#penn-carol

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 15, 1967

Lauren Hutton has a dress; Silver and gold plaid, in a sparkling vein on vaporous black - a dress with cut shoulders, a floating shape, front and rear apron panels. Adding to the rebound, steering wheel starting under the arms, go around the hem, bordering everything. Of the Whean lace intertwined with Lurex threads. Penn-car tights for Galanos. Hairstyle: Ara Gallant, with Tresso Fashion.

Lauren Hutton porte une robe; plaid argent et or, dans une veine scintillante sur du noir vaporeux - une robe aux épaules découpées, une forme flottante, des panneaux de tablier avant et arrière. Ajoutant au rebond, des volants qui commencent sous les bras, font le tour de l'ourlet, bordant tout. De la dentelle Whelan entrecroisée de fils de Lurex. Collants Penn-Carol pour Galanos. Coiffure : Ara Gallant, avec des postiches Fashion Tress.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

[lobbycards]

Racing with the Moon, Spanish lobby card. 1984

[thesuperamazingphroject]

SMOSH VS CHRISTMAS

⚠️ ¡Spoilers! ⚠️

Charlie “New Santa” Penn & Guy Wood

This was absolutely INSANE and I loved every single moment of it- honestly, never laughed harder, Charlie’s entire arc had me in stitches.

I need to make Charlie a lil bigger, I drew him first- and then I decided to draw Guy real big. So, now Charlie looks small?? Are we vibing with the beard?

Bonus! (Guy & Carol wip)

[woman-of-many-fandoms]

Honestly though, it must be so weird to work with some people for a few years of your life and for years, decades, later people are shipping you with your co worker.

I'm obviously all for shipping fictional characters, but this is the actors job. Where they get a paycheck. They are literally being paid to act like found family.

Like imagine you worked in an office with some people for 3 years in 2004-2007 and in 2030 people are making clips of you and how in love you look while eating lunch with Carol or saying hi as you both arrived in the parking lot.

I've seen this in pretty much every fandom I've been in. Star Trek, good omens, X men, Marvel. I do not think RDJ has any emotional attachment to Chris Evens or that Shanter really cared about and enjoyed spending time with Nimoy. I'm positive for David Tennant, Good Omens is just his next job and Michael Sheen only likes it because it made him much more well known in the acting world and it'll be easier to get his next gig. Yes Pine and Quinto look like they are actual friends outside of the movies but that is an exception.

Anyway, just my thoughts since I just saw a post of some Trek actors in I'm assuming the late 80s or 90s and people were saying 'how could he not be bi saying stuff like this'. Money, the answer is always money.

edit: OK let me address some of what is in the comments. Do actors say they are friends, sure, and if you want to take that at face value then you are right, they are friends. I personally don't think it counts if you are being paid to do so. And before anyone says anything, no not directly. But they have a whole 'image' to uphold that their income is tied to.

I don't know much about the entertainment industry and don't know why people would want that life but it's .... well, different, is the nice way to say it. My sister's career is considered part of the entertainment industry though she is behind the scenes. (And, side note, even being behind the scenes I've still found photoshopped images someone made of her in her in sexy lingerie ... )

TBF we don't talk that often but I've heard some stories (apparently Bill Nye is more then a bit of a jerk behind closed doors) She's lived in Hollywood 12 years now and there is the face people put out in the public and who they truly are. Yes, we all have a self that we hide (I'm autistic so I know all about masking) but it seems that is pushed to extremes.

I've seen her act like many people's best friends (house parties and giving favors and gifts that I question) and promoting their good name in public then she'll tell me in private some horrible things that person has done to others and how it's just how it works. She house/cat sat for a guy (and sent me views from his balcony, my god it was nice) who I think a lot of people would recognize from TV but their relationship was built on respect for each other careers.

Sure, you can tell me not to base the examples off my sisters stories and, ok fair. But I'd also want to point out - the part of RDJ buying evens a car, I did some math. He has 300 million net worth according to google. I have a salary, not net worth (or a negative one cause of student loans I guess), but it is the equivalent of me buying my co worker a $32 gift assuming the car was 150k. I met a guy who performed in Vegas shows and told me how they've had dinner with (I honestly don't remember if it was Penn or Teller) at their house with their spouses. And private chats ... doesn't really tell me much.

I'm currently seeing a bunch of clips of the main actors for the new Wicked movie saying how each other changed each others lives and it just comes off as more acting to promote the movie to me.

And even with Pine and Quinto , I only gave that one a pass because they said knew each other and got along before being in Trek and even then, eh..

Again, just how I interpret things. I know friend can mean different things to different people and a lot of what I see I don't interpret as friend, I see it as networking. I would absolutely be 'friends' with someone if it helped me make and maintain my multi millions .

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗥𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥?"

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IT HAS BEEN a decade since I was relocated to C-block and finally now it was back to just me and Carol I started to realize how much older I was getting time flies by pretty quickly you're 17 years old and then before you know it you're 34 years old but at least my attractiveness wasn't going to fade thank God for that.

Carol still hangs out in some little hideaway where I suppose she and Frieda used to sell before she betrayed her; that's actually where we were right now.

Me just sitting on the mattress and listening to the radio while Carol was reading a men's magazine. I wasn't really paying attention to any of the songs that played on the radio.

Until Michael Jackson came on I was up in a flash over the years. My small infatuation with the pop singer never faded; he was just everything but Carol hated Micheal Jackson.

She was into more rugged men like Burt Reynolds or something which is kind of strange to me "ugh change the channel" she groaned still looking at the magazine.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her, still enjoying the song. She must have noticed that the song didn't change because she put down the magazine and glared at me.

"Helloooo are you deaf?" I sat up from my position and smirked at her.

"No I heard you, I just don't care" I joked.

Over time Carol started to become more mature and she looked even more stunning than she did before her demeanor even matured. she wasn't easy to anger anymore but that didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous she just learned a lot more as she got older.

She got up and turned off the radio which made me angry.

I was going to miss the rest of the song. She looked at me and smirked but it quickly disappeared when I went over to her Burt Reynolds poster that hung on the wall and grabbed the edges as if I was going to tear it in half.

"Turn it back on or else the only thing you'll see of Burt is in multiple pieces scattered around the entire block" I sneered.

She looked at me in horror. "You wouldn't dare" she challenged. I raised an eyebrow and ripped the poster but just slightly it was barely noticeable she screamed out in protest as she jumped on me.

"Penn stop, don't ruin Burt!!" She ended up falling with me onto the mattress making me burst out laughing.

"So turn my song back on," I responded as she gave me an angry look and resumed playing the radio. To my disappointment, the song had ended, and I sulked in frustration as I reclined on the bed.

Carol climbed onto me and hit my shoulder, saying, "You shouldn't be concerned about music when you have me." I simply folded my arms and glared at her.

She simply grinned at me and leaned down, capturing my lips with hers. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

My hand firmly grasped her hips as we indulged in our passionate reunion. We made love like we couldn't get enough of each other, fulfilling each other's desires.

I emitted a low growl and flipped us over so that I was on top. I began to unbutton her jumper while placing gentle kisses on her neck.

After undoing the last button, I slid it down her shoulders, removing her white shirt and delicately cupping her breasts through her bra.

A wide smirk spread across my face at her reaction.

"You look stunning, my love," I complimented as she gazed at me with flushed cheeks. She bit her lip and breathed heavily, knowing that her intense stare affected me deeply.

I pressed my hand against her warmth, causing her back to arch and a whimper to escape her lips.

"Damn," I smirked at her and held her neck, making her gaze directly into my eyes.

"I shouldn't give you anything since you turned my song off, darling," I sneered. She looked away, remaining silent, so I rubbed her sensitive spot, eliciting a small squeak from her.

"Stay still and don't move, understand?" She whined and nodded in response. I smiled and leaned down, planting a rough kiss on her pink lips.

Impatiently, she gripped my hair, trying to create some friction since I hadn't moved my hand.

I quickly pulled away from the kiss, removing my hand from her jumpsuit, and tightly gripped her hips.

"Didn't I say not to move? You know I despise disobedience, right?" I asked, my voice growing deeper. She dug her hands into the mattress beneath her.

"Why do you have to tease me like this?" she pouted.

I simply chuckled at her.

"Well, you know how much I enjoy taking my time. That's how I express my love, sweetheart. Can you be patient for me?" She frowned and stared at me, saying nothing.

"That's what I thought," I said, and with that, I began to shower her neck with gentle kisses, leaving behind marks of affection. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

I tore the fabric off of her, exposing my favorite part of her body.

I slipped my hand back into her jumpsuit and into her underwear, beginning to rub my hand against her entrance forcefully, causing her to release a loud moan and grip my arm tightly, her nails digging into my skin.

I let out a sharp breath, allowing her to continue.

"Do you want it, baby?" My other hand returned to grip her hips. She nodded her head, prompting me to click my tongue.

"I need to hear it from you, baby doll," I hinted, wanting her to verbalize her desires. She must have understood because she leaned her head back, whining in sexual frustration.

"Come on, Penn, please."

I raised an eyebrow and started to withdraw my hand, but she quickly stopped me.

"Okay, okay, wait!" I began circling my thumb at her entrance as she let out a moan.

"Go on, beautiful."

She averted her gaze from me, taking a few breaths.

"Please," she begged, a moan escaping from the back of her throat. I let out a growl.

"One more time for me, baby," I purred, feeling myself becoming aroused by my girlfriend.

"Please, make love to me, Penn!" She pouted, and I felt my chest flutter when she said those words it was more powerful than when she just begs me to fuck her.

"That's what I love to hear," I muttered as I inserted two fingers into her, causing her to dig her nails into my jumpsuit and slightly spread her legs.

I didn't give her any time to adjust as I began moving my fingers forcefully inside of her, eliciting a series of moans from her.

I curled my fingers, hitting that spot immediately, and covered her mouth after she let out a scream. Her nose twitched like a small bunny, her hormones getting the best of her.

I planted kisses on her neck, biting at the skin, which caused a whimper to escape from her lips.

I uncovered her mouth and continued to thrust my fingers roughly into her, but she let out another scream, causing me to quickly cover her mouth again. She pressed her head against the pillow, pulling me down with her and breathing heavily in my ear.

"Oh my god, baby, yes!" I knew she was close because her walls were clenching around my fingers, but I wanted to do something else.

I withdrew my fingers from her, a whimper escaping her lips as I directed them toward her mouth.

"Suck," I commanded, and she immediately complied, taking my fingers into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them, never breaking eye contact.

I admired her stunning appearance, my mind consumed with thoughts of what I wanted to do to her. I swiftly removed my fingers from her mouth and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, gripping her thighs tightly, knowing it would likely leave a mark.

I made a mental note to tend to it later, then proceeded to remove the rest of her jumpsuit, watching as she kicked off the blue fabric.

I forcefully removed her panties and spread her legs, exposing her to the cool air. Without uttering a word, I eagerly planted kisses on her thighs, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped her lips as she tangled her hands in my hair.

I traced a long lick against her warmth, causing her to throw her head back against the pillow in pleasure.

"Oh my god, Penn, please don't stop," she pleaded, gazing up at me with desire as I smirked and tightened my grip on her thighs.

"I might just keep you here for hours. Would you enjoy that, Care?" I asked, my tone sickly sweet. She nodded frantically, gripping my hair tighter in an attempt to bring me closer and create some friction.

Her actions made me chuckle, and I decided I had teased her enough. I dove in, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her as she fought to keep her legs open. I moaned, sending vibrations through her body.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, clutching onto my hair desperately as I savored the taste of her.

Pleasuring her has always been a source of enjoyment for me over the years. I decided to insert my fingers into her once more, intensifying her pleasure and amplifying the volume of her sounds.

"Fuck!" I swirled my tongue around her, simultaneously thrusting my fingers, causing her petite frame to buck against my movements.

I glanced up to see her looking at the ceiling, her eyes squeezed shut and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Fuck, Penn, keep going," she attempted to demand, but I forcefully pulled her hips down and gave her a dark look.

"Don't move," I commanded. She let out a small whimper, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled. In my eyes she looked absolutely gorgeous.

I sensed her body trembling and I knew she was on the verge of climax. I moved my mouth away and sat up, using my fingers to move swiftly while maintaining eye contact. Her breathing grew faster as her eyes rolled back, and my hand became slick with her arousal.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed.

I removed my fingers from her and licked them with a smirk.

"You taste incredible, sweetheart," I remarked. She smiled and gave me a small kiss on the lips.

"One more round?" I raised an eyebrow but couldn't help but smirk.

"Anything you desire, darling," I responded. She got up and bent down, retrieving something hidden between the shelves.

She tossed it beside me on the bed, and I glanced down to see that it was a strap-on. I licked my lips with a smirk and looked up to see Carol positioning herself against the wall, beckoning me with her finger.

"How did you manage to bring this in here?" She rolled her eyes.

"We have these guards wrapped around our fingers. I have my ways. Now, come on, I'm waiting," she cooed.

I picked it up and secured it in place, ensuring it was stable. Once I was certain, I walked over to Carol and lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around me. I placed one hand against the wall and the other on her waist, thrusting the strap-on into her.

I covered her mouth, muffling the loud moan that escaped her lips. I thrust into her, causing her body to bounce from the force. She gripped my hair, which was tied messily in a bun, tightly and buried her face in my neck, attempting to stifle her whimpers.

"Shhh, try to be quiet. We wouldn't want anyone to walk in and interrupt us while I'm making love to you, my dear," I whispered. She nodded, resting her head against the wall. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, causing her breathing to quicken.

"Fuck," she whimpered, squeezing her legs around me even tighter.

I buried my head in her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma. It was intoxicating and aroused me immensely. I gripped onto her thighs with more strength and increased the speed of my movements.

She let out a high-pitched squeal, biting her lip.

"Oh my god, yes!" She smiled blissfully. I could feel her legs trembling, so I decided to transfer her to the bed for more comfort. I gently laid her down and flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips slightly and parting her legs.

I pushed back inside her, and she let out a loud groan, slapping her hand against the wall. I caressed her waist, relishing the sensation of our bodies pressed together. I continued my rhythm, grunting softly with each stroke. She whimpered loudly, her mouth hanging open.

I took hold of her jaw, making her gaze up at me. She smirked at me with a face filled with desire. Leaning down, I kissed her passionately and pushed her upper body down onto the rough surface. I thrust into her, targeting her sweet spot.

She moaned loudly, muffling her sounds by burying her face in her arms. She tried to remain as quiet as possible but failed miserably. Her nails dug into her skin, leaving red marks. I smirked and changed my quick thrusts to slow but forceful strokes, hitting her sweet spot and intensifying her pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back as she arched her back against me, attempting to match my movements.

I turned her over and maintained my vigorous rhythm. She fondled her breasts and gazed into my eyes with a playful grin, aware of the effect it had on me. I snarled and seized her hands, holding them firmly above her head.

She whimpered as I penetrated her more deeply and raised her legs slightly as I thrust into her once more. She emitted a loud cry of pleasure, indicating that I had found her sensitive area, and continued with forceful movements in that precise location.

"Feels good, sweetheart?" She laid her head to the side, completely dazed.

"So damn good," she whimpered into the material. I felt her tighten around me and increased my speed, wanting her to experience a mind-blowing orgasm.

I covered her mouth as a loud scream escaped her throat. Her climax washed over her intensely. After helping her ride out her high, I withdrew from her, and she instantly collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I extracted one from the group, placed it in my mouth, returned the box and grabbed a lighter and ignited it taking a long drag releasing smoke. I wasn't much of a smoker, only indulging when I deemed it necessary.

I reclined beside my girlfriend, drawing her body close to mine, allowing her to rest her head on my chest.

"You're correct, who needs a radio," I remarked with a smirk. She laughed breathlessly against my chest and gazed up at me with an infatuated smile.

"Absolutely," she said, cupping my chin and pulling me into a kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I hummed, allowing her to take control of the kiss.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, we separated for a breath of air.

"I'm incredibly fortunate to have you," she murmured, nestling her body against mine. I smiled and embraced her, taking a drag from the cigarette. "I feel the same way, sweet tart."

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[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Season 3 x 5

I'm hoping this one's good but last episode left big shoes to fill...

With that, live reaction below.

Starting off right when they take the body away. Thor is excited about telling the story of watching his body decay.

Jay OMG.

HETTY you're not helping.

Oh, Pete's such a good guy. Laughing at the Donut Holes. LMAO.

LMAO - Trevor "Epic" to his body being found.

YOU DON'T NEED to borrow the money from Isaac. It's YOUR money.

TREVOR! telling on Jay.

Founding Farter???

WHY TREVOR?? You're not helping? (Although I do like Isaac listening to him). 'cause he's right - bad business people.

Trevor didn't go to Warton. He went to Penn.

LOL - no they aren't. I might be able to like this episode.

NANCY! Love the ghost dating.

Carol asking Pete if he's dating someone? OMG.

Hetty/Sass wanting to know what's in her purse. They are hilarious.

DONT LIE AGAIN. (Didn't you learn the last time?). I do like Carol assuming that it's okay to move on and being happy for him.

PETE getting mad about this. "I SERVED MY TIME."

THOR! OMG.

LMAO - Jay is right. BUT OMG Isaac walking in on that.

Nose candy? OMG THIS SASS/HETTY SL. I LOVE IT.

Also you can only touch things when the same person touching it - how does that work for HMONEY????

AWWWW Alberta! DAMN ALBERTA. He was so thinking that.

OH FUCK TREVOR. You put in it a brokerage account.

ALSO why does it take him so long some times and not long other times?? Wouldn't the computer time out??

ALSO "WE KNOW TREVOR."

OMG $200,000 - I love it. WAIT FUCK. OMG Trevor made them ALOT OF MONEY.

NO NO NO. Isaac, it's HER MONEY.

Or Trevor's Money since he did the work.

Trevor's impressed.

OMG Pete - THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T LIE.

OOOOOH PETEEEE.

I'm DYING. This is terrible.

Ohhhhhh, Carol is like "I don't know from experience." Yes, you do.

A cat magnet???

I do like this solution. I mean, like Isaac should realize that THEY OWE HIM NOTHING.

URINATING ON THE FLOOR????

"Isaac's House of Horse Pie?"

YES JAY STAND UP FOR THINGS!

OKay, NOT A REAL PERSON?? That's a bit far.

He did deserve to be stepped through. BUT PLEASE DON'T CAVE.

He took a bath in tomato sauce?

I don't think that's fair to Jay AT ALL.

Unclogging videos?

"In my experience... logistics." Oh, god.

Alberta calling him hot stuff.

I do like that Pete's finally standing up for himself to Carol. I love Pete! He's finally doing it. That he's told her that he knows about the affair (which she should've realized) and that it was all faked with Alberta/Nancy. It also explains why he doesn't say anything about his feelings for Alberta PRIOR to that first episode with Carol even if it was obvious.

OMG Hetty/Sass and Candy. - DAMN. Might be my favorite side plot.

Sass - they choose Higginstoot????

Awww Isaac's Table. For Isaac and his friends.

Love Hetty calling it a terrible business decision.

Isaac- LMAO.

Awwww that was sweet. I do like the ghosts being about to be surrounded by people and smells again - They were missing some friends though. Alberta? Pete? Nigel (his fiancé?)

HOLY SHIT - this is an Alberta fantasy yes? or or is that his power??? I'm Curious WTF.

YOU CAN'T END LIKE THAT!

I'm screaming.

OVERALL Good Episode after all.

Come Talk to Me People!

[d-criss-news]

Julie Andrews, Rita Ora join Dick Van Dyke 98th birthday special

Dec. 18 (UPI) -- CBS has announced a star-studded lineup for its Dick Van Dyke 98th birthday special. Dick Van Dyke 98 Years of Magic, a new special honoring and celebrating actor and performer Dick Van Dyke, will air Thursday at 9 p.m. EST on CBS and stream on Paramount+. ----------- The special will travel back in time to the iconic set of The Dick Van Dyke Show and feature music and dance spectacles, performances, special guests and a holiday number, along with songs and archival footage from Van Dyke's career. ----------- In addition, Julie Andrews, Judd Apatow, David Archuleta, Mel Brooks, Carol Burnett, Jim Carrey, Cedric the Entertainer, Stephen Colbert, David Copperfield, Darren Criss, Ted Danson, Roma Downey, Brad Garrett, Mark Hamill, Tony Hawk, Derek Hough, Ken Jeong, John Lithgow, Jenny McCarthy, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Penn + Teller, Rob Reiner, Craig Robinson, Jane Seymour, William Shatner, Martin Short, Harry Shum Jr., Mary Steenburgen and Stanley Tucci will make appearances.

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Rooster POV.

”A bad one, huh?” Penny says to me, putting a beer in front of me. 

“Well…I’m still trying to figure it out.” I know she keeps looking at me with those eyes that slowly make you reveal even your deepest secrets. 

“No flirting today, I guess it’s a seriously bad one.” I giggle, taking a sip of my beer.

I turn around and see the bar full of navy people and civilians; a few of them are already deep talking, other ones retire early with company, even Bob seems to be in an intense talk with a beautiful girl. I shake my head and go back to my beer.

“Omg, who is she?” Penny put her hand on her waist and looked at me with a shock in her expression. 

“Who is who?” I can’t even look at Penny, and that makes me laugh. 

“Come on, Rooster tell…” Penny was interrupted by Lilian, a girl who from time to time I date, nothing serious just hanging around and having a great time, we both know that.

“Hey Rooster.” She sits next to me, and Penny took it like a sign to leave us. 

“Lilian.” She is really pretty, I’m not going to lie, but she is not the girl who is in my mind right now. 

“Just Lilian? Not flirting? No game words?” She crosses her arms. “Mhm, I get it, I hear from Bob you have a deployment Tuesday morning, right?” I see her and smile. 

“Yes, we do.” She put her hand over mine. “So, what about if we have fun before you leave?” 

-

“And?” Penny won’t leave things like this and I knew it very well. 

“Penny…” She denies and crosses and rests her arms over the counter. 

“No, no, no Penny me, you just let Lilian leave alone, still you’re here with a hot beer, not even playing the piano and making my customers go crazy. Omg, you’re fired?” I laugh but that doesn’t change the fact she put on a serious face. 

“Damn it, you are good.” I stretched my back and put my arms in the same position as her. She has known me since I was little a few years after my father’s death, so reading to me wasn't so hard for her. “You remember the girl who was with Hangman, last night?” She scoffs, ok, it wasn’t the best clue. “Really? What night and which girl?” She smiles at me. 

“Ok, it wasn’t a good clue. The girl who didn’t wear a uniform, a cute smile but sad eyes, she was si…” She opened her eyes big and hit the table. 

“Y/N!” I nod but her expression it’s not exactly what I expected.

I waited for a minute, but she didn’t say anything. “Penn?” She blinks and lowers her head. 

“Bradley from all the girls that come and go, from all the girls you hang out with.” She takes a deep breath. “You have to fall for Y/N.” 

A customer interrupts us asking for a drink. “What? Does she have a boyfriend? Is she engaged? She didn’t hang out with Jake, for Christ’s sake.” I left my beer to the side and those incessant questions made Penny smile a little bit but the concern in her face didn't change.

“Rooter, Rooster.” She sees straight to my eyes. “If it weren't for those crystal eyes on your face I’ll cut you from all this.” If it’s good or bad, I don't know. “But that’s the same eyes Carol had every time we talked about Goos.” 

She put her hair back. “Answer honestly to me, not playing. Do you really really like her?” 

She has a serious face, but I answer right away. “Yes, I really like her.” 

“We’re doomed.” 

I told her this isn't the first time I saw her, of course I told her about our little chats on the beach and that I was so stupid for not recognizing her with a cap in her head; she listened carefully watching my expressions all the time. 

The first time I saw her was approximately a year ago, she was watching the take off of F-18 from the runaway, she used crutches in that time but a navy uniform; I approached to her asking if she needed help or she was looking for someone but as I came closer I saw the tears in her eyes, that day she didn’t gave me her name or anything she just gave me a painful smile. A couple of days later I saw her one more time, this time Phoenix was hugging her with tears in her eyes, and told her she take care; when I asked for her, Nat told me it was a good friend, her callsign, Skyhook, a prodigies aviator two generations younger than us, who recently lost her partner in a tragic accident, but she didn’t tell me more, and I don’t dare to asked for more information, unconsciously that girl got straight to my heart and when I see her one more time that little feeling became a butterfly in my stomach.

But the approach we have the last time in the beach change everything, in the navy we see, hear and live awful things but saw that pain one more time in her eyes was hard to bear and when she hugged me, stops my world, it wasn’t <a little crush> anymore, I’m sure about that.

“Promise me something, Rooster.” Penny and I were outside of Hard Deck watching the night sea waves. 

“Anything.” She put her arms around me. 

“You won’t hurt her, if you find out you don’t feel the same or anything to her, you let her go with the minimum pain, I know Y/N since she is a little baby, and see her get through again for a unbearable pain…well it won’t be a turning back from how that pain will change her and no one who loves her wants to see that.” I see her and she does the same. 

“Promise.” Penny gives me a little smile.

“Bradley Bradshaw, you have a hard fight.” It’s a friendly but serious warning.

[sandcobangevent]

Misery (No Company)

by @clonksterclonk and @pepperpepperz Read the fic and view the art on AO3!

“Sherlock! I’m going to the big shop, you want anything?”

Sherlock yells a no as an answer.

John is leaving the flat again. Thats the third time this week, which would be more then normal if there was an open case, but as of now, the Sherlock & Co. crew has just finished one. Therefore- no reason for John to be leaving again. He always comes back with massive bags and every time Sherlock questions him it goes nowhere.

He has, of course, tried investigating this himself, but found nothing but a few pillows (new? possibly second hand from either a shop or Carol - light remnants of a perfume resembling hers). When that proved fruitless he decided to let it go for now. His ant colony is growing steadily and it requires his attention.

Unfortunately the detectives thoughts keep coming back to Johns strange behaviour no matter how hard he tries to distract himself. He wanted to believe that his suspicions sprung from nothing, that his brain hasn’t yet registered that the case is over, that there’s nothing more to figure out… but small things just kept. coming. up.

On tuesday night, after they solved the last mystery, Sherlock expected to settle into their post case routine. He was going to take a shower, change into his pjs and lock himself into his room to let his body and brain go offline for an hour or two before joining John downstairs to take part in mandatory dinner (which usually ended up being sandwiches they bought on the way home or chinese food john ordered while he way out of it) and afterwards plop down on the couch with his companion to watch trashy tv until they fell asleep on the couch.

John disrupted the routine when he made dinner himself. After the case, he made Sherlock penne pasta. Not a monumental task by any means, but a small change from their usual, one that stuck with Sherlock. Instead of watching love is blind, they watched a documentary on corvids. Sherlock would love the evening if he wasn’t on edge the whole time.

It felt like the calm before the storm. He felt something coming and he didn’t like it.

He ended up caring for his ants, begrudgingly naming them after the strange people from the blue app in his phone when the front door opened. Sherlock felt himself tense and took a deep breath, trying to look nonchalant as John made his way up the stairs. When his blond head finally made it thru, he was holding another big bag.

“Oh hello! Ants again? For the love of god if they escape again ill use the spray-“

“Weren’t you just going to the big store? Why the duffel bag?”

Silence fell over the room before John started stuttering, trying his best to explain himself (hiding something).

“Oh you know, trying to be more environmentally friendly and all that haha, we should uh, all try that, right? Besides don’t even try to steer the conversation away from the ants, im still pissed off about that,” is what John settles on, crossing his arms and when Sherlock didn’t respond, he just huffed under his breath and headed upstairs.

Environmentally friendly my arse, thought Sherlock to himself later that night, sneaking his way around the flat to get to Johns room and investigate. Unfortunately he didn’t get far, the locked room to Johns room greeted him with a sticky note saying ‘buzz off, nosy prick :P’

Normally, picking the lock wouldn’t be an issue but Sherlock felt weirdly discouraged. Did John… actually think he was a prick? God, what a stupid thought, of course not. He felt silly as the thought came and went. John was his best friend. That’s what he kept telling himself as he tried fall asleep, the slightest notes of uncertainty and sadness overtaking him as he drifted to the land of dreams.

—

When he wakes up, the flat is empty, which doesn’t surprise him anymore, but the sting in his chest make’s itself known again regardless. The weather outside is typical for England, a loud inconsistent tap tap taping noise of the raindrops against the windows filling the entire building. Sherlock rubs at his eyes and digs in his nightstand for his noise cancelling headphones before begrudgingly heading downstairs.

What greets him is the absence of that familiar tea smell. He even finds himself missing the crunching of biscuits as his best friend stuffs his face every morning, insisting that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

He heads over to his violin, hoping its gentle tones will help dull the rain better then the headphones did. He doesn’t have a piece in mind when he starts playing, but as the notes start flying thru the air he feels weirdly… sad.

The absence of John in the flat is palpable. Without a case to work on his mind is constantly reminding him of just how alone he is. How lucky he was, to make a friend like John. People have good reasons to find him off putting - he’s objectively terrible at being a person. He doesn’t think that he’ll ever make a friend like John again.

There’s a sinking feeling the longer he plays. John isnt coming back, the voice in his head says. He’s had enough of you. This adventure was fun, but he’s done. It’s done. Nothing lasts forever.

His stupid, stupid brain keeps bringing things up, no matter how loud or aggressively he plays, ignoring the tears stinging in his eyes.

When did he start crying?

All the boxes, John buying and borrowing stuff. He’s ready to move out, ready to move on. From this life, from this dumpster fire of a flat. From sherlock.

The music reaches a crescendo and a sob wrecks Sherlocks body when he hears an almost silent ping, and then everything stops. He almost feels like he made the noise up, so he takes off his ear defenders when he hears it again, it’s clearer without the distractions. He carefully sets his violin and headphones down and makes him way towards the source of the mysterious noise.

Sherlock comes into the kitchen, where Johns phone lays, the screen just now turning dark after the second message came thru. This is it. In front of him is the confirmation that he needs.

Johns password is all to predictable, and even tho he knows he shouldn’t, Sherlock picks the phone up and starts reading.

mariana: i think i lost you lol, hope you caught that cab

mariana: im almost home, sherlock will be so happy im telling you :33

Sherlock doesn’t even have time to process what that means when the front door opens and he freezes, caught in the act. There’s two sets of footsteps coming from downstairs.

“I mean it John, how do you lose a phone in a Coop? It’s not like it’s-“

“Yeah, shut it,” John laughs, “I think I’ve left the phone at home, let’s just hope that- Oh mate you okay? Your eyes are all red!” John waltzes thru the door with Mariana right on his tail, dropping the bag he was holding and rushing over to Sherlock, raising his arm tentatively before stopping himself. “Touching alright?”

Sherlock nods, still in shock as John wipes his tears away gently, handing him a napkin that Mari took out of her purse.

“Can whatever happened be fixed with some peanuts and a hot coco?” Mariana quips, smiling up at Sherlock as John bends down to show of the bag. It’s full of snacks. John and Mariana brought snacks.

Snacks. Blankets. Pillows. Sherlock is an idiot.

That evening was spent watching Fantastic Mr. Fox, the trio cuddled up on the couch. Sherlocks nails were purple now, which was new, but not unpleasant. His hair had a little braid (?) in it and he has eaten enough salted peanuts to kill a healthy pony and for once in forever, everything was okay.

[wutbju]

BJU likes to say it's always proactive -- that it takes action before a problem arises.

However, they always react.

Take their removal of the interracial dating rule in March 2000. They claim that they had been talking about it since May 1999 and the removal had nothing to do with public scrutiny during Campaign 2000.

Take their 2008 "Statement on Race" which was a fauxpology for their century of racism. They insist that it had nothing to do with the groundswell of alumni calling for them to "Please Reconcile." Horse feathers.

And the same thing is going on with what motivated them for the GRACE report. I have the whole thing laid out. You can read it here. But Wordpress's formatting for tables is a little flaky.

So if you want to see a cleaner layout, go to this Google doc.

In that timeline I point out what BJU claims and what the facts actually were.

Kathyrn Post reiterated that BJU's hiring of GRACE was motivated by the Penn State scandal.

BJU repeatedly claims that.

That is false.

Penn State's Jerry Sandusky was arrested on November 5, 2011.

Four days before that (11/1), I found that Chuck Phelps, the infamous protector of child rapist Ernie Willis, was still on the BJU Board.

A month and a half before that (9/20), we alumni found the BJU Employee handbook was not in compliance with state law.

Three weeks before that (9/2), the Obama Administration was holding college's "feet to the fire" about campus sexual assaults. The Christian Science Monitor reported that “all colleges are now on notice that they must ensure they're responding promptly and fairly to reports of sexual misconduct. Federal officials have launched investigations based on information that concerns them about certain campuses.”

And in the midst of the Federal oversight and the alumni oversight, on September 28, 2011, BJU's own Carol Kierstead emailed the BJU employees with this:

Communications (Carol Keirstead) 9/28/2011 Faculty and Staff, Attached is BJU’s revised Sexual Abuse Policy and Procedures. The original policy, including the section on the policy in the 2011-2012 Faculty/Staff Handbook, was written in consultation with legal counsel and met state reporting requirements. Within the last two weeks, some of our constituents pointed out weaknesses in the wording. When we receive input such as this, we evaluate to see what we can learn and/or how we can make something better. We now have clarified this policy so that it not only meets legal requirements but also is a best practices policy. It is important that we verify that each employee has received and read the policy. Please print the two forms at the end of the policy—Statement of Life Practices and Child Abuse Policy and Procedures Acknowledgment—complete the forms and send them to the Human Resources office by October 7, 2011. We suggest you retain a copy of the signed forms as well as a copy of the policy for your records. Marshall Franklin, Executive Vice President for Operations Gary Weier, Executive Vice President for Academic Affairs

It was not Penn State and Jerry Sandusky. BJU wasn't being extra honorable and proactive.

We alumni and the federal government put fear into them.

We did it.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 15, 1967

Lauren Hutton wears a dress with Asian accents, aged black satin, with dispersion of flower flowers in rhinestones. Straight collar, long sleeves with wrists, a large black belt. Staron fabric. By James Galanos. Shoes: David Evins for Galanos. Penn-Carol tights. Hairstyle Ara Gallant.

Lauren Hutton porte une robe aux accents asiatiques, satin vieilli noir, avec dispersions de pétales de fleurs en strass. Col montant, manches longues avec poignets, une large ceinture noire. De tissu staron. Par James Galanos. Chaussures: David Evins pour Galanos. Collants de Penn-Carol. Coiffure, Ara Gallant.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

[mirandamckenni1]

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[girlintheredapron]

NEW SERIES

I’ve been meal planning for about a month now and realized I could have been sharing that with whoever stumbled across this page! Many of us agree, trying to decide what to eat can be a struggle.

So without further ado:

Monday: Fusilli con Sugo di Agnello

Tuesday: Penne al Mare

Wednesday: Panigacci

Thursday: American Independence Day (also my husbands birthday. We’re doing a classic Americana Barbecue)

Friday: nothing planned currently but probably Thursday’s leftovers

You’re probably wondering what I mean by the notes. “Nonna’s pg. ###”. Or not. You might be a mind reader. You might be in the room with me right now. 👀

Husband and I frequent a used bookstore close to us called BookOff. Great to find a good book or two. Terrible to sell your books to them. Donate your books to a library instead. He found recently a few cookbooks! Including this lovely little number:

In Nonna’s kitchen by Carol Field

This weeks recipes will be from this book directly, a collection of recipes from various Nonna’s around Italy. Think of Pasta Grannies but before YouTube.

We have a small Italian market super close to us so we started the prep. Got the pasta, cheeses, herbs there. Got the meat from the middle eastern Asian grocery store today. Finished by getting the seafood at the winco because I just didn’t feel up to stopping at any of the Asian groceries around us.

Now. I’ll be honest. I don’t know if I’ll be good at taking pics of the cooking of each meal. But I can guarantee I will share my plate each day.

Will you join me at my dinner table? ☺️

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

The Walgreens at penn station taste as my primary point of orientation is closed. The Duane Reade near the brill building (Carole king fans iykyk) closed down. It’s throwing me for a loop.

[byneddiedingo]

Keir Dullea in 2001: A Space Odyssey (Stanley Kubrick, 1968)

Cast: Keir Dullea, Gary Lockwood, William Sylvester, Daniel Richter, Leonard Rossiter, Margaret Tyzack, Robert Beatty, Sean Sullivan, Douglas Rain (voice). Screenplay: Stanley Kubrick, Arthur C. Clarke, based on a story by Clarke. Cinematography: Geoffrey Unsworth. Production design: Ernest Archer, Harry Lange, Anthony Masters. Film editing: Ray Lovejoy.

I know that I first saw 2001 on April 13, 1968, because (as a little Googling tells me) that was the date of the lunar eclipse I witnessed on leaving the theater, an appropriately cosmic climax to the cinematic experience I had just had. Kubrick's film was an experience to be savored by those of us who were already hip to the revolution in American filmmaking underway after the sensation of Bonnie and Clyde (Arthur Penn, 1967) and The Graduate (Mike Nichols, 1967). I doubt that anyone who wasn't of an age to experience it realizes quite how revolutionary those movies seemed to us. Though it's conventional to say that our experiences were produced in part by controlled substances, anyone who really knows me knows that I wasn't under the influence of any substance stronger than beer. Today, 2001 doesn't seem much like a revolutionary film: We have lived through the actual 2001, which had its own epoch-making event in the September of that year, but in which no one was making trips to the moon on Pan Am. That airline went out of business in 1991, and the last real moon expedition, Apollo 17, took place in December 1972. But the future is never quite what it's cracked up to be. What was revolutionary about 2001 the movie is that it taught us how a movie can make us think without spelling out its ideas for us. Kubrick wisely whittled down the narrative given him by Arthur C. Clarke to a series of images, and ditched the score written by Alex North for an evocative set of snippets from classical works, letting us assemble any meaning to be derived from the film for ourselves. Of course, in 1968 we went back to our homes and dorm rooms and did just that. Seeing it today, I am most struck by how skillful Kubrick was in creating the persona of HAL, the sentient computer. Much credit goes, of course, to the voiceover work of Douglas Rain, but also to Kubrick's choice to make the dialogue of the humans in the movie as banal and jargon-filled as possible. HAL's final pleading and breakdown as Dave pulls his memory chips is haunting. Yes, the movie has its longueurs: Kubrick is deservedly proud of its landmark special effects and spends more time than is necessary showing them off. They won him the film's only Oscar, without honoring the work of Douglas Trumbull and others who executed them. He was also nominated as director and as co-screenwriter with Clarke, and the art direction team received a nod, but the film was passed over for the significant work of cinematographer Geoffrey Unsworth, who was assisted by John Alcott, and for the sound crew headed by Winston Ryder. And it failed to receive a best picture nomination in the year when that award went to Oliver! (Carol Reed, 1968). I happen to like Oliver! and don't think it's necessarily one of the Academy's more shameful choices, but it's certainly not an epochal movie.

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪!"

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I CAN'T remember how long I've been in administrative segregation, maybe a month or so, I'm not sure. The only thing on my mind is Carol and where she is.

To make matters worse, I ended up getting an additional 25 years for killing a girl and paralyzing another. In my defense, they tried to kill me first, but the correctional officers didn't see it that way. Honestly, I don't care anymore.

I was sitting on my bed when I heard a buzzing sound and my cell door opening. Confused, I got up as CO Hellman entered my cell with handcuffs.

"Hands out, princess, you're leaving," he said. I didn't need to be told twice, so I put my hands out and he tightly placed the handcuffs on me, as if it was supposed to hurt me, what an asshole.

We walked out of my cell, and as I passed other women, they either glared at me or stared. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. We reached the hallway, and I assumed I would be taken back to D-block, but I was in for a big surprise when we stopped in front of C-block.

I was completely confused when the gate opened and Hellman unlocked my handcuffs, shoving me inside. Some eyes were on us as he did so.

"Hey, watch it, dickhead!" I snapped at him, giving him a death glare. He rolled his eyes and threw a dark blue jumpsuit at me.

"Your cell is 1-03. Have fun, princess," he smirked before walking away.

I rolled my eyes and turned around, only to bump into someone. Seriously, I seem to be bumping into everyone. I looked up and saw a tall girl with dark hair and caramel skin, covered in tattoos. Her dark brown eyes pierced into mine.

"Looks like we have a new inmate," she said with a smirk.

"Carol is going to have fun with you," she added, walking away. Wait a minute... Carol? Could it be my Carol? I looked around, but didn't see anyone who resembled her. I shrugged it off, assuming she was talking about someone else.

I made my way to my cell and placed my belongings on the bottom bunk.

I removed my D-block clothes and crumpled them up, throwing them into the corner of the room. I then changed into the dark blue scrubs. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice saying, "Put your shit on the top bunk."

Surprised, I stopped what I was doing and slowly turned around to see Carol, the person I had been thinking about for the past two years.

As our eyes met, her expression widened in surprise.

"Penn?" she said, and I nodded slowly, my shocked face turning into a small smile. Her face started to light up, and she squealed with excitement, jumping up and down and reaching out for me like a child. She ran towards me and jumped on me, hugging me tightly.

"Oh my goodness, it's really you!" she exclaimed. I stumbled back slightly at her sudden action but hugged her back just as tightly. She then grabbed my face and showered it with kisses before finally kissing me on the lips.

After a few seconds, she pulled away and jumped off me. It was then that I noticed how much she had changed over the years.

Her facial features had become more defined, and she had grown taller. Although she was still shorter than me, it was clear that she wasn't the same height as before. She still wore her glasses, as she couldn't see without them, and her personality seemed unchanged.

"I missed you so much, I never thought it would be you. Wait, why are you even here?" she asked. I chuckled and sat down on the bottom bunk, motioning for her to join me.

"Well, I got into a little fight with some D-block girls," I said with a shrug.

"Who won?" she asked sarcastically. I let out a fake laugh and rolled my eyes.

"So, what's been going on here?" Her smile immediately faded, and her expression turned into a glare.

"I have 30 more years in here," she said, causing my eyes to widen.

"What do you mean you have 30 more years?"

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|ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋ 2 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ|

ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇᴅᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ "ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇᴅᴀ?" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ.

"ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱʜʀᴜɢ "ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴ' ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇ��� ᴏꜰꜰ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴄᴏ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ" ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ɢʀᴏᴡʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴜꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

"ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪᴛ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴘʟᴜꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ" ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʜᴜꜰꜰᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴜɴɪꜰᴏʀᴍ.

"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ?" ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴀɪᴅ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ! ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇʟᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀᴍᴇ" ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ.

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴛ 'ᴇᴍ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.

"ʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ?" ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ "ᴜꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ?" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴀᴄᴛ.

ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴄᴋʙᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴄ-ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ.

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɴᴏ! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴜᴍᴍɪᴇꜱ! ɢᴏ!" ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɪɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɢʀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ.

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ, ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ?" ꜱʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ "ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ!" ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʜɪᴠ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ "ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ?ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʀɪꜱᴋ." ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ɢʀᴏᴡʟᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ.

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ!" ꜱʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴡɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴀᴛ ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ "ʙᴜʟʟᴄʀᴀᴘ!" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ "ʙᴜʟʟ-ᴛʀᴜᴇ!" ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʙɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ? ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛᴀꜱʜ!" ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴠ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ'ꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴋ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?" ʙᴀʀʙʀᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴᴇ "ɪ'ᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ" ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ɢʀɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ.

"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙᴜʀᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ɢᴀꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ "ʙᴜʀᴛ ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋꜱ ʙᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴅᴏɢ ᴘɪɴᴋʏ, ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ,

ɪ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ.

ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜱᴄᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟʏɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀꜱʜ ꜱʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢʀɪʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ

"ꜰʀɪᴇᴅᴀ!".

|ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴠᴇʀ|

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"So that's what happened damn bitch snitched on me so now I'll be here for the rest of my life!" I felt the anger radiating off my girlfriend. She truly felt betrayed, and it was all because of that whore.

"I knew something was off with that pig-tailed cunt the moment I met her" I replied, shaking my head.

I remembered Barbra coming back in from that day holding her bloody cheek. I was the only one who didn't go to that game because I disliked kickball and wasn't feeling well at the time.

"Where is she now?" I ask.

"Well from what I was told she went downhill to minimum" I sighed of course that's what she would do cause if she had stayed, she wouldn't last a minute and I would have made sure that I grabbed Carol and wrapped her in my arms stroking her hair.

"Don't worry, cupcake, we'll just wait for her. A little birdie is telling me that she won't be there forever and when she comes back, we can have some fun with her" she looks deep into my eyes and her lips slowly creep up to a smirk.

"God, I missed you" she whispers, grabbing my chin and pressing her lips to mine.

I felt her grab my wrists and flip us on to the bed so that she was on top of me she forcefully opened the front of my jumper and pulled it off my shoulders she buried her face in my neck leaving small marks on my neck I moaned gripping her hips tightly and rocking her hips into mine.

"Mmm" she moaned into my neck, biting down on my skin. I groaned loudly, the pain only turning me on even more.

"I see you grew some balls" I flipped us over and unbuttoned her prison suit.

"But I'll always be in control" I tugged the scrubs off of her and tossed them across the room.

I spread her legs, missing the feeling of her smooth ivory skin. I trailed my hands up her legs and stopped at her thighs. I was gonna tease her, but it's been a while.

I decided not to. I leaned down continuing our make out. I put my hand into her panties, rubbing her clit in circles.

She scratched her nails into my shoulders, her eyes fluttering. I bit my lip, feeling her already moist for me.

"Damn, you're so wet, cupcake. Is this all for me?" She nodded her head, moving her hips in sync with my motions.

"I want to see all of you," she whispered.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise but complied, nonetheless. I removed my hand from her underwear, causing her to whine at the sudden loss of sensation. I unbuttoned my suit and took it off, revealing my slightly muscular body.

Carol gasped quietly at the sight, running her hands down my abs.

"How did this happen?" she said, biting her lip as her eyes darkened.

"I've been working out, sweet cake," I replied, grabbing her and lifting her up to sit against the wall. I removed her panties and immediately inserted two fingers into her.

She let out a loud yelp, gripping onto me as I instantly set a rough pace. "Oh my god!" she whined, throwing her head back against the wall.

"More," she whimpered. I added another finger.

"You feel incredible, Care Bear," I said as I felt her tighten around my fingers, moving them faster.

She buried her head in my shoulder, her sounds growing louder. A few seconds later, my fingers were coated in her flowing wetness. I withdrew my fingers, observing the mess she had made. I sucked on them, moaning at the taste of her.

I was taken by surprise when she flipped us over and pulled down my underwear.

"I think it's time I do something for the both of us," she said, placing one leg over mine and the other leg underneath. I finally caught on to what she was doing and grabbed her waist to support her.

She nibbled on her lip in anticipation and joined our sensitive areas, causing both of us to inhale sharply at the novel sensation.

She began to sway back and forth, establishing a satisfying rhythm that allowed us to fully experience everything.

"Oh, fuck, I've missed this!" she moaned, throwing her head back and gripping my shoulders tightly.

"Carol," I moaned, grasping her swaying hips more firmly.

"Mmm, do you like that?" she whispered, unfastening my bra and caressing my breasts, squeezing them as she increased the speed of her movements. I let out a soft whimper at her touch; she had definitely become more assertive over the years.

"Yes," I groaned, shifting her position so that she bounced slightly. She let out a loud moan, and I had to cover her mouth to stifle her sounds, not wanting to attract any attention.

"We need to be quiet," I whispered.

She simply smirked, sliding down her bra straps and unhooking it from behind before removing the bothersome fabric, revealing her bouncing breasts. I could tell that they had grown since the last time I had seen them.

I cupped them in my hands, teasing her nipples, and she whimpered, increasing the pace of her movements. Her sounds had always been my weakness during intimate moments; they were my addiction, and I absolutely adored them.

"Do you like my tits?" she purred. I growled, gripping her ass, and she whined, completely aroused. Our lips met, and the sound of our sensitive areas rubbing against each other heightened my arousal even further.

"I certainly do," I said, delivering a sharp spank to her rear, causing her to yelp in surprise.

I flipped us over, raising her legs to her chest, aligning our sensitive areas once again, and maintaining the rhythm.

"Yes, Penn yes right there!" She cried out her eyes rolling back, and I grasped her throat and gently squeezed, enough to silence her but not to choke her.

I lowered my hand and began caressing her clitoris in circular motions. I moaned softly, holding back the screams that I wanted to release from the depths of my throat.

I gazed down at my girlfriend, who appeared completely dazed and satisfied, watching her hips move in rhythm.

"Fuck, keep going, baby. I'm going to cum," she moaned. I quickly moved away from her and vigorously stimulated her clitoris while pleasuring myself.

She bit her lip hard, uttering my name in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she ejaculated onto the sheets. I moaned softly, feeling my own release wash over me in waves.

I helped her ride out her intense pleasure until she finally relaxed, while I reached my own climax.

"Wow, it's been a while since I felt that" she said, lying down and catching her breath. I chuckled, lying down beside her.

"I didn't know you were capable of squirting," I smirked, nibbling on the marks I had left on her body. She pushed my head away, rolling her eyes, and positioned herself on her stomach, resting her head on her arm.

"I have more time, you know," I randomly mentioned. She shot up in shock, her eyes widening.

"Are you serious?!" I nodded my head.

"Yes, 25 more years for that girl I killed, so I suppose we'll be stuck here together." She smiled and rested her head on my chest.

"I'm glad to have you back, and I love the sound of that," she said, smiling mischievously.

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