sing-songs loudly.

“Bitch, stop moving so much I’m trying to fix your hair,” Bianca complains.

“I love you, too, Bia!”

Courtney rubs Adore’s back softly, “Awww, what about me?”

Adore quickly sits up, causing Bianca to grumble in surprise, and turns herself so she’s nose to nose with Courtney, “Courm, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know where I’d be without you so please, please don’t move out because I can’t function when you’re not around-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Courtney frowns, placing her hands on Adore’s shoulders to steady the younger girl, “Move out? What are you talking about?”

Adore’s eyes water, and she swallows hard, “I know you’re planning on moving out because you’re always out of town, and you’ve been getting a lot of mail from this one company, and I just… Please don’t go, Courtney.”

Courtney throws her arms around Adore’s neck and pulls her in for a tight, loving hug, “I’m not going anywhere, Adore. I promise. I’m sorry that it looks like I may be planning on moving out, but I swear I’m not.”

“Thank God,” Adore mumbles, snuggling closer to Courtney.

Bianca rolls her eyes, but they all know she really does find it sweet, “Alright, now that the mushy shit is sorted, Adore can you get your fucking knee off of my appendix?”

Adore rolls herself off the couch and onto the floor with a yelp, “I’m okay!”

Courtney giggles, “Bianca, appendixes are so old-fashioned. If you want I can recommend you a surgeon to get rid of that.”

“Of course you can, you cunt,” Bianca says, playfully slapping Courtney’s arm.

Adore looks up at her three very best friends. She wouldn’t trade them for the whole world, not ever. They’re too perfect, too perfect for someone like her, but somehow they’re still hers. So she’ll take what she can get, and accept it for what it is.

She loves them, and she knows they love her too. 

[deandeclan]

TRIAL CLAIM FORM

It seems as though we are in a time of trial claims lately. It’s exciting to see. With this form having been looked over by the administration and the necessary filing completed, I am happy to announce that this trial claim has been approved. Congratulations.

Effective immediately MEREDITH FABRAY will move into THEA BAKER’s accommodations.

Name(s) and Age(s) of Dominant or Switch: Thea Baker, 37

Name(s) and Age(s) of Switch or Submissive: Meredith Fabray, 30

Education Completed:

THEA: A complete education at Devereux, and five years teaching experience.

MEREDITH: 3 full years of Devereux as a Switch.  Still in year one as a Submissive.

Length of Relationship:

Since reconnecting, five months.  However, they’ve known each other much longer than that, dating back to when they were both students.  They roomed together, and carried on a relationship for almost a year and a half before Meredith entered her trial claim with Henry.  That trial claim as well as Meredith’s mark both contributed to the end of that relationship and their falling out of contact.

Why would you like to enter into a trial claim?

THEA: I have stayed away from claims all of this time because I’ve never been in a place or with a person when it felt like the right thing to do.  When I could trust myself completely with another person, and embrace one side of my mark over the other while knowing that the person in question would be willing to let me explore the other side at my leisure.  Meredith Fabray is that person.  We were students together, we were roommates together.  Now we’ve become something more together.  I know her as well as I know myself, and I believe that we’re ready to take this next step together.  She is the person that I both trust to have in my life and am honored to be a part of hers.  We’ve both lived our lives alone, and I believe that we’ve both discovered that they’re better lived together.

MEREDITH: Everything feels right.  Finally.  It feels the most right when I am with Mistress Thea.  Knowing I belong to her gives me this sense of joy and stability that, I can say with certainty, I’ve never experienced before.  When I got my remark it was definitely a shock to the system but in the best way possible. I think I’ve always known that a big piece of my heart stayed here with Mistress Thea when I left.  I want to enter into this trial claim because I honestly can’t see myself belonging to anyone else.  She’s taken this journey with me of rediscovering myself and who I truly am.  I feel like we learn and grow together so well, as we always did.  I want to explore life with her every day for the rest of my days.

Do you feel you know your partner well enough on a personal level?

THEA: I supposed I should have rambled less about this in my previous answer, but yes.  Our time as roommates was one of the most influential of my life.  When I made a friend who I believed I would know all my life, and that friend became more.  I know that spicy food comforts us both.  I know that in her little space she likes an elephant onesie and the stuffie that I bought her.  I know that when she’s cold in her sleep she makes little snuffling noises that only stop when a blanket’s put over her.  She knows things about my family that I’ve never told anyone else, and I know the same about hers.  I don’t know that, outside of her own family, there’s anyone in the world who knows Meredith the way that I do.  And in the five months since our reconnection I’ve been privileged to learn more about what her needs are as a submissive and what I can do as a Domme to help fulfill them.  We’ll never stop learning, but I believe I know her well enough to claim her.

MEREDITH: I believe I do. When we were roomies back in the day I made it my mission to know anything and everything there was to know about Mistress Thea. We know each other’s favorite things, likes, dislikes, food preferences, allergies, fears, dreams, quirks, pet peeves. I know her family history and she knows mine. Though some of that has shifted, as things do over time, most of it has stayed the same.  We’ve both grown since then and this time together has been spent getting to fill in the blanks.  I now know my Domme’s wants and needs as her submissive, not just as her roommate, lover and friend.  I never believed that I would sync with someone to this extent where I intuitively feel what they need and react accordingly.  It’s been an eye opening experience.  I love learning more about her and about us each time I see her.

Do you feel as though you have learned enough about you and your partners limits and expectations of the relationship as a whole?

THEA: I do.  Between our time as roommates and the period since our reconnection, I’ve seen the evolution of Meredith’s limits and expectations.  I know what will make this relationship work for her, and I know what she expects of me in it.  We have established clear and honest communication, and that’s never faltered at any point.  I know that in each of mental states from little to big there are things she needs and requires of me in this relationship, and I am always prepared to give them.  I believe that I can fulfill her expectations and needs without ever pushing against her limits - at least without further discussion beforehand.

MEREDITH: I know that my Mistress’ hard limits as both a Domme and a sub are scat, vore, permanent marks, and excessive blood- with the addition of watersports as a submissive.  Her safeword is Daily. I know one concern that Mistress has always had, not just in our relationship, but in general, is that she is a true Switch.  She doesn’t lean one way or another.  I love that about her.  I’ve made it clear from the beginning that I am all in.  I know who she is and I accept all of her.  I know she has the need to submit just as much as she has the need to see me on my knees for her.  I know what she expects from me and I am more than happy to meet those expectations.  We are still discovering things as our relationship grows, so sometimes expectations shift but we have open and honest communication always.

Do you feel you both are well versed in what a claim will be outside of the trial period?

THEA: I should certainly hope so.  Not only did my parents, bless them, have a solid claim, but I’ve been teaching years worth of students what a claim looks like and what to expect and know in order to build a solid foundation for one.  I understand the real world ramifications of a permanent claim, and the weight and importance that comes along with one.  I know what would be expected of me in the real world as well as what would be expected of Meredith, and I know that we’re both capable of doing all that a legal claim requires of us.

MEREDITH:  Yes.  I’ve been in one.  Although I was on the Dominant side of that claim, I know what a claim looks like in the real world.  I understand it from both personal perspective of experience as well as studying the law and all the legalities surrounding it.  I realize the importance and responsibility that comes along with such a union.  Unfortunately, I also now know the signs that a claim isn’t working.  I believe Mistress Thea and I would be capable of going forward with such an important legal bond and would only continue to grow and thrive together.

Do you believe you are comfortable enough with each other and the fundamental levels of BDSM as a whole?

THEA: I do.  I never got the chance to learn BDSM at home, because I spent too much of my childhood trying to recover what was mine from a guardian who was only ever interested in my money and not the education I should have been having.  But I was absolutely lucky to attend Devereux, and learn from the best Academy in the country from the ground up.  And to have my education not end, but grow when I graduated, becoming a teacher and needing to learn a curriculum that changes every year.  I have the chance to debate and discuss with each year of Switch students who come through my doors, and learn from other faculty who are more wise than I could ever be.  As for my comfort with Meredith…there isn’t a human being on the planet I’m more comfortable with.  No matter what the scene, no matter what we explore together, I know that we will be safe and consensual together.  And that she will always be honest with me in the context of BDSM.

MEREDITH:  I have never been more comfortable with another person before in my life.  With Mistress Thea I feel loved and safe and stable and cared for.  I trust her with my heart and with my life.  As far as BDSM fundamentals go?  Yes. Most definitely.  Growing up in the Fabray household you had no choice but to learn about them.  My parents claim was the perfect example for nearly everything I strive not to be.  That said, my schooling has also taught me a lot.  Although I am taking all of my classes as a first year Submissive, I went through three full years of training here at Devereux as a Switch and I didn’t let those years go to waste.  I still have binders full of all of my meticulously organized notes from every single class.  I’m thrilled I get to take classes I wasn’t able to fit in before and I’m learning so much from them.

Rules

Meredith will address Thea by her title in public at all times.

Meredith will address the students and faculty of Devereux with the proper respect and titles at all times; her presence in little or middle space will not be tolerated as an excuse for violation of rules 1 or 2.

Meredith will be expected to take responsibility for the cleanliness of the apartment

Meredith will be expected to be clean and hygienic

Cooking duties will be split between Thea and Meredith, with Friday nights reserved for takeout.

As such, Meredith’s Friday nights are to be reserved as date nights unless there is a pressing need on either her part or Thea’s to change their plans.

The care and responsibility for any future pet will be Meredith’s.

Should she make plans with others, Thea will be notified of Meredith’s plans at least four hours in advance.

Any plans made by Meredith, outside of family, school, club and sport obligations are subject to Thea’s approval - which may be rescinded as part of a punishment.

Meredith will be expected to start each day by kissing Thea.

Rewards

Meredith will be given a take out order of spicy food, from any restaurant she would like.

Meredith will be allowed to choose a new stuffie to order

Meredith will be allowed to claim Thea’s lunch hour for cuddles.

Meredith will be allowed a scene with no limit on her orgasms.

Meredith will receive new crayons and coloring books for her little self.

Punishments

Meredith will be denied orgasms for a period of three days.

Meredith will have to watch Thea pleasure herself without touching or being involved.

Meredith will be denied lunchtime cuddles.

Meredith, in her middle space, will write lines.

Thea will administer an appropriate number of spanks, between ten and twenty, as the offense dictates.

[ericsonclan]

The Season of Love (and Lingerie)

Summary: Louis and Violet are Valentine's Day shopping together while Clementine and Prisha do some shopping of their own...

Read on A03:

Ch.1

Ch.2

Ch. 3

Ch.4

Notes: This takes place in the Ericson’s Diner AU when all characters are in their early 20′s. Later chapters get spicier but not too spicy tbh, more like fluff and hijinks <3

“Vi, what kind of stuffed animal should I get for Clem: the mouse or the elephant?” Louis stood before Violet, holding a blue elephant and a pink mouse, each plush clasping its own tiny plush heart pillow. “Seriously, you’re getting her that as well? On top of the flowers and the chocolate and the card?” Louis shrugged happily. “It’s my first Valentine’s Day with a girlfriend! Of course I’m gonna go all out,” “Please tell me you haven’t hired one of those singing telegrams for her,” Louis’ face lit up in excitement. “No! Forget I said that erase it from your mind!” Violet looked at the plushies and sighed. “I guess the elephant is less corny,” “OK!” Louis tossed it in the cart with all of his other romantic purchases. “Soooo, what have you found for Prisha?” “Nothing! I can’t find anything in this fucking store that doesn’t make me want to puke with how sappy it is. I can’t give any of this to her; she’ll think I’m an idiot!” “Aaw, c’mon, don’t you think that’s being a bit pessimistic? I’m sure whatever you choose she’ll love,” Louis paused, distracted by an animatronic pair of Valentine’s pigs. He pushed the “Try Me” button and they began to gyrate against one another to “Cheek to Cheek”. Violet rolled her eyes. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you buy that. Clem would be terrified,” “Aaw, c’mon, I wasn’t seriously thinking of buying it!” “Riiight. Well, c’mon. I’ll buy this stupid card and then I’m letting you buy three things from that cart,” “Five!” “Four. Now let’s go!” “I wonder what Prisha and Clem are planning on their end,” Louis mused as he pushed the cart toward the cash register. “Maybe flowers?” “Clem and Prisha are too smart to buy into all this Valentine’s Day crap. They’re probably just at home right now doing whatever they normally do in their off hours. “Yeah…” Louis sighed. “Maybe you’re right,”

“Damn, Clem, that one is smoking hot!” Prisha nodded in approval as Clementine exited the dressing room wearing a beige teddy. “Louis is gonna lose his freaking mind when he sees you in that,” “You think?” Clementine smiled shyly as she slowly spun around. “It doesn’t read too junior to you?” “I don’t think so. What do you think of mine?” Prisha struck a casual, sexy pose, her hand on her hip. The plum colored lace contrasted beautifully with her skin, and the underwear left little to the imagination. “It’s certainly not juvenile. I think Violet might literally faint if you showed her that,” “You think?” Prisha self-consciously scratched the back of her neck. “I hope I find something she likes. It’s so hard to tell with Violet sometimes. “She’s not exactly the easiest person to read,” “And she clams up whenever I ask her about anything physical. I mean, it’s not like I need her to do anything in particular. I just want to know what she likes so I don’t mess up,” “I don’t think you have to worry about that, Prisha,” Clem’s voice came from inside the dressing room. “Violet absolutely adores you. It may sound cliché, but you could wear a potato sack and she would still think you’re sexy,” “Well, I hope she prefers whatever I choose to a potato sack!” Prisha huffed. “It certainly costs enough,” “Is this your first time shopping for stuff like this?” “Well, I’ve window shopped in the past,” Prisha answered, slipping on a different bra. “But I’ve never really had anybody to wear stuff like this for. You?” “Same,” Clementine emerged from her dressing room in a teal number with black lace detailing. “Louis is my first in, well, a lot of regards. I’m glad you invited me along. I don’t think I’d have had the guts to shop for these sorts of things on my own,” “The feeling’s mutual,” Prisha opened her door and gave a long, appreciative whistle as she looked at Clementine. “That one’s definitely sexier,” “It’s a bit much for me,” Clementine awkwardly grabbed her own shoulder, looking toward the floor. “Well, what exactly do you have in mind?” “I don’t know, something pretty? I mean, they’re all pretty, but more…” “Romantic?” “Yeah, exactly!” Prisha placed a finger to her lips. “Hmm, I bet I could find you something. Let me throw my clothes back on and take a look around. “What about the one you just tried on? Do you like it?” “Well, from the front it’s pretty,” Prisha motioned to the dark chocolate two piece set she was wearing. “But the back,” She slowly turned around to reveal that the underwear she had on was completely ass-less. “That’s a bit much even for me,” Clementine tried to stifle a laugh. “Oh, definitely!”

It took another hour of shopping before each of them found something that they truly felt they liked. As they stepped out into the chilly winter night with their purchases, Clementine and Prisha both shivered, pulling their scarves closer about their necks. “What do you think Louis and Violet are up to right now?” Clementine asked, blowing a stray snowflake off of her nose. “Knowing Violet she’s probably curled up in her favorite blanket eating some reheated nuggets from the restaurant and listening to a true crime podcast on her phone,” Clem chuckled. “I wonder if she ever listens to those around Louis. They would freak him out. He’s probably home as well right now, fiddling around on the piano. Maybe he’ll write me a new song for Valentine’s,” Prisha couldn’t help but grin at the shy, happy smile that had crossed her friend’s face. Those two were such dorks. As they reached the turnoff point where their paths would diverge, the girls turned to each other for one final farewell. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, so we’ll definitely have more time together before the big night, but in case I forget I’ll wish you the best of luck on tomorrow’s sexy escapades,” Prisha snapped her fingers in excitement. “Sexcapades!” Clementine laughed good-naturedly at the pun. “Same goes for you, Prisha. I hope Violet’s reaction will be everything you could ever want. I’m sure you’ll have fun,” “Till tomorrow then,” Prisha said with a wave. “Yep, tomorrow. See you then!” And so the two women went their separate ways, each with hearts full of anticipation for what was to come the very next day.

[sicnna]

look !! it’s sienna de vries !! she’s my favorite a-list actress with 78.6M followers, even though she’s only twenty-one. i heard she can be mercurial and jaded, but i think she’s captivating and conscientous. when i first saw her, i could’ve sworn she was ester expósito, but i’m sure she’s heard that before.

BASIC INFO.

FULL NAME: sienna  de  vries  .

BIRTHDAY: september  27 ,  1998  .

ZODIAC: libra . 

NICKNAMES: si  ,  blondie  ,  short stack  .

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5′4  , 104 lbs.

TATTOOS:  a  simple  crescent  moon  on  her  shoulder  .

BASIC STYLE:  usually  consists�� of  v  soft  ,  feminine &  parisian  pieces  ,  intermixed  with  more  glamoured  looks  for  events  &  work  .

USUAL EXPRESSION:  typically  smiling  ,  or  wearing  a  detached  ,  far  off  look  .

TRAITS: +captivating  ,  +conscientous  ,  -mercurial  ,  -jaded  .

FEARS:  disappointing  others  ,  failure  ,  but  also  not  the  hugest  fan  of  heights  .

AESTHETIC:  breezy  sundresses  ,   delicate jewelry  ,  stacks  of  unread  scripts  ,  whirlwind  getaways  ,  enjoying  a  glass  of  wine  while  trying  out  a  new  recipes  ,  french  cafes ,  slow  kisses  along  collarbones  ,  bright  camera  flashes  ,   seeing  your  bed  after a long  day  .

TRIGGERS:  super  brief  mentions  of  cancer  &  loss  of  a  loved  one  .

BACKGROUND & PERSONALITY.

LUNA BETANCORT &  SILAS DE VRIES WELCOME A  BABY GIRL !  ....   it  was  all  the  headlines  had  read  the  week  after  september  27  ,  1998  when  sienna  was  born  to  the  a-list  power  couple   (  an  actress  and  a  major  league  baseball  player  ,  respectively  )  .

sienna  was  born  in  the  limelight  ,  but  has  been  acting  since  the  tender  age  of  three  .  her  first  role  was  a  small  cameo  in  one  of  her  mother’s  feature  films  and even  though  she  didn’t  understand  it  all  at  that  age  ,  she  was  in  awe  of  it  . 

so  she   grew  up  on  film  sets  .  at  age  four  she  began  a  stint  in  a  long  running  sitcom  and  even  had  a  beloved  character  catch  phrase  (  which  i’m  still  working  out  but  rn  we’re  stealing  ‘  you  got  it  dude  ’  from  full  house  )  . 

during  the  middle  of  her  stint  on  the  sitcom  ,  sienna’s  sight  had  shifted  to  movies  ...  it was  around  this  time  her  mom  had  first  started  getting  sick  and  sienna  was  channeling  that  energy  into  her  parts  .  people  started  thinking  of  her  as  this  young  ,  little  acting  prodigy  (  reminiscent  of  a  young  dakota  fanning  )  and  couldn’t  fathom  how  someone  so  sweet  &  timid  could  just  switch  into  these  darker  roles  after  barely  reading  a  script  ,  let  alone  cry  on  cue  .  she  earned  her   first   sag  award  at  the  age  of  8  .

when  the  sitcom’s  run  had  ended  ,  sienna  was  now  free  to  start  acting  in  more  movies  ,  her  talent  allowing  her  to  star  in  movie’s  along  some  serious  hollywood  actors  and  heavyweights  .  the  young  girl  was  smart  and  far  beyond  her  years  ,  soaking  every  bit  of  it  in  .  it  paid  off  a  few  years  later  when  she  won  her  first  oscar  for  best  supporting  actress  at  the  age  of  11  ,  becoming  the  third  youngest  in  any  category  to  do  so  .  she  was  nominated  for  best  actress  8  years  later  and  while  she  won  several  words  that  season ,  people  were  v  surprised  about  her  losing  out  at  the  oscars  .  that  time  ,  though  ,  was  incredibly  bittersweet  .  she’d  lost  her  mom  to  breast  cancer  in  the  years  prior  and  she  definitely  brought  the  room  to  tears  when  she  got  choked  up  during  an  acceptance  speech  talking  about  how  it’d  been  such  a  shared  love  between  the  two  and  how  she  just  wanted  to  make  her  proud.  

ummm  just  finished  playing  katniss  everdeen  in  the  hunger  games  ( jlaw whomst ?? )  and  she  has  a  movie  coming  out  in  september  that  people are  speculating  will  finally  cinch  her  that  first  oscar  win  .

super  dedicated  to  anything  she  throws  herself  into  .  people  like  to think  she’s  some  sort  of  diva  bc  of  her  impressive  catalog  of  roles  and  how  long  she’s  been  in  the  public  eye  but  she’s  probably  the  farthest  from  it  ??  she’s  enjoyable  to  work  with  and  has  this  sort  of  magnetic  thing  about  her  that  effectively  draws  people  in  and  just  ...  good  energy  .

if  you  haven’t  sensed  it  yet  she  tends  to  overwork  herself  and  is  often  super  tired  bc  of  how  thin  she  spreads  herself  with  projects  and  wanting  to  please  her  fans  .

still  ,  its  rare  not  to  see  a  smile  on  her  face  .  she’s  a  media  darling  and  definitely  has  that  golden  girl  sort  of  vibe  going  on  .  

it’s  not  surprise  that  she  can’t  go  anywhere  without  paparazzi  being  quick  to  find  out  and  its  definitely something that frustrates her ??  she’s  never  had  a  normal  life  and  as  much  as  she  thinks  about  all  the  things  she’s  missed  out  on  ,  she  also  doesn’t  know  anything else ??  she  feels  selfish  for  thinking  this  way  and  for  wanting  something  different  and  quieter  for  herself  ,  esp  when  so  many  other  people  aren’t  lucky  enough  to  have  a  voice  and  platform  ,  but  she  does  and  she  esp  hates  that  success  in  her  world  is  measured  by  the  amount  of  publicity  or  roles  she  gets  .  because  then  where  does  happiness  factor  in  ?  still  ,  she  loves  what  she  does  .

as  i  sort  of  mentioned  above  ,  she  is  v  conscientious  about  her  celebrity and  how  she  presents  herself  .  she’s  involved  with  a  bunch  of  different  causes  ,  v  philanthropic  and  all  about  giving  back  .  v  passionate  about  animals  ,  especially  elephants  !  she  does  a  lot  work  with  them  and  sanctuaries  after  a  movie  role  she   had  a  couple  years  back  and  wanting  to  learn  more  .

loves  to  cook  and  just  have  quiet  time  with  friends  in  between  busy  schedules  .  she’s  incredible  loyal  and  considerate  with  friendships  ,  but  can  be  very  short  and  maybe  even  a  bit  petty  when  she’s  hurt  .

ummmm  libra  sun ,  sagittarius  moon  ,  &  cancer  rising  !  

probably a hufflepuff lbr 

and  i  was  just  talking  about  this  yesterday  so  i’ll  add  that  si’s  love  language  is  physical  touch  with  quality  time  being  a  v  v  close  second  and  i  think  that  speaks  volumes  about  the  kind  of  person  she  is  /  her  values  ??  she’s  just  v  affectionate   and  intimate  moments  away  from  the  camera  when  her  agent  isn’t  blowing  up  her  phone  and  she  can  just  connect  with  someone  else  are  some  of  her  favorite  .  

man   idk  i’ll  maybe  add  more  here  later  but  this  is  a  lot  already  .  i  just  love  her  and  hope  you  will  to  !

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

any  &  all kinds of  friends ,  former co-stars  (  bonus  points for  anyone she was on the sitcom with  )  .

a roommate:  as  requested  here  !

fake  friend:  someone  who  simply  just  wants  to  be  her  friend  and  be  seen  with  her  for  clout  !

industry rival:   sienna  and  your  muse  bump  heads  every  time  they’re  in  close  proximity  of  one  another  .  whether  it  was  because  of  that  time  they  sold  sienna  out  for  a  story  ,  a  party  snub  ,  or  that  one  time  one  wore  it  better  ,  no  one  really  knows  what   it  was  that  started  sienna  and  muse’s  dislike  for  the  other  .  but  the  media  thrives  off  of  the  rumors  of  the  feud  .  (  fellow  a-lister  or  b-lister  preferably  !!  )

friend for the camera: being  friends  with  your  muse  is  one  of  sienna’s  most  exhausting  acting  jobs  to  date  .  they’re  often  seen  hanging  out  at  events  or  talking  about  each  other  in  interviews  like  they’re  great  friends  ,  when  really  it  couldn’t  be  further  from  the  truth  .  behind  the  scenes  these  are  two  people  who  simply  cannot  stand  each  other  .  they’re  thorns  in  each  other’s side  and  often  bring  the  other’s  blood  to  a  boil  when  the  cameras�� aren’t  turned  their  way  .  is  the  good  publicity  really  worth  this  headache  of  a  contracted  friendship  ?

the up & comer:  while  your  muse  may  be  just  starting  out  in  hollywood  ,  sienna’s found  herself  taking  a  quick  liking  to  them  ,  and  is  often  there  to  lend  encouragement   or  advice  on  how  to  navigate  fame  .

the almost: sienna  and  your  muse  maybe  v  recently  dated  and  both  had  pretty high  hopes  for  the  relationship  .  they  were  really  into  each  other  but  one  thing  after  another  happened  .  they  fought  a  lot  ,  their  busy  careers  left  them  with  conflicting  schedules  ,  and  soon  enough  what  started  off  as  a  genuine  connection   became  a  much  too  publicized  relationship  .  after  one  fight  in  particular  ,  they  mutually  decided  the  relationship  was  no  longer  going  anywhere  and  they  broke  it  off  . 

[pixiealtaira]

Mistletoe Mayhem

Hummel Holidays 2016 prompt 17: Mistletoe

Pairing: Kadam of course

Summery: There is such a thing as TOO much Mistletoe.

By mid-December Kurt Hummel wasn’t sure if he loved going to Adam’s apartment or dreaded it.

He loved the peace at Adam’s apartment.  It was always less stressful than the loft. Rachel had been low-key annoyed with him since McKinley’s regionals where Kurt avoided Blaine like the plague and ‘ruined’ her dreams.  She showed it in not even trying to rein in her diva attitude, ever. And Kurt never knew how Santana was going to behave from one day to the next.

At least Blaine had found someplace else to live.  Rachel had invited him to stay with them while he found a place at the start of the semester.  Kurt slept in the loft one night he was there and then spent every other night for three weeks someplace else…either at Adam’s or other Apple’s places…and refused to pay rent while he was not living full time at the loft….going so far as to call Rachel’s dads to explain his dilemma.  Putting up with Blaine at NYADA was already nearly too much for Kurt to handle.

He loved the way Adam’s apartment always smelled.  Adam loved cooking, and he loved having Kurt over to cook with him even more.  Kurt loved cooking with Adam.   And Adam let him bake as much as he wanted.  There was room to move around in the kitchen area, and Adam had full sized appliances and there was an island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the living area and real cupboards and even a pantry. They burned scented candles and incense when they felt like it.  In that manner…Adam’s apartment was heaven.

Adam’s apartment had bedrooms and closets and bathrooms…with walls and doors. Granted the second bedroom was tiny, but it was big enough for a day bed and to be used as a guestroom…or sewing room or art room or study or whatever need was prevalent at the time. The second bathroom might have had only a sink and toilet, but it was off the living area so could be used by guests without them traipsing through the bedroom, so there was that.

He even loved how Adam’s apartment was decorated…for the most part.  Adam had several small trees…one about three feet high and two that were just little table top ones.  They were decorated in themes…one of the small ones was covered in little gingerbread figures and baking items like rolling pins and bowls.  Adam even had little tiny working cookie cutters strung on it.  The other was candy themed, with little blown glass ornaments shaped like wrapped hard candies and gumdrops.  Kurt loved the how delicate they were.  His favorite tree though, was the larger one…Adam picked odd themes and hunted all season to decorate the tree in them, so it was always changing just a little. Adam told Kurt someday when he had moved to a house he’d have a big tree which he’d decorate with all the odd things. The current theme was dungeons and dragons…and somewhere Adam had found a garland made of jingle bells and dice.  Kurt loved it and he didn’t even play D&D.

The problem was…mistletoe was everywhere…and it migrated.  Kurt never knew when he was going to be kissed stepping into the apartment. Not too much a problem when it was just him and Adam. But the rule was…if you were under the plant, you kissed and gathered your berry, so when anyone else was there as well you ended up kissing whoever you ended up under the plant with.  And Adam had some lecherous old lady neighbors…Miss Lilly caught him under the damned plants sixteen times one evening.  And at ninety she did NOT take no for an answer…his cheeks were pinched red and he was wearing more lipstick than she was by the end of the evening.

And Adam thought it hilarious.  Kurt was not as amused.  And it had frankly started to make him nervous to go to Adam’s. He’d even tried avoiding it after the Miss Lilly day. It didn’t really work.

Because the loft was even more ridiculous during the holiday season.  Rachel had gone nuts.  Every day he heard about the Santa debacle from the year before.  She just harped on and on about it.  Santana was snappy and snippy and bratty…Brittany was giving her mixed signals again and her folks were tossing issues up all over the place because they wanted her home but her grandmother didn’t.  And the loft had been decorated very ‘loudly’…by Rachel of all people.  The colors were bright and headache inducing and ugly to boot.

Not to mention Blaine and Sam were over constantly….for holiday parties and gatherings.  And Blaine with any bit of alcohol in him wouldn’t listen to him or leave him alone. And never believed in the word no at all.  Sam with any alcohol in him let Blaine do whatever Blaine liked because they were ‘bros’ and that was more important than anything.

And there was always alcohol.

He was attacked as much at the loft as he was at Adam’s, even without the large amount of mistletoe, by Blaine generally…although early in the month there had been a very scary evening where Santana had drunkenly decided she wanted to see why Brittany was always talking about his kisses and hands.  It was always blamed on the single bit of Mistletoe at their loft…always.

But Adam’s place wasn’t safe either, not with all the Mistletoe.

Kurt had decided to bring it up, even, but he figured that he would do so after the party Adam was hosting on the 18th.  He nearly broke down and talked to Adam before the 18th when Sam drunkenly grabbed his ass at Rachel’s mid-winter winter wonderland bash, but Adam was worried about his party anyway and after listening to his fears his party would be so dull his co-workers would never want to talk to him again, Kurt decided to suck it up and endure Miss Emily two door down’s wandering hands.  The party was for Adam’s co-workers from the café he worked at, so Kurt could kind of see Adam’s worry.  He wouldn’t know what to do with people who didn’t sing all the time either, especially those who also didn’t speak fashion.

Kurt arrived at Adam’s party a bit late.  The subway was running behind and he’d been stuck at the loft longer than he had wanted listening to Rachel’s rant about the Winter Showcase and her insistence that her crushed heart and soul could only be healed with tons of gifts…she would like one from Kurt every day of Hanukkah and at least four for Christmas and he was to make sure Santa found her as well.  Santana got in on the demand fest and ranting, and Blaine and Sam added their Christmas wish lists as they came in while Kurt was headed out.

Adam’s apartment was packed. Kurt couldn’t see him anywhere, either. He could see that the mistletoe rules were in effect and people caught under then were trading pecks back and forth nearly constantly.

Kurt looked upwards before stepping into the apartment and continued his pattern of looking upwards and then walking a few steps as he searched for Adam.  He finally caught sight of Adam near the stove in the Kitchen when he was grabbed by the arms and dragged two steps sideways.

The kiss was not a peck on the cheek.

Adam was at his side and removing him from the man who had grabbed him, placing Kurt behind Adam before the man let go enough for Kurt to step back.

Kurt could hear the slurred words as Adam lit into the fellow and then into the coworker who had brought his already drunk brother to the party in the first place.

Adam turned and bundled Kurt into his arms and then into the kitchen and into the small pantry.

“Darling, are you alright? I could take you home.  I’ll find Alice or someone to watch over everything. I could…”

“Adam, I’ll be fine. I just need to go brush my teeth and sanitize my mouth and scrub my face really well.  I thought at least here I’d be safe from drunken kissing. Old ladies, no…never safe from them, but drunken kisses, I thought I was good here. I hate December.  I hate stupid drunken parties and I hate mistletoe!”

Adam kissed the top of Kurt’s head and escorted him to the bathroom. He stood outside the door and waited for Kurt to be finished and then tucked Kurt against his side for the rest of the evening, which proceeded drama free from the most part.  There were two other Mistletoe incidents which went too far and there was nearly a fist fight over the Christmas Trivia game, but Adam managed to rein everyone in when they started to get rowdier than optimal in such a small space.  Kurt was never more than an arm’s reach away.  The white elephant exchange went well and the party games seemed to be a hit, so both Adam and Kurt decided it wasn’t a disaster, even if neither was willing to call it a complete success.

Kurt started cleaning up as soon as people started leaving, which was a reasonable 11pm. Adam had escorted the last group to a taxi and Kurt headed down to toss the trash into the bin outside.  Adam beat Kurt back.

He was tearing down the Mistletoe when Kurt entered the apartment.

“I am sorry.” He said as soon as he noticed Kurt watching him. “I thought it was funny when it was Miss Lilly and Miss Emily or any of the other old ladies in the building. I knew they were just doing it to tease you.  But it was not funny when someone drunk pulled you under and it wasn’t funny when others were mauled either.  I’m going to toss it all.”

“You don’t have to toss it all…”Kurt said softly.  “But I think it should be in just one place.”

“And where would that be?” Adam asked.

“Over your bed.  I mean, I assume I’m the only one who will be caught by it there, right?”

Adam smiled. “Definitely. You come pick your favorite piece and I’ll tuck it over the bed.  I am so very sorry, Kurt.  You should have knocked sense into me ages ago.”

Kurt walked over and wrapped his arms around Adam. “I didn’t want to make you stop a tradition.  I hate when that happens to me.”

“It isn’t a very old tradition…we had about four pieces in the house growing up. The original Apples started this the first year we formed and it was out of hand even then, really, but that lot was so wild and mixed up that I don’t think we ever noticed. Cutting it back to one bunch, just for us, will be still keeping tradition enough.”

“I love you.” Kurt said. He plucked the prettiest bunch out of the pile by Adam’s feet and went and laid it on the dresser in the bedroom. Then he picked another piece and sat it over the desk. “Two bunches, but in personal spots. I’m going to make sure all the dishes are done and everything is right in the bedroom. Don’t be too long. By the way, I hope you don’t mind me crashing more often.  With the reduction of mistletoe I’m going to be hanging here more often until the Holiday season is over and parties at the loft die down to maybe one a month…and with that the alcohol consumption. I am so very tired of drunken bumbling.”

Adam beamed. “I’ll clear more space in the dresser and closet. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you to just keep stuff here all the time.  And like…just keep adding to it until everything you own is here.”

Kurt spun around and rushed back to Adam. “Adam?”

“Just think about it, yeah?” Adam said. “I know you have several months still on your lease, but I hate what you have to deal with there.  I’ve heard about the shenanigans this month. Rachel is quite freely spreading it all around.  She is the biggest gossip I have ever met. If you were here, you wouldn’t get caught up in their mischief. We could just stick to our own type of carrying-on.”

Kurt smiled.  “I’ll think about it, but I’ll definitely bring stuff over for the rest of the month.”

Adam kissed Kurt. Kurt automatically looked up to see if they were under Mistletoe.

“And another reason for the plant to go.” Adam said. “Kisses aren’t just because anymore.  It is way past time I tossed the stuff.  With it gone you might stop thinking I need a reason to shower you with kisses.”

Kurt kissed Adam and then went humming towards the kitchen.  He really did rather love it at Adam’s apartment.

[iamrheaspeaks]

You Owe Me!

I haven’t written shit in years and prose isn't really my genre but this is happening 🤷🏾‍♀️ I’m forcing myself to post. Lightly proofread. But anyway, here’s my little OC! baby...

A/N: Bold italics are song lyrics

Word Count: ~1750

Warnings: None?!

Milly had been running on autopilot all day. Only getting four hours of sleep, and didn’t have time to smoke before work. Plus, she was just sick of being affected by everyone’s negative energy. You could understand why she couldn’t wait to just get home and shower away the filth of all things today. Ishe was still sleep in bed when Milly got in, “Let me tip toe my way into the bathroom”, she thought to herself.

As the hot water from the shower ran over her, Milly started to feel less bogged down from today’s events. Finally letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding on to. Her whole body relaxing as the tension washed away down the drain with the suds. After finishing the rest of her shower routine Milly makes her way into their bedroom. Ishe’s now awake, sitting in bed watching dumbass fight videos on WorldStar.

“How was work?��� Ishe asked not even bothering to look up from his phone.  

“Absolute shit! The fucking AC broke in the whole damn building and there was mandatory staff training today. Being stuck in a room full of sweaty balls, desperation and body heat is a FUCKING nightmare”! Milly recants as she searched through the small pile of clothes on her side of the bed for a specific pair of pajama shorts. As Milly continues to rant Ishe begins to make his way over to the desk in the opposite corner of the room.  

“Damn!” Ishe manages to squawk out before silently laughing, suddenly more glad that he was off today. And he would never admit it but it was kinda turning him on, “Imma load up Coral for you so you can get some down time. Sounds like you need it”! He turns to face forward in the seat to continue loading when he adds on, “Plus, I’m kinda scared for my boys” losing focus again and instinctively grabbing his junk with his non-dominant hand. Looking at her briefly through the mirror Ishe begins taking in just how compromising Milly’s current position is. Bent over at the waist totally oblivious to her surroundings, head deep in a pile of clothes that all happened to be varying shades of black, completely nude.

“You should be!” Milly chuckled while rolling her eyes at his half-failed attempt to lighten the mood. Coral is Milly’s three-piece; 3D printed stackable water pipe. Couldn’t 100% compare to the glass piece she normally used but it was a good conversation starter. And the bitch hit, HARD! “Anyway…thank you! I’m probably gonna take a hit or two, clear my Instagram and then come down stairs so we can finally go out and do the food shopping”. Ishe already in motion to the door at this point since he was done with Coral, paused slightly to look over his shoulder back to her with his left eyebrow raised, “Bet!”

 ~

 “Damn!” Ishe says to himself looking at the time on his phone and realizing that Milly is probably dead to the world. On his way to use the bathroom he peaks his head in the room to see and sure enough, she was knocked out. “Food shopping my ass”, Ishe thought to himself continuing to head to the bathroom. On his way out, after having decided to just go to the store without her Ishe stopped to take in the sight before him. Milly was sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair black running shorts with a pink trimming. They accentuated her ass, which made them his favorite. The lack of a top left Milly’s back tattoo on display. Full sized angel wings with the quote “angels speak to those who silence their minds long enough to hear” in script tracing along her spine pulling the whole piece together. Of all her tattoos this was the one that made Ishe worship the ground Milly walked on. It was mostly because of the deliberate imperfections she had the tattoo artist incorporate. Milly was adamant about the wings looking frayed and slightly scorched. Burned even, as if she literally fell from heaven. She had fallen asleep with her phone in her right hand and with her left on the side of her face making it look like she was adjusting her glasses. Feeling his dick twitch Ishe stuck his tongue out, licking his bottom lip while looking to his phone for the time. “Fuck! Let me get this damn store before it get busy.” Ishe thinks to himself running down the stairs. Ignoring his slight erection.

~

 Shameful to say she woke up about 3 hours later to a quite house and messages from Ishe.

Ishe:

You owe me!

I had to go food shopping by myself 😭

I’ll be back soon though. I’m down the street catching up with Ace. I love you miss!

Still kinda groggy she rereads his messages before dragging the screen from right to left so she could see the time stamp. Eyes shooting to the top of the screen at the time, “FUCK!” Milly shouted while sitting up and fixing her glasses. “Did I really just knock out for 3 fucking hours? What the fuck?” She questioned as her fingers hovered over the phone momentarily thinking of what to finally reply to Ishe.

Milly:

I’m sorry daddy! I guess I was more tired than I thought. Love you too! 💋

Milly smiled to herself as the message sent. She then proceeds to grab one of Ishe’s oversized shirts that she’s claimed and made her way the kitchen to find something to eat. Waking up with the munchies is a bitch!

“…I, I'm a do you dirty/ Say you love me now, baby, it's too early/ I, I'm a do you dirty/ You think you love me now, I think you should be worried…” Milly was dancing around the kitchen shoving her face with fruit while singing along to Kehlani’s “Do U Dirty” when Ishe returned home with Ace in tow. Ace was Ishe’s good friend he met a couple jobs ago and they just stayed in touch. Plus, he was pretty reliable when your personal connect was out of town. The three smoked, chilled and blurted out their random stoner thoughts while watching Ridiculousness. And would all slightly cringe every time Chanel laughed uncontrollably.

 ~

Milly can’t really register when it happened but eventually she was gone to the point where the only things on her mind were sex and sleep. Thinking to herself “Yup, I’m definitely fucking high”! Immediately after the image of riding the shit out Ishe popped into her head. Biting her lip, her core clamped down on nothing, just as her bundle of nerves pulsed at the thought simultaneously. Making it even harder to push the now intrusive images out her mind.

 “…I'm your doctor, when in need/ Want some coke, have some weed/ You know me, I'm your friend…” Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman” suddenly blaring from Ace’s plug phone finally broke Milly out her thoughts. She looked up to see Ishe staring at her. Her eyes grew wide as her clouded mind registered that she was squeezing her thighs together. And to make things worse, she was still biting her bottom lip. Ishe raises his eyebrow and glides his tongue across his bottom lip when their eyes meet. The motion causing Milly to shutter in her seat as a chill ran up her spine under his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes undressing her but couldn’t will herself to look away. Ishe was the first to break the intense glance, to look over at Ace. The sound of his voice made his presence remembered.

 “Yeah I got you ma. Give me 15” Ace responding to the person on the phone before hanging up, “Yo, Ishe, I’ll catch you later bruh. This fine girl that found me on Instagram tryna buy a quarter”. “Uh huh nigga. Whatever.” Ishe responds with a half smirk, it’s obvious he didn’t believe Ace at all. “You are such a man whore Ace! Don’t let your bad guy antics rub off on Ishe or we gonna be fightin!” Milly interjected while gathering things for their retreat upstairs since their company was leaving. Ishe and Ace both side eyed each other before letting out a huge laugh looking back at Milly. Ace responding to her threat, “You know I learned everything I know from YO nigga right?” thumb pointing to her beau. Ishe fake gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls before backhanding Ace in the arm catching him off guard, “Don’t be telling my girl that shit man!”  Milly just shock her head at their childishness and continued her way up the stairs.

 ~

 Ishe finally begin to go upstairs after playing Xbox Live with his cousin for a few games of Black Ops. Milly’s knocked out clutching a stuffed elephant from Ikea in the center of the bed with the light and TV on. Abandoning the shorts she looked so hard for back into the pile, now only wearing Ishe’s shirt. Left leg bent at the knee causing the shirt to rise up, leaving her ass fully exposed. The sight alone was teasing Ishe, almost daring him to do something. The buzz from the weed was starting to fully take over along with the feeling of his dick making his pants tight once again. Ishe couldn’t help but to act on the images that flashed through his mind while staring down at Milly from the doorway.

 Slowly moving to hover over Milly, Ishe further examined the current state of his lover. Her copper colored skin was begging to be caressed. Her thick thighs untouched by any marks or ink. Full round bottom looking inviting as fuck. Ishe’s hand twitched as the urge to smack it came over him, “Not yet” he thought bringing his slight inner turmoil to a halt. Bypassing what was underneath that shirt for now, he started to make Milly stir underneath him. Ishe showered her with deliberate and needy kisses along the back and right side of her neck. When Ishe gently sucked on that sweet spot right behind Milly’s ear it earned him a sleepy moan right before Milly let out a weak “Mmm?” before scrunching up her face and prying her eyes open. Attempting to familiarize herself with the now pitch black bedroom. Just as she’s starting to come to, Milly’s whole body grows stiff as Ishe leans back down barely hovering over her with his mouth a feather’s touch away from her ear. “I told you...You owe me!” Ishe’s voice deep but barely above a whisper as he slowly inched inside of her…

Final Notes:

I’m a sucker for unisex names with interesting meanings 🙃

Milly- Latin origin: means hard worker of gentle strength

Ishe- African origin: means God, lord or leader

@savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @cancerianprincess

[rheaamyett]

RECAPITULATION, VOL. 1 OF 12

 The first five weeks. 

{January 2nd-5th of February} 

For the past five #artstew52 weeks I’ve been watching artists love on each other without thought or hesitation. It’s like, I know we care for others and all but I know sometimes it’s hard to find a way to tell them or give back, especially online. You guys are beyond willing to care about each other’s work and you have also emboldened me to keep cranking out the prompts and effort for the Art Stew.  

It started as a project for myself and @alyssa.kinde ! Two people. Alyssa already tends to create content quickly and I thought she would be a good one for motivating me and holding me accountable. 

When I’ve done these projects in the past they tend to fizzle around five weeks (we’re at five weeks now so we’ll see) ;) but on a whim I decided to DM all the artists I could think of that I already had a bit of a connection with. Even in that one night when I sent out the proposal EVERYONE responded they were interested!  

SINCE then the support for the stew has been happily simmering and bubbling and boiling… (I love these stew metaphors—sometime we need to make punny t-shirts.)

So I guess what I’m trying to say is I have two things on my heart especially.

1. I’m very appreciative of everyones passion for this project so far and for everyone that is supporting as observers.

2. I find myself feeling warm and fuzzy and smiling everyday that I read your comments on each others contributions. I want your ways to rub off on me and I think it’s more likely that will happen if I stay surrounded by all of your stewy hearts.

Okay, now for a recap.

WEEK ONE—A WORD FOR 2017

There were so many words floating around. I think most everyone was feeling positive or trying to think of a word that would double as a resolution. (Everything in bold is a link to the art piece.) :

Dino-mite, flourish, pursue, fight, rooster (year of the rooster), do, grace, can, determination, heal, patience, love, wild, wellness, possible, journey, spark, faith, bravery, passion, abundance, self-belief.. one Steward’s word was vision and he designed a 3D art piece that resembled an eye. (I think it was so brilliant we probably didn’t catch it right away.) Another Steward said their word was despair which I found so hilarious and humorous in it’s honesty and contrast to the others.

Art by: @alyssa.kinde (Core Artist), She articulated it best for the Art Stew, “The prompt for this week was "a word for 2017″. A word I had already chosen for this year was - adventure - the project came together nicely and I think it does have "the spirit of adventure." Happy New Year everyone! Have lots of adventures!” See all of Alyssa’s contributions here: #alyssastew52

WEEK TWO—SNUG

Week two I believe was my personal favorite because we had enough time to really focus on the prompt and on each other. The prompt kicked off the Art Stew community in all the snugly ways (and I mean all of them.) 

For example: 

Art by: @kristentillmandesign (Core Artist), “It's week 2 of #artstew52 and this week's prompt is "snug". I thought of cozy socks, cuddly babies and such, but I couldn't get this ink elephant vision out of my head!” See all of Kristen’s contributions here: ktartstew52

@mich.elle.imagery however interpreted the other side of snug for us very nicely, “Cozy socks, wool blankets, candles and oversize sweaters encompass all of these things. Beyond that though, after full days of getting out of my comfort zone, I also believe it's a feeling to come back to at the end of the day as a way to recharge before starting the next day of adventure.” (I’m seeing an adventure theme here.) See Michelle’s photo for snug here.

WEEK THREE—EVERGREEN

This week was jam packed with simplicity and beauty. Exactly like @ariellebacon ‘s piece here and this written piece below:

Prose by: @a_hilst (Writer), “The woods always smell of burning, a strangely comforting smell, that smell of dying trees. I walk under a gray sky, sticks snapping under my brown boots, the ones I wore in the snow when I carried his tiny body, warm and safe in mine. I stare at the dull green of the pine trees, vivid against the brown trunks and exposed branches. I catch a whiff of smoke again. Two things never say enough: fire and death. Isn’t that the proverb?”

One of my personal favorite aspects of the Art Stew are the writers and this particular style of writing stood out to me. I love bits of writing that end in a question. So well done Ashly. Read the rest of this beautifully chokey piece here.

WEEK FOUR—LUNAR

I thought everyone loved the moon but I overheard one Steward, @kristentillmandesign (nudge, nudge) saying she was utterly uninspired by the “annoyingly boring white blob”. We all have that blob in our life don’t we and yet after Kristen focused on it a bit this is what she concluded, 

“Upon further thought, I realized that perhaps I dislike said blob because she asks me daily "What did you accomplish today?" and most days, my honest answer is "not enough." But maybe I'm hearing the wrong question. Perhaps she's asking "Were you loved and did you love today?", to which I can joyfully respond "yes!"—See Kristen’s not so uninspiring blob here.

Photo by: @hellozorzi (Photographer, I’m guessing she’s a writer too.), “Last week's word for #artstew52 was LUNAR and I couldn't get the right shot anywhere. Not the sliver of the waxing moon, or the opalescent colors, or a photo of my Moon Spells. Nothing was 'it'. And today driving back from my school site, I could have kept trucking ahead in the snow back to Amherst, or taken a right and pulled into the Bookmill. I took the right, shook my boots off before entering the tiny cafe there, and saw @magknowlia's hair from the back-- neck craned into a book of modern poetry. When you see exactly the person you wanted to see and didn't even know it and they have a window seat view of the snow-- get a mug of coffee and join them. Because between us saying how we'll never actually read The Federalist and how we both have eerily similar hidden dreams-- she raised her hand to her chin and THERE IT WAS: the 🌙  I had been looking for. Found you, little Luna.”

WEEK FIVE—A FAVORITE BOOK

Last but not in the slightest least! This week the word torture was tossed around so much you would have thought that we weren’t having the best Art Stewy week of all! 

I’m going to list all of the favorite books here so we can add them to our “to read” lists. Click on the name in bold to see more info on the book and contributions for the week.

HARRY POTTER (series)—@jennapaddey (pictured below), @klaing_, @bertillustration, and myself.

ANNE OF THE ISLAND—@ariellebacon

WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR—@mich.elle.imagery

WINNIE THE POOH (original)—@lipstickandgelato

PRIDE & PREJUDICE—@wilkinsonsophie1

THE LORD OF THE RINGS (trilogy)—@ranilynreed

ST. LUCY’S HOME FOR GIRLS RAISED BY WOLVES—@emilyh_art

THE HUNGER GAMES (trilogy)—@opallonia

CORALINE—@coreycatkins

THE SNOW GOOSE—@alyssa.kinde

CAN’T YOU SLEEP LITTLE BEAR—@teathoughts

JANE EYRE

THE HELP

HEARTLESS

THE BOOK THIEF @gracie_eyre ‘s top four (cuz she couldn’t pick just one) ;)

THE BLUE CASTLE—@a_hilst

ANY HUMAN HEART—@thewordfairy

THE TWO PRINCESSES OF BAMARRE - @teaganolivia

THE LITTLE PRINCE - @lacelit 

NEVERWHERE - @themythicalphoenix

@blackberry​square picked her freshly made gardening book and if I had a garden that would be my treasure book too. (Click her name to see.)

EDIT: To be continued... the week isn’t quite over.

There is your list! If you want, treat yourself to one of these books for your own personal #newbookday and share what you decide on in the #artstew52 tagging the person that inspired it.

Art by: @jennapaddey (Core and Digital Artist), “I mean, come on. It's not really a surprise is it? I definitely have a long list of favourite books, but I've read the Harry Potter series more than any other, it was definitely a huge part of growing up and i love it deeply. So here's a wee little Harry heading off to Hogwarts.”

The highlight of the whole month for me was the presence of @opallonia! If you ever need her she’s probably already in the comments telling you all the things she likes about you and your work. She has helped me keep this stew cooking all month. I’ve made so many new friends and I bet Appolonia is ALREADY one of yours. So, I’ll leave you with a piece of Appolonia’s awe-inspiring awesomeness...

A video posted by ｐｏｐｓ (@opallonia) on Jan 19, 2017 at 2:08am PST

SO! How’s that for our first Recapitulation? I’ll post one for every month of the Art Stew because really, there is so much goodness to stew in here.

If you want, send me your feedback and thoughts by clicking the tab under the Art Stew Header that says “Comments & Good Conversation”.

[houstonlocalus-blog]

In God’s Country: The Best of The Week

U2. Photo: Anton Corbijn

  This week the legendary band U2 will be here as well as Mike Watt, The Mountain Goats, and Erykah Badu while local acts keep us entertained in between. Houston, here’s how to plan the following week.

  On Wednesday you could get started over at NRG Stadium when Ireland’s U2 will swing by to perform their classic album The Joshua Tree in its entirety. While the band was just starting to pop thirty years ago, I don’t think anyone saw the global scale in which these guys would blow up on. Of course, in just a matter of years, they’d be one of the biggest acts on earth, where they still hold that reign today. Possibly one of the best live acts going, if you’re a fan and you want to steer from their latest records live, then this is your show. The Lumineers will be on as direct support and openers for the all ages show with doors at 6:30 pm and tickets between $102 and $157.

  Downstairs at White Oak Music Hall, The Orbiting Human Circus Featuring The Music Tapes will be in town. The show, an immersive podcast that features magic, live music, and more will be making its stop, and should be pretty magical. Featuring the music of The Music Tapes, the group is part of the Elephant 6 collective, which features acts like Neutral Milk Hotel, Apples in Stereo, and the Olivia Tremor Control. No matter what happens at this show, it should be memorable. The all ages evening has doors at 7 pm and tickets between $15 and $17.

  Mark Normand. Photo: Avalon Management

  Over at The Secret Group, you could get your laugh on when Mark Normand swings by to perform. Normand has been making audiences all over laugh out loud for a good while, he’s toured the globe, and with sets on places like Showtime, Comedy Central, and NBC’s Last Comic Standing, he’s definitely on the rise. His latest release, this year’s Don’t Be Yourself is pretty hilarious as well. There’s no word on feature act or host, but that may change on the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $12 and $15.

  At Walter’s you could get freaky when Chicago’s Crown Larks stop by to play. This band is a mix of post punk and experimental sounds, reminding me of what would happen if David Yow sang for Of Montreal, or maybe a lot like the band Cave. Their latest, this year’s Population is impressive to say the least, and they’re rumored to be one of the best acts touring today. New Houston band Laktating Yak, featuring Charlie Bryan of Dead Time, will be on as direct support, while the always engaging and intriguing sounds of Houston’s most interesting band, Ak’chamel will open things up. The all ages show has doors at 8 pm and tickets for $10.

  On Thursday, many of you had planned make it out to Revention Center for the alt rock goodness of Soundgarden. However, with last week’s sudden and tragic passing of frontman Chris Cornell, the show and tour has since been cancelled. Refunds will be made available at the point of purchase.

  Hiram. Photo: Nancy Hernandez

  Walter’s will host a pretty tight show when the Urban Circus 5th Anniversary Party occurs. Featuring a headlining set from Houston rapper Tim Woods, the show promises everything from live graffiti to photography and so much music. Sets from DASHR, Hiram, TheGr8Thinkaz, Rajesh and many many more will all be set to perform. The all ages event gets going with doors at 7 pm and has tickets between $5 and $15.

  Over in the greenroom at Warehouse Live, Houston’s HogLeg will bring their throwback old school rock to all in attendance. Featuring members of Dixie Waste, Born Again Virgins, and Poor Dumb Bastards, this four piece is an energetic band you need to see sooner than later. The all ages show has doors at 7 pm and it’s 100% FREE.

  Meat Puppets. Photo: Mary Boukouvalas

  Upstairs at White Oak Music Hall, the legendary sounds of the Meat Puppets will be here to perform. Chris and Kurt have been making great songs together for a really long time, and if you remove their more alt sound from the nineties on albums like Too High To Die, you’re left with some pretty songs and some more punkish tunes. They’ll be here in support of their last release Lollipop, while dropping some career spanning favorites.  The king of DIY and “jamming econo,” Mike Watt will be on as direct support, and should bring some of your favorite Watt jams to life. The Tom + Jerry show will be on as openers for the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $18 and $22.

  Over at Continental Club, the country rock twang of Houston’s Grand Old Grizzly will bring plenty of good times to all who attend. While the band is set to release something new sooner than later, their last release Cosmonada is a record you should check out, as the honk honks and the tonk tonks all over it. The 21 & up show gets going around 10 pm and it’s 100% Free.

  Friday you might want to make the drive out to Joke Joint Comedy Showcase for a weekend with the best joke writer in Houston, John Wessling of The Whiskey Brothers. Wessling doesn’t perform in town much anymore but that just means he has all sorts of new ways to make you laugh until it hurts. There are four shows, two on Friday and two on Saturday with doors at 7 and 9:30 with tickets between $14 and $19 for the 18 & up shows.

  At Mucky Duck you could get your singer songwriter fix when Jeremy O’Bannon headlines a set. O’Bannon makes tunes that are hard to shake, his sets are peppered with tales and tone, and his latest release Letter Home from last year is one you need to hear in person. The rootsy acoustic sounds of Graham Wilkinson will be on as opener for the 21 & up show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $20 and $22.

  Tifa Tittlywinks of Dem Damn Dames. Photo: Penland Pin Ups

  Numbers will host another sexy show from the ladies of Dem Damn Dames, this time called Cirque du So Weird. While the Houston burlesque troupe is a talented and alluring bunch, this show will feature a set from burlesque legend, Judith Stein from Canada. Of course, the Dames themselves will all be on hand alongside performances from Dallas’ Olive Avira, Lucy Furr of Louisiana, Lita Deadly of San Antonio, and so many more including Ms Yet of Houston. Opening things up will be Skabz the Clown and Nick The Vegan for the 18 & up show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $15 and $30, the latter being a seated VIP option.

  Of course you can get all of your R&B feels when Trey Songz brings his infectious jams to all when he headlines the ballroom at Warehouse Live. While he’s been going strong since 2005, his latest release Tremaine The Album is possibly his strongest to date complete with pop laden tunes you can’t help but like. Virginia’s Mike Angel will be on as direct support and opener for the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets for $55.

  If you’ve never caught the rooftop show at The Secret Group called Bad Idea, then this is the one you need to catch. Hosted by Zahid Dewji, the show makes the most of the very small patio of the venue and offers FREE pizza and a ton of funny comics. This edition will be taped, it has a secret lineup, and rumor has it that there’s a big time name set to perform on it. The show is all ages, the doors are at 7:45 pm, and it’s 100% FREE.

  Londale. Photo: Daniel Jackson

  Upstairs at White Oak Music Hall you could make it out for the melodic indie rock of Houston’s Vodi.  There’s something hard to deny about a band that sounds like The War on Drugs, and their latest single “Talk” is just as hard to deny as their crazed performances.  New Houston band, Londale will be on as direct support as well as to drop their debut album full of good time rock jams.  Adam Bricks will bring his folk troubadour sounds on as opener for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and a $10 cover.

  Rudyard’s will take care of your doom needs when the stoner doom of Houston’s Dirty Seeds swing by to play their swampy metal.  Alongside a pretty epic live show, their last release King Kush remains one of my favorite doom albums.  Louisiana’s Forming The Void will be on as direct support with the slowcore doom of Houston’s Pyreship on as openers.  The 21 & up show has doors at 9 pm and a measly $8 cover.

  Flosstradamus. Photo: Paradigm Agency

  Stereo Live will host the return of trap DJ Flosstradamus.  I don’t need to oversell this show right, as this Chicago native never disappoints in a live setting. His latest drop, HDYNATION RADIO from 2015 still sounds legit, and his live sets are always amazing. The 18 & up show has doors at 9 pm and tickets between $24 and $33.

  On Saturday you can get going at Raven Tower for the Shop Local pop up event. Featuring a ton of local vendors, a DJ set from Gracie Chavez, and plenty of food truck eats, the event should be worth showing up for and supporting local vendors. The all ages event is free to attend, it gets going around 4 pm, and there’s more information here.

  Warehouse Live will host the return of another edition of Kiki Maroon’s Burly Q Lounge. The vaudeville based show that features side show talent, comedy, music, and burlesque will inhabit the insides of the studio and delight all who attend. The 18 & up show has doors at 7 pm and tickets for $25.

  Ancient Cat Society. Photo: Lauren Marek

  The Heights Theater will have a barn burner when Houston’s Ancient Cat Society headlines their album release party. These three by themselves are resected artists from bands like Buxton, Guess Genes, Dollie Barnes, and Vodi, but together they make charming tunes that would make any hardened music fan melt. Their sophomore release, Ancient Cat Society is one of the prettiest albums you can hear, and they’ll perform it in its entirety at this show. Say Girl Say and some special guests are on as support and openers for the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $20 and $160, the latter being a seated table for four people.

  Arena Theatre will bring back the legendary sounds of R&B soulstress, Erykah Badu. Badu was born in Dallas but her sound has always been outer worldly, and while her latest is just a mixtape, But You Caint Use My Phone is still pretty epic. The all ages show mentions nothing about direct support or openers, but that may change. Doors are at 7:30 pm and tickets are between $69.50 and $99.50.

  The Mountain Goats. Photo: Billions Agency

  Downstairs at White Oak Music Hall, the folky good times jams of The Mountain Goats will be on full display. These guys have been making fun and grand songs for a good while, their live shows are always fun, and their new album Goths changes things up without steering from their core sound. The lo-fi experimental tunes of Brooklyn’s Holy Sons will be on as direct support and openers for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets fo $23.50.

  Satellite Bar will have the psych rock of Austin’s The Cuckoos.  These guys make tunes that sound like Jim Morrison sang fro Brian Jonestown Massacre. Their latest, The Cuckoos from this year is definitely a trip. The guitar heavy sounds of Howard & the Nosebleeds will be on as direct support while the bluesy jams of Vanilla Whale will go on prior. The 18 & up show will get opened up by the psych blues of Austin’s The Mammoths with doors at 8 pm and cover between $5 and $7.

  Continental Club will have the return of Austin’s Buenos Diaz. Okay, so he’s actually from Houston, but that shouldn’t matter as his tunes are pretty guitar heavy and full of life. His latest, Buenos Diaz is an album you can’t shake after one listen. Chris Berardo & The Desberardos will open the 21 & up show with doors at 10 pm and a $12 cover.

  LIMB. Photo: Ismael Quintanilla

  Sunday you can get groovy at White Oak Music Hall for the 4th annual Madness on Main festival. The day through night event will feature a headlining set from Austin’s Black Pistol Fire alongside performances from Lyric Michelle. Sailor Poon, Columbia’s Kiko Villamizar, LIMB, Perseph One, Flower Graves, Flyger Woods, and so many many more. The event will take place upstairs, downstairs and even at Raven Tower. The full lineup is available here for the all ages event with doors at 4 pm and tickets between $20 and $27.

  Over at Rudyard’s you can catch the bluesy doom of Seattle’s Samothrace. Mixing blues rock overtones with a sludge heavy sound, these guys have been going pretty strong since 2008 and their latest Reverence To Stone is pretty intense. Seattle’s He Whose Ox Is Gored will be on as direct support while the heavy and loud doom of Houston’s Omotai will open the 21 & up show with doors at 8 pm and a $12 cover.

  On Monday there are times when comics say they’re leaving town and then they have a ceremonious leaving show, only to usually come back to town less than a year later. That probably won’t be the case for Tim Mathis, who’s having a going away show at Joke Joint Comedy Showcase. Mathis hasn’t made as many friends in comedy here as enemies, but he also has TV credits and he knows what crowds he does best in front of, which is more than what some comics leave town with. Hosting the show, Mathis will present the likes of Theo Taylor, Andy Huggins, Bryson Brown, Alan Adams, and the headliner Keisha Hunt.  The 18 & up show has doors at 6 pm and tickets are a measly $10.

  Tigers Jaw. Photo: Ground Control Touring

  The emo meets pop punk of Pennsylvania’s Tigers Jaw will be downstairs at White Oak Music Hall.  After a basic break apart three years ago, two founding members have returned from the near dead with an album that’s more indie rock than their previous releases, on this year’s spin. The band always has a pretty fun live show, so the new songs should hit well in a live setting. The folk rock of Ohio’s Saintseneca will be on hand as direct support while the indie pop of Missouri’s Smidley will open things up. The all ages show has doors at 7 pm and tickets between $16 and $20.

  That’s about all that’s happening around town. No matter what you decide to do, remember that a safe ride home is just an app away.

In God’s Country: The Best of The Week this is a repost