#my girl was NOT playing around lololololol

[lillyspeakz]

So there is this girl in my class, we'll just call her maggie,

Maggie has a bf, well just call him bruce

And these two have been a couple for like 2 years!

So this one day, me and another friend (keliye) went out after class for our break period and, we bumped into one of keliye's former bus mates.

Now this fella is one class older than us, I've seen him around before, keliye sees this guy as a brother and would frequently bullie each other (playfully)

I'm gunna call this guy Justin Bieber bc i can't think of any other names.

So we Keliye was like "WASSUp BROTHA‼️" And dabbed him, and then she asked how's life, he said it's fine how are you and how's that "avengers girl".

(Avengers girl refers to Maggie)

Then all of a sudden Justin asked another question (I don't really remember) and i said, nuh uh fella stay away from her she has a bodyguard lololololol.

This was on break period, after break period however, in our games period that guy spawned out of no where. Me Maggie and and another girl ( Diana) were playing basket ball AND JUSTIN BUDDY SPAWNED OUT OF NOWHERE, LIKE?. It was the end of their school almost and he and his entire class was outside roaming (sorta, idk what they were doing tbh). I fricking eyes that guy like -

And then he after the games period ended JUSTIN TRIES TO DO A CONVERSATION WITH MAGGIE???

The next day i didn't go to school, there wasn't any test either so I didn't know what happened

TODAY, however I got to know, that MAGGIE somehow got feelings for JUSTIN, wll while having a 2 year relationship with BRUCE.

i fainted i fainted today I'm not joking, like I came to school, and I hear this and i was like OUGHHH (ತ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ತ)

they spoke again at brake today apparently ¯⁠\⁠_⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Also I feel like they broke M and B broke up I can't tell (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠)

TEA!!!!!! OMG!!!!

Dude that’s fucked

[theskyexists]

gundam ep

The funny thing about Miorine is that she’s fanservice. she’s fanservice for ME and it isnt even entirely divorced from your regular shit fanservice. those see through tights whatever they’re called in english. BUT IT IS EFFECTIVE ON ME, ME!!!! because miorine is a whole person, stubborn, smart, passionate, and most of the girls just wear their normal gender-neutral uniform animated to look like normal regular unsexyfied human beings. SO THE SE THROUGH TIGHTS ARE ACTUALLY EFFECTIVE. THEY ARE A CONTRAST.

I LOVE HOW MIORINE HAS MANAGED TO FIND A WAY TO DUEL. SHE’S TRULY THE QUEEN WITH A KNIGHT AND SOLDIERS AT HER BECK AND CALL NOW

i already know that they are going to very effectively lift this conflict from ‘game’ to ‘battle’, from queen to commander

lololololol whatever her name is is protecting the honour of her 12th backup boyfriend.

her mother CRIES at her daughters being such an incredible team that Aerial can even push through a supressor (oh...she lost a husband to such technology of course...)

i do really like shaddiq, but he really thought he could beat the gundam with an ace team and suppressors? i mean that does make sense but.... why didnt he fight for miorine before i wonder....those tomatoes are such great visual metaphors - unripe.

they did say that one can refuse a duel. why not just refuse duels suletta?

SHE EVEN LETS SULETTA TAKE CARE OF THE GREENHOUSE IN HER ABSENCE THE FUCKING POWER OF THIS METAPHOR

they bought out TWO development teams. why are the high schoolers testing out these legs. did the development teams make them and sent them to the school for testing? why?

this is - as far as i can tell - completely unrealistic economo-babble lol

i love the league woman and mio negotiating. honestly it really goes to show that mio has no concept of how possible it is for your space pilot to kill you

they need a ‘spacious’ place. the whole school, the whole forest around teh school???

what the fuck. Delling had his son, heir to the house, clean spaceships? what is going on in these parents’ minds???????

shaddiq is funding an earthian community?

‘you work for peil yet you’ve been helping us’ WHERE IS THE BOUGHT OUT PEIL TEAM??

oh evil pretty Elan is so good at being seductive. i feel honestly like this anime was made for me lololol.

there is truly zero doubt in my mind that people can survive in space and theyre not adapted. these people live their whole lives in space without problem! what the fuck are tehy talking about

how did miorine buy a spaceship and not a pr team? i can only intuit that the video makes for a non-threatening impression and maybe that was her intention...

WHY are they bringing the whole team and the goats....

how the fuck do these kids get to drive a spaceship lol

AH. that’s how she convinced Delling. he’s got a Gundam project of his own that she convinced him she could deliver essential data for....

Suletta is so fucking annoying for being so goddamn fragile lol. makes ya want to shake her.

damn ok instead she gets punched first in teh boob (no problem) but then mio gets a hit on the solar plexus. the writers for this show are really good. the loose threads are getting tied up, the characters have multiple motives, and comedy is combined very well with drama.

Damn miorine KNOWS what she wants. And what she wants is Suletta.

ok so apparently groomly duties are also cleaning her room lol. this was super gay. fascinating how they stick to homosexual relationships being accepted and ordinary, but they still play with the audience’s expectations - suletta’s and miorine’s expectations of friendship romance and intimacy, the political game, japanese inclination to dismiss romance between girls as not actually real and the possibility that despite homosexual relationships being ordinary in this world they are not the SAME as straight relationships and interact IN-WORLD with everything previous.

LFRITHS!!!!!!!!!!!! VANADIS CONNECTION

wtf theyre doing an all out atttack. woudlnt sneaking in work better

ohhh shaddiq is betting on Jeturk man dying in the attack. hm

why is prospera so convinced that suletta will find THEM

the intro is actually really good

how in the hell did suletta survive that.

shaddiq didnt even fucking warn miorine or nika that this was gonna happen

ah.......jeturk was not the one who sent guel away. Shaddiq deliberately put him in harms way....if it was shaddiq. probably. the writers were cleverer than me.

I LOVE how sulettas shounen fucking phrase got Elan killed, Jeturk killing his dad, and Suletta indoctrinated to KILLLLLL. some pmmm shit. they went: lets use the tropes you know and MASH THEM TOGETHER WITH WAR!!!!!!!

the visual metaphors in this are so simple and beautiful. her moving forward was bout friends and connections and self-confidence in social situations one episode ago. NOW IT IS ABOUT MURDERING

they havent even confirmed a kill on delling

oh that was the last one. the quality of this series is the best in years and years.

god guel got such a terrible terrible terrible deal out of life now. if shaddiq is responsible... wait hold on. maybe guel left of his own accord to go work a shitty job.....that makes more sense than shaddiq putting him in harms way. normally anime spell so much out but not this bit.

[sometimesanalice]

The holiday fic that keeps on giving! This one is so cozy, so homey, so lovely, and so emotional! ‘Tis the season to make me have all the feelings!

It was, admittedly, such a vain and shallow thought - no, desire to want to be the best at this. At throwing parties.— she just wants people to have a good time! (She’s so type a just like me 😂)

you’d somehow wrangled a recipe for the cookies Bradley’s mom used to make from Sarah Kazansky and hadn't even burnt them.  — this is so sweet, omg I love this

Because it had to be perfect. All of it. Because this was Bradley’s Christmas. His only Christmas that year. Nothing could go amiss.— I loved this reveal. Like yes that selfish bit where she wants to throw the best most talked about party, but also wanting it to be perfect for him!

And Bradley deserved the entire world and all the happiness he could possibly have. — he does, and he will because she love himmm

You absentmindedly fixed the bow on your wrap dress. Your long sleeved, silk wrap dress - that also did plenty to hide any unwanted lines or bumps around your stomach. And your arms. — that Zimmerman dress is lovely, but she would have looked just as cute in that A+O dress! Bradley would love her in a burlap bag!

Why tonight, when everything else was going so right, were you being bogged down by this insecurity in your own home - no, no, it was Bradley’s home, not yours.— oh she wants everything with him, doing that tug-a-war with herself! She is his homeeee

Bradley loved you, Bradley proved how much he loved you every single day, Bradley catered to your every whim about this party with the biggest smile on his face. — *cries in single*

He hated buying himself clothes, even more so spending a lot of money on them, but he always liked whatever you picked out for him. — she’s got the best taste, in men and clothes. So of course she’d be great at shopping for him!

“Like a heart full tired? A changing for dinner after a spending a day at the beach tired - no, wait. A post gala eating french fries in bed and watching Moonstruck tired?” An after you fucked me so hard I could barely remember my own name tired. — yes to this feeling, but also YES TO THE GALAAAAA

That was the crux of it. You were going to miss him so much you thought your heart was going to burst. — I’m so proud of her for voicing her thoughts here, he can tell she’s in an anxious spiral with the cleaning and organizing of the bar, but letting herself be vulnerable with him! They’ve grownnn

That’s why the party had to be perfect. Because it would remind Bradley of home and all he had to look forward to when he came back in three months. — the sweetest girl, he’s going to miss you so much! YOU ARE HIS HOMEEEE

“Give ‘em a break. You’d be the same if you could hold someone down long enough.”— lololololol you’re so savage for always dunking on Jake and I love it

Who knows, maybe you would have been at Bradley and Max’s holiday party if you hadn’t met him in April.— I didn’t catch this the first time, I thought it was a bromance joke but now I knowwwwww

Your cheeks hurt from the massive smile stretching across your face as you looked fondly at Bradley. He was concentrating so hard, his tongue was peeking out of his mouth. And his long, graceful fingers were flying across the keys. — he is the sweetest! I love him playing her favorites for her!

He also was blushing, which was sweet. — 💖🥰

It was nice seeing them all carefree and happy and just lighter. Bradley glanced over his shoulder at you and winked. — oh this is a cozy lovely moment!

Pete took a sip of his beer and nodded. “The kid wouldn’t stop talking about your gift, I swear he told everyone on base.”— I love the idea of how excited Bradley is to give his gift that he literally cannot keep it to himself! 

“Oh, I’d love to,” you gushed, “but it’s Bradley’s call. It’s his house - what?” Pete cut you off with a look. “Come on, by now you know it’s your house as much as Bradley’s…”— FINALLY! Someone with some commonsense!

“Wouldn’t miss it, just make sure the kid doesn’t drink too much. He always gets a little chatty…” — that’s his dad 😭😭

 rather, he had called you a fresh young lady after you had unknowingly flipped him off at an intersection in another neighborhood, only to find out that he was the crotchety old man that lived next door to Bradley.— omgggggggg 😂 not them being the neighborhood troublemakers 

He sat, leaning against the chaise lounge, and idly sipped from a bottle of champagne that he kept putting down on the floor - though on a coaster, mind you. His hair was perfectly tousled and messy and he had a pleased smile on his face as he stared at the Christmas tree in front of him.— this image I want to hang it in the Louvre

“Clever boy…” “My smart girl”— ahhh I love themmm

Shit - were you going to fuck underneath the Christmas tree? Like properly fuck on the floor underneath the Christmas tree.— merry Christmas to allllllllll

Oh god - oh god. You ruined it. You ruined Bradley’s Christmas. — ma’am you threw him a perfect party! You’re his dream girl! He loves you!

You reached out for the present like it was going to explode, barely even taking notice of how nicely it had been wrapped.— gift wrapping is a language of love and I stand by that! (Says the girl who dreams of having a wrapping room and has a whole system dedicated to gift wrap and bows)

“- I always want to come home to you - if you’ll have me?”— CRYING SOBBING WEEPING

Though to be fair, neither of you had paid as much attention to the movie as you had been too busy necking each other in the backseat of the Bronco.— honestly my dream date with Bradley would end the same way too 😂

Harkening back to your first date, you had gotten him a Saturn V Rocket ornament to add to the tree, giving your rocketman something to aspire to.— they’re so cutttteeeeeee

“What about the couch?”“We just got it dry-cleaned - again.”— AHHHHHHHHHH

“We can be spontaneous upstairs…”— 😂 his old man back will thank him in the morning 

And I know it’s cliche to say, but it’s the goddamn truth - I don’t care what we do for Christmas as long as I get to spend it at home with you, alright?— this whole section was so TENDER AND LOVELY

“Yes, Bradley. I love you even though you wouldn’t let me fuck you on the living room floor…”— blessss, she’s so bratty and I love her!

Home. Home. Home. Bradley wouldn’t just be coming back to San Diego in three months: he would be coming home - to you. And to this great, big, beautiful house he wanted to share with you. And to the life he wanted to share with you. — 😭😭😭 THEIR HOME THEIR HOME THEIR HOME

Your parents had had the idea to send everything they normally would have put in Bradley’s Christmas stocking to him on the carrier. — this is so sweet, and of course the soapy titty pics really rounded it out! I love they got to have a Christmas FaceTime together!

“So, we’ll talk in two weeks, okay? Should be just after New Year’s, but keep emailing me. I love reading them when I get the chance.”— I can’t wait for the epistolary era!

“I love you, I love you so much and I’m so happy I get to come home to you, sweetheart.”— this is so sweet, and I love forever for them

And now I’m all kinds of emotional again. 😭💖

(christmas) baby please come home

summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw and his girlfriend throw a christmas party, complete with a christmas tree, copious amounts of champagne, blended friend groups, and the true meaning of the word home

OR what do you do when your boyfriend gets deployed over christmas and he get you two christmas presents?

pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

part of @notroosterbradshaw ‘s hello december challenge

masterlist and playlist

It was obvious that you knew how to throw a party. 

Furthermore, it was obvious that none of your and Bradley’s friends - baring Max, but only because he had professional help - would ever be able to pull off a party of the same caliber as your Christmas party. 

Subconsciously, you wanted your friends to be jealous of you and impressed with how well you and Bradley had pulled things off. It was, admittedly, such a vain and shallow thought - no, desire to want to be the best at this. At throwing parties.

The Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack was currently echoing throughout the downstairs on the Sonos, the twinkling jazz giving off a whimsical, yet sophisticated vibe, the Christmas tree looked stunning in the living room where it was covered in nearly three thousand white lights and countless ornaments, and the food that you and Bradley - but mainly Bradley - had spent all morning and last night preparing was laid out on festive serving dishes, complete with seasonally appropriate plates and napkins, perfectly folded in their napkin rings. 

You had scoured San Diego county for the most gorgeous garland possible to serve as the centerpiece on the dining room table, the berries and pine cones in it perfectly matching the plates and napkins and serving dishes. You had vacuumed the hardwood floor twice and washed it once before everyone came over and knew you would do so again once everyone left, if only so you could casually say it’s fine, you can keep your shoes on, we’re washing the floor tomorrow anyway. The candles weren’t overpowering, there was soft lighting all throughout the house, and you’d somehow wrangled a recipe for the cookies Bradley’s mom used to make from Sarah Kazansky and hadn't even burnt them.  

Because you wanted people to talk about it - the party. And to say did you see their bathroom? It was so clean, there weren’t any water spots on the faucet. The beef tenderloin appetizers were delicious, they had to have gotten the meat someplace special? No, definitely not Vons, maybe some local butcher in La Jolla? Aren’t they such a sweet couple? Such a good pair.

Because it had to be perfect. 

All of it.

Because this was Bradley’s Christmas. His only Christmas that year. Nothing could go amiss. And you wanted everyone to be jealous of it, so much so that tonight would be equal to if not better than how they celebrated the actual holiday with their own families - in their own homes - on Christmas Day. 

Because they weren’t going to be spending the holiday on a drafty aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific far from home like Bradley was. 

And Bradley deserved the entire world and all the happiness he could possibly have. The way his face had lit up when you’d first suggested the party after he’d gotten his orders at the beginning of November would stick with you for months. You’d told him that everything would be perfect, that you would pack enough Christmas spirit and love and gifts and food into one evening that it would take the sting out of being away from home - being away from you - at Christmas. Even if for just one night.

The guests had all arrived, some promptly and some not-so-promptly, with you and Bradley greeting them all, telling them to help themselves to all the food and drinks they wanted. Apparently, Max had a surprise for later that you prayed was not him putting on a Santa suit. But the conversation and drinks were flowing with ease, despite the blending of your two friend groups for the first time. 

It was a good party. 

Except right now, it was your turn to be the jealous one.

You watched, enviously, as one of your work friends leaned against the kitchen island with a glass of prosecco in her hand, while the other gripped Jake Seresin’s bicep. The jealousy wasn’t because of Jake or any attention he may have been giving her, mind you. 

(Because no, no - while you may no longer have had an intense hatred for Bradley’s nemesis cum friend, you still didn’t actively seek out his presence and you definitely didn’t want his attention - not for anything other than a great party as he left your - no, Bradley’s house later that night.)

No - you were jealous of her dress. Her gorgeous, deep garnet, midi-length, sleeveless dress. That looked absolutely stunning on her, though a touch too fancy for a Christmas party in South Park. She looked gorgeous, beautiful - statuesque. 

You absentmindedly fixed the bow on your wrap dress. Your long sleeved, silk wrap dress - that also did plenty to hide any unwanted lines or bumps around your stomach. And your arms. 

Weeks ago, back when the party was but a pipe dream, you’d been eyeing this absolutely adorable, sleeveless, mini-dress for the event. Like your friend’s dress, it probably erred on the side of slightly too fancy for a house party, but it had been so pretty and so perfect. It had sat in your cart online for at least two weeks - you just wanted to see if it would go on sale before you finally pulled the trigger. 

Until Thanksgiving. 

When you saw how unflattering your arms looked in the black cashmere tank you’d brought for dinner to your parents’ house. You thanked your past self for having the forethought to pack a cardigan, which didn’t come off until hours later after all your aunts and uncles and cousins had left and you were snuggled up in Bradley’s arms. 

Maybe you should try the HIIT classes on your Peloton instead of all those beginner rides you were still doing with Cody? Or get arm weights? The girls who worked out in the front two rows of your pilates class swore by them. They barely needed any input from the instructor - they just knew how to move their bodies that way. Or maybe you could ask your parents for a higher Class Pass subscription for Christmas? It would give you something to focus on while Bradley was gone. 

You hadn’t been this self conscious at the gala back in October and that dress was far more daring than anything you’d ever worn before; practically open back, with a risqué slit and a deep v neckline, to say nothing of what you had worn just for Bradley later that night. 

So, why now? Why tonight when you were supposed to be enjoying this time with your boyfriend and all your friends before the holidays? Why tonight, when everything else was going so right, were you being bogged down by this insecurity in your own home - no, no, it was Bradley’s home, not yours.

Was it because he was leaving? And you didn’t want one of his last images of you for three months to be your arms in a too tight dress? Because that was so shallow and silly and ridiculous. 

But what if it was true? Bradley was so pretty and handsome and charming and sweet, what if there was someone else on that boat that also thought he was pretty and handsome and charming and sweet? And you’d seen all the other aviators and naval personnel at that gala, they were stunning. What if Bradley thought that too - no, no, no. You weren’t going to focus on that for one of your last nights with him. 

Bradley loved you, Bradley proved how much he loved you every single day, Bradley catered to your every whim about this party with the biggest smile on his face. 

Bradley loved you. 

You were just being ridiculous and shallow and over dramatic and spiraling before he left. Bradley loved you, Bradley loved you. He loved you. He - was wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“How’s it going?” His voice rumbled in your ear and you leaned back against him. 

God, he was so strong and soft and warm and smelled so pretty all the time. You were going to miss him so much. You felt him fiddle with the bow tying your burgundy dress together and ducked your head. 

“Good, just came to get a drink.” Which you had been doing - about three minutes ago. “And wanted to make sure everyone in here was all set.”

Bradley hummed and swayed you back and forth in his arms. “Look at you, hostess with the mostess - or however that goes. You want me to make you another drink?”

You nodded. “Please.”

You both had decided to set up the bar in the kitchen, while keeping the food in the dining room and the dessert in the sitting room for later. Hours ago, before you had even hopped in the shower, the bar had been painstakingly set up and organized. Now, it needed some work. You cursed yourself for not checking on it earlier in the evening - you couldn’t believe your guests had been serving themselves from this all night. 

The glasses were no longer in neat rows, organized by type, the bowl with the limes was running dangerously low, and the caps to the liquor bottles and the champagne corks were scattered across the table. Without a second thought, you started organizing everything before Bradley could even get you a fresh glass. 

You could tell he wanted to say something, but - at least for that moment - he just rubbed your back and then poured you another glass of champagne, making sure to put the bottle back properly. Meanwhile, you scooped up the stray corks and foil and other bottle caps and threw them in the garbage underneath the sink. You had enough time, maybe you could pop those dirty wine glasses in the empty dishwasher? Wait - there was a puddle of condensation underneath an open bottle of champagne. You frowned. Clearly, someone hadn’t put it back in the bucket. Who would do that? Didn’t they know to put it back exactly where -  

“- You good?” 

Bradley’s voice was so soft and reassuring and you couldn’t believe you’d soon be going without hearing it for months. Unable to wait another second, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, which he eagerly returned and you nuzzled his chest. Bradley’s shirt for the party was an exceptionally soft flannel in a solid navy color that you’d found on sale. He hated buying himself clothes, even more so spending a lot of money on them, but he always liked whatever you picked out for him. 

Maybe you could buy him some new clothes while he was gone? By now, you knew what he liked and didn’t like - right down to the colors and fabric types. He needed some new undershirts - and socks. You nuzzled your face into his chest. He felt so warm and soft and smelled so good. You had to buy a travel sized bottle of his cologne before he left. 

“You sure you’re okay, kid?” he asked again. 

“Just a little overwhelmed - and kinda tired.” You pulled your head back to look at him, but the two of you still kept your arms around the other. 

“Well,” Bradley started, “to be fair, you did do like all the work for this party, think it’s valid to be a little tired, sweetheart.”

“What? No?” You were offended on his behalf. “Bubs, you made all the food and -”

“- Yeah, but you helped with the food and did all the work getting the house ready.”

You cocked your head, considering this. “I mean, I did. Didn’t I?” Bradley chuckled. “Okay, fine - I’m tired. But it’s a good tired, I think?”

“A good tired, huh?” His thumbs were making the most soothing circles on your hips.

“Like a heart full tired? A changing for dinner after a spending a day at the beach tired - no, wait. A post gala eating french fries in bed and watching Moonstruck tired?” An after you fucked me so hard I could barely remember my own name tired. 

“You should’ve just led with that last one.” He kissed your temple and ran his hands up and down the silk fabric covering your arms. “Would’ve known exactly what you were talking about then.”

You lightly shoved his chest and then pulled him back in for a hug. “I’m also gonna miss you a lot…”

That was the crux of it. You were going to miss him so much you thought your heart was going to burst. And enjoying all the Christmas festivities tonight - on the second Saturday in December - made it all the more apparent that Bradley wasn’t going to be with you over the holidays. He wouldn’t be with you again until March. 

You two had gotten through plenty of training missions, short diplomatic visits, and off-sites - on your end - over the last eight months. But this was Bradley’s first, real deployment. 

God, if only Emily Simpson could see you now. You and Bradley had both been so cocky, so confident back in October at the gala about how effortlessly you handled the time spent apart. But you hadn’t been staring down a three month long deployment back then. 

Three months was a long time. Six pay cycles, at least twelve trips to the grocery, four off-sites, the entirety of Q1, five nail appointments, twenty four pilates classes, and if he knocked you up that very night, it could be the entirety of a first trimester of pregnancy. Not that you wanted to be pregnant - at least not for a while. Like quite a while. It was just a way to compare time. You didn’t want to be pregnant. 

Three months, three months, three months. 

And then he’d come home to you. To you and your life together.

That’s why the party had to be perfect. Because it would remind Bradley of home and all he had to look forward to when he came back in three months. 

“I’m gonna miss you, too.  Never really had someone to miss before on one of these - not like this.” 

And then he kissed you - quick, little butterfly kisses that soon turned bolder and more daring, especially considering there were five or so other people milling about the kitchen. Bradley’s tongue licked your bottom lip, eventually coaxing your mouth open. He tasted like the old fashioned you saw him drinking earlier. You slid your arms up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and fiddled with the ends of his soft hair. 

The sounds of the party disappeared around you - you could no longer hear Frank Sinatra singing Jingle Bells, Jake and Georgie talking in the corner, or Javy getting drinks for him and his girlfriend to your right.

All you could focus on was Bradley. And how warm and soft and strong he felt in your arms and how -

“- Fuck’s sake, Bradshaw. Do you want us to leave or…”

You turned around to face Jake and Georgie, the latter of whom looked beyond embarrassed, and leaned back against Bradley’s chest. Shit - you’d forgotten you had an audience, especially Jake and Javy.

“Sorry…” You felt warm all over at getting caught. Normally, you and Bradley weren’t big on PDA, but you’d been needy lately - both of you had been. 

Further down to your right, Javy just chuckled. “Give ‘em a break. You’d be the same if you could hold someone down long enough.” Bradley laughed, while Jake turned beat red.

While him and Javy started chirping at each other, Bradley took your hand and led you out of the kitchen, past all the guests congregating in the dining room and over towards the sitting room. 

“Here, I know what’ll cheer you up.”

There were only a couple people in this part of the house - Caroline and Max, Bob and Callie, and Natasha and Rory, the latter of whom had gone with her to the gala back in October. They were a relatively quiet crowd and looked to be captivated by a story Max was telling. But then again, people were always captivated by Max. 

“…so I say to Garoppolo, ‘you really wanna get the shit beaten out of you for the second time this week?’ Because a guy who folds in front of the fucking Broncos’ defensive line is not one I think can handle being humiliated like this on - aww, if it isn’t Bradley-Boy and our lovely hostess. Come here and give me a kiss, sweetheart.” You chuckled and started over towards Max. “No, not you, darling. I meant Bradley-Boy.” 

With giggles and jeers, everyone turned towards Bradley, who was definitely blushing. But ever the dutiful host, he trudged over towards Max and planted a sloppy kiss on his forehead. 

You had met Max over a year ago via your best friend from college, Caroline. Bradley, on the other hand, had met Max in late March at Mission Beach, right before the two of you had started going out. 

Since moving back to California, Bradley had taken up surfing again and relished his weekend mornings out in the chilly Pacific. It had taken a couple weeks for the guys to realize they were both regulars and get past the initial head nod greeting, but after that they got on like a house on fire. Despite Max being a typical nepotism baby, VC-firm-bro type and Bradley the outgoing, naval man, they were each other’s best friend.

And to be perfectly honest, you thought they may have been a little in love with each other.

Who knows, maybe you would have been at Bradley and Max’s holiday party if you hadn’t met him in April.

“All good now, peaches?” Bradley teased and then turned to everyone else in their little group. “Just so you know, the story ends with Jimmy G challenging Maxi-Pad to a closest to the pin contest and Max shanking his tee shot.”

You laughed and wrapped your free arm back around Bradley’s waist. “Was this how you planned to cheer me up?”

“Oh, god. What’d you do now, Rooster?” Natasha teased. 

“Can I call you ‘Rooster?’” Max asked, much to Caroline’s delight.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Bradley said and then turned towards Natasha. “And nothing, just trying to do everything so can to make sure my girl has a lovely evening.” Everyone let out various sighs and swoons, except Nat and Max, who feigned gagging. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

He grabbed your free hand again and brought you over to the upright piano in the corner, next to where Callie and Bob were lounging on the loveseat. You desperately hoped Bradley was going to play for you - maybe even some Christmas carols. He had such a natural talent for it, even beyond his usual Hard Deck repertoire of that damn Jerry Lee Lewis song. He could play Debussy, Ravel, Schumann - anything, really. You figured he’d start off with Jingle Bells or something like that, but he surprised you with something new.

Bradley’s fingers twinkled out the opening notes to Linus and Lucy and you, and the others in the sitting room, couldn’t help but laugh. He had been right - this did cheer you up. You had always loved the Peanuts. 

Growing up, you’d gone to the Charles Schulz Museum in Santa Rosa too many times to count. It became your favorite place during your parents’ divorce and you always begged your dad to take you whenever you were having a bad day. But then, when the divorce had been finalized and you, your dad and brother eventually moved down to Berkeley, you didn’t get the opportunity to go as often. But your love for the cartoon characters never died and you had the sneaking suspicion that Bradley had learned the song for you - this was the first time you’d ever heard him play it.

You took a hearty sip of your champagne and leaned your arms on the top of the piano, eventually resting your cheek against your fist. Your cheeks hurt from the massive smile stretching across your face as you looked fondly at Bradley. He was concentrating so hard, his tongue was peeking out of his mouth. And his long, graceful fingers were flying across the keys. 

You couldn’t imagine how long it took him to learn this if he was already off book. Did you mention his fingers? His hands? God, they were beautiful. Strong and long and corded - was that the right word? You recalled it from those regency romance novels you had hidden on your Kindle. God, you loved him so much. So fucking much. You’d never loved a person this much before - oh, you were going to miss him so much.

“You two are just like Lucy and Schroeder,” Callie cooed, snapping you out of your thoughts and causing Bradley to fumble a couple of notes. He also was blushing, which was sweet. 

A couple more people filtered into the sitting room, drawn in by the music, and soon people were throwing out requests for Bradley to play while others chatted in the background. He took Pete’s suggestion of Jingle Bells and soon played a jazzy version of the song. 

While Bradley played, the older man came up to you to chat. Penny couldn’t make it to the party, which was admittedly a bit of a disappointment, but she was hoping to stop by later once things wound down a bit at the Hard Deck. 

“Hell of a party, kid.” He toasted you with his beer. 

“Thanks, I just wanted to do something nice for Bradley.”

“Pretty sure you could’ve gotten a pizza and he would’ve been happy.”

You considered that. “True, but that hardly sounds fun - plus, this way I could get a new outfit.”

Pete smiled and you both glanced over towards the piano for a moment as Bradley got Natasha and Bob to sing along with him. It was nice seeing them all carefree and happy and just lighter. Bradley glanced over his shoulder at you and winked. 

“It’s nice seeing him like this,” Pete said. “Hell, last Christmas it was like pulling teeth to get the kid over to Penny’s for Christmas Eve and to see him get a tree and have people over at his place is just - it makes me really happy. Sorry if that’s corny or -”

“- No,” you reassured him, “well, maybe a little. But corny is good sometimes. Especially around the holidays.”

“You guys gonna do gifts tomorrow or…”

You shook your head. “Nah, we’re gonna do them tonight after everyone leaves.”

Pete took a sip of his beer and nodded. “The kid wouldn’t stop talking about your gift, I swear he told everyone on base.”

You felt yourself heat up and glanced over at Bradley again. “Really?” Pete nodded. “I’m nervous now, we promised we were only doing one present, so I hope he likes mine...”

“He will,” Pete sounded certain. “You think you guys will do this at your place every year? Maybe start a new tradition?”

That was a lovely thought. Celebrating Christmas with Bradley for the next x amount of years. Plus, doing this before Christmas would give everyone the opportunity to get together before the actual holidays. 

“Oh, I’d love to,” you gushed, “but it’s Bradley’s call. It’s his house - what?”

Pete cut you off with a look. “Come on, by now you know it’s your house as much as Bradley’s…”

Oh, gosh. You hoped so - one day, at least. The two of you barely spent a night apart, baring whenever one of you was away for work. You barely considered your apartment your home anymore. Instead, it was on the couch in Bradley’s living room, watching TV. Or cooking breakfast together on the weekends and watching Sunday Morning at the kitchen table. Laying beside him in bed at night, his big arms wrapped around you, as you whispered how much you loved each other. You had never felt this way before Bradley, like another person was home. 

And you wanted to be home all the time. 

You could feel the heat creep up your neck, the warmth only amplified by Bradley’s soothing voice singing Let It Snow. 

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Pete apologized, “I just wanted you to know that I can see how much you guys care about each other. And he’s my kid - at the end of the day, I just want him to be happy.” He laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you ducked your head before nodding.

Back when you had first met him, you had imagined that gaining Pete’s approval was how you would have felt had Bradley’s parents been alive to give it to you. You thought about them often - more often than you’d ever let Bradley think - and especially as of late. Would they have liked you? Would they have gotten along with your parents? From what you’d been told, they would have made amazing grandparents. Maybe Bradley would even have had more siblings? Maybe, maybe, maybe.

“He makes me really happy, too,” you whispered. Pete pulled you in for a hug and then the two of you just watched Bradley playing for a few moments while the party continued around you two. 

“I’m gonna get another beer, you want anything?” Pete asked. 

You just shook your head. “Nah, I’m good for now, but thanks again for coming. It means a lot to both of us.”

“Wouldn’t miss it, just make sure the kid doesn’t drink too much. He always gets a little chatty…” And then Pete set off towards the kitchen, leaving you alone, but only for a moment until you heard Max’s voice in the hallway.

“Caro, darling, will you help me with something outside…” You crept over towards him, curious to see what he was up to and why he needed Caro’s help.

Caroline didn’t even look up from her phone. “I’m not giving you a handjob, darling.”

“Oh, please don’t,” you drawled, alerting them both to your presence, “Mr. Harrington already thinks we’re delinquents, can’t have him thinking we associate with them, too,” you said referring to your - no, Bradley’s neighbor. 

Mr. Harrington hadn’t exactly called you and Bradley delinquents - rather, he had called you a fresh young lady after you had unknowingly flipped him off at an intersection in another neighborhood, only to find out that he was the crotchety old man that lived next door to Bradley. He had been waiting for you in the driveway when you’d gotten home a few minutes later, demanding to talk to Bradley about you. But the old man hadn’t stood a chance with you and Bradley had just stood on the porch with a proud smile on his face as you gave him a piece of your mind. Since then, he’d just pass silent judgment whenever he saw you outside.

Max held up two fingers. “I’ll be on my best behavior, Scout’s honor.”

“It’s three fingers, dumbass.”

He breezed past you and started towards the door, gesturing for Caroline to follow him. “Good thing I was never a Boy Scout then…”

“Please, Max. Just tell me if you’re going to -”

“- Secrets, secrets are only fun unless you don’t share with anyone -”

“- That’s not even how it goes!” 

Max shrugged and grabbed Caroline’s hand, pulling her close to his side. “It’ll be fun, we promise! Plus, maybe Max won’t even come back to the party…”

Oh, he was definitely doing the Santa thing. But at this point, maybe it would be fun and memorable? And maybe you were just drunk enough to let it happen. 

“Fine, fine. As long as Max doesn’t come back to the party, you can do whatever you have planned -” 

Max cut you off with a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, love. Now, Caro! Your assistance, please!”

You waved them off towards the front door and made your way back to the sitting room where Bradley was taking requests for his next song. 

His eyes were scanning the room for whom you realized was you and a great, big smile spread across his face. “Nah, I got one already. Just needed my girl in here for this.” You chuckled and walked over towards the piano. “Figured we had to end on a high note, plus I heard a rumor Santa’s coming…”

There were hoots and hollers throughout the room, which didn’t let up even as Bradley played the first notes of the song he apparently needed you for assistance. 

“I’ll sing the first few lines, but then you gotta take over, alright, sweetheart?”

You sat next to him on the narrow bench and giggled, not quite knowing what he had up his sleeve, but more than ready to go along for the ride. “You got it, rocketman.”

Bradley pecked you on the lips and then turned to the room as he played. 

“I really can’t stay…baby, it’s cold outside…I’ve got to go ‘way…baby, it’s cold outside…”

Oh god. 

---------------

Hours later, after all your guests had left, fuller and far drunker than they’d been when they’d arrived, you and Bradley were tidying up the living room. The dishwasher was rumbling in the kitchen, the first of many loads you’d have to do tonight and tomorrow, but it was drowned out by the music still playing on the Sonos, while the extra food had been put away in the fridge.

From your spot across the room where you were fluffing the couch cushions, you glanced over towards Bradley. He sat, leaning against the chaise lounge, and idly sipped from a bottle of champagne that he kept putting down on the floor - though on a coaster, mind you. His hair was perfectly tousled and messy and he had a pleased smile on his face as he stared at the Christmas tree in front of him. His right hand was absentmindedly running up and down his thigh, just begging for you to ride it.

You joined him on the floor and he wordlessly passed the bottle of champagne to you before throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

“You did good, kid,” he said suddenly. 

A smile lit up your face. “Really?” Brady chuckled at your earnestness. “You’re not just saying that because this is like the first halfway decent party you’ve ever -”

“- Hey! I’ve been to plenty of decent parties! But I think - I think that this might be the best one yet.”

As a reward for his sweetness, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You think everyone got along? I only overheard one argument between Caro and Jake.” And it had been over the latest cryptocurrency scandal of all things. 

“Yeah, but to be fair, I think trauma bonding over your singing really brought everyone together.”

You were not as bad as Bradley had said - at the very least, you could carry a tune. Granted, you wouldn’t be on the Voice anytime soon, but if you were an SNL cast member and needed to sing for a sketch, you might be okay. And no one really focused on the actual singing during Baby It’s Cold Outside - it wasn’t exactly the paragon of Christmas songs or social norms. 

But it was just about the perfect duet, in that it was a crowd pleaser, a little slutty, and campy as hell. And as it so happened, you had been feeling a little slutty with all the champagne you had drunk throughout the evening. Plus, with Bradley on the keys and no one else sober enough to make fun of your less than stellar singing skills, you had been a glutton for attention. You had used your champagne coupe as a microphone and had only spilled a couple drops - at first.

“- But baby, it's cold outside -”

“ - This welcome has been -”

“ - How lucky that you dropped in -”

“ - So nice and warm -”

“ - Look out the window at that storm -”

“ - My sister will be suspicious -”

“ - Gosh, your lips look delicious -” Bradley kissed your proffered hand and you shimmied around the piano bench, eventually draping yourself over his shoulders while he continued playing.

Would you regret it in the morning? Probably. Did the song have a weird history? Yes. But it was your goddamn Christmas party! And you had wanted to have fun and fawn over your boyfriend. It had also been a good distraction from what you had correctly assumed was Max planning to crash the party as Santa with a sleigh full of presents for everyone. But Max was richer than Croesus; he could afford it.

“Come on, Bradshaw. How’s she been this year? Naughty or nice?”

You shot Bradley a glance, curious as to what his answer would be. But he just smiled wryly and toasted Max with his drink before taking a sip.

You closed the distance between the two of you and whispered in his ear, “Clever boy…”

He grabbed your ass, thankfully out of sight of your guests. “My smart girl…”

“Is that what you want me to be tonight?”

Frankly, you had been shocked Bradley hadn’t kicked everyone out then and there. 

But now you were cozy and tired in all the best ways and had Bradley to yourself for the rest of the evening. You burrowed your face into his chest and pressed a couple kisses to the column of his neck, suddenly desperate to touch him. It seemed Bradley was of the same mindset and carefully settled you on his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer and you shifted your attention to his lips. 

Somehow, the two of you wound up laying on the floor at the edge of the Christmas tree. The soft lights made Bradley’s brown eyes appear like pools of chocolate and you flushed. He groaned as you rolled your hips against his lap, already feeling the bulge forming in his jeans. Shit - were you going to fuck underneath the Christmas tree? Like properly fuck on the floor underneath the Christmas tree.

You started grinding against him, desperate to be closer, and then kissed along his neck in the hopes of leaving a reminder of this night for him. You peered up at the Christmas tree, lost in the beauty of the moment, when you suddenly noticed something. 

The presents.

The presents under the tree.

The three presents under the tree. 

Except…

There were only supposed to be two presents under the tree. One from each of you. You had been very clear about that right after Thanksgiving. Had even set a price limit.

Fuck. Oh, no. No, no, no. You pulled back and Bradley chased your lips with his own.

“Bubs! We said one present each!” 

He shrugged underneath you and kept rubbing his hands in soothing circles on your hips. “It’s nothing - well, it’s not nothing. But it’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while and I figured this would be a good time.”

“But - but I only got you one!” 

Oh god - oh god. You ruined it. You ruined Bradley’s Christmas. You knew you should’ve gotten him that Otis Redding vinyl, too. But a Theragun? What had you been thinking? That was such a dumb gift. So impersonal, so boring, so basic. It was on three different gift guides from the Strategist for fuck’s sake. You figured it would be good for his back while he was deployed, you knew it had been giving him a lot of trouble lately. But now that Bradley had given you two gifts? In two separate boxes? 

You didn’t think the ornament you’d gotten him counted as a separate gift. Tacking it onto the box was just something your family had always done.

Clearly noticing the panic on your face, Bradley sat up slightly. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s -”

“- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I knew I should’ve had a back up present for you-”

He said your name firmly and you looked up at him. “- You didn’t ruin anything, alright? Hey, why don’t you open it first and then we can talk about it, okay?”

“Okay…”

You reached out for the present like it was going to explode, barely even taking notice of how nicely it had been wrapped. (Granted, you were still you, so you did actually notice, but probably would have fawned over the quaint wrapping paper and grosgrain ribbon a bit more had you not already been wigging out.) Next to you, Bradley bit his lip as he watched you peel through the paper. Why was he so nervous? He always gave you the best presents.

At first, there was nothing but a small gift box. It wasn’t terribly heavy. And it definitely wasn’t jewelry. Mainly because any of the jewelry you actually would have liked was definitely not within the spending limit, which Bradley knew. But also, it just didn’t feel like jewelry. It couldn’t have been an ornament, he wouldn’t have been this nervous.

So, what the fuck was it?

You slid your finger underneath the flap of the box and popped the lid open. But then there was the tissue paper. Goddamnit, Bradley! Why was he so good at wrapping presents! You glanced up at him only to see that he was blushing. Properly blushing. Like pink neck, pink cheeks - hell, even the tips of his ears were pink - blushing. 

Unable to take the suspense a moment longer, you dove into the tissue paper to find -

“- A key?” Your fingers gently picked up the offending object, only belatedly noticing that the key fob matched your favorite work tote bag. 

Bradley nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask you to move in with me for ages, it’s just we had so much time until it would become an issue, but then I got deployed and I know your lease will just about be up by the time I get back in the spring. So, I figured now would be a good time to ask if you wanted to move in with me? But if you think it’s too soon, I can totally wait. However long it takes for you to be comfortable with it is fine with me - I just want to have my life with you.”

“Bubs…” your voice was thick. “I uhh -”

“- I always want to come home to you - if you’ll have me?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. You let out a disbelieving laugh. You would have Bradley Bradshaw in any way you could get him. He was your home.

You wiped away a wayward tear. “Bradley, this is - this is so unbelievably perfect. Yes, yes, I will move with you.”

He surged forward to kiss you and you temporarily forgot all your previous worries because Bradley wanted to move in with you. He wanted to share furniture and go grocery shopping for food that would go in the same fridge. He wanted to wake up beside you every single morning and come home to you every single evening and go to sleep beside you every single night. He wanted everything. And that’s what you wanted to give him.

“God, I love you so much.”

You never got tired of hearing him say that. “I love you, too. Sorry I made such a big deal about the presents…”

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve just put it in with the other gift, I get how it could have thrown you off.”

He was being nice and not pushing it for the moment, which you really appreciated. “Say, why don’t you open your gift from me and then I’ll open your other one?”

You crawled over towards the other two presents under the tree and gave the one that said to; rocketman to Bradley, while you took the other one with your name on it. It was decently sized and relatively light. The thing with Bradley that always made you nervous was that he gave the best presents.

For your birthday, he had not only organized a trip for the two of you out to Catalina Island, but he had also learned how to fucking sail Penny’s boat, so he could be the one to take you there himself. He had been so excited and had looked so cute in his white linen pants and navy blue button down and you swore you had never been more attracted to him. 

And then, for your six month anniversary, he had somehow gotten you two into Addison out in Carmel Valley for dinner and then followed that up with a trip to the drive-in to see a special showing of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Though to be fair, neither of you had paid as much attention to the movie as you had been too busy necking each other in the backseat of the Bronco.

In short, he was a prince among men. Well, except when he wasn’t. But that wasn’t often. So, you were excited, but wary to open his gift, knowing nothing could possibly top the house key.

You tore through the wrapping paper to find another box similar to the one from earlier, except this one was heavier. Beneath the tissue paper laid a thick white envelope and an apron in a Liberty pattern. Your smile grew as you opened the envelope and saw that Bradley had gifted you cooking lessons for the next three months.

“Bubs.” You nudged his shoulder. “This is perfect, thank you. The apron is super cute, too.”

Bradley chuckled. “Now you can stop wearing mine and hopefully stop burning risotto -”

“- It was one time!” 

“Yeah and you almost burned down your apartment.” You made a face and he made one right back before turning serious. “But I thought it would be nice, something for you to do while I’m gone.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’m excited and I’m gonna make you the best dinner you’ve ever had when you come home to me, alright?”

“It’s a date.” 

“Perfect, now open yours!” You pushed the present towards him. 

Bradley was one of those people that opened presents like they were going to save the wrapping paper, which meant he did it slowly and purposefully. This normally didn’t bother you, but you were already a little on edge from earlier and had to sit on your hands to stop you from ripping the paper off yourself.

First, he took off the little ornament you had affixed to the package. Harkening back to your first date, you had gotten him a Saturn V Rocket ornament to add to the tree, giving your rocketman something to aspire to.

He shook his head. “I’ll get there one day, sweetheart…” he said fondly. “Now let’s see what we have here.”

The nerves settled in your stomach again and you barely let him unwrap the present before you jumped on him with an explanation.

“Wait, is this one of those -”

“ - It’s a Theragun. I know I make fun of you for having a sore back and being old a lot, but I thought this could help when you’re deployed and I’m not around to tend to your every need,” you teased.

Bradley conceded a nod. “You do give good back massages…” You preened. “But I get these ads on my Instagram all the time, so this is perfect, thank you.”

“I figured it wasn’t something you’d buy for yourself and it’ll come in hand -”

“- I bet it’s a wicked strong vibrator - owww!”

“Bradley!” You giggled. Holy shit, you hadn’t even thought of that. There were like five different speeds on that thing and six different attachments. Fuck. “In that case, maybe I should keep it…”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He slid the box behind his back and you crawled over to steal it away from him.

But before you could wrap your arms around him, Bradley pulled you into his lap and eventually the Theragun was pushed away and the two of you were sprawled out on the floor making out like a bunch of horny teenagers again.

Goddamn - you really were gonna fuck underneath the Christmas tree, weren’t you? Now that would be the perfect memory for Bradley to take with him. Festive and fun and spontaneous.

His hands felt sinful as they crept up your thighs. It was like he was mapping out the slowest route to his destination, especially as they cupped your ass and ground your body against his. Suddenly, you let out a hiss as your elbow hit the hardwood floor, but quickly reassured Bradley that you were okay once he stopped to check in with you.

He whispered your name. “I need you so badly.”

“- Fuck, me too. Want you to take me right here -”

“- Owww,” Bradley let out a groan against your lips.

You immediately pulled back, concern lacing your features. “Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just - I don’t think we should do this on the floor?”

“But it’s very spur of the moment?” You glanced around the living room, past the Christmas tree and the wrapping paper from your respective presents. “What about the couch?”

“We just got it dry-cleaned - again.”

You sat further back on his lap and Bradley propped himself up on his elbows. Your wrap dress draped prettily over your bare thighs. “We can put a towel down?”

“Isn’t it upstairs?”

You made a face. “I could go get it? Or we could break out a new one?”

“Then I might as well come upstairs with you -”

“- But I want it to be spontaneous!”

He rolled his hips and you sighed. “We can be spontaneous upstairs…”

“Yeah, but…” You could feel the tears starting to form and your throat closing up.

Bradley tried to get in your line of sight after you ducked your head. “Hey, what is it? It’s alright.”

You sniffled. “I just want you to have some good memories before you leave and be spontaneous - especially since during the party I was pretty stressed and uptight -” The last word came out bitterly, but Bradley didn’t let you finish your sentence. 

“- Hey, none of that, alright? I knew you were a little stressed, but just chalked it up to the party. What’s really going on, sweetheart?”

You wanted to tell him. That you were going to miss him and wanted him to be able to think of the two of you doing all these fun and exciting and wonderful things before he left. That you didn’t want him to think of you crying and puffy eyed and sad. That you didn’t want him to think of you having sex in your bed, like any other night, but how you couldn’t even make it upstairs because you needed each other so much, so desperately and had to make due with the living room floor. 

Just say you were tired. Just say you were tired. 

But when Bradley took your hand and threaded your fingers together and started drawing circles across your palm, the tears came. And came and came and didn’t stop. You rubbed at your eyes with your free hand and repositioned yourself to lay beside him. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, come here.” Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders and let you rest your head on his chest. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, honey.” 

Once the tears slightly abated, you took in a deep breath to ground yourself. “I wanted everything to be perfect for you since you’re not going to be home for Christmas and all this stuff went wrong -”

“- Sweetheart, baby, no, no. It didn’t go wrong, everything went really really right.”

“Really?” you whispered.

Bradley chuckled. “Yeah, best Christmas I’ve had since - fuck, I can’t remember when. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you.

“I know it was dumb to be worried about it - and to let myself get upset over it - but I think I was just so focused on the party and the presents and making everything perfect because I don’t want to think too much about you leaving.” You sniffled. “And I feel like that makes me seem childish or like I can’t handle this - your job, I mean. But I’m really just going to miss you, so fucking much. And I’ve never felt like this before.”

The look in Bradley’s eyes after you unloaded all that made you feel ten times lighter and you regretted not saying anything earlier. 

“Sweetheart…” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “It’s definitely not dumb to be worried about stuff like that and I know you can handle all of this - I’m not worried in that respect. I just want you to know how much I appreciated every single thing you’ve done for me these last couple weeks trying to make sure I had a good Christmas. And I know it’s cliche to say, but it’s the goddamn truth - I don’t care what we do for Christmas as long as I get to spend it at home with you, alright?”

Your heart soared and you felt the tears forming again at his words. I don’t care what we do for Christmas as long as I get to spend it at home with you. Because in the end, that was all that really mattered. You just kept your reply simple. “Alright, rocketman.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You kissed him again. “I love you so much, bubs.”

“Even though I’m old and don’t think we should fuck on the living room floor?” 

You chuckled at his attempt to bring some levity into an otherwise heavy conversation. “Yes, Bradley. I love you even though you wouldn’t let me fuck you on the living room floor…”

This time, Bradley pulled you closer, so your body was spread out on top of him and kissed you, licking your bottom lip before opening your mouth up to him. His hands snuck underneath the skirt of your silk dress, skirting the edge of your panties. You sighed. His hands were calloused and a little rough, but they still touched you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

“Hold up, I never said I wouldn’t let you, I just said I don’t think - hey!” Bradley tried to fend off your tickle attack, but could only get a few words out between his giggles. “Stop, you know I’m old!”

Your ridiculously handsome, thirty-six year old, naval aviator boyfriend was giggling on the floor of your house because your were tickling his sides. If only you could show this version of Bradley to the Navy - maybe then they wouldn’t take him away from you at Christmas. Stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin. 

“Also, are you still upset that I got you two presents? Because if you are, can I just make you come once tonight? Level the field.”

You giggled. “Shut up.” Your kiss cut off any reply he had been about to give and you licked his bottom lip, coaxing open his mouth. 

“Uh, uh, uh.” You paused and tilted your head slightly to look Bradley in the eye. “Now, what did Santa ask earlier, huh? You been naughty or nice this year?”

There were two ways in which this could play out - with two different, though ultimately satisfying results. One would play out relatively quickly - and the other would ensure you were occupied all night. 

“Nice?” 

Bradley clicked his tongue. “Don’t know about that…”

“Why not? Haven’t I been good?” You pouted, completely exaggerated, which Bradley picked up on in an instant.

“Good girls don’t typically have to ask if they’ve been good…”

“Maybe I don’t want to be good tonight…”

Bradley sucked in a breath as you snuck your hand underneath his shirt and teased the waistband of his jeans. His skin was hot to the touch beneath your fingers as you unbuttoned his shirt. You leaned forward to press little butterfly kisses to his neck and gradually made your way down past the little tufts of hair on his chest. 

“Please touch me, sweetheart. Please.” 

There was a carnal need inside you to mark his skin. To give him proof of your love and need for him, so that he could look at the marks in the mirror until they faded. A kiss across his neck, a soft bite on his shoulder, another on his bicep by his tattoo. You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine. And I want everyone to know. 

“God, Bradley. You’re so beautiful,” you whispered against his skin. “So beautiful and all mine.”

Bradley let out a whine as your teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Fuck, I love you.”

His hands inched up your thighs, getting closer to the throbbing heat between your legs. Maybe it was the festive spirit, the fact that Bradley had asked you to move in with him, or that he was shipping out in 28 hours for three months, but you were pathetically wet already. Desperate and needy and as naughty as he had joked earlier. 

“I can feel the heat pouring off you, sweetheart.” 

“Can we go - ahhh - can we go upstairs, please?”

He pulled back slightly. “What happened to fucking on the living room floor?” he teased. 

“Don’t want to fuck up your old man back anymore - Bradley!” you cried out as he smacked your ass. 

“Old man, huh?” His smile was sinful and you were putty in his hands.

You widened your eyes, trying to appear contrite. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen - Bradley!” He cut you off again, but this time because he was tickling your sides and your giggles made it impossible to speak. “Ta-take me upstairs, bubs - please. Don’t - don’t want you to hold back.”

“Now how could I refuse that?”

Gradually, the two of you made your way upstairs to the bedroom, though with a couple of breaks in between for Bradley to press you up against the walls and on the staircase. You’d have bruises tomorrow, you were sure. But you wanted them to last - to be something to remember this night by for the weeks and months to come. 

You landed heavily on the bed, bouncing slightly, and peered up at Bradley. His bare chest was rising and falling steadily with each breath he took as he looked you over, like he was trying to memorize you. 

Without breaking eye contact, you rose to your knees and pulled at the pretty little bow tying your wrap dress. Hours ago, you’d felt self conscious about your body in front of everyone else, but at that moment you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Bradley’s eyes widened as he took in the way you slowly pushed the silk dress off your shoulders, leaving you only in your burgundy bra and panties. It wasn’t exactly a matching set, but the colors matched and that was enough for the two of you that night. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.”

Bradley lunged forward, causing you to fall back against the pillows and you wrapped your legs around his hips with a gleeful cry, which he promptly cut off with his lips. 

After spending ample time just kissing you and running his hands up and down your body, Bradley lavished attention on your breasts, licking and biting and sucking on them like a man possessed. Your nipples were peaked to attention, thanks to the slight chill in the bedroom and his thorough ministrations. With one hand, he paid special attention to the skin just below your nipple, rubbing his middle finger along the tender flesh while thumbing at the raised bud. Meanwhile, his other hand kept trekking downward towards your clit. 

“Oh god!” you cried out against his lips as he slid his fingers inside you and crooked them just right. 

“So fucking wet, sweetheart.”

Fuck. You could feel yourself clenching around him, desperate for something more. You were needy for him that night. Needy to have your boyfriend all to yourself. To give yourself to him completely. Your orgasm was well and truly building up inside you, but you wanted to come on his cock first. There would be plenty more opportunities that night to come apart in other ways. 

You’d work him all through the night if you had to just to get your fix before he left. The thought made you desperate. 

“Bu-bubs, please. I need more - need your cock inside me.” You pulled him closer, grazing your thighs against his throbbing cock. 

Bradley groaned. “Such a needy fucking thing, bucking against my fingers like that, huh?” You whined. “But I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow, yeah. Make sure you savor it.”

It sounded fucking sinful the way your cunt was sucking in Bradley’s fingers. He’d begun scissoring them inside you so as to not have to remove them just yet. 

More. More. More. You chanted the words mindlessly in your head. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

Finally, he pulled out his fingers and shamelessly dried them off on your breasts. “You ready?” You nodded frantically. “Don’t think either of us is gonna last long.”

No, you didn’t think so either. But you didn’t want to prolong this. You needed to be close to him and to know he was real and good and yours. At least for tonight. 

Knowing each other as you did, you raised your hips slightly, letting Bradley to slip inside you. You both moaned, you loving the stretch and him loving the tight warmth. You wrapped your arm around his neck, bringing his lips closer to yours, but not daring to lean in those final few centimeters to touch, and instead just breathed against each other. 

“Fuck,” you rasped against his lips, “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” He snapped his hips against yours and you cried out. “Gonna miss you.”

You ducked your head to swipe your lips across the scar on his neck. “Can’t wait for you to come home to me.”

Home. Home. Home. Bradley wouldn’t just be coming back to San Diego in three months: he would be coming home - to you. And to this great, big, beautiful house he wanted to share with you. And to the life he wanted to share with you. 

He groaned your name. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Can’t believe it’s happening.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you bridged the gap to kiss him. “Bubs, I’m so close, please.”

“Tell me how to get you there? I wanna wait for you.” 

If he kept saying things like that, you wouldn’t be too far behind. Without breaking eye contact, you brought Bradley’s hand down to your clit and he played with the sensitive nub. You keened against his hand, which was coupled with a particularly deep thrust of his cock. You felt that coil in your belly finally unraveling.

“‘M close, feels so good. Again…”

He repeated the action again and again, telling you how gorgeous you were as you took his cock and how much he loved you and needed you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Because for tonight you were.

With a strangled cry of his name, you came and true to his word, Bradley followed shortly after. Fuck. He felt so good. He made you feel so good, so full, so loved. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He peppered kisses up and down your neck and across your cheeks, before settling on your lips. The two of you sat there like that for a few moments, trying to even out your breathing and be as close together as possible. 

But eventually Bradley had to pull out and you whimpered at the loss. He settled you back against the pillows and then started cleaning you up with the towel in his nightstand. Before he got to your still leaking cunt, he scooped up some of your cum with his fingers and brought it to your lips. 

“Open.” You did so without a second thought and cleaned off his fingers, getting high off the taste of the two of you mixed together. “Good girl.”

Then you let yourself get settled underneath the covers. You could go to the bathroom in a few minutes because right now you wanted to be with Bradley. Your bodies were both hot and sticky underneath the white sheets, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else you wanted to be than in his arms. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much, bubs.” You cupped his cheek tenderly, like he would disappear at any moment. A nagging little voice at the back of your mind said that he would, in fact, do just that - on Monday morning. But that night he was yours. 

Bradley nuzzled your hand, eventually pressing a kiss to your palm. “It’s not too long, just three months.”

“Three months without you.” Kiss. “Without your singing.” Kiss. “Your cooking.” Kiss. “Your smile and your silly little mustache.” Kiss. Kiss. “Three months without you, rocketman.” 

Your eyes were swimming with tears, but they were properly dripping down Bradley’s cheeks. 

“But we still have tonight.”

You still had tonight. And you’d be in each other’s arms till the morning light. 

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Two weeks later, as you sat in your childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve, you were at once hit with a startling realization: it wasn’t your home anymore. It hadn’t been in years, really. Not since you’d officially moved out after college. But that fact had never been so apparent until you were waiting for the Facetime call to connect to Bradley. 

Your home was in San Diego with your friends and your job. Your home was with your boyfriend, snuggled up on the couch watching TV, perusing the aisles of the farmer’s market, watching him surf, and cooking dinner together. Your home was with Bradley. 

And you just wanted to be home - you just wanted Bradley. 

You had put on a brave face during Christmas Eve celebrations with your family - at least with your extended family. You had sung carols at church, helped Mary and your dad prep and lay out all the traditional Christmas Eve dishes, organized the Yankee Swap with your brother and Lauren, and had a few too many cocktails with your cousins. But as the last of your grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins had left and your dad had turned on NBC for the end of It’s a Wonderful Life, you had lost it. 

Properly, honestly, well and truly lost it. As in fat tears streaming down your face, snot clogging your nose, remnants of your mascara rimmed around your eyes lost it.

Goddamn Harry Bailey got to come home in time for Christmas! Harry got to toast to his “big brother George: the richest man in town.” Granted, George had basically just tried to kill himself, so the comparison wasn’t perfect - but still! Congressional Medal of Honor winner, Navy pilot Harry Bailey got to be home for Christmas! Why couldn’t Bradley? Fucking Navy. Fucking stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin. 

At the sight of your tears, Mary had just opened up her blanket and let you burrow against her side as she rubbed your back like she used to when you were a kid, while your dad had gotten you a cup of Sleepytime Tea. Eventually, once you had calmed down enough and they had said all the right words to soothe your heartache, you had kissed your dad and Mary goodnight  - Mary had hugged you a bit tighter than usual - and they both had told you to give Bradley their best during your Facetime call. 

They liked Bradley - a lot, actually. Of course, they’d given him a tough time when they first talked on the phone all those months ago, but by the time Bradley officially met them at Thanksgiving, it was like he’d known them for years. He just fit. 

He loved to talk to Mary about her history classes at Berkeley and how her students were doing. He had the same sense of humor as your dad and also loved the Patriots despite their recent offensive coordinator troubles. 

He just made you lighter and made things lighter. He fit. 

And you could only hope that one year he’d be able to come up to Berkeley with you to celebrate for the holidays instead of being all alone on an aircraft carrier somewhere in the Pacific. Fucking Navy. Fucking stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin.

Shit! The call was finally connecting. You felt tears in your eyes as you finally got to see your beautiful boy again. Though the picture was a little grainy, Bradley was sitting in what looked like one of the quiet rooms in your office, clad in his green flight suit. And he had the most wonderful smile on his face at the sight of you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, bubs,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t come out as thickly over Facetime as it did in your room.

For what felt like the longest time, but was probably only a few seconds, you stared at each other, just drinking in the other’s face. Bradley already looked tired. This was your first Facetime since he’d left two weeks ago. Normally, you talked over email - which was actually kind of fun. 

Early on in your relationship during a one week special detachment, you had unironically sent him a pretty formal email to check in:

Bradley,

Hope you’re settling in well. Let me know when it would be a good time to connect via FaceTime. I can put some time on my calendar whenever you’re free. I’m heading to an off-site in Raleigh on Thursday, so I’ll be on East Coast time. 

Miss you and stay safe,

x

It had even been from your PwC email address, which he never let you forget. But soon quasi-formal emails became your thing. They probably set off a bunch of red flags to the censor team and you had never sent one from your work email again, but it was fun. You’d even thought of a couple code words and phrases to use.

“You have a good night? How’s your dad and Mary? Tell them thanks again for the package.”

Your parents had had the idea to send everything they normally would have put in Bradley’s Christmas stocking to him on the carrier. He had emailed the three of you a picture of the package, received in perfect condition, on his bunk yesterday. You two had decided that he would open it while you were on your FaceTime call. It wasn’t anything particularly special, except for two small gifts you’d snuck in before bringing it to the post office, but you were excited and could tell Bradley was too.

You held your breath as he parsed through the Dr.Jart sheet masks, Churchill cigars, various Christmas themed candies, new electric toothbrush heads, and scratch cards until he got to the bottom of the stack where your two special presents were hidden.

“Now, what’s this?” He shot you a teasing glance as he opened the envelope. 

You remained tight lipped, just glad it hadn’t been opened by Naval mail security. Bradley slid the object out of the envelope and you could see his eyes widen, even over Facetime, as he realized what it was before he promptly turned it over and glanced around even though there was no one else in the room with him. 

“Shit - how’d you - how’d you take this?” He leaned back in his chair and stared at it, clearly a little in awe.

You felt your cheeks heating up. “Well, I know you have a couple on your phone, but figured an old fashioned one might be nice too - especially if you’re in a tech blackout or whatever it’s called. But do you really like it - seriously, you don’t have -”

“- No, I love it. You’re not getting this back from me.” You giggled. “But you gotta tell me how you managed to get the Polaroid in the shower with you and still get the soapy titties in the picture?”

“Can’t tell you everything, now can I?”

(Caroline had taken them for you. It truly had been a bonding experience and was honestly not half as sexy as Bradley was probably thinking. But you just smiled - more than content to keep that a secret from him.) 

“Well, it is very much appreciated. So, thank you, I love it, seriously.”

You tried to peer into the box from halfway across the world. “There should be one more thing in there from me - and you don’t have to use it, but I know something similar always makes me feel like you’re right next to me…”

Bradley gingerly unwrapped the final tissue paper package only to reveal a travel sized bottle of your perfume. You giggled, watching him spritz his wrist and breathe in the scent.

“Fuck…I’ve missed that.” 

You rested your cheek against your fist and just watched him. For a minute, it felt like he was right in front of you. It made you want to do something terribly cliche like hold your palm up against the screen and imagine you could feel the heat from his hand as he did the same thing back.

But instead Bradley just smiled at you and asked you all about your Christmas Eve activities.

So, you told him about sneaking outside to smoke with your cousins, drinking too much champagne, eating too much food made from your grandma’s recipes from the old country, getting an actually good gift in the Yankee Swap, and crying over Harry Bailey. And he just listened and smiled and asked questions at all the right parts and kept telling you how much he would have loved to do all that beside you next year. 

And then with your remaining five minutes of calltime, Bradley told you all the goings on aboard the ship and how he and Callie and Javy were doing and about the fancy dinner and breakfast planned for tomorrow.

But then the dreaded countdown clock on the side of the screen popped up, signaling you had thirty seconds left. By then, both of you had tears in your eyes as you tried to say goodbye until your next call.

“So, we’ll talk in two weeks, okay? Should be just after New Year’s, but keep emailing me. I love reading them when I get the chance.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye. “Of course, I’ll give you a full Christmas morning breakdown.”

Bradley chuckled, but seemed to glance at the countdown clock and sobered up. “I love you, I love you so much and I’m so happy I get to come home to you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too. Merry Christmas, bubs. Please come home.”

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a/n: sorry it took me so fucking long to write again, but a girl can only be so self indulgent! merry christmas, this taglist is shit sorry!

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[thirtyoneflirtingnoneanddying]

8.10

I’m a funny girl. Idk when I’m stoned I’m just like lololololol GIRL

Like I’ll give things a second thought and realize i’m playing around in a lil mouse trap. Why do I do this shit.

I just need to be aware of my thoughts and feelings so bad! I need to think more. I need to stand on my line and not move cause I’m not trying to get caught up in something detrimental.

Not saying that’s what’s happening but I just recognize those places where I get lost in the dream and I gotta like ground back in…

Idk. I think I’m justified in the lack of trust. Which is a big sign! There are just things that rub me wrong but I am interested to see what the truth is????

Cause once again, this is the last time. This is last strike territory. Waste my time now and it’s shame on me and big big deuces lol lifelong deuces

[viiisenyas]

Ahem. For that smutty prompt list: "sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions" forrrr Val/Artie, maybe? 😌

Send me filthy prompts!

#3. sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushion

“Love, I know I haven’t been here in a while,” Arthur started between kisses, “but I’m fairly certain there’s plenty of beds upstairs.”

“ Venhedis, I’ve been waiting for your return for months.” She pulled back to look at him, as she settled herself on the surface of the table. “I’m not waiting a moment longer.”

Valeriana reached for his belt, and pulled him closer, impatiently. Amell was slightly taken aback by her eagerness, and before he had a moment to ponder on exactly what had gotten into her, Valeriana slipped her hand between them to palm his growing erection through his trousers. His eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned softly as he involuntarily rutted against her hand.

Arthur kissed her with fervour, pushing her back against the table before her soft lips moved to his jaw. He let his hands wander to her breasts, kneading them through her embroidered gown.

Heat pooled into the pit of his stomach as she hastily began her attempts in unfastening the belt around his waist, and Arthur pulled back from her to pull the leather glove from his right hand with his teeth, and carelessly tossed it behind him.

He pulled the skirt of her dress above her knees, letting his bare hand roam against her soft thighs before he squeezed her arse. Valeriana moaned against his neck, and Arthur slipped his fingers beneath her knickers. Her breath hitched as he began to rub her clit in quick circles, and she let her head fall back against the table.

Valeriana clutched the sleeve of his coat, and she rolled her hips against his hand. Amell could feel her folds growing wetter as she moved, and he exhaled through his nose. His eyes became lidded with desire, and he plunged two fingers into her cunt.

Her chest rose as she arched her back, and he couldn’t help but lower his lips to her neck. He traced his tongue against her heated skin, and curled his fingers against her most sensitive spot. Her lips parted, and the lovely sound of soft moans spilled from her full lips.

“Maker’s breath, I’ve missed you.” Arthur murmured into her ear as he caressed her hair with his opposite hand.

As she began to tremble, Arthur pulled his hand from her and while she emitted a frustrated huff. Her emerald eyes cracked open, and she shot him a glare. Amell offered no reply, and simply pulled her hips toward the edge of the table, kicking the chairs aside as he ignored the sharp groans against the marble tiling.

He nudged her thighs apart before he knelt in front of her. Before she could react, he dipped his head between her thighs, gently hooking her leg over his left shoulder while he pushed the other to the side.

Amell looked up to meet her lustful gaze and offered a smile before he pushed the skirt of her gown above her hips and began to tease her inner thighs with his tongue. A small giggle erupted from her as his stubbled cheek tickled her skin. He took the opportunity to remove his other glove, and he kissed her folds through the fabric of her knickers.

He reached up to cup her breast, squeezing gently as he slipped her smalls to the side, and he slowly tasted her cunt.

His tongue swirled around her clit as he inched his fingers into her once more. He let his eyes fall shut as he savoured the taste of her, and he closed his lips around the bundle of nerves while he began to move his fingers faster.

Her cries reverberated within the vast dining hall, and Valeriana trembled. Heat bloomed in her core as she edged closer towards euphoria, and Arthur curled his fingers against her spot.

“Arthur…” She gasped, tangling her fingers into his hair.

“Come for me, love.” He murmured against her before flattening his tongue against her clit.

Her cheeks flushed, and her slick coated his fingers as she clenched around them. Her thighs quivered when she finally tumbled over the edge. Amell slipped his fingers from her centre, and slowly ran his tongue over her sensitive folds, chuckling softly as her body tremored.

He pressed his lips against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses to her calf before he moved to hover above her. Amell kissed her with urgency as settled his hips between hers, and he began to rut against her.

Her hands wandered to the buckle on his collar, and she began to unfasten it, impatiently. As she attempted to push the scale mail coat from his shoulders, she quickly realised that it was still fastened to his arms.

“Maker’s breath, why are there so many buckles?!” She huffed with frustration against his lips, earning a low chuckle from the Warden-Commander.

“I’ve never known you to be so impatient, Val.” He teased, offering a crooked grin.

Valeriana returned his smile for a moment before she firmly grasped the back of his neck. “Take off your fucking armour.”

His cock twitched from the intensity of her stare, and he obliged her request as he pushed his weight off the table. In his enthusiasm, he struggled in his attempts to remove the heavy belt from his waist, and his cheeks reddened as she giggled softly. Amell finally managed to pull it free after a moment, and it clattered to the ground, forgotten as his coat and tunic soon followed with an equal amount of effort.

As he began to unlace his trousers, Valeriana slipped her knickers off, and tossed them aside. He kissed her hard as he pushed her back against the table, and rested on his elbows. He settled his hips between hers. He pulled his cock free before he began rutting against her once more.

She slipped her hand between them and grasped him. He inhaled sharply, and involuntarily thrust into her hand as she guided him into her wet folds.

Arthur’s eyes fell shut as he pushed into her, emitting a low groan against her lips. He exhaled through his mouth, shakily at the sensation and his breath fanned against her face. Breathing deeply, he slowly inched himself inside of her as he savoured the soft feeling of her cunt tightening around him.

Valeriana wrapped her legs around his waist as she caressed his scarred cheek, moaning softly. Amell rested weight on his forearms as he began to move at a slow rhythm. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against her neck before he slipped his hand beneath the plunging neckline of her gown to cup her breast.

As he ran the pad of his thumb against her nipple, he began to thrust more deliberately. Her lips fell open when cock brushed against her spot, and he grazed his teeth against her skin. A familiar warmth grew in the pit of his belly, and his muscles tightened when he felt her trembling against him.

“Does that feel good, love?” He panted against her skin, and she nodded fervently, unable to form coherent words.

Amell leaned forward and nipped her earlobe with his teeth before slipping his fingers between them. He teased her clit, rubbing circles, and she shivered. Her cries echoed within the confines of the dining hall. Her cheeks flushed, and Arthur groaned when she clenched around his length. His rhythm became erratic, and Valeriana shuddered against him. She let out a string of curses as she came undone, and his hips stuttered. He groaned softly in her ear as he spilled into her.

Arthur rested his forehead against hers, and Valeriana shivered from his wandering hands.

The two were still for a moment, listening to each other’s breathing until he slipped his softening length from her centre and began trailing kisses from her collarbone to her neck. Her eyes met his half-lidded gaze, and he kissed her tenderly. As she brushed her nose against his, Arthur hummed contentedly, running his fingers through her crimson hair.

“Welcome home, amatus.” She murmured.

[chaerypop]

— yeonjun, beomgyu, and taehyun as your classmates

aka what it would be like if yeonjun, beomgyu, and taehyun sat next to you in class.

featuring. yeonjin x reader, beomgyu x reader, taehyun x reader, fluff, school au, platonic, not meant to be taken seriously lololololol

note: hey lol i'm back after like a week. this has been sitting and rotting in my drafts for like ever, and i really wanted to post it 'cause i was tired of seeing it being useless, but i didn't know what to write for kai and soobin. so my solution was to take them out ☺ feeling kinda bad about it though </3 this is lowkey kind of cringe tho skhsksjskdjfkg

— yeonjun

he's that cool, rowdy guy that everyone is friends with. you've never spoken to him, and he seems like an arsehole, but he's actually pretty nice to you. he often asks to borrow your pencils and never gives them back. he's always in the back of the class talking with his friends, and he laughs really loudly around them. they're always playfully fighting each other and putting each other in headlocks. he definitely pulls out his phone during class and plays games on it, always tapping your shoulder and being like, "y/n, y/n! look at the highscore i got! i'm so good at this, right?" the teacher is always threatening to take his phone away right after though. he always sleeps during class, but somehow has 100% on all of his homework. overall, he's pretty chill and he won't annoy you too bad.

— beomgyu

he's like that really cool, angsty loner(??) that kind of rotates to different friend groups, none of which he's apart of, but he just likes to insert himself in their conversations, and walks away once he's gotten bored of them. he likes to hang around the "cool kids" the most just to make fun of them *cough cough* yeonjun. you've hung around him before and have bumped into him in the halls a couple times, but you've never really talked to him. for some reason, all of the girls swoon over him for being "mysterious" and stuff. he's pretty playful when you actually start talking to him. he taps your shoulder during tests to have you watch him spitball someone. probably does finger guns to you after telling a bad joke. he's enjoyable to be around and you'll definitely be talking to him more.

— taehyun

a role model student. all of the teachers love him, they think he's just an angel, but he's secretly just a little twat, but none of the teachers ever believe it when someone points fingers at him. he gets off the hook with no punishment, and he has that annoying smug smile on his face. he can be nice, and he is! but only when he wants to be, and thank god he's cool with you. he'd write you notes in the middle of class, asking you how your day was, or just give you the answers to a quiz. he'll invite you to sit with him at lunch and just talk shit about the other kids in your class. in all honesty, he's pretty fun to gossip with, and a way for you pass all your quizzes.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Interlude - after the diner (WATJP)

for @isinkwiththeship

September 21st, 2017

Lily Evans: FFS James

James Potter: ???

Lily Evans: I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes Your lap can't be THAT interesting

James Potter: i'm sorry!!! i'm trying not to lose it at stebbins constantly mispronouncing the word kinsmen and sirius is definitely TRYING to make me lose it so i can't look up or i'll look at him and i will

Lily Evans: Which Stebbins is that even, do you know? Honestly can't tell them apart

James Potter: whichever one of them thinks this play is that fucking colin firth movie

Lily Evans: HAH The way neither of us are even IN this play for ages

James Potter: omg i know what the fuck??!! alone with my thoughts til act 2 scene 3 thanks a lot BILLY

Lily Evans: And your basket, don't forget.

James Potter: i would never forget my trusty basket

Lily Evans: Woven from the reeds of angels

James Potter: containing my various pieces of religious iconography what do friars carry with them anyway?

Lily Evans: Probably nothing, they're supposed to take vows of poverty

James Potter: so i can't wear a gold chain or use my ps4 as a prop for his cell, is what you're saying

Lily Evans: They take vows of chastity too

James Potter: jesus no wonder he's wandering around by himself, talking about plants

Lily Evans: With his basket

James Potter: with my basket i'm so borrrrredddd we're not even needed!

Lily Evans: The entire fucking cast are basically in 1.1 and here we are Sat here like lemons

James Potter: two of the most important characters in the play

Lily Evans: And were we given trailers? NO!

James Potter: just cast aside like yesterday's rubbish

Lily Evans: At least we both get to appear on stage before Helena Hodge does

James Potter: hahaha yeah i bet she's furious she's been raging at pete because mary said she'd have to strap her chest down and wear trousers

Lily Evans: Well yeah, she's playing a boy

James Potter: that's what she's mad about she says she doesn't want to play a boy because she won't get a sexy costume

Lily Evans: FFS, what does she think, that any girl in Verona in the 14th century was hanging around in her chamber like "gonna set my cleavage from stun to kill during my chaste walk with the suitor my father chose for me later lololol"

James Potter: weird, that's what i say to myself every day before i leave the house

Lily Evans: I knew it!

James Potter: i’ve been rumbled

Lily Evans: So proud of you for not letting your lack of cleavage stop you from living your sexy dreams

James Potter: avery thy gaze, please, my eyes are up here

Lily Evans: Whoops!

James Potter: lololololol

[emsvegetables]

“Hi !! I’m greatly in love with your works and I was wondering if I could request scenarios for Ushijima & Iwaizumi as fathers. You can change the scenario if you don’t like it but I’d love to see their reactions to their daughter introducing them to her volleyball player boyfriend. Sorry if this doesn’t make alotta sense and thanks in advanced if you write my request !! Keep up the good work & stay safe :D”

hi anon!!!! I presume that you want it in a hc format??? But i hope i wrote it okay!!! Thank you, and stay safe too!!! <3

Ushijima:

* He’s such a dad(dy)

* He honestly loves you so much, and when he realises that you’re pregnant, it’s the first time you see such a big, silly smile spread across his face.

* He’s going to carry you around everywhere when you’re pregnant, and he’s going to make sure you’re out of harms way whenever he’s with you.

* He’s carrying everything for you too!!! Water bottle? It’s no longer on your hands, it’s found it’s way into his bag. Powerbank? He’s stowing it away in a zipper.

* The only thing he’ll let you carry if your wallet and phone LOL.

* And when your baby pops out????

* That big, silly smile is returning, and he’s lacing his fingers with yours as he smile down at your little girl.

* In the anime and manga, you can see Ushijima’s dad teaching Ushijima volleyball!!!!!!!!

* You can bet that Ushijima’s teaching your little girl how to play volleyball the moment she can stand up and walk around.

* There are days where you’ll be laying in bed, and you’ll hear giggles down at the front yard, and when you peer your head out of the window, your daughter’s happily laughing as Ushijima smiles at her and receives a ball.

* He’s so soft for you and her, honestly.

* There’s nothing that he won’t do for the both of you.

* He brings your daughter and you to all of his games and tournaments bc he’s a professional volleyball player, and he’s always smiling whenever he sees the two of you by the stands, waving and cheering at him.

* And when his little girl first heads for high school???? He’s holding your hands tightly as the both of you wave goodbye to her.

* That’s the first time you see him shed a tear.

* And when she gets to join the girl’s volleyball team????

* He’s dragging you to go to all her games, and everyone’s so shocked when he appears bc SHIT, that girl’s father is THE USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI???????????

* And when he cheers for her, he’s voice is the loudest, and reverberates around the entire stadium, and everyone else falls silent.

* Your daughter is so embarrassed LOL

* But she always smiles at her father after she gets a spike in, and you always see him shoot a small smile back.

* ONE DAY, your daughter tells you that she’s bringing home someone for dinner that day.

* And you’ve obviously been a girl her age before, so you’re like 👀 okay, Ushiwaka 2.0.

* Ushijima doesn’t know, LMAOOOOOOO, he was in the toilet when she tells you that.

* Can you imagine the look on his face when your daughter says that there’s one more person that’s coming when he asks whether they can have dinner yet.

* ITS THAT FACE. THAT CALM, BUT LOOKS LIKE HES GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE FACE.

* When your daughter opens the front door and ushers in a boy that smiles at her, his eyebrows furrow just a bit and you have to hold back a laugh.

* Then the boy catches sight of Ushijima and his smile instantly melts away and he looks like he was going to wet his pants LOL

* “Hi, Mr and Mrs Ushijima.”

* You’re smiling and waving at that guy, because someone has to be the good cop here.

* Then Ushijima puts out a hand for the guy to shake, and when the guy nervously shakes his hands, you swear you see Ushijima’s hands clamp down on his.

* DID YOU HAVE TO CALL THE AMBULANCE BECAUSE SOME BOY WAS ABOUT TO BREAK ALL THE BONES IN HIS HANDS????????????

* “Dad.”

* Your daughter is saying in that voice of hers, and Ushijima finally relents and beckons the boy to sit.

* HAH THATS THE FIRST TIME you see Ushijima not eat his usual portion of dinner, instead opting to observe that poor, unfortunate boy.

* “Dad, do you know (poor boy’s name) plays volleyball? He was recruited for the U19 national volleyball team for practice.”

* Then you see a click flip in Ushijima’s mind.

* His eyes widen, and his stance relaxes, just the slightest.

* TBH THIS ENTIRE TIME HE WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE TO THE BOY BUT HE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MAKE CONVERSATION LOLOLOLOL

* So he starts talking to the boy about what he knows best: VOLLEYBALL!!!!!

* The boy and him get along swimmingly, and your daughter is prodding you in the arm.

* “Mom, does that mean Dad’s okay with (poor turned happy but awkward boy’s name)?”

* You smile at her, and ruffle her hair.

* “Why don’t you ask daddy later.”

Iwaizumi:

* HES SUCH A DAD(DY) TOO RIRIFIFJDK

* When you tell him your pregnant, his eyes widen just the slightest, and he’s picking you up and spinning you around.

* “ARE YOU SERIOUS, (Y/N)???????”

* Then he puts you down and is looking at you worriedly.

* “Oh shit, did i hurt little (Y/N)???”

* He’s pressing his head to your belly and listening for any sounds.

* WHAT A CUTE IDIOT.

* He’s instantly making sure you don’t do any chores in the house, and he’s lifting any heavy thing for you.

* He’s also installing anti-slip mats in the bathroom because he doesn’t want you to fall!!!!!!!!

* Whenever you guys go out he makes sure to always hold your hand so he can pull you out of danger if necessary.

* And when little (Y/N) comes out, he’s crying.

* Like, this man loves you so much?????? And now he has two (Y/N)s to love?????????? He can’t even talk anymore.

* He’s the sweetest, honestly.

* Whenever your little girl wants to play, he’s abandoning whatever he was doing at that moment to play with her.

* Fake tea party? He’s a princess ready to thank her for inviting him.

* Superhero fight? He’s picking her up and running throughout the house, bringing her to a stop in front of you to let her shoot you with fireballs.

* There are days where you wake up to the fresh smell of eggs and bacon and the sounds of giggle and laughs, and you’ll pad out of the room to see her helping him cook.

* RIRIIFFJ I LOVE HIM FIRIFIFID

* When he sees his little girl in her high school uniform, he’s so damn PROUD.

* He’s happily waving at her with his hands held tightly on your waist, and when she’s out of view he’s burrowing his head into your shoulders and crying a little.

* HE JUST LOVES THE BOTH OF YOU SO MUCH RIRIFIF

* When your little girl joins the girl’s volleyball team and becomes setter (thanks to her GREAT uncle Oikawa), Iwaizumi’s making sure he’s bringing you to all of her games.

* “(Y/N) LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!”

* He’s screaming himself hoarse when she dumps the ball in front of the team.

* When she laughs and waves at him he’s beaming with pride.

* But he’s not beaming with pride when your daughter brings home her boyfriend one day.

* He’s muscles are tense, and his eyes are narrowed.

* It’s the face that appears whenever Oikawa pissed him off back in high school.

* When he was ready to hit someone.

* You have to whisper in his ears to tell him to relax before he actually forces out a smile.

* Because as much as he wants to beat that boy up, he wants to be supportive towards his little girl.

* “Mr and Mrs Iwaizumi.”

* The boy politely greets, and you have to whisper into Iwaizumi’s ears that hey, at least the boy is polite!!!

* He sighs, and reaches out a hand to shake with the boy’s.

* LMAO ITS UNINTENTIONAL, BUT HES INSTANTLY USING HIS BEST GRIP ON THAT POOR BOY.

* “Dad.”

* That tone of your daughter’s causes him to sigh, and release the boy’s hands.

* He invites the boy to another room to have a ‘nice’ chat with him after dinner, and your daughter keeps asking you if her boyfriend will be okay.

* THEYRE HAVING AN ARM WRESTLE IN THE NEXT ROOM LOLOLOLOLOL

* Okay when the boy loses, because Iwaizumi’s doing his BEST to pin that hand down, Iwaizumi at least respects that the boy had enough power to resist him for half a minute.

* “You take care of (your daughter’s name), got it, boy?”

* “Yes!!! Sir!!”

ahhh i hope it’s okay anon!!! hope you enjoy!!!

[shirtlesssammy]

15x03: The Rupture

Then:

Long Live the Queen

Now:

We start right where we left off. Hunters are guarding the failing perimeter, while our team heads back to the crypt to perform Rowena’s spell. They set to salting the place while Rowena casts her spell. It starts to reinforce the barrier, but then things start to flicker and Rowena is knocked back in a blast. The spell didn’t work.

There are too many ghosts and they’re too strong. Dean suggests killing as many ghosts as possible before the wall falls, but Rowena scoffs at the idea. Belphegor walks off and Cas follows him. Dean gets all soldier mode and starts yelling about not giving up. 

*Samwitch Alert* Sam, ever the mediator, hunkers down next to Rowena to ask if she needs anything. He rests his hand gently on her shoulder and they share meaningful looks. 

Meanwhile, Bel and Cas wander the graveyard. Bel tells Cas, “You can’t even look at me.” Put a pin in that comment. They wander to the hell mouth. 

Sam and Dean discuss strategy. Dean’s pissed at God. (*AHEM*). He’s not going down without a fight. Sam is distracted, staring at a lovely framed Rowena looking at the Book of the Damned. 

Bel has an idea. He suggests finding Lilith’s Crook, a horn Lilith used to keep order with all the demons in Hell that she sent to Earth.

If they get it and use it, they can draw all the ghosts and demons that are now topside, back to Hell. Rowena has a spell of her own devising to close the hole in the ground. (Crack thought: This is a healing spell. Maybe she’ll use it on herself to heal her own wound.) The spell only takes a couple ingredients, and she’ll need an assistant. She says this while looking at Cas, but then says, “Dibs on Samuel.” Lololololol. That’s right, girl, he’s all yours. 

Someone will also have to lob the spell bomb over the edge of the tear. Belphegor then pipes up asking for help in Hell. “I want protection. Muscle.” Without a beat, Dean responds, “Yeah, Cas’ll go.” And Cas’s look of WTF sums things up quite nicely. Cas has been to Hell before. I mean, yes, uurgh, saving your sorry ass from it, Dean (ok, I’m on no Dean hate-train but it’s easy to lash back at him when he’s being this way.) “Well, it sounds like I don’t have a choice.” I feel like all three members of Team Free Will uttered something along those lines tonight and I’m not well. Dean says, “Go team.” There’s no free will in this house. 

Ketch is still in the hospital and is visited by the demon, Ardat. Things don’t go well. (Remember in Temple of Doom when they ripped a still beating heart out of someone and an entire film industry created a whole new rating because of it? Now they’re just showing this shit on network TV at 7pm. What a time to be alive.) (Also, good riddance Ketch. You killed Eileen and I’ll never forgive you.)

Belphegor continues to needle Cas with the idea that he’s not wanted by the Winchesters. Cas tries to ignore him. Cas asks how they get down there. Belphegor isn’t sure and walks closer to the edge to look over. Cas pushes him over the edge and a good time was had by all. Cas jumping in after him, not so much fun. 

Bleached hair hunter (what’s her name, she seems cool and I hope she sticks around) shows up with all the spell ingredients for Rowena. Dean reveals that he DOES know about Harry Potter. 

Dean hears from Ketch, but it’s not Ketch, and Dean spills their entire plan to Ardat. Question: If Castiel is spelled with one ‘s’ but his nickname is spelled ‘Cass’, why wouldn’t Belphegor’s nickname be ‘Bell’? (Why yes, I do like to rehash centuries old fandom sticking points.) 

Cas and Belphegor wander around a very quiet Hell. Everyone is topside apparently. 

Belphegor tells Cas that he thinks he’s growing on Sam and Dean, “like a cancer.” Cas tells him that they’re using him and that he shouldn’t mistake that for care (AAGHH, stop). They find Lilith’s vault. 

Inside the vault, they discover a demon happily looting the place. He greets Belphegor cheerfully. Looting is fun! When the other demon doesn’t have the horn, however, Cas kills him immediately. Cas is SO DONE. Belphegor leads Cas to the box containing Lilith’s crook and we learn that it’s warded by an Enochian hymn praising Lucifer. How very on brand for Lilith! She was also the only one who could read Enochian so, Belphegor points out, it’s a damn convenient thing that Cas came along on this trip to Hell. 

Cas tries to recite the incantation on the box but it fails. Belphegor points out that perhaps it ought to be sung. We as a fandom are then ROBBED of Misha singing the entire incantation. (CC: Shaving people punting things? After a suitable mourning period, of course.)

Dean sets up next to the Hell pit while inside, Sam’s torn between fighting alongside his brother and performing the quieter (but essential) magics inside. THIS SCENE -- this tiny line represents so much of what I hope for Sam’s journey this season. That he’s described as a witch by Rowena, that he’s GOOD at this and leadership… There’s so much potential just waiting below the surface for Sam to give voice and form. “And magic isn’t fighting?” Rowena asks him as he frets. “[Dean’s] doing his part; it’s time for you to do yours.” GUH

In Hell, Cas pulls out the crook. It is indeed a sheep’s horn. He’s about to hand it over when he’s tossed across the room. It’s Ardat! She’s been onto Belphegor since the gates flew open, suspecting that he’d try to take over Hell. Cas and Ardat fight, Ardat arguing that Belphegor’s aspirations are much higher than he lets on. Belphegor kills Ardat and Cas confronts him about her claims. Belphegor laughs and then casts Cas from the vault. 

He crows over his victory to Cas. The crook is a siphon that can pull all the souls into him, giving him godlike power. Cas realizes that every move by Belphegor has been carefully planned to somehow get Cas down to Hell with him to open the chest and get him the horn. WHERPS.  As Belphegor blows the horn, the Earth and Hell resonate with it. Cas struggles against a forceful wind to try to get back into the vault and stop Belphegor. 

For That Shirt Barely Survived Science

In the crypt, Sam and Rowena join hands and start the spell.

They chant together. Sam turns away for a moment to look towards the door, no doubt wondering what’s going on outside. Rowena calls him to task with a gentle smile and “Sam.” GUH that’s what finally broke me. (Boris has always been the more ardent Samwitch shipper but this gentle remonstrance really did me in.) The spell ignites. Dean’s hex bag glows and he hurls it into the pit. Belphegor fills with souls. It’s happening! All the things!

And then Cas tackles Belphegor and the horn ceases abruptly. He punches Belphegor again and again. (It has been a VERY trying couple of days.)

Upstairs, something’s wrong. The rift continues to crumble but Rowena looks…afraid. 

Cas is interrupted from punching Belphegor by the demon pleading for mercy in Jack’s voice. “It’s me. Jack.” UGH fucking demons. Cas is visibly tormented by this. He spreads his hand, hesitates, then summons his grace. It...FLICKERS. (Ruh roh) Still, it ignites enough for him to press his palm to Belphegor’s forehead - to Jack’s forehead - and smite him. (Ever since that Shaving people promo, I’ve been expecting Jacks’ body to burn but I never imagined that Cas would have had to be the one to do it. What a horrible, traumatic thing. Excuse me while I wrap Cas in a blanket, then myself, then Boris, then all of you readers.) (Boris: *crying noise, crying noise*)

Sam and Dean compare notes over the phone. The crack is closing but “something doesn’t feel right.” That old hunter instinct is correct, because things are about to get even worse. Rowena wanders across the room while Sam is on the phone. He looks over in time to see her STAB HERSELF in the shoulder. She pulls out her resurrection sachet. “Won’t need that where I’m going.” 

Rowena bitterly explains that they’ve bungled their last option. Or, penultimate option. There’s one more spell she can use to contain the souls. “Death is an infinite vessel,” she explains. “It draws its power from its caster.” Tears linger on her cheeks as she reveals that there are only two ingredients: her “still-coursing blood and the last is my final breath.” She’ll absorb all the spirits and after a time, her body will break down and release them all to Hell where they belong. (She will also, of course, be trapped there AND dead which SUCKS BIG TIME.) 

Sam tries to talk her out of it but she doubles down. She needs to die and Sam’s the one who must do it. “My real, permanent demise is in your hands. It’s in Death’s books.” Sam tries the “screw fate” argument on her but it doesn’t fly.

Outside, Cas reemerges from the pit and Dean confronts him about the shaky spell. Cas explains that he had to kill Belphegor and the crook was destroyed, and Dean handles it with his customary grace. JK Dean flips the fuck out. 

Rowena says something incredibly intriguing to me, then. Rowena tells Sam that she wouldn’t kill herself for the sake of anybody, but she would do it for prophecy. For magic, to which she’s devoted her life. (I’m looking directly at Billie here, who chose to reveal the agent of Rowena’s demise to her. Who MEDDLED and helped bring this about. Billie! What’s your game? Call me!) Sam tries to pull away from Rowena, who has gripped his hand and pressed the knife to her gut. “We’ve gotten quite fond of each other, haven’t we?” she asks and places a friendly hand on his shoulder. I’d love to write that suddenly PUPPIES ran into the crypt and they played with them for the rest of the episode but…

Rowena tearfully commands Sam to kill her, weighing her life against the fate of the world and the survival of Dean. She pushes AAAALLL of Sam’s buttons. Sam embraces her and stabs her right in the gut at the same time. She forces him to look her in the eyes afterward. “That’s my boy,” she tells him and I take a crying break from this recap because this performance is too goddamn much. 

And just like that, the first ingredient is in play. Rowena walks from the crypt in her flowing pink gown like a stained rose and souls fly into her. She strides to the edge of the pit and looks at Team Free Will one last time before saying, “Goodbye, boys.” She throws herself down into the depths of Hell. The ground seals behind her. It’s done. 

For Buffy Summers “Death is your gift” Science

In the bunker Dean’s footsteps echo down an empty hallway. He checks in on Sam, who’s sitting sorrowfully in his room. Sam brushes away tears before turning to face Dean and I’m basically dead right now. 

Dean drops a quick recap: the town is safe, Hell is closed, Ketch is dead. Dean tries to rally Sam. They beat Chuck’s final apocalypse. Hooray?

Afterwards, Dean throws a giant taco party for all their hunter friends. JUST KIDDING! Dean drinks hard liquor alone in the library when Cas comes in.

Cas asks how Sam’s doing and Dean is just…so angry. Dean asks Cas why he didn’t stick to the plan. Cas defends his decisions. “Something always goes wrong.” 

Dean rejoins with: “Why does that something always seem to be you,” and I’m feeling sudden empathy for Ketch, for I have also just had my heart ripped out of my chest and held, still beating, up to my face. 

“You used to trust me. Give me the benefit of the doubt.” But that’s no longer the case. Cas winds through the issue quickly, with spare words. He’s tried to talk to Dean about what he’s going through, about his failing powers, but Dean freezes him out. Dean still blames him for Mary’s death. Cas realizes it now fully, perhaps. He is DEAD to Dean. This is all delivered so softly. So TERRIBLY softly.

Dean meets this all with utter silence. He is so emotionally shut down, he can’t even shout anymore. There are no broken lamps. It’s just one non-functioning Dean with no words and bare flickers of eye contact.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say,” Cas concludes and turns to go. 

Finally, Dean speaks. “Where you going?”

“Jack’s dead. Chuck is gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it’s time for me to move on.” Dean speaks not a word, doesn’t move a muscle, and Castiel turns and walks out the door. And just like that, Team Free Will fractures.

We’re back to Sam and Dean against the world, and doesn’t everybody just…feel great?

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Oh, My Still-Beating Quotes:

Get me close to the epicenter, find me a nice protected ghost free space. I’ll patch those crumbling walls right up and we’ll all be home for high tea.

I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word

To put it in American action movie terms, you’ll be carrying the bomb, I light the fuse, you toss it in

Oh Cas, your voice, it’s like an angel

I’ll be a god. Or, you know, close enough

I know this in my bones. It has to be this way.

I know we’ve gotten quite fond of each other, haven’t we?

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[dreamcaughtme]

One last mx post

Sorry to all my mutuals who aren’t MX lovers loooool

I just wanted to be melodramatic and share a little bit about why I love Monsta X and have been joining the fight on their behalf~~

A little over a year ago, I was working in a country foreign to me at an orphanage. I was caring for five teenagers (maybe part of why I am a Kihyun gal lololololol we’ve both basically been moms.), and I was working with someone who was very manipulative and controlling. Like, the day after I got food poisoning and was hooked up to IV’s, she still demanded I come into work so she could have the day off. I digress. I developed what I now acknowledge was an eating disorder as a way of coping with stress. I was miserable. I hardly ate, and I ran 5-8 miles every night to make up for the little bit that I did eat. I won’t tell you how much weight I lost, but it was significant.

Around that time, I discovered Monsta X. They delighted me for several reasons: I hardcore relate to Wonho’s sensitivity and affection (that kid is ME), Kihyun and Changkyun’s brand of humor is literally the same as mine on every possible level, and their music energized me on days when I was so starved I could barely drag myself out of bed. But instead of letting my interest in them turn into an unhealthy obsession, like most of my interests at the time did, I channeled the positivity and laughter they inspired into productive, healthy outlets. I started hiking not to burn calories but to see the world. I started cooking not to ensure I had total control over my house’s food but because I liked being generous and bringing people joy with cookies and breads and enchiladas (not only bc of Kihyun I promise!!!!! Lololol). I started eating proteins after my daily runs so that I could build muscle and replenish the energy I’d expended (wouldn’t Wonho be proud?!?!). I returned to writing poetry, and this time, it wasn’t full of self-loathing. I started composing my own music and shared it (and recorded it!!!!) with a friend. I started praying way more—I’m a Christian—-and experienced great rejuvenation through that.

I’m not gonna stand here and say Monsta X singlehandedly did that in my life. I also had my prayers and a great support system and the inspiration of recovering for the girls I took care of. But Monsta X played a huge role in the beginning of my recovery because they brought my laugh back. That was huge.

Also!!! I was super scared that my recovery wouldn’t continue after my time at the orphanage ended and I accepted a new position in Tokyo, but guess what!!! I’m stronger than ever before. It was my secret dream to see MX in concert now that I’m in Tokyo, but none of us obviously know how that’s going to turn out exactly. I loved this last comeback because I was actually in the same time zone as Korea and awake when it dropped lololololol. Monsta X still continues to bring me laughter and energy as I continue to recover.

Even if this all turns out nightmarishly, we’ve got each other, and we’ve got the joy of knowing we demonstrated to these boys how special they are and how much we care. That in and of itself is enough reason to keep fighting. Also cheers to me for talking about Kihyun 90 times in this post when it was supposed to be about Wonho.

Thanks! I love you all 💕 Here is a photo of happy, healthy me!

[frizzyanya]

The Untamed Episode 27, My Commentary!

Spoilers below!

THIS PARASOL THOUGH.

STILL THE BEST THING EVER.

I absolutely can’t. The camera just went to a wide view and they’re in the darkness, and everything is pretty much dark, except LWJ who is lit up like there’s a spotlight on him, like a heavenly angel.

LWJ is so stoic all the time, I can’t tell his feelings/thoughts. Is he conflicted? I genuinely don’t know.

“LZ, if I finally have to fight with them, I would prefer to fight with you. If I am doomed to death, at least I could be killed by you, that would be worth it.” WWX WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM.

LWJ looks…..sad? Idk. I think “sad” for him = eyes downcast, though I can’t really read his emotions otherwise. Anyway, he’s turning away and declining WWX’s invite.

Okay NOW he looks sad. He looks so...lost. Heartbroken.

OH MY GOD HE’S CRYING, MY BABY.

He’s dropping the parasol to look up to the sky and get soaked by the rain I ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT. The parasol falling to the ground was A LOT. I’m just feeling a lot of things.

…

Wait did I miss something? How did the Wen Clan survivors and WWX end up back in Demon Land? I guess it wasn’t as far away or difficult to access as is sometimes implied?

WHY IS WN ON THE OLD LADY’S BACK.

WWX, YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE HELPING HER.

Chivalry is dead, I tell ya.

Back with The Alliance, 

JC has to apologize for WWX. JGS is willing to forgive, but the smaller clan leaders aren’t. 

I’d pay good money to know what is going on in LWJ’s head. He has this intense look on his face. 

JGS is hella rude. “I shouldn’t say this to you, but…” and proceeds to scold him in front of the large crowd.

They’re all being so rude! They’re all belittling JC!

OH SHIT.

LWJ just talked back to JGS. 

Maybe WWX really did rub off on him more that I gave him credit for…

A random lady (Luo) speaking up for WWX too! This is interesting…..

She’s seceding from her clan over this! WOAH.

LWJ straight up leaving the room without a word. Go find her and join her?

JGS trying to goad LWJ into hating WWX. BRUTAL.

Okay so LWJ and LL met and talked together with no explanation. The drama.

Lan Clan Leader be like, LWJ you are a disappointment and you’re going to cause me to have a heart attack and die.

JZX approaching JYL. Still don’t like him. And then she comes outside and he’s like….uhhh….I was just taking a walk, bye now. ….Seriously, fuck that guy. 

I know he’s just shy and bad at talking to girls, but…….I can’t stand him.

(Though of all the characters on this show, he’s like the least offensive, really.)

……..a lot just happened and I’m feeling a lot of things. 

Okay, so JZX genuinely doesn’t want her to go after WWX because he’s afraid for her, and he’s like I will protect you always, stay here and stay safe with me. 

You know what? I’m coming around to him. 

JC would probably give up everything for her if he could, but he CAN’T. This dude actually could protect her. So…….I *could* ship it. I’m not there yet. But maybe someday…..

JC watching like…. “WITH ALL THIS ROMANTIC ATMOSPHERE, DISASTER’S IN THE AIR…...OUR TRIO’S DOWN TO ONE.”

Lololololol WWX could sense JYL’s love for JZX changing. Hahahaha

WQ approaching WWX and he’s got the softest smile on his face. <3 Literally going to lose it over what amounts to a pointless crack ship. Greeeaaaat.

She went to snatch the food out of his hand playfully and is looking at him with these coy eyes HOW IS THIS NOT CANON, AT LEAST TEMPORARILY.

WQ’s love for WN is literally the sweetest thing. I melt everytime.

WWX playing with the toy with the little toddler kid hugging his leg. And like I have negative zero maternal feelings….I have never in my life for a single second wanted kids….but that was giving me some swoons.

Not looking for spoilers, but do I assume that this little kid Yuan is the one that WWX/LWJ eventually keep?

Wait no….that’s like 16 years from now? So nevermind. 

I’m spoiled exactly an inconvenient amount. I should stop watching YT compilation vids! But I literally cannot resist. They call to me. You know that overused YT comment “I’m a simple woman, I see ______, I click.”? Insert WYB and XZ, and that’s me. 

“I will plant you as a turnip!” “I’m not a turnip!” “Then we will plant a child and lots of children will grow.” “Will they look like me, or turnips?”

I’m going to fall apart from the sighing and swooning and the overload of precious. I don’t even like children! But this is Way. Too. Much.

JC at WWX’s new hideout is so sad. He’s trying to distance himself emotionally, but you can see the internal struggle all over his face. (He’s like the exact opposite of LWJ. I can’t get over how unreadable he is.)

Poor WWX.

Oof. JC and WWX are standing by WN, and talking about what happened to him. They’re not being particularly nice, and allegedly he can hear and understand them. Not a good move, I’m thinking.

[tellywoodtrash]

sanjivani 21.10.19 lb

madamji datttttt ke khadi hain. kaunnnn jeetega yeh muqaabla????

lmao siddhu doing what all of us do when in bad mood but can't really focus on anything: random saaf-safai around the house.

guddu mama Knows All.

subtlyyyyyyyyyy reminding siddhu ki what ishani is enduring outside. i love him. he is another rahil.

"main jaanti hoon, khud bhi tadap rahe honge."

cut to: "miss obsessive; safaai ka itna keeda hai usse ki keede chipkali dekh ke khud hi bhaag jayegi." lmaoooooooooooooo

lol at siddhu telling guddu to call his choohein so that the problem is nipped in the bud. guddu is some pied piper type figure in the basti or what, who controls the rats around here by will?

"yeh pareshaani hai, chipkali choohon ko dekh ke bhaagne waali nahi hai!"

guddu knows ishani even better than siddhu does!

oh hoooooooo siddhu. thak gayi hoon tumse.

but may i also mention, this henley looks EXCEPTIONALLY good on you? and that colour? mashaAllah!

OH NO JUHI. NO. STOP MAKING HEART EYES AT YOUR MENTOR/BOSS!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

vardhan is literally the only shashank/juhi shipper here. other than mais.

ok, tonally, this scene just got way worse after shashank entered. what is up with the baaaaad directing? we had a few good weeks in the middle where everything settled, now everything is melodrama again.

i cannot help but lol @ vardhan continuing to squee "so cute!!!!" at them though.

wait wait wait............. there's more backstory to vardhan hating shashank?!?!?!? interestingggg. i mean not really, but it's better than vardhan being a dick for shits and giggles.

ishani doing tele-doctory.

askjdlksaldjl sidhuuuuuuuuuuu you childdddddd.

"dr. sid aap mujhe dikh rahein hai yahaan se." lololololol

"aap shaayad bhool rahein hain ki hum adults hain. koi problem hai toh mujhse discuss kijiye na; kyun kar rahein hain aap aisa? aur main jaanti hoon ki aap itne bure bhi nahi hain." 

oh damn! sis matured emotionally into a wholeass rational human being over the weekend.

while this one thinks he has control over things like life and death and is like NO I AM BADDDDDDDDD LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEE. jesus sid,. you need hardcore therapy.

wow nice to finally see anjali working with one of the residents.

what kinda weirdass coded convo is this?

"coffee?"

"ji, chaliye!"

“COFFEE?????????” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

salkjdalkd ugh. they're bantering about meeting outside in his car and the dialogue is actually kinda cute? WHY COULDN'T THIS BE WITH A GOOD DUDE WHO I COULD SHIP ANJALI WITHHHHHH? IMMA JUST HEADCANON PANKIT-AS-ATUL IN THESE SCENES FROM NOW ON.

ugh guddu mama is literally the cutestttttttttt.

woop, vital clue dropped about the sherwani and crying.

"aye guddu, isse baat kyun kar raha hai?"

"meri dost hai, isliyeee baat kar raha hoon!"

"woh meri dost nahi hai."

"teri dost nahi hai toh tu baat mat kar. main toh baat karoonga." lolololol honestly, guddu for president.

that brief moment of longing before he hardens himself into a rudeass bitch.

ohohohohoho invoking of the F word. "faraq". chalo ji. yeh trope bhi ho gaya.

ishaani fulllll prep ke saath aayi hai. bas tambu gaadne ki kami hai.

idiot boy. IDIOT!!!!!!

oh she forgot snacks! rookie mistake!

haaaaaaye sidddhu, why you torturing yourself AND HER like this???

rahil calling with emergencyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (his overwrought performance has me thinking.... fake.)

ishani thankfully has gone and purchased a whole week's supply of logic and rationality and good sense, and decides work takes priority over….. whatever the fuck this nonsense is.

this new wardrobe of ishani’s makes her boobs look most magnificent. need to know what bra/tshirt combo this is, that makes the girls look THIS nice.

will probably only work on an average-boobed girl tho, not a big-tittied behemoth like me. CURSE YOU, DD CUPS!!!!!!!!!

LMAOOOOOOOOOO RAHIL YOU CAGEYASS BASTARD. YOU'RE SO BAD AT THISSSSSSSSS.

"toh aapne yeh sab apne dost ke kehne pe kiya. aisi buri acting ke liye toh aapko worst supporting actor ka bhi award nahi milna chahiye."

ISHANI GOING FOR THE JUGULAR.

“sab kuch karna tha, lekin mere kaam ke saath bilkul mazaak nahi karna tha. ab toh mujhe unki shakal bhi nahi dekhni; keh dijyega apne dost se.”

yup. ishani's finally had enough of this bs. good. GOOOOOOOOD, SIS. KAMI THODI HAI LAUNDO KI. I MEAN AISE ACHCHE LAUNDO KI HAI, PAR KOI NAHI..... THIS IS A BIG CITY/COUNTRY. DHOOND LENGE KOI AUR DARIYA-DIL DOCTOR SUPERMODEL.

rahil bechaara lost ishani's good favour over this nonsense.

"sahi kiya tune, sid. karne de usse nafrat, taaki saari feelings khatam ho jaaye sivaaye gusse ke. gusse waale feelings se dard nahi hota."

pft, you know nothing sid snow.

ugh in dono ka flirting dekhna hoga ab.

"aap ko kaise pata chala ki main baahar khadi hoon?"

"tumhari khushboo." LORDDDDDDDDDDD. CONTROL YOURSELF, MY MAN.

STOP BEING SO GOOD LOOKING, YOU TWO. I DON'T WANT TO SHIP IT. I DON'TTTTTTTTT.

waise toh vardhan pe bada chadh rahein the ki yeh personal maamla hai hospital time pe and all, and now you won't stop hounding her for an answer to your louuuuuuuwe confession during work hours????

ouff i am not here for this confusing teen bs. STOP REDUCING MY BADASS JUHI TO A SIMPERING PILE OF MUSH WHO CAN'T GET HER BRAIN OUT OF HER FEELZ!?!?!?! SHE IS MOTHERFUCKING CHIEF OF SURGERY UP IN THIS BITCH, SHE DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS GARBAGE!!!!!!!!!!!

but gurdeep is just so goddamned cute i can't help but be charmed at how she's playing this. literalllllll disney princess face she has!!!!!!!!

goddamnit am i going to start shipping this???? i really don't want to but mohnish and gurdeep are soooooooo fucking charming??????? fuck. i need to make up some whole other headcanon to kinda make peace with it.

FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS HOT BOD, BITCH. THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON!!!!!!!!

"ishani meri taraf hi aa rahi hai. woh phir mujhse sawaal poochegi."

lol pls sid, don't flatter yourself.

ok at this point tumblr isn’t uploading images for this post anymore, so....... whatever.

"isse kya hua????? kamaal hai, mujhse bina baat kare chali gayi????" LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO. IN YOUR FACE DUMBASS.

"mujhe itna bura kyun lag raha hai????" UH I DUNNO COZ YOU'RE BEING A STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE DOUCHEWAFFLE WITH IDIOT SAUCE ON TOP, WHICH IS AGAINST EVERY SINGLE FIBRE OF YOUR BEING????

accident ki khabar.

this is so sad. alexa play bada pachtaoge by arijit singh.

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calling it now itself: the accident’s gonna be fake. he’s gonna get hella mad. we’re going back to square fucking one.

[mittensmorgul]

on to 2.18, Hollywood Babylon *wilhelm scream*

(ff to like 4 hours later when I found this open in a tab with just that ^^ written in it... oops)

So this was the template for the Vengeful Writer Scorned act that we just saw Chuck put on, yes?

Walter, the author of the original script for Hell Hazers II: The Reckoning had filled it with actual lore, real spellwork, and legit info on summoning the dead. The Winchesters realized they were coming at this from the wrong angle and had dug up a grave, salted and burned remains for nothing, because the real source of the problem wasn't just the ghosts, but the fact they'd been summoned and manipulated by this author who had his script edited into something practically unrecognizable from his original by the people producing the movie.

Kinda on the nose parallel to what happened in reality to Chuck and HIS story, thanks to those Winchesters.

But also, an interesting point about someone being handed all this direct evidence of the Supernatural, being in a position to put this accurate info into the hands of the general public, Dean can't believe the guy actually incorporates the accurate hunting information into the terrible script. I don't think anyone who actually saw it in the theater thought YES, HERE IS THE TRUTH ABOUT GHOSTS. I WILL TAKE THIS INFORMATION AND GO OUT TO VANQUISH ANGRY SPIRITS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD NOW.

I mean, LOLOLOLOLOL.

The first body discovered on set wasn't even a real victim of the "ghost," either. It was a stuntman hired by the production team to stage the death on purpose, hoping to garner publicity for the film and give it a dark mystique in the press. It was Dean who recognized the actor/stuntman who was supposedly killed on set (and even knew so many of the obscure roles he had in obscure horror films... reminding us that Dean has a nerd streak for stuff a mile wide and a ridiculous memory for stuff to boot), and tracked him down, to discover him very much alive. There's just so much trickery going on here on the surface level, but it's all red herrings until they get their hands on that original script, the one that hadn't been heavily edited for public consumption.

Kinda like the stories of their own lives had been, yes?

I mean, they sneak on set via subterfuge-- buying tickets to the studio tour tram ride and jumping off halfway through (after Sam is discomfited by a mention of Gilmore Girls lol), Dean thinks he saw Matt Damon (but Sam said the guy was clearly a janitor because he was sweeping up). When they wander into the set where Hell Hazers is filming, Dean's mistaken for a PA. He and Sam run with the lie and Dean REALLY gets into it, demonstrating his competence like he'd been doing the job his whole life.

This is just hilarious though. Marty, the producer, goes from this:

TARA I, I I just can't wrap my head around the dialog, you know? Salt? Doesn't that sound silly? I mean, why would a ghost be afraid of salt? DEAN smirks. McG Okay, um... Marty? MARTY Yo. McG What do you think? MARTY Not married to salt, what do you want? We still sticking with condiments? McG It just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of? WALTER (standing next to DEAN) Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. MARTY (to JAY) What would a ghost be scared of? Maybe, uh, maybe shotguns. McG Okay, that makes even less sense than salt. WALTER (irritated) These people are idiots.

to locating ghosts with the cell phone and shooting rock salt at them with shotguns...

SAM You find out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it? MARTY (looks up from texting, grinning) I needed a little jazz on the page

But to me, Walter was a prime example of why you don't want the general public messing around with the Supernatural. Even after doing tons of research, learning real, actual spells, making the talisman to control the ghosts, everything he must've learned, he still suffered what can kindly be called Death By Misadventure:

SAM (cont'd) Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter. WALTER You don't understand. SAM You know what? You're right, I don't understand. WALTER Just... wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it! (DEAN looks at MARTY, who shakes his head like WALTER doesn't know what he's talking about.) And then – and then they want you to smile and say, "Thank you". SAM Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it. WALTER (scoffs) Look... I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay. DEAN Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's ... just a matter of principle. WALTER Then I'm sorry, too. He raises the talisman again. SAM Walter. Walter, pl- Don't.

and then

SAM It's over, Walter. Now give it to me. WALTER throws the talisman on the ground, shattering it. WALTER There! Okay, now no one can have it. SAM I wouldn't have done that if I were you. WALTER Oh, yeah? SAM Yeah. WALTER And why not? SAM Because you just freed them. We can't stop them now. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you. MARTY and DEAN join them outside. WALTER Yeah? So, why not?

And then his ghost turn on him and tear him to shreds... much like Sue Ann in 1.12 and her reaper on a leash when her talisman broke.

The final fake thing that was misinterpreted as real, the end scene walking off the studio into the sunset, only for it to roll away because it was painted on a giant screen, revealing reality behind it. And isn't that just the wildest thing... fake scenery. How many times has Chuck engineered the scenery? The sunset? The script?

[darlingnisi]

Celebration 2019 VIP Day 1

Opening Session

Joel W welcomed us to Paisley and introduced Sharon and Omar Nelson. He noted that it will be the family’s responsibility to manage P’s legacy in the future and we should be kind to them, especially on the internet (Randomly quite direct about this?)

The MC is JD Steele of The Steels (frequent contributor at Paisley...ie Graffiti Bridge, Diamonds and Pearls, Symbol, etc.) He was energetic, fun, and did a great job!

Opening screening : The Time October 4, 1983 First Avenue. The lineup of the band included those who would be in the movie Purple Rain. Set list

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Girl

Jungle Love

Wild & Loose

Gigolos Get Lonely Too

Cool

The Bird

Omar Nelson thanked everyone for coming and Alfred Nelson said a few words

Tour Part 1

Studio A

Sound engineer Jason greeted us and we listened to isolated instrumentals for Rock n Roll Love Affair. Started with drums, then added on guitar, bass, then voice. It was a rough mix so you could really hear P’s voice! We listened to about 3 and a half minutes.

He then played the version from the album with the horns added. (P played everything except the horns of course).

People asked Jason questions while smaller groups went into the control room of Studio A where we heard them play Stare

Most meaningful moment : “Don’t overthink. Does it sound exciting or not? That’s what matters” – Prince

Studio C (Purple Rain Room…noting new things)

Prince’s ideas notebook for Purple Rain is on display here. It’s a regular ole blue Mead spiral notebook

Patterns for his trench coat are here

UTCM Room

Mountains felt hat is here

UTCM script is here

Nothing New in the Graffiti Bridge Room

History Hallway

Jeff Katz prints are here now, much bigger

This one in particular was interesting. We spent time here looking! Cool to see in detail!

Jesse Johnson Panel

Andrea : What do you remember Prince telling you about his plans for Paisley Park?

Jesse  : (all of the following bullet points lololololol) This is going to be in the order it was said. Yes it’s all random he was doing a Princely stream of conscious monologue. Andrea couldn’t get another question in! :

Only inside Paisley twice. Last time was Graffiti Bridge

Before, he’d left the Paisley team the day of the Purple Rain premiere. (He didn’t go). He knew if Prince knew he wouldn’t go “he would have had my shit on the cutting room floor”

In the first edition of Sheila E’s debut album he is listed in the credits for Strawberry Shortcake. Subsequent issues, his name is removed due to Prince being mad at him

The songs for Sheila’s first album were intended for Vanity 6

“When you get a divorce you don’t go back and marry the same lady…when you leave you leave for a reason.”

Didn’t really make money from Purple Rain or The Time.

First visit to Paisley : Prince ran over and hugged him “Damn about time somebody who knows how to dress show up”

P and Jesse used to rent a Cadillac Seville and put on big hats and ride down the street playing Sly and the Family’s Stone’s There’s a Riot Going On when they went to California

Back to first visit at Paisley, Prince took him around and showed him everything. P was super excited, but Jesse was still guarded and untrusting of Prince. He felt strange about the hug Prince gave him.

“I have brothers I don’t love like I love you” Prince to Jesse…Jesse didn’t feel the love

“People can be mad but this comes from my experience.”

Jesse was proud of Prince for building Paisley Park despite his other feelings about Prince at that time

Jesse came to Minneapolis in 81 the Time wasn’t the time yet, they were called The Nerve…and it was just Jesse and Morris at first “The Black Hall and Oats”

When he first met the rest of The Time, they didn’t like him…and he didn’t like them.

Got along with Prince right away. “He didn’t have to do anything with me”

Morris went out on tour with the gang for the Dirty Mind Tour. His job? To videotape the concerts

The Time’s personalities came from people they knew, Hollis Woods “Yay-yes” (say it aloud), Ronnie Robinson, “I know that’s right!”

One particular time Ronnie said “I know that’s right Prince Nelson!”

Prince : “Man why you gotta say my whole name?!”

“Ya’ll have no idea how hood he was and how funny he was”

“I never take credit for anything I did not do”

“When I left he had it out for me...I was a young father and needed to feed my kid.”

I made 5k from Purple Rain

When I went to his house and saw his raggedy gear back in the day I realized “it’s not about the gear it’s about the talent”. It encouraged him to strike out on his own.

“It looks like animosity but I was hurt…I was crushed.”

He knew D’Angelo since he was a kid

Jesse and Prince always had an honest relationship…same with Jamie Shoo, Denise (Vanity), they all left because they weren’t “yes men”. They would often call P out.

Harold Bloom, booking agents, others wouldn’t work with Jesse. “If we work with you, Prince will leave.”

2008 Prince was there when The Time performed with Rihanna. Jesse could hear Prince talking to Jerome “What’s up with Jesse, why won’t he speak to me?” Jesse remembered he was still holding that grudge.

“Prince, Morris, and I were as tight as any heterosexual men could be”

Read the same books, liked the same foreign films, liked other films (ie Eraserhead)

Couple of weeks before P passed, Jesse was in Wellington, NZ. Prince called and left a voice mail “I love you…you need to do you…the people you’re working for are beneath you…”

Tried to call back, but he’d called from an unlisted number

P passed 2 weeks later.

“Now I’m saying how much I love Morris. I feel stupid for wasting so many years…”

“Thank yall for being my therapy…I was terrified to come here.”

“Coming here heals my soul”

“We’d be out at the club and then the studio. Prince and Morris would be behind the console laughing and happy and my ass would be on the couch sleep.”

Prince woke him up “Jesse I need you to hit the gong… Yall know you gotta do a w-4 for the session? I filled that shit out to make sure I got paid!”

“I adored them…Prince and Morris”

Time rehearsal… “I wish I could hear what he said but it explains our dynamic so much. We’re playing and all the sudden it stops and Prince goes Jesse…(mumble I wish I knew what he said) and then I go “Man! I ain’t doing that!” Morris : Heeehh hehh….

“He was always telling me to do crazy stuff… he’d be like “If you dance then the girls will be like ‘man that means he’s good in bed!’”

Jesse Johnson Concert

Love Struck

Be Your Man/Controversy

Jungle Love

I Want My Girl

I Feel For You (Used to jam with Prince on this but playing bass)

Brand New Day

My Life

Can You Help Me

Addiction

She (I Can’t Resist)

Crazay

Licking Stick

Being Black in America

“You’ve given me such appreciation, forgiveness and love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

And that’s day one! Like I said elsewhere, Jesse was completely gracious, thankful, and humble...and heartbroken. This was absolutely a healing experience for him. He put on an AMAZING show and his panels were honest and transparent. I kept looking at P’s symbol behind him as he spoke or played...and my heart broke for his guilt about all the “wasted years” as he called them...the music they could have made together and the frank brotherhood they shared...but still this was his opportunity to say goodbye to his friend...and he did...and it was beautifully done.

[strayology]

About me Tag~

so I was tagged by my fave lovelies @jinniesmeow @staytion-nine @hwanginthere @pikachulein to do this tag,, thank you guys so much for tagging me,, I love you all so mooch 💕💕💕

(soooooo apparently there’s like 2 different tags in this?? i’m a little lost so I just took kachu’s format :’))

name: Yumi !!

nickname: mimi, yumoomoo, yumingles, panda, etc,, honestly just ask zariah she has a list of my nicknames 😂

gender: female

sexuality: bi...? but i’m more leaning towards guys for now

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: 95-97% of a changbin (5’3”/162cm :’))

where I’m from: the united states

hogwarts house: slytherin

last thing i googled: “how to make hanging indent” (I was trying to do my essay lol)

fave musicians: I have quite a lot,, obviously for kpop I stan a lot of groups and my ults are got7, seventeen, and stray kids. and for american artists I really like Ariana Grande and Cardi B and BlackBear. for chinese artists I really like GEM and Angela Zhang, I just remember growing up i’ve always liked them

fave song: oh gosh this one is a hard one too because my fave song changes every moment,, but as of right now my fave song is Dont Need Your Love - NCT Dream. i’m obsessed with that song ever since I saw the MV yesterday, it’s such a good song :’)) and all my boys wOW

last song i listened to: Drunk on You - Jus2

song stuck in my head rn: as of right now none anymore,, because my school just had a fire drill but the announcements never made any news telling us it was a drill so we were all panicking (but we are all good now :’)

followers: the last milestone I hit was 300,, sooo somewhere around there 👀

following: 208

amount of sleep: on school days around 6 hours,, and on weekends probably around 8-ish

lucky number: I don’t really have one?? if I have to pick one I guess it’s 7??

favourite animals: red pandas

what am i wearing: a black dress with “harnesses” on it (it’s like a design on the dress) from hot topic, combat boots from yesstyle, and hoop earrings

dream job: being a web designer or anything dealing with computer science, or being a translator/interpreter

dream trip: there’s a lot of places I wanna visit in east asia, which i’m trying to plan a trip doing that next year after I graduate. the trip is gonna consist of china, hong kong, taiwan, korea, and hopefully japan and thailand as well

but I guess traveling to different countries is hecking expensive so I might just want to visit different cities in china since technically I grew up in china for 8 years but never been out of my city lol

instruments: I played the flute for around 8 years so technically I can play the piccolo too???

fave food: CHICKEN OF ANY TYPE,, but I also really like eggs and noodles

languages: i’m “fluent” in mandarin chinese and english, and i learned spanish for 3 years in school (and i’m continuing it next year), i’m also trying to learn korean, japanese, and french by myself

aesthetic: well I kinda have 2 types of aesthetics,,

cool girl crush concept: combat boots, street lights, adventures in ungodly hours in night, bold makeup (especially red lips), lollipop sticks (because we don’t smoke in this house 😤) and mostly dark or black outfits

soft fluffy concept: pinkish makeup, bright colored skirts and dresses, hair accessories (hair clips), white shoes, simple, clean colors

(oh wait was this asking about my fave aesthetic or my own style aesthetics lololololol,, I just described my own style and as you can see I like girl crush more because I have so much more to say lol)

when/why this account was created: so I remember it was like december fo 2012, I stumbled across tumblr by accident because I was trying to create accounts for instagram and kik (damn this is REAL back in the days) but I found the official tumblr for one of the social media’s and I thought that was the app itself. so I made a account and realized something wasn’t right so I never used it again till around 2016

random fact: I failed my drivers test in april 😂

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i’ll tag @jxsng @hwangwhatjin @4minhos @seonneoguli @xiaocity and anyone who would like to do this! of course you’re not obligated to do this if you don’t want to or if you’ve done it already

[jlf23tumble]

1D Day, Hour Two

The file I’m watching on YouTube is much shorter than an hour (44 minutes!!), but that’s because the poster kindly removed the “VT” (shudder) from random countries (it always boils down to [insert country’s name’s] fans wilding, and there’s only so much of that I can take).

Still, hour 2 is fucking ICONIC for many reasons, the biggest being Harry’s barely constrained rage. Yes, Louis’s “done with it all” demeanor on 1D Day is (justifiably) legendary, but Harry’s right there with him (twin flames, y’all). I can’t tell if he’s coked up, genuinely angry, or just passive-aggressively petty because someone told him he had to speak more quickly, much more loudly, and with some enthusiasm, for chrissakes. Oh, he delivers, all right, so much maniacal shouting. Deets under the cut.

Hour 2 is all Lirry, and I, for one, love Lirry, so it’s 44 minutes well spent. Liam tells us, “We’re kicking it off with VT from  France, give it up for France!” (“FRANCAIS!” Harry yells), and after the missing bit of French VT, we’re back to Lirry, with Harry vacillating between murdering the French language (“Mercy boo coo to France”) and shouting “I ATE SNAILS” as his contribution to what they did in France last time they were there (Liam played football with some guys near the Eiffel Tower, fwiw).

The first guest is Dynamo (or, “DYNAMO, EVERYBODY” if you’re Harry), and he’s here for card tricks and more (“OH, SNAP” is Harry’s response to Dynamo nearly twisting his own finger off, and god, it’s horrifying). Harry’s fairly manic through the entirety of the card tricks, but I love Liam because he’s me in every card trick (“I’m glad mine’s easy to remember because I’d probably forget,” which is true of any card you take, like, ever???):

“WHO LOVES MAGIC!” Harry shouts, and there’s a needlessly complicated special interactive trick that gets introduced here, with Dynamo saying that he wrote a prediction on a piece of paper and sealed it in a box at the beginning of the day, so he needs to Harry to keep the key safe. Points if you correctly assumed that Harry will stuff that key right in next to his dick as a joke.

Because nobody rehearsed or prepared for this epic full-day live event, there are all kinds of problems with the cameras, and if you want a fun drinking game to get you hammered within 45 minutes, take a shot every time you see a variation of this (Liam looking vaguely concerned while Harry aggressively points at the sky or the camera while shouting):

A horrifically bad segment that’s a poorly disguised advert for Google Hangouts (lmaoaoaoaooaoaoa) kicks off questions from all over the world (the audio is bad, none of the visuals syncs), but we get some iconic answers to deeply important questions, like, “If you were in the Hunger Games, who would  survive the longest?” Liam says he’d hide and then kill passersby (yikes), and Harry says he’s more of a lover than a fighter, so he’d hide in a tree until it all blew over. Liam: “Oh, yeah, you’re definitely more of a lover.” Harry: “Easy there, Piers Morgan.”

The next question is from a group of girls wearing Christmas sweaters, which annoys Harry because “it’s a whole month and two days early,” but I think his issues are bigger than jumping the gun on holidays (and honestly, the UK doesn’t have the twin buffers of T’day and H’ween, so you KNOW this is just part of his general rage). Anyway, they want to know what other careers these two would be involved with, sans the D, and because they’re five, Liam says spaceman and Harry says baker.

After a series of horrible glitches, the next question is about which superhero they’d be, and me as Harry, blowing a giant raspberry as he ponders this important question with the level of exhaustion he surely must feel, three years into this band/interview technique. Liam can read the room, so he picks this one up and says he’d be Kung-Fu Panda, which makes it easy for Harry to say Hong Kong Fuey (!!!) or Top Cat.

With that mess done, it’s time to “ROLL THE VT!” (according to Harry) for Switzerland, and because the producers here are nothing if not cliché lovers, that means tiny cowbells for Harry to play with when we come back. He quickly tires of this, throws the cowbells off stage, yells “WE NEED A CAMERA,” and walks straight into the call box with the overwhelmed girls from hour 1. These girls are still weeping, but Harry says, “Thank you for listening to the album, you’re getting kicked out, sorry,” in the flattest voice possible, so good cop Liam hurries over to ask the weeping girls which song they liked and usher in two new people.

“Happily” is debuted, but we don’t get to see it, boo, but we do get ushered over to a theater with some contest winners. Or as Harry says, “We’re here backstage to meet some fans who have won a chance to be here…SHUT UP…in our VIP cinema,” and then, “You’re crying…is that because I told you to shut up? I didn’t mean it.” Liam is there again to save the day, but there are lots of sound problems, so it’s hard to tell what’s happening, tbh.

Anyway, these fans get to ask some iconic questions, such as, “What would we find in your fridge?” which gives us this classic from Harry: “I DON’T LIVE ANYWHERE, SO NO FOOD,” as the audience says, “awwwwww” in the background.

There’s a question from a lady on the screen, saying that she’s in front of the X Factor studios, and she wants to know what they would change their audition song to, if they could go back in time, and because Harry’s well aware of his various stalkers, he says, “I saw her the other day at the X Factor studios, 100 percent” (fwiw, Harry would do “Wrecking Ball” with props, and Liam would do “Mirrors”).

The last question is what they would change if they could go back in time, and Liam says probably his older haircuts, and Harry says that one day in April (and he mentions April again later in the hour, so someone investigate), he had a dodgy breakfast burrito, so he’d probably change that (he also had a dodgy batch of prawns one time, too, but that’s a different story, and god, he’s an underrated comedian). The sound is for shit, but Liam doubts this, prompting Harry to scream, “DON’T JUDGE ME, LIAM, I’M TRYING MY BEST,” and whyyyyyy is he so on fire (and why do I love it so much):

We get back to the studio with an inexplicably breathless Scott Mills (he says he ran…but from where, lmao) and do another spin to figure out who the official 1D account (????) will follow on twitter. Harry starts cheating before people start yelling at him to stop, which is a shame, really, just follow all of these poor bastards, honestly!

We don’t get to see the VT from Germany, but we do get to see Lirry bickering about camera problems and stolen lines, plus an exhaustive rundown of all the thrilling things to come, and I’m so thankful to the person who made this moment a Dua Lipa meme all those months ago:

One of my favorite segments has a really awkward setup, but tl/dr/dw, Harry brags, “I’m a bit of a chef myself, and if I’m honest, Liam, I’m pretty damned good at it,” so we get a “ROLL VT!” and an aggressive finger point, both from Harry, and a silly but charming cook off with the tour chef, who seems like a lovely lady (p.s. look at how glorious his hair was under all those tablecloths…also, he’s chewing gum in a gross way, but this whole bit is worth watching in full):

The cook off is genuinely funny and results in a beautiful pavlova from Sarah and a basic sandwich (with pickle and paprika) from Harry, judged by Mark Jarvis, Gemma Styles, and Lou Teasdale, all of whom Harry bribes. I’m more fascinated with this ring, and my head canon has it either saying ILY or JEN (both of which make me smile):

With that bit over, we move on to more rapping of random tweets, and it’s embarrassing, so I won’t get into that. But the VT of Liam surfing is something special, not only because he looks so obviously happy while he’s doing it, but also because he says some very profound things in the interview around it: “I get followed a lot, so it’s quite nice to get out in the sea where nobody can follow you […] it’s so nice and peaceful […] it doesn’t matter what you look like, you can just have a good time, it’s a bit of an escape,” and ouchhhhhh, that’s some real talk.

We head back to the studio for a fashion segment with Louise someone; a handful of lucky fans in Sweden won a t-shirt design contest, and Lirry are gonna do some modeling. Louise is happy that Harry knows where Sweden is (Harry:  “I got a B in geography…might have been a C, can’t remember”), and some poor shlub working on this trainwreck in the shadow gets dragged out on camera because he’s wearing green jeans, but he’s not there for long (Harry: “GET OUT” *shove*). Louise describes the fashion show to come, and Harry says that he’s quite good at walking in straight lines, but Liam reminds him that he tends to fall over a lot on stage and that the tiny catwalk is actually pretty shiny (god bless Liam for being so responsible).

Luckily for all of us, professional model Cindy Crawford is there to help with some tips (she’s introduced as “IT’S ONLY BLOODY CINDY CRAWFORD” by Harry, and I die with Cindy’s “Hello, boys,” and Harry’s “Hello, Mrs. Crawford”…followed swiftly by Cindy’s, “Please don’t call me Mrs. Crawford”). There’s some sexi modeling, and even though he only wears two shirts to Harry’s three (*and* Harry gets down on the ground to pose), Liam wins, according to the Swedes. He requests a model  off with Cindy as his prize, and he’s surprisingly good?

The last segment is with Dynamo, the magic man, and for some reason, Harry’s weirdly agro about his own shirt mic, like, unnecessarily so, ripping it off to speak with Dynamo before gently putting it back where it belongs. Maybe he’s just frustrated about how they have to use Google+ (lololololol) for a totally convoluted imaginary concert that ultimately doesn’t work (me as him, tbh). 

While Liam does tech support live on air (!!), Harry asks Dynamo to do some card tricks to stall for time after literally nobody says a word when he monotones, “We’re having a technical difficulty…does anybody know any jokes.” Harry pulls a card as directed, but then, for seemingly no reason, he suddenly starts yelling, “THIS ISN’T WORKING, SHALL WE SEE SOME HIGHLIGHTS? HIGHLIGHTS!!! ROLL HIGHLIGHTS [aggressive pointing]!!” and the highlights are truly awful, and I hope he’s enjoying his smoke break for hour 3, jfc.