#re gila

[sharoscylla]

why are we still calling it "durgetash" when "PetroDragonic Apocalypse" is RIGHT THERE

[faewlers]

' pues no lo parece ' contraatacó con sequedad. esta vez no pudo esconder la desazón de que le causaba el alejamiento de su amiga. ' ¿te parece que estoy en las mismas condiciones que el resto? ¿habiendo sido la asistente de vera quinn? ' encaró incrédula. albertina no era estúpida, y pasífae tampoco, por lo que podía percibir que la veía culpable, al menos en parte, de todo el exposé y el revuelo causado por la difunta ex profesora. no pudo hacer más que bufar ante lo siguiente, acabando por cruzarse de brazos. ' por supuesto que no, albertina —— es algo importantísimo que hayas inaugurado tu propio salón. lo digo en serio ' insistió en un tono que demostraba que estaba siendo genuina, que no había malas intenciones detrás de sus comentarios. ' ¿en vivo? vaya, realmente lo lograste, alber. te felicito ' ahora, una sonrisa verdadera, amable y cariñosa surcó sus facciones. era un vaivén de sensaciones estar hablando con la morena. no sabía con certeza dónde estaban paradas y presentía que no lo sabría por un largo tiempo. al menos hasta que el asunto de vera quinn se esclareciera. ' sí, la sigo, pero no logré ver el vivo. tuve que entregar el último número de mi columna antes de venir ' básicamente lo hizo a las apuradas, para no perder su taxi. el camino fue cortísimo, pero pareció tan largo a su vez. no pensó que volvería a ver la casa buchanan en mucho, mucho tiempo. ' ¿y ya has tratado con clientes especiales? digo, no sé, kylie jenner y ese séquito de fotocopias ' rio apenas. luego, apretó los labios en una fina línea y se encogió los hombros. ' ahora tengo algo para hacer y matar el tiempo aquí dentro. tal vez me sirva escuchar a benito para no matar a dylan ' comentó jocosa. ' ah, con razón no te llegaban mis mensajes ' por una parte lo sintió como un alivio, pero por el otro le dolía no haber sabido el dato antes. tomó la tarjeta y la escrudiñó con cautela. ' toda una mujer de negocios ' la elogió mientras la guardaba dentro de su bolso. ' prometo agendarte y enviarte la reseña en cuanto vaya a mi habitación ' asintió. ' por cierto, ¿quiénes son tus roomies? '

' no estoy convencida de nada. ' se defiende. ' tú eres tan sospechosa como todos los demás, ¿no? ' miente, pues la consideraba aún más. ella en cambio se limpia las manos con facilidad, todo el asunto le interesa poco y nada. es sincera cuando dice que está ahí por los lujos de los que no pudo gozar en su crecimiento, que solo conoció al pisar dover, massachusetts. a lo siguiente, eleva una ceja. ' ¿estás siendo sarcástica? ' elige creer que no, mas no lo descifra. ' en fin, lo transmitieron en vivo más temprano. puedo vivir con eso. ¿tú sigues a la cuenta del salón? ' quiere saber. ' —nos va muy bien, la verdad. más de lo que pensé. calabasas es un buen lugar para hacer esas cosas. a todas las personas les importa mucho su aspecto. ' a ella también, pero se había encontrado con algo totalmente distinto a lo que estaba acostumbrada en país natal. hasta los dieciocho, albertina salía a la calle a cara lavada sin ningún problema. ahora puede que se haya contagiado un poco de la cultura californiana, siempre bien vestida y maquillada. se arregló la nariz, incluso. frente a negativa, se lleva la mano a la boca con indignación teatral. ' ¿en serio? no, fae, te pierdes un montón. ' asegura, negando con la cabeza varias veces. ' su mejor trabajo a la fecha, diría yo. pero la reseña no la leí, ¿me la pasas? —espera, cambié mi número. código de área y esas cosas. ' abre pequeño bolso con el que carga y del mismo retira una tarjeta. ' mi personal está ahí abajo. '

[karylvsjuanii]

Desvelado | Juani Caruso

tw: ningunoo, todo es súper fluff, algo cursi y menciona infidelidad pero es negada porque no sucede nada. Discusiones.

Por favor dime si hay un error o falta algo.

Basada en la canción “Desvelado - Bobby Pulido”

Gordi, ya venís? - Pregunta Fran al otro lado de mi celular.

Estoy a 15 Fran, no empiecen sin mi porfa. - Pido finalizando la llamada después de un “no tardés más” de parte de Fran.

Iba manejando por las calles coloridas escuchando “desvelado” de bobby pulido.

“Muy buenos días a todos, y mejores por esta buenísima rolona, como están todos?”

De nuevo esa voz, si sigo así me volveré esquizofrénico.

Llevaba unas dos semanas aproximadamente enamorándome de una voz anónima que pasaba por la radio cada que tomaba rumbo a algún lugar por las mañanas, me había grabado de memoria la estación. La hora. Y la hora en la que se iba.

“Recuerden que la línea está disponible para que llamen para pedir una canción” “Oh, justo a tiempo”

Subí el volumen de la radio para poderla escuchar mejor.

“Hola?, Bien, vamos a reproducirla una vez y se acabe esta canción, gracias por su llamada, que tenga un muy bonito día”

Su voz sonaba tan tranquila, era como escuchar las olas del mar, me enamoré aunque nunca la conocí, y cada que vuelvo a escucharla, anhelo poder encontrarla por alguna de estas calles.

Sinceramente me considero un psicopata por decir todo esto, pero quien no se resistiría a esa voz de ángel?

Finalmente llegué a mi destino. Un restaurante donde se supone todos mis amigos me están esperando para pasar el rato juntos.

Mas tarde tendríamos que ir a una conferencia del cast principal, pero eso sería ya por la noche. Últimamente habíamos tenido esta rutina. Almorzar por la mañana y vernos en la noche para entrevistas, conferencias, premios.

Aburrido. Y más sin poder dejar de pensar en su voz.

Ya tienen su traje listo? Yo tengo que ir saliendo por el mío. - Felipe ríe por lo bajo.

Te acompaño. - Habla Matías antes de meter un pedazo de carne a su boca.

…

Listo, Juani? -

Blas iba a llevarme en su auto, ya que el mío estaba en mantenimiento y él se ofreció a hacerme el favor. Un amor.

En que tanto pensás, boludo? - Blas me pregunta sin alejar la vista de la carretera.

“No lo sé.” Suelto sin respuesta.

Blas, vos te pensás, tipo, que alto forro si alguien te contara que se está hasta las manos de una voz y no puede dejar de pensar en ella, aunque ni siquiera la conozca, pero incluso ha soñado en su querer, en estar en sus brazos, en que ella le habla. Repito. Sin conocerla. - Creo que estoy todo rojo.

Na amigo, estás re copado. Me estás jodiendo vo’ - Blas ríe haciendo montoncito con sus dedos.

No te jodo boludo, me estoy volviendo loco. Vos entendés eso? Juani, volviendosé loco por una piba que ni en pedo la conoce. -

Me siento aliviado de poder sacar mi frustración aunque un poco mufa por la reacción de Blas.

Me estás diciendo vo’ que por eso has estao’ re colgado por ella? Más bien, por una voz que probablemente sea de cualquier forra bagarta? - Se burla Blas.

Cerrá el orto cheto de mierda, no la conocés. - Quedé re picado por lo que dijo Blas, me hirvió la sangre a 1000 grados.

Ni vos tampoco, gil escracho. -

Okey, eso me envió a la concha de mi madre.

…

En un par de 10 minutos más, ya estabamos junto a nuestros compañeros y amigos, unos tomandose fotos, arreglandose, otros ya dentro de cabinas donde asignaron sus entrevistas, y los demas, aceptando las bebidas del lugar.

Amigos, me putearon todo. - Llega Mati riéndose.

Por que? Que hiciste pelotudo? - Pregunta Simón dejando su celular a un lado.

Naa, me llenaron de cosas que ni yo me acuerdo por quedarme colgado con la gila que estaba ahí metida en la cabina, era como una de ahí, re linda ella eh. - Matías toma un vaso de agua para llevarlo a sus labios y dar un sorbo sin dejar de vernos.

Te gustó más que Malena? - Pregunto riéndome.

Obviamente, la piba ha de ser unos 10 años o 10 siglos menor que malena. - Felipe ríe burlándose.

No estes jodiendo forrito, tampoco pa tanto, te la dejo a vos que te hace falta una manita eh. - Ríe alejándose lo más rápido de Felipe que inmediatamente fue perseguido por él.

…

Veía twitter tranquilamente en lo que esperaba pacientemente mi turno, me tocaba después de Enzo.

Pasé viendo todos los comentarios que hacían al respecto por mis rt. Últimamente eran solo de alguien que me gustaba y de lo mucho que me encantaba su voz. Ya se imaginarán las reacciones de todas. A veces eran re bardas las pibas.

Che, Juani, tu turno. Suerte. - Enzo toca mi hombro demostrándome amabilidad, no sin antes dejar una sonrisa y desaparecer de mi vista.

Él y todos sabíamos en sí que a veces era algo tedioso ser entrevistado. Che, cuidar que decís, que hacés, que opinás, las preguntas re incomodas que al toque hacen, vos sabés boludo.

Doy un último sorbo a mi agua helada, y me dirigí con cortos pasos a la cabina número 3, antes adueñada de Enzo.

Y hasta el momento, sigo creyendo que haber cruzado esa puerta fue la mejor decisión de toda mi vida.

Hola Juani, cómo estás? - Se acercó a mi dejando a un lado un frasco que parecía ser un gel.

Extendió su mano con una sonrisa en su rostro, mirándome.

Su voz fue lo primero que me hizo derretir, y ahora estarla escuchando de la nueva niña de mis ojos, me hizo sentir escalofríos.

Era ella. Y no lo dudé ni un segundo.

Parece alta pero no más que yo, llevaba puesta una falda color negra y una blusa color vino de manga larga la cual descubría sus hombros y dejaba ver su clavícula marcada, ese color hacía resaltar demasiado su tono de piel, era blanca como si en su vida hubiera estado bajo el sol y su cabello hacía que se viera aún más.

Qué tal?, Todo bien y vos? - Devuelvo el saludo, encantado.

Igual que vos, un gusto. - Su mano se alejó de la mía, al igual que su cuerpo para llegar a donde antes estaba y señalarme con su dedo un asiento rodeado de cámaras, luces, y micrófonos.

Seguí su indicación y tomé asiento a donde ella señaló.

En la cabina habían más personas vestidas de negro, con cables, computadoras, micrófonos, luces por todos lados, tripiés, e incluso mates.

Empezaron a retocarme un poco el rostro con polvo iluminador, también pasaron un peine por mis rizos, un spray fijador y más polvo.

Para ser sinceros, no preste atención a lo que estaban haciendo conmigo, y no me interesaba, estaba muy ocupado viéndola.

Se encontraba anotando unas cosas en una agenda y computadora, sin dejar a un lado un mate en lo que parecía ser una guampa.

Se veía tan atenta en lo que hacía, tan bonita.

…

Bien, Juani, como última pregunta. Fuertemente suplicada por tus fans. Quién es esa afortunada chica de la que estás enamorado? -

“Que chota?”, Pensé.

Vos, sos vos mi amor hermosa, la tengo en frente.

Claro que eso es lo que quería gritar, lástima que soy puto.

Ah, eso, una pibita por ahí, secreto. - Digo riendo, jugando con mis manos mostrando nerviosismo. Sabía los altos edits que se venían de esto.

Mm, no es lo que esperaba, la verdad, si te soy sincera, me gustaría saber quien es esa chica. Dicen que estás muy enamorado de su voz, es eso cierto, Juani? - Pregunta mi próxima mujer y dueña de mi corazón, haciendo que una sonrisa invada mis labios.

Si, eso es cierto, me fascina su voz. - Asiento, dándole la razón.

Si? Debe ser una muy bonita voz entonces. - Veo una sonrisa formada en sus labios rosados. Que mujer más perfecta.

De repente quiero sacar el anillo.

…

Eso es todo Juani, muchas gracias por tu tiempo. Un gusto y que tengas linda noche. - Me dedica nuevamente una sonrisa despidiéndose.

Las cámaras ya se habían apagado. Pues yo era el último.

Gracias a vos, pero no me gustaría irme sin antes pedirte una canción para mañana en tu estación. - Puedo notar su asombro y sonrojo rápidamente.

Oh, muchas gracias, y claro que si. Cual es? - Me acerco lentamente hacia ella con una sonrisa.

Desvelado, de Bobby Pulido. -

Por supuesto, para tu enamorada, verdad? - Ella se cruza de brazos riendo.

Exactamente, oh, y podés leerle este papel cuando pongan la canción? - Saco de mi bolsillo el papel para entregárselo.

Si, no te preocupes. Gracias Juani. - Vuelve a lanzarme una sonrisa y yo salgo de la cabina con una cara de bobo. Anhelando volver a escucharla, volver a verla.

…

Y para despedirnos, quiero poner una canción a petición de alguien con el que tuve la oportunidad de hablar, espero estés escuchando esto. - Digo antes de dar click a la canción en Spotify.

La radio empezó a reproducir “Desvelado”.

“Será fe que yo encontré

Una voz de ternura

Que me llena de placer

Cuando la oigo hablar

Con ella me enamoré

Que nunca la conocí

Sueño en su querer

Y en sus brazos quiero dormir

Escucho cada día la radio

Seguro que la vuelvo a oír

Por el cielo busco mi estrella

A la luna quiero subir

Voy desvelado

Por estas calles esperando encontrar

A esa voz de ángel que quiero amar

¿Dónde andará?”

Antes de escuchar el último verso de la canción, bajo un poco el volumen de esta.

Y finalmente una nota dejada por él para su dichosa enamorada. - Abro la nota que Juani me dio antes de irse por esa puerta la noche anterior.

“Al final si te encontré. La dueña de esa voz” - Juani.

…

“Juanicar comenzó a seguirte”

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A+ by ANANDA PUTRI

Rekomendasi novel pertamaku yaitu A+ karya ANANDA PUTRI

Keren.

Satu kata yang menggambarkan novel ini. Dari segi cerita, karakter, dan narasi. I really like this book. Tentang persahabatan, keluarga, dan cinta semuanya ada. Novel ini juga udah dibikin series. Siapa yang udah nonton? Keren kan seriesnya? Novelnya apalagi, lebih lebih lebih keren👍👍

Anak IPA pasti suka novel ini😋😋. Pasangan Re-Kai gemes banget debatnya pake teori-teori ilmiah. Authornya keren bisa bikin narasi yang bagus. Dialog yang diselingi teori-teori ilmiah juga dalem banget ngga bikin bingung dan ngga mengganggu.

Semua karakter bagus. Yang paling ku suka jelas, si Re Dirgantara. Badboy sekolah tapi juga si peringkat pertama. Orangnya keren pake banget. Sayang keluarga, apalagi sama adiknya. So sweet abis. And I wish I had a brother like him.

Kalau si Kai, Kalypso Dirgantari, dia juga keren. Keren bisa menghadapi 4 orang yang gila peringkat. Keren karena bisa bikin mereka berempat akhirnya bersatu. Sebenernya dia ngga mencurigakan sama sekali. Tapi ternyata plot twist diakhir bikin geregrtan banget sama dia.

Kenan Aditya. Dia devinisi mantu idaman sih. Cakep iya, pinter iya (karena peringkat 2), ketua osis, bahkan dia anak basket juga. Orangnya ngga misterius seperti Re, tapi di novel ini dia banyak plot twisnya. Walau aku lebih naksir sama Re, tapi aku kagum sama dia yang mempertahanin ‘rumahnya’.

Adinda Alethia atau Ale. Si paling keren tapi paling rapuh juga. Dia ngga kalah plot twist dari Kenan. Dia sama Kenan tuh melengkapi banget. Iri banget sama persahabatan Ale Kenan. Ya walaupun akhirnya friendzone wkwkwkwkwk.

Aurora Calista. Paling princess alias manja. Awal-awal dia keliatan antagonis dan nyebelin. Sebelum ketemu sama Io dia cuma gadis manja yang mengubur semua impiannya. Tapi Io berhasil mengubah cara berpikir Aurora.

100000/10 dari aku. luv luv bgt sama novel ini💗💗

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Monsters of the Public Domain Re-envisioned

Image 1:

Count Orlock from “Nosferatu” (1922)

The Creature from “Frankenstein” (1910)

Audrey Jr from “The Little Shop of Horrors” (1960)

Graveyard Ghoul from “Night of the Living Dead” (1968)

Image 2:

Killer Shrews from “Attack of the Killer Shrews” (1959)

Giant Gila Monster from “The Giant Gila Monster” (1959)

Allosaurus and Brontosaurus from “The Lost World” (1925)

Janice Starlin from “The Wasp Woman” (1959)

Sea Creature from “Creature from the Haunted Sea” (1961)

[spoiled-fawn]

Meeting Johnny

Western AU; Mail Order Spouse Trope

WC: 2,726 CW: None

AN: I'm alive! Sorry this is so short, this was a good stopping point and I need to work on my world-building for Soap before getting to the next part. Just know- I haven't given up on this AU (It's literally my firstborn, blood, and soul, but I will be a bit slow until my brain juices stay flowing. I hope ye enjoy <3

Please see the Introduction for the explanation and precursors to the scene.

Introduction, Biography

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Johnny’s proposal to you was quick in terms of a few letters exchanged; three letters in, he invited you to come out and sent you enough money to figure out accommodations to get to him. As soon as you read those words at the post office, you ran home high on endorphins and adrenaline began packing your bags without grandiose care in the world. The fire inside you licked at the bottom of your heart, anger at staying in this shithole for far too long and feeling a sense of belonging- the sense of feeling wanted to make you have an ulterior purpose in life as if a phoenix reborn and spreading its wings while nose-diving into the unknown. When your parents came home as you zipped your bags, you sincerely couldn’t give a flying fuck as you shoved past them and began berating your parents with a grand show of a public yelling match for the neighbors to hear. 

Good for you! 

You had already planned how to get to him after receiving his first letter back; First step, buying a train ticket that led you to Santa Fe, New Mexico. From there, you had to embark on the Gila Trail, before having to buy your horse and head out on the San Diego Crossings wagon road by yourself. 

This trip was a long haul, and you prayed that Johnny would trust in your quickly established faith to wait out for you. The promise of a strong and loving man is all you could think about...

While in your adrenaline-filled escape, you hadn’t plucked the book in your room that hid his photo as a bookmark, but thankfully had grabbed the letter that gave you his directions. While you scavenge your mind to have a solid image of him, you think over his features and re-read the letters countless times.

Johnny has a background of all sorts, having grown up in a family that held their bond strong, especially after his father had passed in a mining cave-in, which rendered him the man of the house from a young age. Even in his brief telling of these events, you could tell he’s moved out to California to find a deeper meaning of himself, create the line in concrete for it to harden as he ages. 

That isn’t to say that he has lost his sense of boyishness, not at all in fact. His stories that he wrote even contained small doodles along the borders to better depict what he was writing about, and it was half your mind to cut them out and keep them as little bookmarks or place them in your wallet as a keepsake. He was playful, writing jokes about the smallest things, even letting you in on some secrets about the people in his town before you got there.

While the sense of his flame burned hot in multiple directions, deep in his hearth was a passionate man. Just as he seemed so sweet, with a flick of his wrist the writing would turn into something hot enough to make you blush, averting your eyes as your mind ran wild with his thoughts. He seems to enjoy a bubble bath… but maybe only when you’re in it with him. Even writing about the future and him stating he wants a family by any means, you could only imagine a deep possessiveness inside of him to claim you as such. Even if you were able to have his biological children or not, he’d still make sure you felt like you did.

But back to your journey. 

The course of the trains provided you an oversight of the new lands you had yet to ever see, as it was the beginning stages of territories turning into states. The rides were long, and adjusting to the set time zones was a large throw-off to your circadian rhythm. Having already traveled two states west, it was difficult to decide on which line would grant you the fastest access to Johnny. Luckily enough, a kind person in the Denver station helped point out that taking the route from northern Nevadah into California would grant you the fastest time, and ease your solo traveling. 

The kind person stated that they were in a similar situation and now waiting for the train, having a bit of time to offer some advice while making it toward their end goal. Thanking them with bountiful wishes and good luck’s in their journey, you were on your way.

It took four more days to find yourself in Temecula, California. An astonishing change from the desert lands that reflected the sun so brightly now showed the capabilities of a plush environment of greenery and clouds. The train station was reached as the sunlight began pouring in over the mountains; being quick on your feet, and from the other settlers being far too tired, you found a deal on the last remaining horse available. 

Traveling by horseback prompted challenges with reading Johnny's directions, and you did not want to admit that you were lost. The lack of directory and signage left you getting flustered already by noon and being left alone in such a rural area in between towns felt far more daunting than any part of this trip. Passing by stagecoaches who all seemed to know their way around, you filed in line through a secondary road filled with houses in the valley of the small mountains.

Three hours later and a small urge to cry while having given up on re-reading the letter, you accepted defeat when you saw someone sitting on their porch down a dirt road with his house being the only one there.

“Hi! Excuse me, sir?” The sound of your voice breaks through the stillness of the settling valley, enough to make the man look up from the table he is currently hunched over.

“Would you mind helping me out by giving me directions?” Willing yourself to not blush or shrink into your large coat, embarrassment running through your chest while in the new environment.

For a moment, the man doesn't seem to acknowledge you, having to do a double take before his eyes widen in surprise. The toothpick that was delicately hanging on his lip falls to the ground, less he even notices before he sits up straight readjusting his hat, and clears his throat.

“‘Course, my dear. How can I be of service.” His accent is rich, leading you to believe that he’s been raised in the West, and has a perfectly smooth twang to his speech as it leaves his side smile.

“I’m looking for the country store… There’s supposed to be an old Coke sign on it.” The words leave you in a higher pitch than you’d normally speak, having a handsome stranger stare at you with a wide-eyed stare as he watches your lips move. “And to be honest- I wouldn’t know if I’m in the right place to begin with.” 

As if snapped back to reality again, eye contact cut short as he blinks before looking down the road and then back to you. “Ah, store’ way down yonder with a crossing sign. If yer’ headed west then a left will take you to the interstate,” A nod confirms his sense of confidence in his directions, explaining it plain and simple as the roads that his house lies on.

The smile that crosses your face lights your eyes, and it's the most relief you’ve gotten ever since getting on horseback. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it.” Your hands pull on the reigns of the horse, already turning around to try and beat sunset before it's too dark to ride alone.

Before you’re out of earshot, “When you’re in, you gotta stop and ask Ms. Bell for somma’ her sweet tea. But remember, take a right, and you’ll end up right back here to me.” The wink that leaves him makes you question if you’re seeing things in the late light of the day, but you’re sure he can see the blush that burns your cheeks.

A laugh leaves you before nodding in response, now clicking your horse into a quick trot while you’re high on the adrenaline from the interaction. Well… at least you have a backup plan in case your bachelor doesn't work out.

Arriving far too quickly than you’d expect, the store was only a few minutes down the road and concealed by a line of trees. Hitching your horse and walking into the store on stiff legs, you plan on following the stranger's advice to get some sweet tea.

The bell above the door jingles as you walk in, catching the attention of the older woman behind the counter. Here eyes take in your form, surprised such a fresh-faced person has arrived this late into the day. “How can I help you, sweetheart?” Her voice rings out a bit rough, someone who knows how to pull her weight if trouble would arrive.

“I’m actually looking to get to someone's home near town, but I was told to make my way from this store to not get lost.” A pause as your eyes take in the scenery of the rustic store; A layer of dust settled onto the wooden floors as shelves are stocked with an assortment of canned goods, spices, and a few refrigerators labeled as eggs and milk. “Met a stranger on the way and was told I should get some sweet tea here, too.”

Her eyes, still studying you as you speak and noting your accent, or lack thereof, bring a small quirk to her face. “Well, lemme get you some of my tea while you get yourself found.” Leaving her seat she makes her way to a wall in the back, pulling out two large mason jars with a light brown liquid. 

“That stranger you met- was he small ways up north fr’mere?” The smile on her face grows as she walks back to her seat at the register as you walk forward to meet her.

“Yes… A lone house down a single road. Blue eyes, brown hair, and some stubble.” The answer is pulled from you automatically, reciting the mental image of him.

“Toothpick in his mouth?”

The question is almost absurd in how spot-on she is, but then again this is a very small town. “Yes.”

The answer makes her laugh, somewhat un-ladylike when compared to the women from your home, and the noise makes you startle in place for a second.

“That damn Johnny makes me work my ass off to keep this tea in stock. He’s been so stressed waiting for his person to come ‘nd has been drinking me straight out of this stuff.” She levels when calming down for a moment, now placing the jars in bags.

She has yet to look back up at you and fails to notice your limbs seemingly frozen in place as the air leaves your lungs. That was Johnny?

“I’m so sorry ma’am. Did you say that was Johnny? As in MacTavish?”

The rustle of the brown paper bags stops, her eyes darting up to find yours. “Well, I’ll be damned.” She murmurs lowly before a sly smile takes over her face. “You’re here, and you’re damned too good from what you made yourself out to be, sweetheart.” 

Still frozen with your mind reeling, adrenaline begins to pump back into your bloodstream while a jolt alights your muscles. “Oh- I’m so sorry ma’am, I must get going its getting late and-”

The sliding of the jars on her counter interrupts your rambling, “Ah ah, its Ms. Bell dear, and you best be taking this with you to him. Don’t worry bout nothin’ but I’m happy to welcome you to the town.” 

If you looked now, you could notice the tremor in your hands. Nodding and taking the bag, a rush of endless ‘thank you’s’ and an elated smile seats itself permanently before loading the bags on the saddle and turning back around to start galloping forward back towards where you once were.

—

The sound of horses and wagons isn’t a constant to Santa Ysabel during the night hours, usually only occurring after the dayshift ends. As Johnny sits on his porch, his mind muddled with confusion as he stews over his soon-to-be partner arrives, thoughts of the stranger asking for directions makes him confused.

Fresh toothpick in his mouth as he widdles away at a bar of tallow, working to pull off glycerine for work. Surely that wasn’t a coincidence, right? The picture you sent was muddled down with water stains, and he blamed it on the damn train that sent your envelopes out this way. It was beginning sunset, and though he couldn't make out most of your features because of the coat you concealed yourself in- 

The bar of soap drops to the ground and he curses, now jumping out of his mind and into the present. 

The sound of hooves beating and approaching make him look up.

There, Here, you’re back again and the whites of your teeth are illuminated by the fading sun to show your smile.

Slowing down your horse to a stop, breathing in a slight pant as compared to your horses, the smile never leaves you.

“Figure you need some more directions, sweetheart?” His drawl leaves him, standing to make his way towards you. 

“Take off your hat.” The response is curt, and demanding in a way, but that glimmer of excitement makes it sound so sweet.

Johnny himself is befuddled for a moment, eyebrow cocked but complies anyway. Now raising the hat off of his head and holding it to his chest, his eyes answer for him. This what you wanted?

A small sound of excitement leaves you, nodding before your leg swings over your saddle, dismounting with a small jump and walking forward.

“Johnny, it's me.”

A swear leaves his mouth, accompanied by a rush of air before he drops his hat to the side and plucks hit toothpick out with it. The smile that coats his face makes him appear so young and boyish at heart as he moves forward with arms open to wrap around your hips with a low growl, “C’mere you,”

You could be embarrassed by the small squeal that leaves you, but you couldn’t give a rat's ass on anything right now. He spins you around for a quick moment, arms around your body as he lifts you easily with his strength.

Staring down into his eyes, you grab a shoulder while the other hand cups his jaw. “Didn’t know it was you until Ms. Bell said something.”

He laughs, head tilting back in bewilderment at the situation and excitement. “Talkin bout her sweet tea?” He asks while setting you down on your feet, hands never straying as he pulls you against him and traverses over your body.

“Yes, gave me some to bring home.”

The use of home sparks his heart with a bright thrum, butterflies encasing his stomach while he rumbles out a laugh. The texture of his hands is both soft and ruff, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones before one hand moves to brush over your hair, cupping the back of your neck.

“Well, in that case, welcome home, sweety.” The rumble sends a shiver down your spine, eyes darting over his face before settling on his lips. A breath settles before you look back into his sharp blue eyes, as he looks at you seemingly waiting for permission.

A small nod of your head and gently pulling him towards you, the band on the back of your head pulls you forward as he brings your lips together. The taste of him has a spice to it, the favor of cinnamon cotes his lips and brings a slow burn over yours while his body’s warmth brings another wave.

The stubble of his beard rubs your face- and it's a welcome feeling as compared to the winds of the valleys whipping past you. Something you’d gladly leave your skin bright red and raw from hours of the feeling.

Before growing too heated, you part with a small gasp and trail him slightly before blinking to find his smirk growing as a low rumble vibrates against you. “Let's get you settled in, then we can celebrate s’more.”

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[Who do you all think the reader met at the train station? If you get the song reference for their meeting you get two gold stars! I hope yall enjoy.]

[freeeggbailiffcash]

[Traditional dancer!Fakhri x Pahlawan andak! Kahar in historical drama play, Part 2 I guess?]

(Gonna clarify that the bigger pic drawn there is Fakhri based on mierul aiman's andra from AAM....prolly will try to draw Andak Kahar later)

Fakhri let out a long, soul-weary sigh as he stared at the wrinkled, coffee-stained script in his hands.

What the actual hell were they doing?

A drama play. A historical love story. In an all-boys school.

“Apehal tak buat je drama play gaduh?” he muttered under his breath. That’d be more realistic. Just make everyone re-enact their last Manifesto match and call it a day.

But no. That would defeat the whole point of this being a punishment for the Manifesto in the first place.

Fakhri groaned again and dropped the script into his lap.

And of course, out of all the damn roles, he just had to get the female love interest.

“Dahlah aku dapat role pompuan, sial doh,” he grumbled, head tilting back in existential agony.

A heavy slap landed on his back.

“Haaa apa khabar Primadona kita?” came Ayam’s annoyingly chipper voice.

Fakhri sent him a flat, soul-dead glare. “Tak lawak laa, Yam. Aku ni punya laa sado, kena jadi Primadona lak.”

Ayam scoffed. “Eh hello? Kau stuck in 14th century ke? Toxic masculinity dah out ehhh. Jangan laa kau tersekat di takuk yang lama.”

Fakhri snorted despite himself.

He didn’t like being lumped into that category—that kind of thinking. Not when he’d seen what it did. Not when Mama left Papa for being “too soft.”

That memory clenched something in his chest. He quickly brushed it away.

Then Ayam leaned in with a too-casual tone that immediately raised alarms.

“Tapi kannn... apa kau nak buat pasal Kahar?”

Fakhri frowned, pulled from his thoughts. “Apa pulak?”

Ayam rolled his eyes and jabbed at Fakhri’s shoulder—not gently.

“Iye laa. Teruk gak Kahar bantai kau haritu. Tuu,” he pointed at a faint bruise near Fakhri’s collarbone, “ade lagi bekas lebam tu.”

Fakhri scowled, instinctively touching the sore spot.

He exhaled, annoyed. “Nak buat camne lagi… cikgu-cikgu semua tengah alert. Takdenye aku nak cari pasal der—aku kena stay sini sampai SPM.” He said the last part louder, firmly, as if declaring it to himself more than anyone else. He had promised Papa. No more trouble.

Ayam pouted and plopped onto the seat next to him, silent for a moment. Then, just as Fakhri let his guard down, he grinned.

The kind of grin that spelled bad news.

Fakhri narrowed his eyes. “Apehal kau sengih cam kerang busuk ni?”

Ayam leaned in, voice low with villain energy. “Aku ade idea…”

Fakhri raised an eyebrow, already regretting asking.

Ayam paused—dramatic, theatrical. Then:

“Apa kata… kau… seduce Kahar?”

Fakhri choked. “KAU GILA KE, YAM?!”

Ayam groaned when Fakhri immediately jerked away. “Dengarlah duluuuu!”

“Takde kerja buat kerja ke kau ni—”

“Duduk dulu. Diam.” Ayam yanked him back down and, like a magician, pulled out a compact mirror from his bag.

“Ni laaa masalahnya dengan kau,” he said, tsking. “Otak tu pikir gaduh je kan… tak sedar yang kau ada aset lain.”

Fakhri stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “Kau jangan nak jadi bapak ayam eh nak jual aku bagai…” This was was definitely not what he signed up for when he accepted the offer for Kudrat.

Agak-agaknya gugur jantung papa kot dapat tahu aku kene joget bagai.

But before he could say more, Ayam lightly slapped both his cheeks. “Kau tu kot berdandan sikit, mekap sikit—konfirm ramai kot yang cair. Silap-silap, satu sekolah eh, kau takluk.”

Fakhri opened his mouth to protest, but his words died when he saw his reflection in the mirror—dark eyes lined slightly, cheekbones sharp, lips still tinted from the gloss Ayam applied “just to try je wehh.”

And suddenly… he didn’t look so much like himself. He looked like something else.

Fakhri hesitated. Shit. Did he really have a jambu face all along?

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

The lights were warm. The gamelan echoed.

Fakhri stepped onto the stage with calculated elegance, every inch of his posture perfected. He was skeptical about doing the dance at first.

But the movements weren't that bad—the president of the Kebudayaan Ckub said he was a natural at it.

To be fair, the Tari Inai moves did resemble some of the silat moves Fakhri used to practiced before he move away to Pahang.

He wore the selendang loose, his movements laced with intentional grace.

And when he began the dance—fluid, hypnotic, grounded in the softness of traditional Malay dance and the undercurrent of silat—it felt like something shifted in the air.

The hall went still.

Even Kahar stopped mid-step, eyes locked.

Fakhri twirled, fingers trailing like wind over water, and dipped low, his eyes rising just in time to meet Kahar’s—slow, deliberate, and unreadable.

And in that moment… he smiled.

A challenge.

A weapon.

A performance.

Fakhri — 1; Kahar — 0

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The dorm room was quiet. Suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet.

Kahar glanced up from where he sat sprawled on his mattress, only to find Zahrin, Hakeem, and Fahmi staring at him. Judging. Breathing like NPCs. Unblinking.

"...Apa?" he finally barked, annoyed.

The three exchanged glances again, and Zahrin, ever the agent of chaos, finally spoke, "Sooo..."

Kahar instantly bit the inside of his cheek. He knew where this was going.

Zahrin leaned forward slightly, tone suspiciously gentle. “Kau... blushing tadi. Sebab Fakhri.”

Kahar stiffened. “Bende sial kau merepek ni,” he snapped, already bristling.

Fahmi raised both hands in surrender. “Lek laa dulu... takde orang judge kau.”

"Aku. Tak. Blushing," Kahar growled, each word cutting through the room like a blade.

Hakeem, unbothered, grinned, “Tapi muka kau merah woo tadi. Pastu siap berkanda-dinda bagai...”

Kahar opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again like a dying ikan keli. Finally, he scowled and kicked at the floor. “Dah ahh, tak payah merepek kat sini.”

Zahrin, ever helpful, added, “Rilek laa Kahar. Aku rasa ramai je blushing sikit tadi...”

Kahar squinted. "Siapa lagi?"

Zahrin only grinned wider. “Asalkan kau tak stim tengok dia dah ahh... kitorang tak judge.”

At that exact moment, Kahar decided he hated all three of them. Deeply. Sincerely. From the pit of his blackened, insulted soul.

He was considering filing for transfer to another school when Hakeem suddenly said, “Tapi ennn…”

The dramatics in his voice were enough to make all three of them lean in.

“Tapi apa?!” Kahar barked.

Hakeem grinned sheepishly. “Aku ada dengar laa... macam Ayam dengan Fakhri memang plan benda ni doh.”

“Plan?” Fahmi echoed. “Drama tu kan Puan Faniza punya idea?”

Hakeem shook his head, eyes wide with conspiracy. “Bukan tu. Maksud aku... Ayam pakat mekap Fakhri macam tu sebab diorang nak takluk sekolah. Guna godaan.”

Kahar blinked. “Apa sial kau ni…”

“Ikut logik,” Hakeem pressed, excited now. “Ni Projek High Council yang baru. Fakhri nak jatuhkan semua orang, bukan dengan penumbuk... dengan lenggok dia.”

Kahar rolled his eyes so hard he nearly saw god—but then...

Then he remembered that moment.

When the music ended, the crowd breathless. When Fakhri turned ever so slightly, fanning himself and tilting his head with a smirk only he could see.

“Jadi? Apakah tarian ini cukup elok buat menghibur hati kekanda?”

“Atau haruskah adinda menari lagi, hingga kekanda benar-benar rebah oleh lenggok adinda?”

Kahar’s breath had caught in his throat.

Now it was rage. Fire. A challenge.

Two can play at that game.

–---------------

The rehearsal was chaos as usual. Naim, Amirr and Black were preparing for their dramatic confrontation with the "King"—Hakeem in a makeshift crown that was falling apart at the seams.

Kahar, however, had one mission.

He scanned the hall, eyes sharp. And there—by the changing rooms. Alone. Fakhri, lips pursed in focus, was repeating a series of delicate steps. His arms moved like silk, fan fluttering, the afternoon light catching against the glitter near his cheekbone.

Perfect.

Kahar grabbed a small roll of tape—closest thing to a ball he could find—and rolled it across the floor.

Fakhri, predictably absorbed, stepped right into its path.

“A—shit—”

He stumbled forward, arms flailing—

Kahar was already there. One hand at Fakhri’s waist, steadying him easily, the other catching the edge of his sleeve.

Fakhri jerked back. “Apa benda kau buat ni, setan?”

Kahar smirked, leaning in. “Menyelamatkan bidadari dari jatuh tersungkur?”

Fakhri looked seconds away from throttling him.

“Dah lah,” he hissed. “Aku takde masa untuk game kau hari ni.”

“Oh, tapi aku ada, sayang.”

Before Fakhri could unleash verbal murder, a voice rang out—

“OHH! Fakhri dengan Kahar dah start practice next part ke?” Puan Faniza sounded utterly delighted. “Okaylaa... meh saya tengok!”

Both boys froze.

Fakhri turned slowly to glare at Kahar, his voice barely a whisper. “Kau jangan macam-macam ehh setan—kot tak sumpah aku bunuh kau nanti—"

Kahar only grinned wider, lowering his voice to a purr.

“Jadi... adinda nak menari lagi ke? Atau kekanda pulak yang patut balas?”

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Fakhri didn’t sign up for this.

Well, he kind of did. But he didn’t sign up for this specifically.

He knew that he was playing with fire from the get-go, but to be fair Ayam can be fucking damn convincing when he wanted to.

And he fucking hated the manic glint in Kahar's eyes—the same one from the first time Kahar caught him using his phone without a license.

Fakhri had shit fucking luck, didn't he?

“Alright! So technically this scene didn't made the final cut, but I think I wsnt to take another look at it. This was inspired by the Puteri Gunung Ledang and Hang Tuah moment, keep the chemistry, yeah—Kahar and Fakhri, are you ready?”

Kahar blinked. “Apa benda?”

Fakhri narrowed his eyes. “...Hah?”

But Puan Faniza was already on the move, unfurling an old projector screen and shoving a stack of paper into their hands. “Kita akan ikut skrip asal saya, tapi blocking dia saya nak you all interpret. Tengok movement antara Puteri dengan Tuah tu. Flow.”

Flow, she said.

Ten minutes later, Kahar had both his palms on Fakhri’s waist as they tried to copy the slow, swirling footwork of the scene.

Fakhri looked seconds away from committing murder.

“Kalau kau letak tangan kau kat pinggang aku lagi sekali, aku patahkan jari kau,” Fakhri hissed, lips curled in a smile that would fool a blind goat. “Kekanda ku sayang,” his voice dripping with venom, "kekanda dah lama sangat hidup ke, kanda?"

Kahar leaned closer, voice low and smug. “Hidup kanda rasenya baru punya erti lepas kanda menemui dinda~”

“Gi mampus dengan erti kau, setan.”

“Kau nak Puan Faniza dengar ke, dinda?”

Fakhri’s jaw clenched.

They moved in tandem—Kahar stepping behind Fakhri, one hand ghosting over the dip of his back, the other following the arc of Fakhri’s raised arm with the fan.

“Beautiful!” Puan Faniza cried. “YES! THAT’S IT! The forbidden tension!”

Fakhri muttered, “Forbidden memang. Kau ni haram jadah untuk kesihatan mental aku.”

“Shhh, usah marah, dinda…” Kahar whispered into his ear. “bukan niat kekanda menyamakan dinda dengan khayalan, cuma… belum pernah kekanda melihat jelmaan bidadari turun menari di bumi, hingga lupa kekanda ini pejuang, bukan penyair.”

Kahar grinned as he delivered his line, the smugness radiating when he saw how the tip of Fakhri' ears turned red.

“SETAN, KAU JANGAN SAMPAI AKU CUCUK BIJIK MATA KAU DENGAN KIPAS NI.”

And still, they danced.

At one point, Fakhri spun, his shoulder brushing Kahar’s chest—and Kahar, smug as ever, took the opportunity to subtly tighten his hold at Fakhri’s hip, guiding him into the next movement.

“Kahar. Tangan. Kau.”

“Ade dalam skrip laa, bodoh.” He gestured to the annotated margin. ‘Tuah bercengkerama dengan Puteri Gunung Ledang”

“Tuah boleh pergi mampus.”

By the end of the dance, they were both slightly breathless—not from the choreography, but from how hard they were trying to one-up each other while pretending not to flirt in front of an adult.

As they bowed to a clapping Puan Faniza, both boys locked eyes briefly.

Fakhri – 1 ; Kahar – 1

Game on.

[andriversofdelight]

also ok so indulge me a little re: gizzposting BUT

i think the thing that a lot of the gizzverse analysis etc misses is just the common thread behind pretty much all of the more sweeping Concept stuff: The Apocalypse. stu is pretty obviously into exploring the concept, as interested as he is in ecology and The Environment and not exploding the earth. hence the myriad albums we get that are all the earth exploding in fun different ways.

if there's one gizzverse it's The Shared Apocalypse and What Happens After: earth gets fucked over and maybe some people try to escape to mars, maybe it gets extra destroyed by a magically mutated gila monster, maybe it is spiritually healed thru the spirit of human beings tapping into the power of the moon goddess chang'e, maybe it gets destroyed by the lightning lord, maybe it gets turned into vomit.

i dunno man it's neat

[carcat324]

tag game....

tagged by. one @horridbeaftf

last song.... gila by beach house. and now its pink funeral. (she is listening to beach house on shuffle)

favorite color.... many shades of purple. I like the darker ones alot. but for my money lavender type purple is the best....

currently watching..... bocchi the rock!!! giving her a little re-watch is good for the soul. ryo yamada ily ...

last movie.... I think it might have been alien? actually no. it was the adventures of Winnie the pooh.

relationship status.... :|

current obsession... I just finished catching up on kagurabachi and its quite good so probably that I think. those two guys should've fucked on screen for my amusement though

last Google search.... gravitational missile elden ring

I tag... nobody... sadly my bloodline ends here....

[a-polite-melody]

Re: the gila monster/ozempic thing: yes but also no. Ozempic/semaglutide (non-brand name) is a synthetic form of one of the proteins in gila monster venom. It's not actually made from the venom, and whilst it's a new drug and there's still a lot of questions about side effects and long term impacts etc etc, so far, it seems relatively safe.

And like, fuck weight loss drugs and the pressure for fat people to lose weight as a whole, but semaglutide was developed initially as a diabetes medication, and it works wonders. Like, a lot of people who could not control their blood sugar using any other medication available can reach and maintain healthy levels on semaglutide - it's just that, coincidentally, a lot of them lost considerable amounts of weight in the process, and the weight loss industry loves a shiny new toy.

So like, thank you gila monsters, fuck you predatory, fatphobic pharmaceutical companies

Ah, okay, interesting!

Of course the weight loss industry will weight loss industry. But yeah, good to know that there’s legitimate use for diabetic patients.

[prettywarriors]

Mini Mahou Mar....y Y3 Week 4

Hey everyone and welcome to the fourth and final week of Mini Mahou March May! You can find the main post for the event here X.

The Prompt for the week of May 22nd-28th is...

Desert Animal Magical Idol!

The classic genre, often times a girl with a trinket allowing her to change into something or someone else, and sometimes royalty from another kingdom sent to earth to better herself

This is, of course, not a full overview of the genre, which also includes more traditional mischievous witchcraft, the occasional rival, and fighting cat themed villains.

Scorpions. Fennec Foxes. Pangolins. Saiga. Gila Monster. Dung beetle? Go nuts show antelope bucks.

I’m only looking for a visual character design, something as simple as a single fullish-body picture, but you are more than welcome to go as wild as you want with trinkets, backstory, information, alt outfits, all that good stuff. Also I say girl but girl boy nb other as long as it’s a magical humanoid gender be damned, thumbs up. (Also nothing 18+ please. Your characters can be, just not your art for this)

Make your post and tag me before end of day May 28th (11.59EST) and I will be re-blogging participants here next Monday, with everything tagged Mini Mahou May (and mini mahou march).

[theresattrpgforthat]

Heyyy, do you know any games where the classes/playbooks are completely asymmetrical?

Keep the good work!

THEME: Asymmetrical Games

Hello friend! I found a few! Even better, each game rec is a different genre!

Slayers, by Gila RPGs.

The City sits at the nexus of the world. Once you're inside it, it is the world. Something drives the borders of The City ever-onward, crawling towards the horizon. Urban sprawl made real. Neighbourhoods appear and disappear overnight, The City is filled to brim with no shortage of interesting characters, cultures…and monsters. That's where you come in, Slayer.

Slayers is a tabletop RPG of mercenaries and monster hunters for hire. Known by locals as Slayers, players wander a haunted city, cursed long ago to expand towards the horizon forever. Slayers help clean out the monsters that infest the alleyways and shadows, and those that the city seems to be manifesting on its own. 

This is the first game that comes to mind when I think of asymmetrical play. Slayers is probably one of the foremost asymmetrical game out there, with the same target for success, but with a different way of achieving that success for each character playbook. If you’re interested in more scenarios or character options for this game, you just need to check out the Slayers tag on Itch to see what the community has created.

Drifters, also by Gila RPGS.

Drifters is a tabletop RPG of cursed gunslingers, wandering the wastes of the frontier in search of problems, and purpose. Carrying a capital-G Gun, you have been granted near immortality. It only costs everything in return.  Drift now, your voidborn Gun draws you down the road.

Drifters uses the same core mechanic as Slayers, but re-casts the players as cursed gunslingers. The creator has broken character creation into two parts, so that each Drifter is made up of their Background and their Gun. This is a development of Slayers, so if you want to see what can be done to push the system and play with it, or if you just want to see what asymmetry looks like in a different setting, you should check this game out.

Hell Cabin, by World Champ Games Co.

HELL CABIN is a tabletop horror rpg for 2-4 players based on films like Evil Dead, The Lodge, and The Rental. 

Each of four roles (Survivor, Friends, Cabin, and Evil) has unique dice mechanics, strengths, and goals to allow for a truly gm-less horror experience. Each will interact and compete for power while accepting an inevitable fate. 

This game is GM-Less, so it’s a great option for a play group where everyone wants a little bit of narrative control. The Survivor is one playbook, representing one person who cannot die, and uses a d20. The Friends are all played by another person, who directs them like a troupe, and uses d6’s. The Cabin uses d10s to introduce the setting elements and gives the characters setpieces to interact with, and the Evil uses d8s and a point-buy system to slowly take over the Friends.

If you want to re-visit a classic horror story using unique mechanics, I definitely recommend checking this game out.

Born of Cold, also by World Champ Game Co.

Born of Cold is an asymmetrical and gm-less storytelling game for 2-4 players. Each of four available roles has different rules & mechanics to interact with one another and tell a compelling and hazardous tale.

Another game by Adam Vass, this is another gm-less game that gives different roles and different dice mechanics to each character. This is a re-purposing of Hell Cabin, but the roles in this game are The Cursed, The Snow Queen, The Winter, and The Forest. If you want to try out asymmetrical mechanics in a story of survival, struggle, and tragedy, then Born of Cold might be worth checking out.

[sad-black-relax]

El fin.

Evelyn de mierda, vos sabés que no tenés que salir a ningún lado, solo estar conmigo y salir conmigo, y de última si querés salir con tus amigas tenés que pedirme permiso, es algo básico lo que tenés que hacer, si ya sabés como soy.

Noo, ya me re pudrió, la concha de su madre. Todo porque a ella le gusta los chicos normales, de pelo corto, sin piercings y que sean giles, flojos, de familia, de traje, carita linda y bobos.

No le gustan los loquitos, feos, emos, negritos y buenos como yo.💪🏾

Que se muera, maldita hija de puta. Siempre arruinando mi autoestima.

Siempre viene 3 días y se va por 6 meses. Es una persona re de mierda.

Ahora me bloqueó de todos lados así que se vaya a cagar.

Me cansé de que me trate así, es una re gila, pelotuda. No sabe nada, no sabe amar, no sirve para tener novio. Es una egoísta independiente que le importa la plata nomás.

Y ya no voy a volver a quejarme.

La próxima cosa que yo escriba en mi Tumblr y en mis redes, tiene que ser algo relacionado con encontrar a la chica ideal para mi. Subir mil fotos con la chica ideal y escribir infinitos agradecimientos a la vida por haber encontrado una novia que me ame de verdad y que sea ree intensa y me adore con obsesión, ansiedad y locura.😍

Ya no voy a creer en Dios, voy a creer en mi.

Así tenga que hacer un pacto y vender mi alma, yo quiero que en unos días, todos me vean plageando de fotos mis redes, con otra chica. Con mi chica emo que me ame de verdad y que esté cada segundo de su vida conmigo. De acá hasta que seamos viejos. Con mi chica, mi novia, mi alma gemela, mi compañera, mi equipo, mi todo.💘

[s1nkingsun]

the runaway boy.

NAMANYA Sandra.

Umurnya 38.

Finance gedung kantor sebelah yang kebetulan sering main ke kantin kantor gua, pernah menikah dan punya hubungan rumit sama mantan suaminya. Entah apa yang ada di pikiran ibu satu anak itu karena dia memilih mangkir dari rutinitas menjemput anaknya yang sekolah di yayasan pendidikan internasional terkemuka karena kurikulumnya, lalu duduk bersama gua di dalam mobil yang gua parkir di basement kantor dia.

“Mbak bentar- ahh-”

Sandra tetap menggerakkan pinggul naik turun tanpa memedulikan usaha gua untuk menghentikannya. Gua meletakkan dua tangan di pinggul wanita itu, mencoba menahan dia agar berhenti bergerak dan biarin 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴 gua yang berdenyut-denyut ngilu ini keluar dari 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢nya.

“Nnhng-”

𝘚𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯!

Pinggulnya malah bergerak lebih cepat untuk menggenjot gua makin liar. Gua merasakan seluruh syaraf di tubuh gua mengencang karena gesekan antara batang 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴 gua dan dinding 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢nya, juga gelegak sperma yang udah gak tahan untuk gua keluarkan.

“Mbak- S𝘩𝘪𝘵!”

Secara tiba-tiba dan seolah tau kalau puncak kenikmatan yang gua rasakan hanya berjarak kurang dari satu ruas jari kelingking gua, Sandra menghentakkan pinggul, menekan dan menggiling 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴 gua yang tertanam di titik terdalam 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢nya secara memutar.

“Jangan pake ‘mbak’, Res. . . ” suaranya mendayu, tersengal. “Ahh!” Kehangatan dinding kelaminnya memeluk dan memijat gua sampai pada akhirnya mendatangkan rangsangan yang membuat gua menembakkan hasil produksi testosteron akibat kegiatan bercinta kami itu ke liang senggamanya.

Sampai penuh, tanpa pengaman.

“San- nhh hahh. . . . gila kamu ya.”

Selama lima menit kami bersetubuh dengan senyap, menikmati sisa sisa usaha kami meraup nikmat dalam kemesraan yang singkat. Saat gua berhenti membenamkan wajah diantara belahan dadanya yang tersingkap di balik kemeja yang gua lucuti beberapa saat lalu, wajah Sandra sudah membayangi gua. Seringai tipis membentuk bibirnya. “Hmm, lumayan.

”Dia jawab gua enteng banget diikuti tawa dengan suaranya yang manis di kuping gua.

“Kenapa di dalem sih? Emang gak bahaya?” Gua mengusap pipi dan mengecup bibirnya.

“Kalau jadi, ya kamu jadi bapak.”

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘩 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨!

Sandra tertawa –mungkin karena dia lihat muka panik dan tolol gua– lalu ganti dia yang menciumi wajah dan leher gua.

“Gak jemput Emily?”

Mendengar nama anaknya membuat Sandra menjauhkan wajah.Saat gua dan dia bertatap-tatapan, gua melihat sesuatu di matanya. Mirip kesedihan yang coba ditutupi dengan senyum tipis di bibir itu.

“Emily dijemput papinya.”

𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯.

Suasana jadi sedikit canggung padahal beberapa detik lalu gua dan dia sama-sama mengikuti nafsu dengan tak tanggung-tanggung. Mengandalkan daya ingat payah gua tentang‘𝘉𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳/𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯/𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯/𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘢𝘪𝘬’, gua coba membagi penghiburan lewat belaian yang tangan gua daratkan ke dua pahanya.

Otak gua berputar, mencoba memikirkan sesuatu yang bisa mengangkat gua dan Sandra dari situasi ini.

“San,”

Usapan tangannya di tengkuk gua berhenti. “Hmm?”

“Mending kamu pindah ke samping sekarang sebelum aku 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘬 lagi.

”Tawa Sandra pecah. Bibirnya melumat bibir gua perlahan, membiarkan gua terhanyut dalam sisa-sisa gairah kami yang bercampur. Trik lihainya ini berhasil membuat gua lupa kalau gua masih menyumpal lubang di selangkangannya.

“San,” gua berusaha keras melepas tautan bibir ranumnya dengan nafas memburu.

Tangannya usil bermain-main di kancing kemeja gua yang terbuka, meraba dada gua yang basah karena keringat. “Main sekali lagi bisa kan Res?”

Yang ada di pikiran gua saat itu adalah 𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘬 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘬.

“Tapi yang ini di luar ya?”

Peringatan itu disambut anggukan kepala juga tawa Sandra yang tubuhnya sedang gua baringkan ke atas jok. “Iya, sayaaaaang.”

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary555

4/7-8/25

monday - tuesday

was gonna watch aria but...

did a little too much music stuff today, too late. i got like 3 songs in better shape, and on two songs today, i re-did some riffs. which is super exciting to me, since i get to write stuff, which is always the most exciting part, since it's the inventing music stuff part. i also did some more experiments with feedback as a tool for making more musical stuff, here is this:

this one's two layers of the same instrument recorded. i really like this one, there's no guides though, as in like the trance gates i used on the other things i was doing like this aren't here, so it's a lot more loose feeling. but that feels good!! it's hard to get 'loose' feeling music in the daw a lot of the time. i think next time i should try this i should have a more shambolic and messy drum thing happening, maybe super clipped off too, in an arab on radar way.

i found this band today:

this song's like super perfect. sick lipstick tier, honestly. their other stuff, as little as there is, is also really good. i think some of the members from this band, at least one, is from another whitebelt band, hayworth, i relistened to one of their albums today, and then found this band cuz of the relation. hayworth are really good, too;

evin, one of the guitarists/vocalists in this band is one of the people in gila monster. i also found his tumblr, which is dead now, but it's full of old interesting things, it's fun to see the whitebelt rhode island type's internet presence. he moved on to making noise at a certain point.

lots of really good things here i think.

i'm super sleepy right now. i'm up too late. guh. my gf just got tickets for her kpop group, she got really good up front seats, she was on the phone with her friend, like it was a really serious videogame. the seats are like crazy good. so that's good, for her.

also found a bunch of other stuff to look into, for music, which is exciting, weird fucked up stuff from providence, always love how fucked up all the bands from there get, super inspiring always...

but my brain's super blasted right now... very tired, keep thinking stupid stuff. one thing that wandered into my head, worrying about ever getting electrolysis. ha ha. it feels like it should be free. i think that's silly and entitled probably but like... just give it to me... and a bunch of other people...

so tired, though,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!