#oh god i miss walla walla

[halfway-happyyy]

a concept: There are rare moments in life when we are afforded the opportunity to pick up and vanish at a moments notice. Obviously it is much harder to do when miniscule, honey-sticky hands grab needlessly at the hem of your shirt, or when you answer to a man behind the comfort of an oak desk and towering stacks of paper. It is most definitely harder to do when there is a constant chatter of chaos floating through the confines of your mind.

So when you found out you had a whole two weeks to do what you pleased- you made the decision to embark on a one-person road trip through 'wine country' Washington. Friends had told you to be weary of rogue tumbleweeds on your drive in- and you had been hard pressed to believe them. But of course, and to your immediate amusement, an hour away from your destination and in a valley of luscious, rolling hills, a mass of sticks, twigs and dead grass rolled lackadaisically across the road in front of your car.

Settling in to your accommodations had been an easy task; you were to be spending the next week in the comfort of a lovely reconverted barn. You had no tentative plans, except to explore the cozy little town you that were about to call home for the next little while, and to drink copious amounts of wine. The locals were lovely to you in every way imaginable and were pleased to dole out delicious local food spots and bars at your behest. ("You just have to check out the restaraunt in the centex gas station- best brisket sandwhich you might ever have.") On the last full day before you were scheduled to make your departure, (a four hour drive over to Seattle was the next adventure on your list) you decided to make a day of visiting wineries. Winery number two had been stumbled upon by accident; you had taken a wrong turn down a quiet side street and was pleasantly surprised to find that, unlike the others you had passed by, this one only had one or two other people inside. Ducking in from under the beating June sun, you found yourself an empty seat at the bar and scanned the wine menu atop the counter. You were patient while your bartender talked at length about her and her wife's new venture in pig farming, to a man seated at the end of the concrete counter. Wedged in his grasp was a near-empty glass of ruby red wine. It struck you that he seemed somewhat out of place in this atmosphere; with his short, well-kept blonde hair, the utterly expensive looking watch he would clock every now and then, his height...

"Can I get you anything?" Your bartender had noiselessly made her way over to where you were, startling you from your reverie.

Peering down at the list again, you quirked your eyebrow in question. "How is the vino moscato?"

She smiled knowingly. "On a day like today? There isn't anything better on that list. Can I get you a glass?"

"Please," You smiled back.

You sat in comfortable silence as she poured you a glass of the crisp, white liquid. It felt incredibly good to be somewhere without a time constraint; to enjoy the indie music emanating from the building, to feel the late June breeze wash over your skin like warm water. You savoured the taste of the cool liquid against your tongue; reveled in the slight tingle of the bubbles as they flowed freely down your throat.

"Is that one any good?"

You turned to the man a few seats away from you, observed the sunglasses perched atop his head, the slight golden colour of his skin. You shrugged your shoulders and gestured to his empty glass of red wine. "That depends. Do you like white wines?"

He smiled and you noticed immediately how the creases next to his ocean-blue orbs deepened when he did so. "I enjoy wine in general. No real preference wins over another."

You lifted your glass in greeting. "Well then yes, I think you would enjoy this."

The bartender, who had been privy to the entire conversation grinned and reached for a fresh glass. "Another moscato coming right up."

Without warning, the stranger moved seats from the end of the bar to a few metal stools away from you. Clad in an impossibly soft looking blue t shirt and worn denim jeans, you were keenly aware of just how attractive he happened to be. He took a tentative sip from the glass in his hand, let his eyes fall shut, and smiled. "An excellent choice indeed. I'm Alex, by the way,"

You gave him your name as well, and smiled as he repeated it with an accent that you could not quite place, immediately making it more exotic sounding than it ever deserved to be. Setting his glass back against the countertop, he turned to you. "So do you frequent this winery often?"

You stifled a giggle at the line he chose to use. "No, actually. Not at all. Just passing through," You took a sip from your own glass. "Do you?"

He shook his head. "I'm based out of Seattle for the next few months. Just drove down here for the weekend under the guise of good wine and even better breakfast."

Ever intrigued by the thought of a delicious breakfast, you were about to ask him to elaborate when his phone rang. He answered in a language that was entirely foreign to you- but the few pieces you could discern were almost certainly in Swedish. You sipped at the rest of your wine and ordered another glass as he said a last word and hung up the phone. "Brothers, hey?" He let out a breathless chuckle.

An hour and a half had passed since you had stumbled into this minimalist oasis, and when he stood up to pay his bill and bid you goodbye, you found yourself inexplicably wishing that you had more time to converse with him. "Thanks again for the wine suggestion... here's hoping I can find it again in Seattle?"

"Oh, you will." The bartender chimed in.

He threw another beam your way and stocked out of the building into the bright, inviting sunlight. It was quiet for a few moments while you mulled over where you would wander off to next, not a single drop left in your empty glass.

Just as you were about to get up and leave, Alex rounded the corner and faltered just inside the doorway of the winery. "This is going to sound crazy, and please don't feel like you need to say yes... but how would you feel about exploring this place together today?" He clocked the watch on the underside of his wrist. "I'm not due back in Seattle until 5 o'clock tomorrow night."

You glanced back at the bartender who simply giggled and shook her head, offering no insight whatsoever. "You know what- why not?" You passed over a fifty dollar bill and thanked her for her service.

It had been uncomfortable at first- this was something you had been warned about since you could talk. Do not talk to strangers, do not hang out with strangers. It had been different with this particular person though; conversation flowed freely between the pair of you, and he had not at any point, made you feel threatened or unsafe. You split the fares of the uber rides evenly between the both of you and enjoyed the ride through the scenic winding roads and hills. Alex had been born in Sweden, but was now mostly based out of New York and California and tried to get back to his homeland as often as possible, as all of his family was still there. He was an exceptionally good listener and it awed you how a few hours spent with him, felt like picking up where you left off with an old friend. Time passed slowly when you were together and when the visit to the last winery had come and gone, and the golden sun had begun to sink low over the lush, green hills, Alex accompanied you back to your barn. Your keys hung haphazardly from the crook of your pinkie finger and you cocked your head to the side, ignoring the fact that saying goodbye was the last thing you wanted to do. "You know, you mentioned something this afternoon about breakfast here..."

Alex's eyes glittered under the waning light and his lips quirked up into a small half-smile. "Yes, I've been told that there is a place just off main street here, that serves pancakes as big as my head. Would you care to join me tomorrow morning?"

Swallowing hard, you found yourself nodding your head. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

True to his word, the pancakes you ordered around nine o'clock the next morning, were as big as your head, if not more so. They were also leaking with a viscous, tart strawberry rhubarb sauce and dusted with a thin layer of confectioners sugar. Alex settled into a mug of steaming black coffee and to eat, he ordered a bowl of fried aspargus tips and nutella pancakes. When he was finished, he settled back in his chair and cocked his head to the side, his expression unreadable. "Do you suppose we'll stumble into each other again?"

The question had caught you off guard and you shifted in your seat. "Maybe..." You shrugged your shoulders. "But maybe not."

He frowned.

"Isn't it nice though? To have two people meet through complete happenstance, share a couple of lovely hours together, and go on back the way they were?" You inquired, quietly.

"Happenstance," he repeated the word over, savoured the sound of it on his tongue, a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Oh, it's lovely," He agreed after a moment. "I just can't help but feel like i'm doing myself a disservice if I don't follow up with you in some way..."

You grinned and waved the waiter down for the bill. After paying and using the restroom in preparation for your looming roadtrip, you both headed out into the bright sunlight to your parked cars. Alex stood leant against his SUV, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his denim jeans. "I am really happy that we crossed paths," He offered quietly. "Just in case that big old sky falls on our heads."

An idea, bright and hopeful swam into vision at that moment. You reached into your bag and ripped off a piece of scrap paper from the journal in there. Alex already had a pen waiting for you, as if knowing exactly what you were about to do. You scribbled The Central Saloon - Seattle onto it, and handed the pen and paper back to him with a small smile.

He repeated the name of the bar to himself, his expression confused.

"If you can meet me there, tomorrow night- say maybe eight o'clock, perhaps our paths might cross again."

Alex rubbed the pad of his thumb over your handwritten script and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans with a finite nod. "Oh, I'll be there."

You allowed one last look at the man before you, and stepped into the front seat of your car, breathless and utterly hopeful.

[dsmroleplay]

#DetoxHorrors #DSM #SPN Part One

Written by @TridentHunting & @bigbadethan 

Sienna: -The bar was a little warm from all the bodies crammed together in the small space so she ordered a glass of tea. Putting one foot under her and grabbed a scrunchy gathering up her long blonde hair and putting it up in a bun. Catching a headline on one of the news outlet’s she’d marked. The headline read “Recovering Addict Goes Missing.” and while it didn’t scream at her as supernatural she was compelled to read on. Wallas Wren and Brent Hayslip had both been at the brand new facility for Church of Christ starting their lives over when Wallas went missing as the two had been out exploring the area. Brent was being held without bail under suspicion of murder. His pastor Jack Reeves had stood up for him but no one was listening. Reeves believes that something was out there with them. “I’ve known Brent all his life and while he has had addiction problems he’s always been open and honest. He’s /scared/ and believes someone grabbed Wallas." The running theory was that the two had slipped off from everyone to get a little high struggling with coming down off their vices.

Local police found a bloody shoe that facility counselor Mark Hamby confirmed was one of Wallas’ shoes. Local Sheriff "Longmire” said that is office was working around the clock to find Wallas and that blood tests were being done on the evidence as well as on Brent to see if he’d ingested anything that might explain his claims of seeing dark shadows. Local doctor Randy Callowhand had weighed in that with addiction issues these men had hallucinations were totally plausible and sometimes a side effect of the medications used to help bring them off the substances they abused. Scrolling down she’d read through the comments from the public on the article. It wasn’t to kind. “Two addicts, who cares.” and so on even some theories they’d been messing with “bathsalts” and Brent had killed Wallus in his high. Si sipped her water Tapping her pen to her lips she laid it down and looked up Leesburg Idaho. The first pictures to come up were of a retro picture of miners. Reading on “Gold was discovered at Leesburg, Idaho in 1866 by a party of men led by F.B. Sharkey. The town took its name from Confederate General Robert E. Lee. As with much of the territories of Idaho and Montana, Leesburg contained many Confederate sympathizers.

Supporters of the Union started the settlement of Grantsville directly adjacent to the camp, but eventually the larger community came to be known as just Leesburg." Reading on she saw the actual mining site had been vacated and was secluded. The Church of Christ had bought the property and turned it into a new addiction get away center for long term addicts. It had only been open about six months when Wallus disappeared. Looking at the history of the place, there could be a lot things to grab Wallas out there including wild animals but it was a perfect breeding ground for a Wendigo as well. She’d have to see if she could round up a hunting partner for this excursion so she saved the information. to her computer and forwarded it to several hunters emails. Now she’d prepare while waiting for a partner.-

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Ethan: -Ethan walked around the stark home that looked out to the ocean. It’s always the oceans and seas that comfort him. Maybe it’s the sound of the waves or the vastness of it all. On the surface, the sea is calm and peaceful but he knows in its depths there is turmoil and chaos. He laughs, not a happy laugh, but the irony doesn’t escape him. Setting down the empty glass that once held bourbon, he then walks over to his office and takes a seat. The smell of leather hitting his nostrils like an old friend. Hitting the tab for emails, he takes his time and sifts through them. One, in particular, catches his eye. The name instantly brings a smile to his lips, his hand running down his beard as he reads it. Not once. Not twice, but three times. Typing out a reply for the email, he answers simply. <You need me, I’ll always be there. Send me the coordinates and I’ll be there in the morning.> He hits send then sits back in his chair. Yes, calm and peaceful on the outside, turmoil and chaos on the inside.-

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Sienna: -She was rereading the article just to see if anything stuck out when an email notification popped up on her computer screen. Clicking on it her eyes widened, it was E. She read his reply, how long had it been since she’d seen him? Years she was sure. They’d kept a wide birth, especially on her end. There was a time she couldn’t even be in the same room with him. God she hated Colt because of E. Colt was a hard reminder of things. But like all things pain fades, she still didn’t like how Colt was but she’d seen him suffer on more than a few occasions so even her hatred towards him had dwindled. Hell she worked for Blackwater. Typing back.- “I appreciate that mister if you have time. But don’t put yourself out on my account. 45°13′26″N 114°6′50″W . It’s good to hear from you either way. Hope you’re doing good. -Si

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Ethan: -The sound of email notifications brought him out of his daydreaming. He read the email, but didn’t reply this time. He did however memorize the coordinates then shut off his computer. He was going, that’s all there was to it. Maybe, she didn’t expect he’d answer her first email. Hell, it caught him off guard too. Rising from the leather chair, he goes to his vault. The scanner there scanning his eye and the prints on his hand. Was it too much, maybe but the time he spent with the SEALS taught him many lessons and preparation was key. The heavy titanium door swung open and Ethan walks inside. Oh, the weapons cache he has would give the staunchiest hardcore terrorist or service man a hard-on. Grabbing his old duffel bag, he begins to load it with what he thinks he might need, and maybe a few toys just for a little fun. He just hopes Sienna will be happy to see him.-

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Sienna: -From lack of response she figured he’d thought better of it. What made her reach out who knew. She wasn’t to far out from Leesburg and she wasn’t going to get any sleep anyway so she grabbed a hamburger to go and got back into her truck. Maybe she just needed to know he was okay and that was enough for her. Turning up the stereo she pulled out of the parking lot and got on the freeway setting the cruise control.-

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Ethan: -Bag packed, Ethan stands out on the balcony, watching the sun go down. The yellow and oranges streaking the sky in brilliant hues. He’s in no rush, he knows he can be where she asked him to be in the blink of an eye. He’s nervous. He tries to shake it off, but he can’t. He didn’t like the way things ended the last time he saw Si. Maybe she can forgive him and they can start again. Clean and fresh. Maybe it’s just a pipe dream but he truly wants to. The thought brings a sincere smile.-

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Sienna: -She'd managed a few hours of shut eye in the backseat of the truck. Rubbing eyes she sat up and looked around before opening the truck door and getting out to stretch. Pulling on a camo long sleeve over the white tank top she strapped a gun holster to leg and grabbed her jacket slipping it on. Grabbing her backpack putting it on and then shouldering the AR-15 she pulled the GPS from the front console and put on her hat. Normally she would not hunt alone but she wasn't even sure if this was a legit hunt so she'd scout first. Running through a list of possibilities as she checked the GPS. Once she got it up and going she put a sat phone in the left pocket of the BDU's she was wearing and took off in the direction that lead to the mine.-

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Ethan: -Ethan stands just inside the mines entrance. He hadn’t gone in, he was waiting for Si. This is her case, he’s just there to have her back. Okay, maybe that’s not the only reason, but it’s all he can handle until she either a) shoots him or b) she gives him a hug and a smile putting him at ease. He prays, literally for the later. Hearing her approach, he steps out of the shadows and waits for her reaction.-

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Sienna: -Looking round to see if anything stood out but nothing had so far but as she came on up around the trail she smelt a cologne that only one person wore that she knew. It stood out from the pine tree scent, swallowing hard she came rounded a tree and there he stood. She had to to catch her breath and it had nothing to do with the elevation.- I'd ask if your lost but since I sent you the coordinates I know you're not... -She couldn't but help but smile and walk over to give him a hug fighting tears. They'd been friends along time and she couldn't help but just be thankful to see him again.- You big asshole, I think I should shoot you just because.

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Ethan: -When he saw her, he couldn’t help but to walk towards her, his arms wrapping around her small frame. He is a giant next to her. When she pulled away from the hug, he instantly felt a loss.- I can live with asshole, but I can’t live with you wasting ammo. -With a shrug, he turns towards the dark mine entrance.- What are you thinking? Ghost of a pissed-off miner? Demon? Please don’t say windigo. Those things are butt ugly

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Sienna: The angel makes jokes now, I like it. -smiles- It can wait, look at me. How are you? And it's not a waste of ammo if it makes me feel better.

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Ethan: Jokes and sarcasm are part of my charming personality. -He gives a light shrug, pondering her question.- I’m okay. Hanging in there. Doing the angel thing. I try and keep busy. How about you? You look great. -big smile and an innocent wink-

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Sienna: -Hands-on hips she rolls her eyes.- Okay charming, I'm gonna shoot soon. -Laughs- It's good to see you, I hope you stick around. So... I had thought to scout the mine before night hits but what do you think? Might be better to check the area around for anything out of place... only thing is they had a bunch of rangers, sheriff's and search parties up in here if there was any clues they probably disturbed it.

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Ethan: That is a big 10/4 on the destruction of any clues. Let’s just go in and see what we find. -E stops and cants his head just slightly and inhales deeply.- I...can smell it.

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Sienna: My own extra-large blood hound. -Teasing smile.- Well can you tell what it is by the smell?

[merci-bitch]

Forceful Love Part ll

Rose The Hat x Fem!Reader

Warning (s): angst, sexual tension, swearing, fluff

A/N: Alright! Here it is! Part 2!! @desaulniersbriannes I hope you liked it! I saw you wanted a part 2 so I worked on it and here it is! It was fun to write despite at some parts it being difficult, but I mange!

Words: 2,5k

I stirred awake as I felt air filling my lungs again. I sat up, clenching my throat while scratching my chest for air. My vision was slightly blurry as I tried to blink away the tears that was starting to form my eyes as an result in my eyes being dry. I heard a laughter the my left side. I turned my head and saw Rose sitting in a chair, drinking what I guess was tea while wearing her ironic hat. 

“Stop. Just, fucking stop” She stopped but her wicked grin didn’t die down as she continued to sip her tea. “What the hell did you even do?!” She didn’t answer me, she just sat there. And watched me. “Are you even listening to me?!” She put down her tea cup as she walked over to the bed and sat down. “Are you done giving me lip?” She asked as she crossed her arms above her chest and as she croaked her head to the side. “You said this’d be easy! I felt as if I was dying?” “You were” My eyes went wide as my jaw dropped. She leant forward and captured my lips in a kiss. Pushing me down onto my back again and sitting onto of me. She leant down as she started to kiss up my cheek and onto my lips. She took off her own shirt and instructed me to remove her bra, which in my case didn’t go so well.

“Oh for fucks’ sake!” I didn’t know if it was just me being stupid for not having the skills to open a fucking bra or it was her playing tricks on me. “Hurry up, I’m not getting any younger” She looked down at me as she said it. “Could you maybe turn around so I cou-“ she cut me off with saying, “I gave you one, ONE, job. A monkey could’ve done a better job Y/N.” She sat up and took off her hat and laid on the table next to the bed. “If you’re so good why don’t you just do it?” She looked at me as if she was taken slightly aback. “Alright, watch and learn Y/N.” She turned around so her back was facing me. She laid her hair on her right shoulder as both her hands moved to the lock of her bra. “So you take this piece and unhook it with this one and walla!” She threw her bra onto the floor as she looked over her shoulder. I let out a huff as she turned around, completely exposing her chest to me. “I know how to unhook a fucking bra Rose” She sat on my lap as she took ahold of a piece of my hair. “Clearly you didn’t Y/N” She lifted my chin and made me look at her. “Fuck you Rose” She leant closer to my face as she let her own lips ghost over my own. “Fuck me Y/N instead. Much more fun”

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I had been walking for quite some time now. I had a fight with Rose and needed time to cool off. It was about some stupid shit really. Andi and I had grown close and she had given me a kiss on the cheek then a hug. What’s so bad about that? And what about it? Rose had maybe marked me and called me hers but she never pointed out that I was ‘really’ hers. I’m a living, realistic human being. Oh wait, am I even human anymore? It’s already enough that we have to kidnap children and kill then because pain purifies steam and makes it better for us to survive but it hurts you know?

I was closer to the camp when I heard someone scream. That someone was Rose. I saw her on the ground, digging her nails into the ground as she continued to scream with her eyes closed. Tears rolling down her cheeks. I couldn’t move. I wanted to be there by her side but I couldn’t. She was screaming the names of the people in The True Knot, and of course Crow Daddy. But not my name, not even close. And at that moment I knew Dan was right all along. I threw my whole life away for someone who I thought I trusted. God, even loved. I was just one of her ‘toys’. What I couldn’t understand still was why the box didn’t work.

I started walking backwards. My sight of Rose disappearing as I turned around and walked further into the forest. I started to think. Think of everything that’s happened the past many months, years. It had been 8 years. I hasn’t meet Dan in so long, I wondered how he was doing. I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept walking. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks. I had walked out of the forest and was on a cliff. I stood at the end, looking down at how the water splashed against the rocks down by the coast. I wanted to get a closer look until I felt someone grab my arm and pull me back, making me turn around.

“Are you crazy?!” It was Rose. Cheeks tear stained. I huffed at her. “Crazy enough to fall in love with you” I mumbled under my breath. I felt Rose freeze. Her face expression turned blank as she let go of my arm. Her eyes looking back and forth at me. “Shall I snap my own neck now or later?” I crossed my arms above my chest as I realized she was walking backwards. “Wonderful. Just great.” I threw my hands in the air as I turned around again. “You-you love me?” I heard a weak voice behind me. I felt my eyes start to sting. I looked up at the sky and saw stars starting to appear. “I thought I did” I felt her presence next to me. “What do you meant with that?” I felt her eyes starring threw my face. I dropped my hands to my sides as I felt my cheeks fill with tears. “You-you said you had my back Rose, but as SOON as I have it turned, you’ve fucked off to god knows where!” I turned to face her as I dried my eyes.

“This, us?! Is just complete nonsense! I threw my whole life away because of you-for you! I trusted you enough to leave the people I loved behind. I left my friend Dan because I believed in what you said, you manipulated me, brainwashed me into thinking I actually meant anything to you! 8 years Rose. 8 fucking years! Im just another one of your little ‘toys’. Only meant for your pleasure. You sick son of a bitch” I saw the raw anger build up inside her threw her eyes. I started to walk away when I stopped. Turning around to face her once again. “Look, I get that you have to eat off children’s steam to survive and I lived with that. I accepted that despite it being hard to watch an incident child die in order for us to survive. How I watched you stab a little kid because pain purifies steam and makes it better for us, if you wanna count in that the sex is good or not I don’t really care but what I do care about is that you used me. For you simple pleasure.” I showed her the finger and walked away from the person I thought I had loved for the past 8 years.

As I made it back to the camp I walked into Rose’s RV and took out a back and started to pack my things. I heard the door open. I knew it was Rose but I didn’t care. Why should I? “With all due respect, intercourse yourself” I turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. Something i rarely did. “What?” She tilted her head to the side as she crossed her arms over her chest, making sure to push up her breasts. “Fuck you.” She let out a chuckle. She took her lower lip in between her teeth as she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Nope, nope. Too many eyes. Good luck that eldritch creature back where it came from, I’m out of here.” As I walked towards the door she grabbed my arm, her grip tight as I felt her nails digging into my skin. “There’s no need to be rude, my dear” My eyes went wide as her smile grew. “Are you serious? No-no you can’t be” She took ahold of my shoulders and made me face her directly. “If you don’t want to keep standing, may I suggest sitting in my lap? Much recommend. Great comfort quality.” Rose said as she sat down on her bed. I let out a snort at her cheesy comments. “I hate you Rose.” She took off her shoes as she crossed her legs. “Oh no sweetie. No you don’t” I walked up to her and pointed a finger at her. “Yes! You’re a sick son a bitch! A devil and a sex freak!” She but my finger then sucking it afterwards. Looking up at me. Releasing a deep moan as she let my finger go.

“St-stop!” I heard a low chuckle. “I can’t help it sweetheart. You’re fun to mess with.” “Oh real fun. Thanks”

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I was standing out in the cold. In front of a hotel. Next to Rose. I looked up at the sky and smiled. “Reach for the stars!” I said I stretched my hand up towards the stars. “Reach up my arse!” I took down my hand as I turned to Rose. “We’re Americans here, please call it ass” She laughed as she leant in and kissed me. Lingering it for just a minute. “God, how I love you” I felt my cheeks grow hot. That was the first time she’s ever said those 3 words. “And I mean it Y/N.” I nodded as she took ahold of my hand walked inside the hotel.

As we walked threw the corridors we turned to the right and reached a big room. On the stairs I saw Dan and Abra. Dan’s went wide as he saw me, I even heard him say my name but I didn’t say anything. I kept my head down and stayed by Rose’s side. “Y/N? Is that really you?” Dan held an ax in his hands when it slowly dropped to the ground. I raised my head as I walked closer to him. Dan walked down the stairs and meet me halfway. “You-you look so different. I thought I would never see you again!” He embraced me in a hug. I had just now realized how much I had actually missed my best friend. “Save the crying for later my dear. I wanna finish what I came here to do” I looked over at Rose then back at Dan. “You’re with her? Why?” He raised his hands to my cheeks and rubbed his thumbs slowly under my eyes. I relaxed into his touch.

“Hands of handsome. She’s mine” I felt myself being drawn back towards Rose. “What did you do to her?!” Rose let out a deep laughter as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh dear. I haven’t done anything towards her. I gave her a life again, gave her love and a family who loves her! She’s reborn. And more powerful then you’ll ever be” He’s eyes changed from being on Rose to me. “Y/N?” I stood up. “She turned me Dan. I live of steam like she does and if I don’t get it, I die. You lied to me Dan” “what do you mean lied Y/N?!” I took out the box he had given me when we were kids. “It didn’t work.” I gave him the box as I walked back to Rose. She leant in and whispered in my ear,

“Mama’s proud of you, my dear”

[e8luhs]

IVORY TOWER.

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YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW (last edited 04.27.19)

I. POOLS / GLASS ANIMALS

shake my little soul for you now, toy and i settle up into a world of noise i’m a man of many tricks and tools and joy with a battery of guilt on which to poise

II. KATARSIS / SHE PAST AWAY

even though it is a dream you are with me tonight inside me

III. BELA LUGOSI’S DEAD / BAUHAUS

white on white, translucent black capes back on the rack bela lugosi's dead the bats have left the bell tower, the victims have been bled red velvet lines the black box

IV. THE TOWER / VIRTUAL BOY

[instrumental]

V. ONLY AS GOOD AS MY GOD / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

if they crawl out of the mud, wash them away in a flood i'm only as a good as my god, burnt hair and more money

VI. HERE / VAST

where do i put the books? there's so many i could read, but they all are filled with lies where do i put all the lies? there's so many i could say but it seems they're in the books

VII. RED RIGHT HAND / ARCTIC MONKEYS

you'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams he'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems you'll see him in your head, on the TV screen and hey buddy, i'm warning you to turn it off! he's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru you're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan designed and directed by his red right hand

VIII. TOES / GLASS ANIMALS

i'm a man, i'm a twisted fool my hands are twisted, too five fingers to black hooves i'm a man, don't spin me a lie got toes and i can smile i'm crooked but upright

IX. KICKING AND SCREAMING / THE PRESETS

when i was young i was a star amongst zeroes but then i grew up and now i'm heading up river i'm gonna cover myself in mud, mud yeah, i'mma deliver

X. AMERICAN TRASH / INNERPARTYSYSTEM

i've got this planet in my hands yeah, i'll try to save it if i can i'm satisfied with myself don't care for anyone else i'm so united when i stand

XI. MURDOC IS GOD / GORILLAZ

murdoc is god murdoc is god murdoc is god johnny is dead

XII. ALL MY OWN STUNTS / ARCTIC MONKEYS

been watching cowboy films on gloomy afternoons tinting the solitude put on your dancing shoes and show me what to do i know you've got the moves

XIII. PAINT IT, BLACK / THE ROLLING STONES

i look inside myself and see my heart is black i see my red door i must have it painted black maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the facts it's not easy facin' up, when your whole world is black

XIV. RUH / SHE PAST AWAY

half an angel, half a monster i will sleep in your bosom again half an angel, half a monster i will roam to where you are

XV. FIGURE IT OUT / ROYAL BLOOD

getting hard to sleep, but it's in my dreams but it's killing me to try and figure it out nothing better to do, when i'm stuck on you and still i'm here trying to figure it out

XVI. PERSONAL JESUS / DEPECHE MODE

feeling unknown and you're all alone flesh and bone by the telephone lift up the receiver, i'll make you a believer

XVII. LIFE ITSELF / GLASS ANIMALS

daddy was dumb, said that i’d be something special  brought me up tough but i was a gentle human said that he loved each of my two million freckles when i grew up, was gonna be a superstar

XVIII. BUSINESS MAN / MOTHER MOTHER

talking ‘bout the business man, devil in a sunday hat buddy with the stupid laugh, just talking ‘bout the business man

XIX. IT’S OUT THERE AND IT’S GONNA GET YOU / THE PAPER CHASE

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XX. HAPSBURG LIPPP / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

i'm checking your name off my list, i'm checking your name on my list i'm making up a reason to exist, i'm checking your name off my list you're thinking that your wife is worth a lot i'm telling you your life is worth a yacht no matter whose knife in the dark, still wanking with a robot arm i'm checking your name off my list, i'm checking your name off my list i'm making up a reason to exist, i'm checking your name off my list

XXI. HOW TO SERVE MAN / CREATURE FEATURE

let me clarify before we begin am i getting under your skin? your disposition seems a trifle bland it's time you learned how to serve man

XXII. W.U.G. / CHRIS FLEMING

he’s only comfortable with complete control and authority they should invent something for guys with this kind of affliction like a vr system  where he can believe he’s in a perpetual state of giving you a tour of his house

XXIII. RADIO / ROBBIE WILLIAMS

something's happening, i can feel it moving out of time you'll hear it falling in the way you fear it jumping, thumping, shout out something jumping, thumping, shout out something

XXIV. A NEW SKY / THE PRESETS

and it's alright, it won't be long you feeling something so won't you come outside with me? and it's alright, sing like a song and now you're flying so won't you come and fly with me?

XXV. ASIMILASYON / SHE PAST AWAY

protect yourself, this plague spreads spiders everywhere come on, dig your grave look, the day wakes up again

XXVI. ANIMAL IMPULSES / IAMX

i'm tired of this human duet no civilizing hides our animal impulses

XXVII. EXXUS / GLASS ANIMALS

i can see you running i can see you running gone in the blink of my eye gone, gone, gone in the blink of my eye

XXVIII. NOCTURNE IN F MINOR / FREDERIC CHOPIN

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XXIX. BABY BRIDE RAG / ROAR

oh darling, i'm not so sure about our hearts aligning at sixteen years old, could this just be bad timing? puppies pining listen to me sweetheart, you are nothing when we're apart i can promise you this, when we split the town you won't be missed

XXX. WHO IS SHE? / I MONSTER

oh, who is she? a misty memory a haunting face is she a lost embrace?

XXXI. I WILL POSSESS YOUR HEART / DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

there are days when outside your window i see my reflection as i slowly pass and i long for this mirrored perspective when we'll be lovers, lovers at last

XXXII. GO-GETTER GREG / LUDO

i've given it some thought... and i really think that you could use a guy like me in your life looking after you, a man to take you home, a hand for you to hold... and i'd never leave you alone

XXXIII. AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION / THE BLAKE ROBINSON SYNTHETIC ORCHESTRA

some call it stalking, i say walking just extremely close behind i'm sure if i sat down and asked you, well you really wouldn't mind you've got those eyes that drive me crazy and i've got eyes to watch you sleep i brought a pack lunch and some coffee for my stakeout in your tree outside your house

XXXIV. NEIGHBOUR / MOTHER MOTHER 

i am your neighbor, i can hear you i got this tin can with a string through and when you're crying, i hear your shaky breath and when you're lying i hear your heart confess

XXXV. OBSESSION / OK GO

a look so quick a movement so slight ah, it’s not passin��� fascination now it’s obsession

XXXVI. STALKER’S TANGO / AUTOHEART

i know, i know, i know, i'm always in your place but don't you see, my dear? i am your doppelgänger have your faith so

XXXVII. DEADCRUSH / ALT-J

extraordinarily pretty teeth beauty lingers out of reach you're my dc oh lee, oh man ray went cray cray over you capturing, but never captured you're my dc oh lee, oh

XXXVIII. CLUB FOOT / KASABIAN

i tell you i want you i tell you i need you

XXXIX. TEAR YOU APART / SHE WANTS REVENGE

i want to hold you close skin pressed against me tight lie still, and close your eyes girl so lovely, it feels so right

XL. PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY / VAST

i didn't want to hurt you, baby i didn't want to hurt you i didn't want to hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry

XLI. DINNER & DIATRIBES / HOZIER

that's the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of that's the kind of love i've been dreaming of

XLII. BERNADETTE / IAMX

you and me in our playhouse living in a veil, we never need to go without memories bring no joy or peace we are alone and all we need

XLIII. THIS HURTS / MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE

oh, god i'm beautiful oh, god i'm wonderful i'm marvelous, intelligent, so why doesn't that make me feel better? i need some more, i need someone who's insecure i don't care who you are controlling you makes me better

XLIV. YANIMDA / SHE PAST AWAY

they wouldn't know, wouldn't comprehend you are with me, next to me

XLV. THE HORROR OF OUR LOVE / LUDO

i'm a killer, cold and wrathful silent sleeper, i've been inside your bedroom i've murdered half the town left you love notes on their headstones i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

XLVI. WE KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP / THE PAPER CHASE

i don't know about you but i am hellbent, i know what it is that i must do close your eyes when we kiss ‘cause I'm prepared to set myself on fire for this

XLVII. WHAT ELSE DO I NEED / VAST

i know that you don't like me that's alright today i love you, but you bore me don't fuck up my day ‘cause i could stay right here and never ever leave, what else do i need?

XLVIII. YOU ARE MINE / MUTEMATH

there are objects of affection that can mesmerize the soul there is always one addiction that just can not be controlled

XLIX. WALLA WALLA / GLASS ANIMALS

honey honey, don’t you cry it’s a ruse all these creatures are a lie funny bunny, it’s alright i clap my hands and they’re gone into the night

L. TEMPTATION / VAST

i stand alone now, istand alone but can you save me from myself oh, please

LI. BIT BY BIT / MOTHER MOTHER

no i won’t bring too much of anything maybe a little slicker for the rain maybe just a good book and a heart to break Ii’ll make a mistress of a little wiccan thing

LII. COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS / A PERFECT CIRCLE

don't fret precious, i'm here step away from the window, go back to sleep safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils see, they don't give a fuck about you like i do

LIII. STALKER / IAMX

i know you're aching to be saved from all the bullshit and banality sacredly i have watched you grow you've conquered all the self-loathing and high hopes

LIV. UNDER MY THUMB / THE ROLLING STONES

it's down to me, yes it is the way she does just what she's told down to me, the change has come she's under my thumb

LV. CHRISTMAS KIDS / ROAR

appearing unsightly with devils inside me if you ever try to leave me i'll find you, ronnie

LVI. GENGHIS KHAN / MIIKE SNOW

i get a little bit genghis khan i don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me, with nobody else but me

LVII. HAPPY TOGETHER / FILTER

imagine me and you, i do i think about you day and night it's only right to think about the girl you love and hold her tight so happy together

LVIII. TOUCHED / VAST

the razors and the dying roses plead i don't leave you alone, the demi-gods and hungry ghosts god, god knows i'm not at home i’ll never find someone quite like you again

LIX. STOP A BULLET / BLACK LIGHT BURNS

i've got something to say i've acquired a taste for watching you in pain it's pretty hard to admit it makes me feel like shit but i mean it

LX. DANGEROUS / BIG DATA

you understand, i got a plan for us i bet you didn’t know that i was dangerous it must be fate, i found a place for us i bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much

LXI. CAN’T DO / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

he said it's up to me it's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me, i gotta try it again! it's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me, i gotta rip it apart! It's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me

LXII. THE STICKS / MOTHER MOTHER

i'm getting on a mountain, baby, yeah i'm thinking of an island, maybe oh, archipelago, take me i'm looking to isolate me, terra incognita, baby i'm getting away from all the la-di-dah, la-di-dah

LXIII. ISOLATION / THE SMASHING PUMPKINS

but if you could just see the beauty, these things i could never describe these pleasures a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize

LXIV. BEEKEEPER / KEATON HENSON

believe me believe me, this loneliness won't go away hear me oh, woman that has gone astray gone astray

LXV. IVORY TOWER / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

do you know what makes me happy? when i clothe you in a swarm of bees and the world is my ashtray, the world is my ashtray tonight shave my head and call me monkey let me see you with the caps lock on if we're all apoplectic then i'll be the neckbeard, alright?

LXVI. ANOTHER SET OF ISSUES / OK GO

it all seemed so perfect it all seemed like everything was right but i won’t let you leave that way, but i won’t let you but i won’t let you, but i won’t let you leave that way but i won’t let you, but i won’t let you leave

LXVII. BREEZEBLOCKS / ALT-J

do you know where the wilds things go? they go along to take your honey, la la la la break down now weep, build up breakfast now let’s eat my love my love love love, la la la la

LXVIII. DUST IN YOUR POCKET / GLASS ANIMALS

yellow nails and pinching fangs, a slimy creature lacking clad, he pulls his fingers from her mind, and lets her see, just like she was blind

LXIX. KRONOS / KEATON HENSON

i'd give you all i have if i could get it back this has been the best of me i hope you end up missing me and i'll hold on to that

LXX. I COME WITH KNIVES / IAMX

i come with knives i come with knives and agony to love you

LXXI. GREENER / TALLY HALL

telephones make you seem miles away from home all alone, i get a little meaner i leave a message at your tone, and miles away from home you get a little cleaner of me and i find a little greener shade of envy

LXXII. PROPERTY / SAY ANYTHING

don't you go leaving baby, i'll find you tell all your secrets and no one will want you it's for your own good, i know what's best for you if you won't sleep with me, there will be no rest for you

LXXIII. DESIRE / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

i want this planet and i want it now to beat like an anvil 'til the poison's out i am a pencil-pusher with the pencil-pusher blues what the hell do i have left to lose?

LXXIV. PSYLLA / GLASS ANIMALS

i wanna make it right i wanna make you cry i follow suit, i follow suit i follow suit, i follow

LXXV. SLEDGEHAMMER / SAVANT

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LXXVI. SHUT ME UP / MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE

the bass, the rock, the mic, the treble i like my coffee black just like my metal with the bass, the rock, the mic, the treble i like my coffee black just like my metal

LXXVII. SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BE / VAST

i wish i could hide from everyone is there somewhere else to be is there somewhere else to be take me in, i want out that's all i need

LXXVIII. CHOKE / I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

now shut your dirty mouth, if i could burn this town i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die and that would be just fine, and what a lovely time that it would surely be so bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

LXXIX. PATHETIC / BLAME CANDY

1460 days since we were alright you're having trouble sleeping, and i think i know why 1460 days since we were alright but now you're just pathetic, i said it you are pathetic

LXXX. NO CULTURE / MOTHER MOTHER

so can we let sleeping dogs lie? 'cause everyone believes me when i say it's mine a little wool over the eyes 'cause everyone believes me when i-

LXXXI. BLACK WEDDING / IN THIS MOMENT

i would've loved you for a thousand years i would've died for you i would've sacrificed it all my dear i would've bled for you 'til death do us part, you were unholy right from the start it's a nice night for a black wedding yeah, it's a nice night for a black wedding

LXXXII. DESTRUCTION / JOYWAVE

creeping 'round, i saw a little thing i didn't like; you tried to hide i've been creeping 'round i saw a little thing i didn't like, you tried to hide from me

LXXXIII. INTRUXX / GLASS ANIMALS

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LXXXIV. BREADWINNER / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

hard liquor is my medicine it must have happened when i hit my head hard liquor for my birthday cake power, power, power, power, power

LXXXV. I CAN’T DECIDE / SCISSOR SISTERS

i'm not a gangster tonight don't want to be a bad guy i'm just a loner baby and now you've gotten in my way

LXXXVI. WITHER / SON LUX

you don't have to be afraid you don't have to be afraid like the grass beneath your feet, they will wither away

LXXXVII. WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU / THE PAPER CHASE

so go ahead, hold your breath be my guest, see if i care ‘cause it's your life, it's your body in the morning what's it to you, my sweet bijou? ‘cause if you knew what was good for you you'd stand there lowborn to drop every rampart and drawbridge

LXXXVIII. KILLER / THE HOOSIERS

i hate my work, but i'm in control i'm fearless now, but it cost my soul save yourselves, the moon is full under its power, gravitational pull

LXXXIX. WYRD / GLASS ANIMALS

you can’t run so you must hide you won’t make it back this time i sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peel, now suck it

XC. I’M DYING / VAST

not one day goes by that i don't compromise your love for the cold love of the world it's killing me through my own evil pride not one day goes by  that i don't know that i'm dying

XCI. DEAR DICTATOR / SAINT MOTEL

and at the trial, there'll be no jury and all the dead are going to play witness it's not too late to say you're sorry but it's too late to truly mean it

XCII. GET OUT THE WAY / MOTHER MOTHER

i'm not anti-social i'm just tired of the people and i'm fine with rolling solo so get out

XCIII. SEVERED / THE DECEMBERISTS

i alone am the answer i alone will make wrongs right but in order to root out the cancer it's got to be kept from the sunlight

XCIV. NOBODY LOVES YOU LIKE ME / JONATHAN COULTON

air in my lungs, a cough and a wheeze holes in the bellows and blood on the keys you move along, there's nothing to see nobody loves you like me nobody loves you like me

XCV. TRUE ROMANCE / SHE WANTS REVENGE

when could you tell it was over? when did you turn on me? i'd cry if i thought it would change your mind, cry for the girl i hoped you to be

XCVI. YOU’RE ONE OF THEM, AREN’T YOU? / THE PAPER CHASE

and i believe, i believe, i believe you're one of them you're one of those things so go on and scream all you want 'cause that only excites me i'm aiming this plane for the sea, i'm taking you all with me so suffer little children, suffer little children suffer little children come and get me!

XCVII. DANCE TO THE DEATH / KINGDOM HEARTS 2 OST

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XCVIII. THE HOUSE IS DUST / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

i wish i could be living at the end of all living just to know what happens, just to know what happens i would know every answer and just how far we all made it this is all my life this is all my life

XCIX. A DEATH / AN UNKINDNESS

inevitability, you are my mother bleeding seeds of sour lust onto the mounds of bleeding crust unto all that holy dust i shall return, bathed in fire

C. YUPPIE SUPPER / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

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[impr0bablyhighrn]

Home!

I left SeaTac on 9/18 and over a month and my entire bank account later, I am home.

I love my family. I love the time I get to spend with them and miss them tremendously. I'll probably really regret living so far someday when they're no longer around for me to visit.

But, every time I go home to Texas or to see my mom in Alabama, I'm just reminded of why I like Washington. Sure, there were places in the South I loved living, chief among them: Memphis, Tennessee. And I could live a happy life there if I find myself on that path again.

There's just something inexplicable about how it feels to find somewhere that truly suits you. I love where I live. I want it to be home. I don't know if I'll ever get to that, with my family tearing at me constantly to move back, but I hope I can.

I love Washingtonians. I love how much they care about others. I love how much they respect the incredible nature around them. I love that they would rather walk around soggy than carry an umbrella. I like how just about every household has a Subaru and no one gives you judgy looks if you have purple hair, 50 tattoos, or 9 piercings in your face. I love that in less than a day, you can drive from the literal sand on the beach to the dusty prairie on the other side of the Cascades. And oh my god, the produce. Walla Walla onions, yall. Apples. Rainier cherries. Yakima nectarines. Huckleberriesssss.

I love watching the news and hearing that my local elected officials aren't doing things that make me facepalm.

I feel more in-tune with my spiritual and religious self when I'm sitting in the woods or on the shore or at the Gorge than I ever did in the church where I was raised.

I feel like I no longer have to be apologetic for who I am or what I believe. I can just be it, and no one cares...which has really allowed me to get to know myself maybe for the first time ever.

And no matter how much I love it here, the family always goes back to "you haven't been able to be independent there, you haven't succeeded there, the doctors almost killed you, blah blah" and honestly? Fuck those doctors, fuck the people who have underemployed me, I've gotta make it work here. I want to be here. This is my place and my history may not be here, but I think my future should be. I have until June.

And now, I'm gonna go kiss my guinea pig on the nose because I missed him most of all.

[submissiverose]

Tagged by @jootjogurt (so sweet)

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Gender: cis

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 167 cm

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Fav bands: Rhapsody of Fires, Electric Light Orchestra, Epica, Muse

Fav solo artists: ughn...no one in particular... De Andrè maybe....

Song stuck in my head: ooh eeh ooh ah aah ting tang walla walla bing bang�� I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hercules/italian version)

Last movie I watched: Kamikaze Girls (Rococò gods do not forgive)

Last show I watched: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (great show with great characters!!)

When did I create my blog: beginning of November, after entering the After-Jojo-Anime-Crisis

What do I post on this account: my fanarts, some occasional reblogs, all Jojo oriented (because it’s what I feed on).

Last thing I googled: HTML text formatting :|

Do I have other blogs: submissivereblog for reblogging (you don't say). Plus I've an atavic multi-fandom blog and somwhere an almost forgotten blog for Breaking Bad & Gankutsuou stuff.

Do I get asks: nope (I'm the one enjoying sending them ˖◛⁺⑅♡)

Why did I choose my url: urhg....like "submissive" because I like drawing people in sub-poses and "rose" because my first intention when I created this blog was to devote myself to drawing bara (yeah, totally abandoned). Then I became attached to it so ┐(´～｀)┌

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Average sleeping hours: (4 + 3)

What am I wearing: my long skirt, pullover sweater and dressing gown (magenta with white bunnies&hearts)

Dream job: housewife of a beautiful&strong career woman (´⌣`ʃƪ)  No kidding... I'm studying and all, for independence etc etc....but I think that would be a nice life. A real job....dunno...a job that gives me enough to live and spare time for drawing, it's fine.

Dream trip: London. I've visited it 2 times (study trips), but I wanna see it with my family ><

Favourite food: Viennetta!

Nationality: Italian

fave song right now: Tsuioku (Zetsuen no Tempest)

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[penstotheend]

For your fun post. Bennguin goes to Australia for an adventure trip. Keeping in mind Tyler has to hold Jamie’s fear of flying for 16+ hours from Dallas. Picturing horseback riding, long tourist train journey in the outback, etc.

have you been talking to my muse???  it’s not bennguin, per se, but i had started this a while ago for her... maybe i should finish it...

“If you could take the Cup anywhere in the world to promote hockey, where would you take it?”

Jamie sat back in the chair, thinking.  Where would he go?  

“You should come to Australia sometime, Mate.”

“Why?” Jamie questioned.

“They love hockey down under.  Our league is small, but the boys have a good time.  Really.  Can’t get enough of the NHL stuff.”

Jamie remembered the conversation well.  It had been six years ago when he’d done an NHL promotion with Nathan Walker.  Nathan had gone on and on about how much Australia loved hockey and how it was such a great place.  And, of course, how Jamie and Sid should come visit.

Jamie had done some research, mapping out a trip.  Unfortunately, they had not been able to make it there, yet.  It seemed like something always came up that prevented a trip to Australia.  Now, however, Jamie was being asked where he’d like to take the Cup.  Anywhere.  

“Australia.”

“What?  Why would you want to go there?”  Dan Freesman, the new NHL Commissioner, seemed completely surprised.

“Well,” Jamie leaned forward, his arms resting on the conference table.  “We’ve played exhibition games in China, South Korea, Sweden, and England.  And, let me see, only Sweden is really hockey country.  Australia has a league.  A pretty good league.  They’ve had a couple of players in our league.  Yet, we barely show any interest down there.”

“We have an annual Canada versus US showcase every year, featuring North American players.”

“Big names?  League stars?”  Jamie questioned.

“Well, no.  Not per se.  But big names for them.”  Freesman said.  “We can’t afford the liability risk to take, say, McDavid, or Matthews, or you.  If you got hurt in what was essentially a pick-up game.  Jesus. The teams would revolt from letting players do any promotions outside the season.”

“I’ll cover the liability insurance.”

“You couldn’t afford…” Freesman started.  He paused when Jamie gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look.

“I’d like to take the Cup there for the showcase.  Make a tour with it.  It’ll be my two days and then I was hoping I could snag another.  All in the name of promoting hockey around the world.” Jamie smiled.  “Of course.”

He had a trump card in his pocket.  Brian had agreed to use his day for the third day if needed.  Freesman didn’t need to know that at this point, however.

“I think it’s an excellent idea.”  Stewart Packard, the current head keeper of the Cup, chimed in.  “The Cups been there, but not with such a big entourage as would likely be with Jamie.”

Freesman looked confused.

“Oh, yeah.  Um, McDavid, Larkin, Matthews, Strome, Debrincat, Jack and Quinn Hughes, and some of the Pens would like to go with me. We’re gonna make it an all-star showcase this year.  Featuring Lord Stanley.”

That’s how it started.  

This improbable journey with the Stanley Cup.

The plane resonated with laughter.  There were about 60 people in this half of this entourage of Jamie’s.  Players, family, friends.  All taking the opportunity for a weeklong trip to Australia during the off-season.

Jamie hadn’t needed to cover all the liability on his own.  The guys had all gone to their teams ands pitched the idea of the all-star showcase.  All the teams had bought into it.  Because it was Jamie who asked.

Seems Sid wasn’t the only Crosby with clout.

So here they were, on one long-ass flight half-way around the world.  This was one of two charters needed to accommodate everyone once word of Jamie’s plan had spread around the league.  He’d expected only a few of the guys to come.  Friends.  The under 23 club.  Olympic teammates.  Penguins. But it had grown, and grown quickly.

The list was a who’s who of current NHL players, along with a few retired guys who’d wanted to come. It truly was going to be an all-star showcase.  If you’re gonna do something, do it right, they said.

“K”  Jame prompted.

“Kylie the kangaroo went out for a hop about.  On the way she stopped to see her friends.  Walla the Koala sat in the eucalyptus tree, munching on a twig.  The kookaburra laughed like it was the funniest thing.”  Kylie sang as she played.

“Y”

“Nellie the yellow-footed antechinus ran across her path, followed by Kylie’s distant cousin.  ‘Why Wilbur the rock wallaby, why are you chasing Nellie.  Cause she’s small, and wee, and yellow-footed just like me.”

Jamie chuckled.  By now, Kylie’s song had caught the attention of those sitting around them.  Everyone had stopped to listen.  

“Okay, L.”  Jamie said.

“Livia the Lyrebird sat on a log, watching this strange site.  Kylie shook her head when she mocked them all, mimicking the laughing kookaburra’s call.”

“I.”

“Kibus the ibis was looking mighty grand.  Kylie asked him what was up and he said he was playing with the band.  White and black and all decked out, the boys found their stage.  Kylie stayed and listened in as they began to play.”  Kylie sang.  

“E.”  Jamie smiled.

“Edison the Emu was the last friend Kylie saw.  He was playing catch with his friend, Edna the Echidna.  Kylie waved and keep on-going on her hop about.”

“Very nice.”  Jamie said, starting to applaud.

“Not done yet,” Kylie said, looking around at everyone.

“On her hop, Kylie thought of all the friends she’d missed.  The bandicoot, the bilby, and the crazy dingo.  Joanna the goanna, who was never at home.  Of course there’s that platypus, Polly is her name. Kylie’s sure that God had fun, coming up with her to name.  And that’s the end of my song.  I hope you have enjoyed, learning with me the names of some Aussie animals.”  

Kylie stood up and took a deep bow.  The plane broke out in applause and chorus’ of ‘bravo, bravo’.  Jamie beamed proudly.

“She came up with that all on her own?”  Sid asked.

“Yep.  Well, the words.  I helped with the music part.”

“She’s amazing.”  Sid said proudly.  

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Just Wanna Make You Smile

Title: Just Wanna Make You Smile Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Dean; Sam goes through Dean’s things without permission and finds something out his big brother is ticklish. Unfortunately, so is he.

Original Prompt: Sam finds a picture in Dean's wallet, while going through his stuff without his permission, of him and John when Dean was 3 or 4, John is holding Dean in it and Dean is laughing, Sam asks what's going on in the photo, Dean has to explain... tickling ensues, revenge for going through Dean's stuff is possible?

A/N: This is number 2 of the prompts Anon sent!! I like this prompt just because it sounds so cute <3 So imma set this in Season 1 just because I feel like Sam would like to prank Deanie and walla! Rest of prompt....

Sam waited for the perfect moment, Dean left on a food run and Sam was all alone. With Dean’s things. Their prank war has just started up again for the first time since Stanford and God, Sam missed it. Well, not the pranks but he missed having fun with his brother, missed being with him as a whole. Dean had always been Sam’s constant and it was hell without him at the his side.

The youngest Winchester wondered what he could do, already zipping open Dean’s bags. He pulled out the horribly packed clothes, a few bits of ammo and Dean’s wallet. Well, Dean definitely needed that so Sam had to hurry. Dean would notice it was missing and Sam wouldn't have time to think of a prank.

Sam flipped the wallet open, eyes widening at one of the pictures. It was of himself and Dean, his older brother hugging him close while Sam was smiling brightly, both of his front teeth missing. He remembered that! Sam chuckled at the goofy faces and pulled out another picture. Dean looked to be about four years old and in his arms was a baby Sam, hazel eyes glittering up at his big brother. The edges were worn which meant Dean looked at it a lot and the thought warmed Sam’s soul. And he could see why; in the corner, Mary Winchester was smiling fondly at her two boys, a hand cupping Dean’s neck lightly as she stared at the two.

Sam pulled out the last picture obviously taken by Mary. It was old and Dean looked really young and small. Their father looked happy for once so Sam knew his mother must of been alive. John held a three-year old Dean upside down, hands cupping one of Dean’s hips. Dean himself had his mouth open is silent laughter, his freckled cheeks flushed pink in the sun. Sam never really thought he’d ever see his big brother look so happy before.

It made the little brother sad to think of it that way. He was too engrossed with the pictures to notice Dean re-enter the motel room. The older Winchester looked pissed that Sam was going through his bag but once he saw what Sam was looking at, a nostalgic smile spread on his face.

“Dad looks happy, right?”

Sam jumped, an embarrassed smile on his face at being caught, “Uh, yeah. You both do.”

“Why wouldn't we be?” Dean hummed, taking the picture of their father and himself. “I mean mom was alive and we just found out she was pregnant with you.” Dean smiled at Sam, thinking about that time. He was so psyched about having a baby something in the family. He was a adamant that it was going to be a boy yet both his parent s bargained it would be a girl. 

“What was happening here?” Sam asked, chin hooking on Dean’s shoulder to peak at the picture.

“When mom found out she was pregnant, both of them said it would be a girl. I told them it would be a boy. I was being really...uh...headstrong about it and Dad said enough was enough. Grabbed me and tickled me to tears,” Dean snorted, shaking his head. “In the end I was right, though you seemed to get some Y chromosomes mixed in there somewhere, Samantha.”

“Shut up, Jerk,” Sam huffed, prodding at Dean’s sides. “Ya know, I forgot you were ticklish. Never saw a lot of it as a kid and Dean, you look awesome with a smile on your face.”

Dean chuckled nervously, scooting away from his brother. “Yeah, well, they do say I'm dripping with good looks.”

“Let’s see if I can make you smile like that again!”

“Wait, Sammy, Dohohohont!” Dean squeaked as Sam tackled his brother backwards on the bed, fingers slipping up Dean’s sides to his ribs. Sam experimentally scratched the highest rib before working his way down, making sure to tickle in between the bone.

“Ahahaha! Sahahahammy!” 

Sam chuckled at his brother, moving to straddle Dean’s hips and making sure to drum his fingers against his belly. Dean jumped, hands immediately reaching for Sam’s hands but never made the target for Sam forced them under his knees.

“Can’t have those in the way now can we, Dean?” Sam teased, making Dean’s laughter grow in slight desperation at the helplessness he felt.

“Dohohohon’t tickle mehehe!“ Dean begged, tugged fruitlessly at his hands. Suddenly, Dean screeched when Sam scratched the skin right under his bellybutton. “Nohohot thehehehere!“

“Wow Dean, look at that smile!”

“Yohohou bihihitch!”

“Now that wasn't nice!“ Sam mocked-sighed, tickling Dean’s slight pudge. Dean giggled cutely, feet kicking out as he tried to escape. “Now I got to punish you, big brother.”

“Noho! I’m sohohorry! I’m sorry!” Dean peered up at Sam with pleading eyes which his little brother smiled at.

“All I wanted to do was make you smile, De,” Sam sniffed dramatically, hands falling at Dean’s hips, rubbing small circles into the bones. Already, Dean giggled with anticipation, hands tugging harder from under Sam’s knees. Damn, why did his little brother have to be so ginormous?! “Guess I gotta do this the hard way.”

“Saham, don't you dAHAHAHARE! NOHOHOHO! BAHAHAHAHA!” Dean cackled hysterically as Sam dug ruthlessly into Dean’s hips, making sure to scurry around the bone and pinch the flesh surrounding his hips. Dean’s laughter grew in sheer desperation to make the tickly feelings to just go away, oh my god no! 

With a hard thrust, Dean was able to buck his little brother off of him, quickly curling into a ball. Sam, on the other hand, was grinning madly. His older brother was too cute sometimes. He truly looked like the kid in the picture, not the hardass hunter. It made Sam happy.

Dean sucked in a few deep breaths before glaring at Sam, a small smile still on his face which dimmed the effect.

“You little shit,” Dean muttered, crawling onto of his little brother. Sam let him, knowing he deserved what he was about to get. It wasn't like Sam minded either. If it made Dean smile like that, to tickle Sam into oblivion, he would totally let Dean do it. “Now its your turn!”

Sam giggled and let a bright dimpled smile come out. Dean blinked, a bit shocked, before it fell into an easy grin. Dean attacked Sam’s extremely ticklish tummy with vigor, feeling a certain lightness inside him at Sam’s squeals and snorts.

“DEHEHEHEHE!” Sam cried out, head thrown back, his back arching at the zig-zang and scribbly pattern. “TIHIHIHICKLES!”

“That’s the point, Sammy.”

Sam barely lasted five minutes of constant tummy torture, only begging for Dean to stop when he started the raspberries. The Winchester’s laid panting, shoulder to shoulder, helpless smiles on both of their faces. Sam peered over at his brother, his grin turning brighter and he let out a self-satisfying sigh.

“Next time, don't go through my stuff, bitch.”

“Whatever, jerk.”

~Fin~

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Stranger’s Help

I was driving with my best friend Jeff and we were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, when we decided we were sick of each other and started bickering, blaming each other for everything. He’d yell at me, telling me it was my fault the gas meter was broken because I accidentally kicked it, but it was such an old car that’s break anyway, and it was so small I probably couldn’t even get in with out kicking something, and being cramped in there for a cross country trip was not the best idea, but we were on our way still and it was too late now. He’d call me “Mikey” which he knew I hated because I preferred Mike, or even Michael now that I was mature and trying to be a real adult at 25. But you didn’t hear me calling him “Jeffy” whatever, it was stupid and we both knew it. The lack of air conditioning made us both sweating grump machines and we were fighting like an old married couple, which subsided for a moment until... walla, the car stopped moving. It sputtered for a moment, and wouldn’t start again as we looked out at the completely abandoned highway (we hadn’t seen a car for hours probably because we were out in the absolute middle of nowhere.) and we both knew our only chance, as we hadn’t been even remotely close to a gas station, and our phones were both completely dead the next state over, we realized we were fucked.

We yelled a little more, until we realized in unison neither one of us were going to start trekking out alone, so we decided we better just lock up the car, leave it on the side of the road and start walking with the little bit of water we had (about a 16 oz bottle each half full) and beg some person to help us, anyone to help with anything.

After a miserable hour or so of walking through dead grass and over hills, we eventually found a little fence, and in the distant was some little wooden cottage, in a strangely forested part of that area, where we thought there was deserts and plains only for states around, but here was this strange vibrant little place of trees with some kind of house in the middle. How quaint, and how goddamn lucky. We ran over, just hoping for even a glass of water, and eventually I knocked on the door. I’d do the talking, since Jeff was awkward, and usually tried to come onto any female, which could very well be who answered the door to this feminine little cabin, and that might get the door slammed or a shotgun pulled on us in these parts.

Eventually after a minute or two of waiting hopelessly, as we just hoped there wasn’t lights left on for some reason, some curtains moved in a window and someone quickly peered out, but we couldn’t make out what they looked like. I think it was a woman.

And what a woman it was... the door creaked open confidently, I waved through the window when I could, and returned a similar wave as I saw a little woman with a coy smile behind scarlet sharp lips, sleek green eyes glowing from behind long, dark locks of hair. She couldn’t have been over 30 and she was drop dead gorgeous, wearing all black with long sleeves dressing long pale fingers with long sharp black nails. She simply smiled at us and said “Yes?”

I stumbled over myself trying to not freak out at how beautiful this stranger was, I’d ask her to marry me she was so drop dead gorgeous. But I kept it to “Our car ran out of gas some ways from here, sorry to bother you, um, can we just get some water and maybe a phone to call for a tow? Or do you happen to have any gas on hand?? Anything to help please.”

She looked I’m not sure how, maybe annoyed, maybe infuriated, maybe happy to help, but said “So there’s no one else with you?” And I replied “nope just us two. That’s all. Please we mean no harm, were begging you!” I said with a nervous smile as Jeff pleaded with me.

“Hmm, why should I help you two? What are your names. Let’s see if I like your names.”

“Well I’m mark, or mike. Mike.” I stumbled like an idiot.

“And Im Jeff!” My friend said overconfidently while stretching out his hand to shake her hand. She grabbed it, but in a way as if Jeff’s hand was dainty, just grabbing the tips like you would a young woman. It made me laugh a little to see him emasculated like that. But then this woman looked dead serious at me and said “I’m Persephone. It’s a Greek name. Now Mark. Jeff. You say you beg for my help? Let’s see you really beg.” She didn’t smile she said it firmly as if it was a command. “Get on your knees, both of you, I want to see you beg, come on.” She snapped and smiled and suddenly I think we both felt an immense need to to get on our knees and beg, but we didn’t want to look too silly and looked at each other. “Uhhh” I think we were both a little scared and a tiny bit aroused, and we decided maybe at once if we should just play along. I kinda laughed and said “um like this?” Smiling and got on my knees, Jeff following. “Please, please help us. We’re begging you.” I shook my hands in prayer to her and tried to remember her name... persa phonee? That’s not right. Then as if she could read my mind she said “You can just call me mistress. Say, please mistress, please help us”

And at once giggling me and Jeff said “please mistress. Please help us” and we smiled as we tried to not get slight boners. Then she broke her serious stride with a sharp smile

Like a knife, and said “get up now, let’s go inside. I’ll get you something to drink. Come on in,” and she turned around showing off a plump tight butt waddling ahead of us as we followed in like baby ducklings. This girl was going to be fun I think.

We stepped inside and I immediately noticed how much bigger it looked inside, stairs leading down to more rooms and halls under neath the ground level it seemed. Woah, cool. And I made out so many strange pictures and objects around, some new age type stuff like crystals and stones, little talismans, and lots of bones and strange objects. Me and Jeff taking it all in, she pointed to the couch and we both sat, excited to see what happened next. Would a threesome with Jeff be too gay? Too weird? Would one of us demand to be alone with her if she liked us? We’re we in trouble? We looked around at all the stuff in the house, rams skulls and different trinkets, old books. She was in the kitchen or other room fixing up water it seemed like, taking a moment, as Jeff turned to me and whispered pointing to some

Symbols carved into the wall “I think she might be a witch dude. Hope you don’t get turned into a frog” and I elbowed him to shut up. She was definitely into the whole witchy Aesthetic, she even had a broom in the corner like an old witch’s broom for god sake.

Then the woman returned with a tray with three glasses of water, she set the tray on the table in front of us and we tried to play it cool that we were dying of thirst and we gulped down the impossibly refreshing water about as quick as we could, almost choking on it.

Jeff broke the silence with “So I’m sorry, how do you say your name again?” Oh god, don’t be rude we just got inside, you idiot.

“It’s like purse, Eff, oh knee. But like I said you two can just call me mistress. Miss Percy is fine too for now.” She said as she stirred her drink, perhaps not just water.

“Well thank you Miss Percy.” Jeff said.

Then she assumed a more motherly tone: “You know, you should really sit more proper, cross your legs, one knee over the other.” He kinda laughed and tried it, not really comfortable as he was being asked to sit like a lady, another stab at him. Ha.

She continued: “You know you have such high cheek bones, such a thin figure. Such small proportions, you really are blessed with such a body.” Jeff was drooling at her compliments, he knew he’d stay here as long as he could. He might let me take his car, but I was jealous, we were getting help and out of here soon, were not here to make friends really. We gotta get home eventually.

“You on the other hand. Michael. You are so broad shouldered, so muscular for someone that doesn’t seem to try. Your essentially the man most men wish they were aren’t you?” She was stroking my ego for sure now, with manlier compliments than Jeff’s weird things.

“Both of your potentials shall be unlocked soon, you two will make the most excellent little pets” she said as she smiled sipping. What a creepy lady. I figure she was joking, but trying to flirt at the same time? Dammit I’d really have to share her with Jeff. This is not something I planned at all. then suddenly I noticed something, I was swelling, I was getting a little taller, I looked at my otherwise loose t shirt, and noticed it was tighter, my Muscles were bulging like they never had before, it was like I was flexing as hard as I could without even trying. I touched my body and felt so much dimension, I was getting more manly by the second, wow, what the hell was going on? Was I hallucinating? Was she inside my head? Then I thought about the fact we just drank some mystery water she gave us, some kind of potion. Uh oh.

“Mikeyyy??” I heard a shrill cracking voice come from where Jeff was sitting as I noticed hair stretching down past his ears now, his face thinned and supple, lips luscious and eyes big as the lashes seemed longer than ever, his dainty hand lifting up to his quickly swelling breasts, his shirt stretching and pants bulging as his body feminized, I saw her panic as she grabbed her crotch feeling a very foreign thing where their penis quickly seemed to retreat inside their body. She let out a shriek of fear as she looked down at her entirely female body.

The witch started again “Like I said, you two will make great pets. I own you now. You’re in my possession, and this is only the first of many spells you will be experiencing. Now Jess, and you Michael, tell me thank you for your new bodies, these are much more suiting to you. You both look absolutely stunning.”

Jess started crying as she pawed herself trying to find any semblance of masculinity or familiarity it that now tiny soft body. I said in a now deeper, richer, more manly tone: “Hey, let us go now! What are you trying to do to us? What did we just drink??” I stood up aggressively to walk out, ready to fight this demon woman with my new found stature, and I pulled up the now completely emasculated young lady beside me as if I was rescuing her.

She started laughing maniacally as she pointed to the door, which had vanished from sight and was now one of the only blank walls in the house. I shuttered as I realized what a mistake we had made by coming here. There was no escape.

“Look whatever you want, just change us back and let us go!” Jess said as she stomped in all her incredibly feminine glory. I had never realized how girly Jeff was until right now. He really did make a very convincing girl already, and it had been maybe one minute.

“Shh!!” Percy hissed as our lips slammed closed painfully, our tongues swelling until our mouths were completely full and useless, making no noise.

“You two are my playthings. My dolls. My slaves. Whatever I feel like. Do you realize you are lucky you are even both human still? I promise you won’t stay that way for long, I’m going to have to do a lot of breaking on you two, I can tell. And dont worry we have all the time in the world. This is going to be a truly magical experience. Now. Go ahead and nod if you are going to shut your mouths, do exactly as I say, and with a smile, you understand?” I nodded in tears starting to form in my eyes in pure terror. But then, my tongue stopped, shrunk down into my mouth to normal size and we stood there in shock.

“Now get on your hands and knees.” She snapped and we didn’t even have to try, we were instantly brought into our hands and knees doggy style. Then just like dogs, she pulled out two collars to place on us. One a red one with a gold buckle, and a pink sparkly one with a silver buckle. We both frowned hard and sobbed a little as she placed the pink one on Jess, and the red one on me as we felt glued to the floor in that position. Then she handed me a knife.

“Don’t get any funny ideas okay. I can turn you into a toilet and you can spend the next hundred years swallowing mine and, pretty little Jessie here’s waste?” I believed her and shivered as I held the knife like an alien toy not sure what to do with it.

“Cut her clothes off. Get her naked.” The witch bellowed at me. I looked over into my friends big blue, innocent looking eyes as she looked at me in fear and disbelief. Tears filled her eyes but her soft little hands touched my now larger, gorilla like hands and she said “It’s okay. Just do it. Let’s see what I look like now. I trust you.” I really had to hide the fact through all this horrifying mess of a situation that I was really turned on by what looked like my friends blonde twin sister telling me she trusted me enough to get her naked, and my dick flexed a little bit in excitement. If I got a boner our friendship was going to get way to weird, and while it was normal for her even though she’s actually a guy that’s my friend Jeff, was more normal than the hunkified gayness of your male friend declothing you. But I took the knife, and cut her/his shirt off. Two good sized tits bounced out from their prison and I saw my friends birthmark reminding me behind these gorgeous boobs that this was my friend still. I gazed into those pointy pink nipples for probably too long and then snapped out of it, cutting down the pants and pulling them with ease, I was so strong now. Then those gorgeous smooth legs that now jutted from Jeff’s tidy whiteys she pulled her underwear down so I wouldn’t have to and pulled her feet out of her shoes to take all the clothes off, until a hot blonde naked girl was in front of me in only a collar and socks. My dick was at least half erect now. She looked down at her body in disbelief, down at the pink lips that were now her vagina. She touched herself fearfully and said “wow... I’m hot.”

The mistress giggled and commanded to me, now, hand her the knife. I complied and Jess with caution took the knife from me as we looked into each other’s eyes, barely recgonizing each other, but we knew somewhere in their was our annoying travel buddy. Then she cut my shirt off, cutting me a little bit because she was too eager. “Ow!!” I yelled as a tiny cut was formed on my now well defined abs. We were both taken aback by my incredibly toned body, i looked like a goddamn male model. I saw her tiny hand touch my abs slowly and i did the same in amazement. Maybe my change wasn’t so bad. I just felt sorry for Jeff. But then i realized she was really getting into feeling my abs and seemed more, hungry than amazed. What was going on? She pulled her hand away as she noticed, and then turned her head away in disgust. “UGH no... dude... i can’t do it” this incredibly girly little voice tried to speak like her former self would.

“Oh you’re pretending you don’t want to see more?” The mistress mocked Jess’s confusion. “Your new little body is pulsating with hormones, and I could sense your two’s horniness the second you walked up. I know you want to see how big the potion has made your friends cock. I’m making you do it. Don’t worry, it’s not because you want to, it’s because I’m forcing you!” She knew something stranger than we wanted to admit was happening to us. I was so horny, and couldn’t tell erect I was as that nervous little hand cut away as I sat in awe, my underwear and pants cut before I could say be careful, and an elongated, more chipper form

Of my member plopped out, fairly erect, a big boner that was maybe 10 inches long, very wide and very tense and veiny. It was literally pulsing it was so hard. Jess’s tiny little face made a gasping “O” and looked at me. It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in person, my god. It wasn’t as sexual as it was astounding. All right. I was definitely well endowed now. Jess stares at it like it contained the meaning of life, I stared at her staring at it and wretched at the guilty thought of those sweet bulbous lips wrapped around the head of my cock, God please suck it it needs it, I’ve never been so horny in my life. But god, what was it like for her? Him I mean?

“I think you’re drooling a bit hun, I bet you’ve wanted to fuck your friend for a long time, now you just have the, equipment, ha.” She laughed at us in our awkward states as I noticed something below Jess dripping just a tiny bit. She was so wet she was dripping. This witch was trying to make a porno out of us. But it would be gay. And we were straight. This was too weird, we denied our alien bodies and flared at the mistress, we refused. We wouldn’t do anymore for her, she could kill us, we wouldn’t be her sex slaves.

“So why don’t you put it in her mouth. You know you want to.” She teased as Jess yelled “No! Get it away! I don’t want it near me! You’re trying to rape me! I’m not even really a girl!! You’re gay!” This shrill female voice told me. “No no I’m not!! Jess I mean, Jeff listen! Let’s get out of here! We can take her! Let’s fight her!” I said desperately. Then as we heard another snap, we were forced by an invisible force down on our hands and knees.

“Now, if you two are not going to behave, I better put you in your cage.” She walked over, heels clicking against the ground, and tapped with her fiendish nails a black metal cage, big enough for both of us. A cage? Like dogs? We couldn’t even stand up straight in that thing?

“In now. NOW!” She yelled as we sat there In resistance. She walked over and twisted Jess’s nipples hard as I was trapped in place and she screamed out in pain, but oddly it sounded tied with pleasure. Maybe i was just still horny dammit.

She whimpered and scurried into the cage like a dog as i stood, she could twist my nipples all she wanted, I wasn’t going to budge. Then she stomped behind me and I felt claws grip into my balls like they were going to tear them right off. I got the message and scurried in as well.

“Take your shoes and socks off, no clothes except a collar.” She ripped my socks off as well as Jess’s. Great. It would be cold in this metal cage and we didn’t even have socks to keep our feet warm. She smacked my ass with something hard on the way in, and the door locked behind me as I bumped into Jess’s nude body, she tried to back away so it wouldn’t be any weirder than it was.

“Listen you two are going to spend the night in here. I know you can’t resist coming inside her little Mikey, you’re gonna fuck her any second I can tell. Just know when you finally do get your semen inside her, I’ll reward both of you. I want her to swallow that cock like she wants to deep down so your real transformations can begin. And don’t act like you’re not willing. When come is in her mouth and in her vagina, don’t worry you can’t get pregnant, not yet at least, but you will be a little slut like your heart desires. Both of you will be. You’re my little toys now. I’ll let you out when there’s cum inside of your holes, got it? Goodnight!” She smacked the cage assertively and waltzed out leaving us trapped together in this tiny cage, barely able to stay at opposite sides to keep from cramping each other.

We stared at opposite sides of the room in anguish as we tried to wriggle the lock free. God dammit. In a cage. Worse than jail. Some crazy bitch keeping us captive. Great.

“This sucks... what the fuck man...” I heard Jess say as she played with her sore tits, still amazed at her new body. “I know... this is too fucking weird... how do we get out of here?” I still had a raging boner, but I tried to pretend it wasn’t there. Jess kept staring at it. “Can you put that thing away!” I blushed, “well sorry! Okay! You’re a naked girl and i can’t control this big old thing.” She crossed her arms and said “well... can’t you just like... jerk off real

Quick.” What?? Was she serious? “Ew! Like right in front of you? That’s too weird.” She looked upset by this “well, i mean, it’s pretty weird that it’s just like, standing at attention menacingly.” I responded “well hey just you don’t have one anymore.... don’t be jealous of this thing” i said with a little bit of pride grabbing it at the base, but i felt like just touching it I was about to cum all over the place.

“Well for one thing, you are not cumming inside me like that crazy bitch said...” I was appalled. “I didn’t say I was going to!! What the hell? I’m staying in my corner.” I turned around. “Oh now you’re gonna show off your muscular butt, cool thanks” she said angrily as I layed opposite trying to keep my dick from grinding into the ground or steel bars, maybe ready to explode. Then she poked my butt. “Get that thing out of here!” She said as she poked it two or three more times, seemingly touching it just to touch it. I tried to recall my friend again from this crazy girl now taking his place. “Dude stop touching my ass you’re gay.” Then she giggled, touching me again, “you’re gay!” But she sounded playful and excited. Uh oh. What was happening? “Ugh why couldn’t you get turned into a girl. She wants you to fuck me. Can you imagine? Weird. Too weird. God how does this thing even fit those things you know what i mean.” She spread her legs touching her pussy, it was still so wet. She wasnt fooling me, she was as horny as i was. She pulled the lips and showed the right little opening, pulled the hood up showing a swollen little clit. “That’s where my dick went. Look. Haha.” She poked it playfully like a toy, and rubbed it a tiny bit, pulling her hand away in fear after letting an out of character moan like she just felt the most immense pleasure for a second. “Woah.. haha sorry.” I just laughed. What was it like to have a clit? I had an idea. “Okay look, this is fucked up. But obviously we’re stuck here, we can sit here horny and fucked all night or we can just play with our new junk facing opposite ways, and get it over with right?” Jess didn’t know what to do. “Umm okay, if it sounds good to you. Well I just am gonna kinda lay on my back and... ohh mmm.” She started already. She found the clitoris and was not leaving it alone. I saw her hand spidering about with her new package and she wasn’t too shy, as a finger slid inside herself, my dick pulsating in jealousy as I watched her play with herself. “What you’re just gonna watch me? Start touching that anaconda, don’t make this weirder than it has to be.” He/she was right. I should just get it over with. I really needed to jerk off anyway, so I started pulling my hand around the base, and started grooving up and down slowly, and god did I need to do that. I was so hard I just kept going, watching her fingers touch herself when my eyes were open, I figured hers must be closed, but when I looked over, her eyes were staring down at my dick. She really liked watching me. I kept doing it and tried to look muscular doing it, look cooler and more macho. As I got closer and closer i all of a sudden noticed a hand lightly touching my side. Jess was now entirely attentive towards me jerking off, not even really touching herself, as if she gave up trying to get off on her own. “Ooh you’re good at that.” This sultry, sensual womanly voice escaped this girl, it was as if my friend had completely corroded and this porn Star was now here with me. I didn’t fight it. It just felt so good to finally masturbate. “Hey. I got a crazy idea. What if I helped you a little.. like if we just put together....” i rolled over and she was practically already crawling into my dick, her pussy inches away from the head when I stopped stroking. Then i didn’t resist as I watched her little hand grab the base of my dick and move it towards her little pussy.

“Oh god here goes... this thing is huge and...” She plopped it into her and i just about came from how good it felt. This was the nicest wettest, softest, tightest pussy i had ever felt in my life. And just the head was in. “OH GODDDD MMMMmmm” i heard let out uncontrollably as she glides her pussy over my cock, it flexed as it eased into her impossibly tight little orifice. We were officially fucking. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed and she moaned harder and I filled her more, thrusting and thrusting. She seemed like I was going to rip her in half , screaming and moaning I couldnt tell if I was hurting her or pleasing her as she moaned and moaned but I just kept fucking for dear life as she humped into me more and more as I did into her, and I felt her hands claw my ass as she clenched into it and pulled me further and further into her, until I felt the big climax coming. I was going to shoot the fattest load of my entire life, and I just said like a dumbfound baby “uh ah, I’m gonna come I’m gonna come.” And she screamed “COME IN MY FACE!!” I pulled out, ferociously jacking off and her open mouth and closed eyes begged for it as she convulsed from the hard fucking, and what looked like a whole cup full of semen erupted into her face into her mouth as she licked it up taking a finger full and slurping it into her mouth. I watched in awe and total brain dead euphoria. She looked so beautiful covered in my spunk. She took a finger full of come and shoved it back into her pussy. Letting out a sensuous “mmm....” “She said I can’t get pregnant right? Haha” and she laid her sweaty head onto me, the soft hair feeling nice, but I felt so raw from

Having just fucked my friend so hard. And the reality set in, i just fucked Jeff. And Jeff loved it. And was now cuddling with me and touching my naked body. I had to shove her away.

Jess said slightly offended: “What what? What’s wrong baby...” I had to push her away. This was fucking too weird now. “Jeff... remember it’s me mike?” “Ugh.... you’re always so boring... killing the moment... you just fucked the shit out of me... I’ve never felt anything like that in my life god that was good. I know it’s you Mikey. I don’t even care whats happening, that felt amazing. I thought the cum would be weird but like... I didn’t care in that moment... it tasted sooo good. Like it tasted salty and weird but like, it was so hot. I just lost myself. I haven’t felt like that... ever... that was amazing. Thank you.” She stroked my torso again and I almost slapped her hand away.

Jess just layed back and looked up into space. She realized what had happened. “Oh god. Did I want to fuck you? I really didn’t but. You got so hot... god I don’t even like guys... but oh my god I loved that dick... Mikey’s dick... what the fuck. Dammit. Just like the mistress said. That bitch knew we would fuck. We’re really under her control. I put your jizz in my mouth. I’m so fucking gay. That’s not normal. It’s this stupid body I have tittles for an hour and I already act like a dumb slut. God I’ve never felt so emotional!! Being a girl sucks!” I kinda sat for a moment. “Well you seem to have enjoyed it earlier.” Jess growled a bit. “You don’t get it. You don’t have a pussy. You don’t understand what a cock feels like in your pussy, it’s otherworldly, it’s meant to be. Like fucking a girl with your dick is cool but this is like... I don’t know this is all I have right now anyways but that was... wow... I just... you really don’t feel like cuddling like, at all? That’s all I want to do lemme lay on you asshole!” She scooted closer to me and I tried not the cage to sink to the furthest corner away... “look... your clingy. You’ve dated clingy girls. You’re being one of them. Chill out. I don’t wanna cuddle you.”

“Oh but fucking me is fine? Goddamit! I feel so used! You just wanted to fuck me

The second I looked like this! You didn’t even fight that witch! No wonder girls hate men so much you’re all assholes! I’ve had a pussy not even a whole day and I already hate all men! Fuck you!” Wow. Jess was really a woman inside and out now I think. This was bizarre. But maybe I was being a dick. We’d already passed the point of no return. But I wanted to get out of here, not consider each other’s feelings. We’re trapped by a psychotic witch and she’s wanting to cuddle. Crazy bitches.

Eventually I fell asleep, and of course I woke up in the middle of the night to this little blonde girl all over me, head on my chest snoring away. Dammit. I just ignored it and went back to sleep. Then I heard something. We both jumped awake, almost hitting our heads on the roof. A loud drumming on the roof of the cage rattled around.

“Rise and shine slaves!! I heard your little night you too had. I knew Jess was a little slut, say ‘yes i am mistress percy’” jess just said “fuck you”

“OH! THIS kind of behavior will not be tolerated, let me tell you something, you don’t want me to fuck you. When I fuck someone, they really get fucked. Do you really beg me to fuck you? You little slut.” So then i had the bright idea to join my new fuck buddy.

“I agree, fuck you and go fuck yourself then” I said to this witch as she glared and squatted down to show us her rageful eyes. I then got very scared.

“I think you two are going to have a better use for those dirty mouths, they can get a lesson in cleaning. First off, you little sluts are going to lose your most precious parts.”

My dick shrunk away, I grabbed at it and it completely sealed up and shriveled up, not into a vagina, just smooth like a ken doll. Then I looked at Jess and her pussy sealed up like a Barbie doll. Oh god. We were in over our heads.

“Now first off, get out here...” she opened the cage and we crawled out submissively, dying to get our precious new organs back ASAP. We both secretly were terrified of not fucking again. As nauseating as this all was that sex was life changing.

“And stick those tongues out, clean the bottom of my boot, first you Mike on the left, then little Jess on the right. Go ahead.” We both resisted but looked in each other’s eyes for some solidarity and sort of stuck our tongues out a barely touched the bottom of her boot. It was gross but really just tasted like leather.

“Keep licking.” And we started moving out tongues more and more, but still not much. Then a hard whip snapped across the both of us and we whimpered, licking more gallantly and fearfully. “Every inch of my boots or I’ll shove that broom over there up both your asses, and you can decide with one of you gets the bristled half.” We licked and licked and tasted some dirt and strange flavors on these filthy shoes, it was so gross and I didn’t feel like we were actually cleaning anything, and my gut burned in humiliation.

“Now, untie my boots.” We followed her directions and untied them

“Pull them off.” We pulled off her high heeled boots and uncovered a womanly, stale smell of feet as she wasn’t wearing any socks, but black shiny toenails shined on white soft looking feet, she raised the sole up to our faces and a black crescent of dirt was caked on the bottom of her foot, it smelled bad and looked really sweaty. Neither of us could stomach licking that thing. “LICK. MY. FEET, or else!” She yelled at us as we shivered, too disgusted to follow the orders. Then she snapped. We were frozen, I couldn’t move a single inch of my body. In a strange way, I had been shaking and tense this whole time, and being paralyzed sort of made me feel strangely calm in a way I hadn’t in a very long time, maybe ever. But the searing terror of the situation made it different.

Jess with her loud mouth yelled out again, “fucking gross! Fuck you get us outta here!”

The witch laughed. She looked at me. “You can thank your friend for your fate now, open wide.” My mouth ripped open, so wide I felt the corners of my mouth ripping away, it hurt and I felt my body crumbling, depleting and flattening. What the hell??

I looked over the best I could and saw Jess’s body melting away as her mouth grew freakishly large, and the sweaty foot pointed its toes at her face, rubbed its grossness all over nose and slid into her gaping mouth, until she pushed down, and her mouth was gagged with her foot, becoming a neat little black sock with the faint screaming face of Jess choking down her foot. Oh my god!

“Now for you.” The wet foot brushed my face, the smell staying everywhere it touched on my face as it rubbed whatever grossness it was roasting up inside those boots and wherever she walked all over my face, and the taste was ungodly as she slid her foot deep into my mouth, stretching me out as I tasted the top of her foot, the filthy bottom, the heels, the wrinkles full of dirt, the whole foot filled my entire everything and all I could do was suck on this disgusting thing as it filled me. Then she took a step, and the weight of a thousand tons came down, distorting and deforming me as it wiggles its vile toes on my tongue. The dirt crescent definitely had a bitter taste, but the salty footyness and odor like rotten fruit made every inch equally disgusting. I wonder how bad Jess was feeling for getting us changed into socks, then as the world plunged into darkness, as we were returned into the humid, hot sweaty boot, the smell became more complex and pungent, and I believe we both started crying as we sucked on every step of this witch. We could hear projected from our owner above. “Why!! You two make such excellent socks! I’m going to have to show you off you my witch friends around here! Now, you might think this area is quite barren, but underground you see, we have a whole community and I’d love to show you just how cruel some of my friends can be. Maybe I need to change you into some nice shoes and lend you to some friends! Or maybe you two would make a better couple buttplugs? Oh that would smell worse than being under my sweet little feet wouldn’t it?” She ground her toes down into me, squelching as sweat squeezed from the sole and between the toes into me to be absorbed. Fucking disgusting! Oh god!

“But listen here slaves, our journey is simply just beginning.” My consciousness became a blur as the violent steps and foot stench became a disorienting mass of sensations, I was violated and contorted as I sucked on a wet foot.

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My Hour of Devestation Pre-release

Welp, back at it again with the Mid-night release.

What did I pull?

Promo: Refuse//Cooperate

Mythic: Overwhelming Splendor Rares: Chaos Maw, Canyon Slough, Hour of Glory, Hollow One, Archfiend of Ifnir. Foils: Traveler’s Amulet Invocations: Nothing

Deck: Black/ Green Cycles

Lands: 6 Swamps 7 Forests 1 Canyon Slough 1 Ifnir Deadlands 1 Desert of the Indomitable  Artifacts: 1 Rhonas’s Monument 1 Hollow One Instant: 1 Gift of Strength 1 Dissenter’s Deliverance 1 Hour of Glory 1 Torment of Venom Sorcery: 1 Painful Lesson 1 Beneath the Sands Enchantment: 1 Trial of Strength  1 Cartouche of Strength  Creature: 1 Oashra Cultivator  2 Frilled Sandwalla  1 Ruthless Sniper 1 Feral Prowler 1 Doomed Dissenter 2 Ruin Rat 1 Sidewinder Naga 1 Baneship Punisher 1 Moaning Wall 1 Marauding Boneslasher 1 Blighted Bat 1 Archfiend of Ifnir 1 Rampaging Hippo 1 Scaled Behemoth

“Side Board”: 1 Wretched Camel 1 Final Reward 1 Rhonas’s Stalwart 1 Ornery Kudu 1 Haze of Pollen 1 Bitterbow Sharpshooters 

How’d you do?

Before I tell you how I did. It was said at the beginning of deck building, that top 16 would be getting prize. Since we had 54-60 players (We had a lot of drops after round 1). We played 6 rounds of Swiss. Round 1 vs Abzan = Loss Game one we we both tugging at each other. Not much happened. He started to get more creatures out. i had taken some early game damage. About mid-way through the game, his field grew. He casted the “Not Overrun”, and just got there. Game two, he just put out some early game pressure with two Rhonas’s Stalwart’s. I couldn’t out race him. Round 2 Vs. White/ Green = Loss To sum up what happened. He had more fliers than me, both games. I couldn’t out race him. Round 3 Vs. Red/ Green = Win Game one we sat back and waltzed. Each turn we played a creature and hit with the previous. I was able to get out Ifnir and cycle a two things the previous turn. Killed his board state. Win went to me. Game two, it repeated.I got him down to 1 life, I was at 2. He drew his card, smiled at went “Win?” It was Insult// Injury. GG Game three, I opened with three lands, Cultivator, Ifnir, and Sniper, and a Rootwalla.  Dropped Rottwalla, and just kept curving out. He was stuck on four lands. Game three went to me. Round 4 Vs Jund = Win Game one, he got out Glory Bringer on Curve and I lost. Onto Game Two, Opened with three lands and all my one drops. Apparently being able to attack with a power of 6 on turn 4 is really good. Ifnir dropped on curve and he scooped. Game three he mulls to 5 and gets mana screwed. He scoops. Round 5 Vs Grixis = Win Game one goes to me, he took a slow hand, and we went back and forth. I curved out with the trial and followed next turn with a Cartouche. He couldn’t deal. Game two. He has three burn spells to wipe my guys out, drew other removal to get around my creatures. He had at most three cards on the field and just kept smacking me with them. GG. Game three. His deck gives him another slow start. I opened with two walla’s and a Rhonas’s Stalwart. curved into a Scaled Behemoth and I just hit harder. At the end of the game he shows me his Promo: Nicol Bolas, God-Pharoh. So he won right there.  Round 6 Vs. Black Green Beats = Win Game one we do almost nothing until turn five, since neither of us have any idea how to play magic at 6am. He runs out of Steam, and Ifnir takes off, and I win. Game two, he remembers to attack in the early game. I draw no answers to his big beaters. GG Game three, he plays back to back soulstinger and plays a Banewhip Punisher. On my end I have a Scaled Behemoth, Hollow One, Walla, and I top deck Ifnir, and Cycle two cards. I kill his Punisher and the next  few turns he just takes Ifnir to the face. I win

My Record 4 Wins 2 Losses

What were your prizes?

Not a thing. It went from top 16 gets a prize, to top 12. First and Second walked away with a Box a piece.

What Place did you get?

I got 13th, due to tie-breakers. Am I salty? Oh you bet your sweet-sexy ass I am. I did well though, and I haven’t played in a sealed since Khan’s of Tarkir (to my memory). I really enjoy Amonkhet’s/ Hour of Devastation Limited, and look forward to drafting it every now and again. I think the mechanics are easy to understand, and there are some great limited goodies to play. I’m probably changing up Olivia, so Ifnir has an engine. I missed playing Magic, and am looking forward to playing with Fairy and my Friends again. While Hour of Devastation just came out. Ixalan is on the Horizon, and not only is my Girl Vraska there, but Fairy and I love the Pirate theme, and we’re hoping for some good Dinosaur’s for Commander. Well that’s all I have to report for the main event. Until the next article. Gryffnwing~

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Gary Ridgway: The Green River Killer

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Gary Ridgway: The Green River Killer

Biography: Who Was The Green River Killer?

Gary Leon Ridgway was born in 1949 in Salt Lake City, Utah. According to relatives, he came from a troubled home where his parents had frequent violent arguments. His mother was said to be overbearing. His father, a bus driver, frequently complained about prostitutes in his city.

Ridgway wet his bed until age 13. His mother would allegedly wash his genitals after every bed-wetting episode, which instilled him with warring feelings of hatred and sexual desire for his mother. He claimed later that he often fantasized about killing her. Like many other serial killers, he was known for setting fires and torturing animals.

At age 16 he committed his first serious violent act when he led a six-yeads-old boy into the woods and stabbed him in his liver. He later said he did it because he wanted to see what it felt like to kill somebody.

Like his father, Ridgway developed an intense hatred for prostitutes, despite the fact that he frequently used their services. A fanatical Christian who was said to cry after church sermons and Bible readings, Ridgway simultaneously saw sex workers as sinful, but this didn’t stop him from not only having sex with them, but with violating the biblical admonition “Thou shalt not kill.”

After his conviction, Ridgway boasted that he’d made a “career” out of murdering young women. He confessed why he preyed upon sex workers: “I picked prostitutes as my victims because I hate most prostitutes and I did not want to pay them for sex.”

Ridgway goes on why he liked to kill prostitutes: “I knew prostitutes would not be reported missing right away and might never be reported missing. I would talk to her…and get her mind off of the, sex, anything she was nervous about. And think, you know, she thinks, ‘Oh, this guy cares‘…which I didn’t. I just want to, uh, get her in the vehicle and eventually kill her.”

Gary Ridgway’s Wife — Judith Ridgway

Gary Ridgway was married to Judith Ridgway. In the interview above, Judith describes her life with Gary as normal and filled with love. When Gary Ridgway was arrested, his wife Judith was completely and 100% stunned to discover Gary was a serial killer and never believed he was capable of violently murdering so many people. Today she refuses to talk to him and has never visited him in prison. 

The Green River Killer and His Methods of Murder

In 1982 a man rafting in the Green River near Seattle made a shocking discovery: He found three dead bodies floating in the river within thirty feet of one another. After he contacted police, an investigation was launched. They had all died of strangulation. All three of them had rocks placed within their vaginas to make them sink in the water. Within six months, a total of six corpses of young females, all of them known prostitutes or runaways, had been found in the Green River.

Police knew they had a serial killer on their hands. He was dubbed “The Green River Killer.”

Thus began an investigation that would last around a decade, cost taxpayers an estimated $15 million, and would yield no killer.

Ridgway preyed upon prostitutes who worked along the Sea-Tac strip between Seattle and Tacoma near the airport. He would win their confidence by showing them a picture of his son, figuring it would make him appear safe.

At first he tended to strangle them them to death with his hands after violently raping them from behind, later moving on to ligatures as a strangulation technique because he found it easier and less messy. After initially dumping their bodies in the river, he switched to disposing of their corpses in forested and abandoned places. Since, according to an FBI profiler, he viewed his victims as “human garbage,” he would dump their bodies in wooded and overgrown areas near the murder scene, often returning to have sex with their corpses. According to Ridgway: “I killed some of them outside. I remember leaving each woman’s body in the place where she was found. I killed most of them in my house near Military Road, and I killed a lot of them in my truck not far from where I picked them up.”

Green River Killer Investigation And Capture

In 1982 after the original discovery of the bodies found in the Green River, Washington police began an investigation that would last nine years, cost $15 million, and yield no killer.

Frighteningly, Ridgway had been arrested in 1982 on prostitution-related charges and became a suspect in the Green River killings the next year. In 1984 he was administered a polygraph test that he was thought to have passed, but a later investigation found that due to police negligence, Ridgway had actually failed the lie detector—and if he’d been arrested and convicted then, at least half of his murder victims would have been spared. In 1987 police again apprehended Ridgway and took hair samples from him but failed to connect him to the serial murders.

Much of the nine-year investigation was a textbook case in bungling. In 1984 a pair of cellmates in San Francisco confessed to the killings, but it turned out to be a hoax. Other suspects came and went but were all eventually cleared. As the police continued to bungle the case, the bodies continued to pile up.

Fascinatingly, infamous serial killer Ted Bundy offered his help in finding the killer. He told investigators that the killer likely knew his victims and that he also probably returned to his dumping sites to have sex with the bodies. He also suggested that the killer’s dumping sites were close to his home.

But by 1991, what was once a formidable statewide task force had withered down to a single investigator. The case had grown cold.

It wasn’t until a decade later that, aided by DNA technology, police revitalized the investigation and put more than 30 people on the case. Semen samples from the first three victims found in the Green River were sent to a lab. They matched with DNA samples that had been taken from Gary Ridgway’s hair in 1987. On November 30, 2001, Gary Ridgway was arrested after leaving work at a truck factory in Renton, WA.

Interview with Serial Killer Gary Ridgway

Fifteen-minute interview with Ridgway from behind bars where he sullenly and dispassionately discusses his record-setting string of murders.

Green River Killer Trial

Ridgway was originally tried on only seven murders because prosecutors were only confident they could achieve convictions in those cases.

In an extremely controversial decision, the District Attorney allowed Ridgway to avoid the death penalty and plea-bargain to life imprisonment if he agreed to confess to an additional 41 murders. King County Prosecuting Attorney Norm Maleng explained that the decision was for the benefit of the families of the other 41 victims:

“We could have gone forward with seven counts, but that is all we could have ever hoped to solve. At the end of that trial, whatever the outcome, there would have been lingering doubts about the rest of these crimes. This agreement was the avenue to the truth. And in the end, the search for the truth is still why we have a criminal justice system…Gary Ridgway does not deserve our mercy. He does not deserve to live. The mercy provided by today’s resolution is directed not at Ridgway, but toward the families who have suffered so much.” — Norm Maleng

Ridgway’s plea bargain included a conviction for a 49th murder, this of an unidentified victim, bringing his total to 49 and making him the most prolific serial killer in American history. Forget about Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy and Richard Ramirez and Jeffrey Dahmer, many of whom were admittedly more brutal in their tactics than Ridgway—when it comes to the body count, no one killed more than the Green River Killer.

Watch Gary Ridgway cry and confess in court

During the trial as a series of victims’ family members came forth to condemn Ridgway, one older man told him that even though it was difficult, he forgave him as God told him to do. It was at this point that the normally stone-faced Ridgway began crying.

In December 2003, a judge sentenced Ridgway to 48 life sentences with no possibility of parole and basic life sentenced, all to be served consecutively. He received an additional 480 years in sentences due to the fact that he tampered with evidence.

In an unexpectedly poignant twist, Ridgway’s third wife, Judith Mawson, described him as a sweet and loving man. She had married him in 1985 after he’d committed most of his killings. Of Ridgway’s 49 victims, he only killed three after meeting Mawson. She told a reporter, “I feel I have saved lives…by being his wife and making him happy.”

Mawson described her infamous ex-husband as a good provider and a sensitive man. She had such a positive opinion that at first she didn’t believe he was capable of murdering anyone. She eventually helped write a book about Ridgway that she dedicated to “those who have had their futures stolen by deceitful lovers.”

TV reporter Charlie Harger echoed Mawson’s sentiments and described Ridgway as unsettlingly normal: “The strange thing about Gary Ridgway is if you didn’t know the depravity, if you didn’t know the evil that this man committed, you would have no clue when you talked on the phone with him. This man sounds like he would be a perfect neighbor.”

Gary Ridgway Pleads Guilty to 49th Murder

Courtroom footage of Ridgway finally confessing to the murder of a woman whose family had been plagued by uncertainty for three decades after slaying.

Gary Ridgway’s Life In Prison

After his conviction, Ridgway lived in “virtual isolation” at the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla. Many privileges common to prisoners were denied him due to his notoriety and the risk of being murdered by other inmates.

In May 2015 he was transferred to a maximum-security federal prison in Florence, CO, where he was less recognizable to inmates. In Colorado, Ridgway is less isolated and has more freedom to move among the general population.

Former King County Sheriff Dave Reichart, who helmed the Green River Task Force, called the decision to move Ridgway—which cost nearly $20,000 for the private plane used to transfer him—“unbelievable and absolutely intolerable…Ridgway should feel fortunate to spend the remainder of his life in solitary confinement.”

Due to the public outcry about Ridgway’s new privilege and relatively easier confinement, he was moved back to Walla Walla in October 2016.

90 The Victims of Gary Ridgway

Documentary about Ridgway’s victims that includes all the confirmed murders as well as speculation that he may have killed as many as 90 women.The following is a list of the 49 victims Gary Ridgway was convicted of murdering, making him the most prolific serial killer in American history.

Wendy Lee Coffield, 16, body found July 15, 1982

Gisele Ann Lovvorn, 17, body found September 25, 1982

Debra Lynn Bonner, 23, body found August 12, 1982

Marcia Fay Chapman, 31, body found August 15, 1982

Cynthia Jean Hinds, 17, body found August 15, 1982

Opal Charmaine Mills, 16, body found August 15, 1982

Terry Rene Milligan, 16, body found April 1, 1984

Mary Bridget Meehan, 18, body found November 13, 1983

Debra Lorraine Estes, 15, body found May 30, 1988

Linda Jane Rule, 16, body found January 31, 1983

Denise Darcel Bush, 23, body found June 12, 1985

Shawnda Leea Summers, 16, body found August 11, 1983

Shirley Marie Sherrill, 18, body found June 14, 1985

Rebecca “Becky” Marrero, 20, body found December 21, 2010

 Colleen Renee Brockman, 15, body found May 26, 1984

 Sandra Denise Major, 20, body found December 30, 1985

Alma Ann Smith, 18, body found April 2, 1984

Delores LaVerne Williams, 17, body found March 31, 1984

 Gail Lynn Mathews, 23, body found September 18, 1983

Andrea M. Childers, 19, body found October 11, 1989

Sandra Kay Gabbert, 17, body found April 1, 1984

Kimi-Kai Pitsor, 16, body found December 15, 1983

Marie M. Malvar, 18, body found September 26, 2003

 Carol Ann Christensen, 21, body found May 8, 1983

 Martina Theresa Authorlee, 18, body found November 14, 1984

 Cheryl Lee Wims, 18, body found March 22, 1984

 Yvonne “Shelly” Antosh, 19, body found October 15, 1983

Carrie Ann Rois, 15, body found March 10, 1985

 Constance Elizabeth Naon, 19, body found October 27, 1983

Kelly Marie Ware, 22, body found October 29, 1983

 Tina Marie Thompson, 21, body found April 20, 1984

April Dawn Buttram, 16, body found August 30, 2003

Debbie May Abernathy, 26, body found March 31, 1984

 Tracy Ann Winston, 19, body found March 27, 1986

Maureen Sue Feeney, 19, body found May 2, 1986

Mary Sue Bello, 25, body found October 12, 1984

 Pammy Annette Avent, 15, body found August 16, 2003

Delise Louise Plager, 22, body found February 14, 1984

Kimberly L. Nelson, 21, body found June 14, 1986

Lisa Yates, 19, body found March 13, 1984

Mary Exzetta West, 16, body found September 8, 1985

 Cindy Anne Smith, 17, body found June 27, 1987

 Patricia Michelle Barczak, 19, body found February 3, 1993

Roberta Joseph Hayes, 21, body found September 11, 1991

Marta Reeves, 36, body found September 20, 1990

Patricia Yellowrobe, 38, body found August 6, 1998

Unidentified White Female (Jane Doe B-10), 12–18, body found March 21, 1984

Unidentified White Female (Jane Doe B-17), 14–18, body found January 2, 1986

 Unidentified Female (Jane Doe B-20), 13–24, body found August 21, 2003

Suspected but unconfirmed victims:

Tammy Vincent, 17, disappeared August 1979

Amina Agisheff, 35, disappeared July 7, 1982

Kase Ann Lee (née Woods), 16, disappeared August 28, 1982

Tammie Liles, 16, disappeared June 9, 1983

Kelly Kay McGinniss, 18, disappeared June 28, 1983

Angela Marie Girdner, 16, disappeared July 1983

Patricia Osborn, 19, disappeared October 20, 1983

Martha Morrison, 17, disappeared September 1, 1974

Unidentified Black Female, Unknown, disappeared December 1980

Kristi Lynn Vorak, 13, disappeared October 31, 1982

Patricia Ann Leblanc, 15, disappeared August 12, 1983

Rose Marie Kurran, 16, disappeared August 26, 1987

Darci Warde, 16, disappeared April 24, 1990

Cora McGuirk, 22, disappeared July 12, 1991

The Capture of the Green River Killer

Nearly five-hour fictionalized drama based on the sordid details and eventual capture and conviction of the man who is confirmed to have murdered more people than anyone else in American history.

[reroro]

One piece characters as vines Luffy: hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla!! Zoro: what up? I'm Jared, I'm nineteen and I never learned how to fucking read! Sanji: so no head? *smashes phone and then breaks skate board* Nami: miss Keisha? Miss Keisha?? Oh my god she fucking dead. Usopp: hey what's the scoop? Penis. *drives away* Chopper: give me your fucking money! *throws doll* *law and order theme plays* Robin: you spilled- walla walla walaa lip stick?! In my Valentino white bag?! Franky: *dad and son screaming at family dinner* *dad dancing to elevator music* Brook: what are thoooose?! They are my crocs!

[wittynshitty-blog]

CH 9-THE END or A BEGINNING

“Best things in life are supposed to be felt,and also same can be said for the worst things in life”

How can you imagine a break up? I mean do one thing imagine the worst case scenario for a break up? what do you get?

If you did put an effort, you must got these words on your mind “betrayal,cheat,hurtful,unworthy,dissatisfaction,exposure,termination………..etc etc”

So how do you think they break up? well yes there was no communication and when she was sending mails,he was not replying,then how?

okay let me tell…………….

So it has been 2 months when he made that mistakes of telling her to find a new bf,and when he said to her that its better we stay friends,Now he was in China and ship has to undergo some maintenance that means no more sailing for 15 days.

Okay he said to himself as the work load was less,he thought to check up her unread mails and clarify what she must have decided.

He checked his mails,there were few of them and all said the same thing about her not being comfortable with this whole being friend things.

He said to himself why is it so hard for her to understand a simple concept of being friends for the time being!

Feed up and bit angry about her foolishness,he called her.

he-hi

she-hi

he-ermm sup?

she-nothing,wanted to talk to you about something!

he-oh really?(thinking she might have finally decided to be his friend)

she-yeah!

he-okay tell?

she-I ermm I am dating someone!

he-ermm…(speechless)….wow!

she-yeah i know right! he is cute,his eyes they are blue and he is just so understanding,he was there this whole time when i was having trouble deciding what to do about our situation,he is nice,you know him i guess that guy who played that song “muskurane ki wajah tum ho” for me if you remember,he plays good guitar though,want to know his name?

he-(Did you ever had a feeling that the ground on which you were standing on is not there anymore,and the air you were breathing has suddenly vanished……that feel…….that sadness…..you know this is the best sad feeling you ever had………………he was feeling all that at that moment) name….? ermmm….?clues?

she-name bollywood muslim actor? (she said smiling unknown what she have done)

he-aaaa………..aamir? (barely holding on feeling he was stabbed so many times)

she-nah the cute one?

he-shahrukh is there then! (its okay he have decided he will not show he is weak)

she-Oh ho i give up! SAIF his name is SAIF!

he-oh yeah yes he is cute………!

she-yeah,just wanted to tell you this,so that there are no issues between us i mean we started dating but i always felt that i should tell you.

he-its fine,its okay,ermm are you happy?

she-ermm yeah!

he-well that’s all that matters then.Okay I am sorry i remember have to finish something!

she-okay bye!

he-bye!

That was it, it happened just like that he went back to check his mails running down to check how did he miss this part about she being with someone else,he saw the last mail was dated 1 month back,in haste earlier he didn’t saw the date.

What now? he said to himself,first you should drink water dude (crazy phase of talking to himself was back)

The more water he gulped,the more he heard her voice in his and her description about saif!

After one hour or so of soul searching and coming up with nothing, he went to his senior!

senior-hey what happened? and why are you crying?

he-she ermm she………she……………(he finally went to his knees and couldn’t stop himself) she left!

senior-card girl?

he-(just moving his head up and down)

senior-hey,its okay come inside and sit.

he-no sir,no more sitting and no more crying!

senior-don’t make any rash decision,just calm down.

he-i will after a drink,what say?

senior-you don’t drink,now don’t say anything foolish.

he-went to the table where his senior was doing his project,took one cigarette lit it up,took a long drag and said sir “in one word define me?”

senior-you? ermm insane come’s to my mind looking at you now!

he-be serious as i am serious! (he said taking another drag)

senior-okay okay! helpful,good,efficient etc etc, okay happy now?

he- NO! (with a smile) i will be happy when all of this will change! now lets go for a drink as what’s that saying “its good to be bad”

senior-okay let me get ready and anyway i can’t leave you in china all by yourself when you are already out of your mind!

he-I am fine! can i take another cigarette!

senior-here kill yourself!

he-okay meet you in an hour!

senior-okay!

he went back to his cabin thinking what he will do now,is it good,is it bad,he was uncertain,his focus,his dreams, his life,all of it felt like a lie to him!

he went for a shower and came back with a “last try” “one last try before everything is over,maybe she was just kidding,maybe all this was a big fat lie”

“not make any rash decisions” he said to himself remembering what his senior have said.

he opened his Facebook account to and started typing just to be sure she was serious or not

“Hi this is ermm you know who this is.

Well if you ask me am i happy or not, i cant tell you still. I mean you know me well actually you know me very well sometimes i think you me more than i know myself as you are the one whom i have discussed everything with.

I just wanted to tell you my intention was never to hurt you, it was like 1st time i saw you n my mind said this girl is just so i don’t know happy,easygoing,lovely and just so beautiful i wished i could be with you,n guess what it happened, you were mine and that too for so long i mean it was perfect. Every time i saw you n was with you it was living in a dream, i just loved to be with you.

We had ups and downs but we were still together. I still remember that boyish spit walla promise “together forever” i will still keep my promise!

As i always do at least that’s what i think. It was like you want to do something and it was my life mission sort of thing. Love or no love i still want you to be happy as you deserve it. Me i know me i couldn’t be happy its just like that and i am used to it.

You know i believe i have every chance to go to hell but at least if i do something good in your life i could just fight with god saying what about my time with this girl. Your happiness is all i ever wanted now i think i m the only one reason for all the worries in your life. You can disagree but believe me it is true. So that’s y i just couldn’t be with you. You are the best you deserve better i know its a very renowned break up line but Believe me its from the bottom of my heart. I love you i won’t be getting any other girl like you or any girl like you. But i had you and that’s what will keep reminding myself every day of my life . And will be so happy even without any girl if you are happy. I love you and will always do-With a faint smile and watery eyes. Mein bhi emotional hu tumhari tarah. and be happy always.

her reply-(after one minute,which he thought means that she didn’t bother it reading)

oh please! you wanna make me cry?

he-(knowing that she was serious and had really moved on) “read the last line again”

She-haha!

we are still good friends and do mail me? otherwise i will hit you whenever i meet you next!

(but after an hour or so,she blocked him from her Facebook account)

He did got hurt,well it was obvious,to some extent he thought he deserved it,Wasn’t he the one to say go find someone else,wasn’t he the one who didn’t reply to the mails she was sending,haven’t she felt the same what he is feeling right know………………he made a mistake,yes agreed

but was his mistake so big that he deserved this sort of punishment……………?

While reaching his bed drunk that night he remembered his mother saying “Son,one day you will be so badly hurt by your own words,that you will realize the importance of words which you so casually use these days”