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You Arms Pull Me In Like The Tide Pulls Me Under | Part Two

Your Arms Pull Me In Like The Tide Pulls Me Under Masterlist

Dick Winters x Female SOE Agent!Reader

Dick's mandated dose of civilization puts him, quite literally, on a collision course with someone he had not expected to see again.

Warnings: Discussion of Injuries and Death, Hints of PTSD, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Language, Mature/Explicit Themes [handjob, fingering, vaginal sex, condoms] - 18+ ONLY.

Note: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal of Dick Winters by Damian Lewis. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within. Non-English is denoted in italics.

Word Count: 6723

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Paris – December 10, 1944

Seeing your roommate off on her train to Arnhem was not exactly how you’d pictured spending your first day off in months. But Lucy had become a close friend to you over the past several weeks you’d shared the relatively luxurious accommodations, and she was all nerves as she headed even closer to the German border. Dressed in your Canadian Women’s Army Corp uniform with Lucy, or Luus in her native Dutch, in her Women’s Royal Navy Service uniform, you had helped her cart her belongings to Gare du Nord to catch her train.

Neither of you had technically trained in the respective uniforms you wore, instead coming to the service by way of the Strategic Operations Executive, due to your language abilities and other skills. Lucy’s family had only very recently moved to England from the Netherlands and her mastery of the Dutch language would be an asset to the Allied headquarters being established in Arnhem. Similarly, you were expecting to spend the rest of the war working in Paris. Exchanging knives and explosives for typewriter ribbon and file folders. Your feelings on the matter oscillated between relief and impotence on a daily basis, but you had little say in the matter.

Waiting until her train was pulling its way out of the station, you began making your way through the flood of passengers disembarking from another train that had pulled in across the platform. Several people bumped into you but only one apologized.

“Sorry –” Spoke a voice you’d probably recognize just about anywhere before he repeated. “Excusez-moi.”

You spun around quickly, eyes going wide as the Lieutenant from Normandy stood before you, sending your thoughts hurtling back to early June. You had been gasping for breath – the proximity of the detonation had driven the air from your lungs, compounded by the now dead weight of the German solider on top of you. An obnoxious ringing had taken up residence in your ears, obscuring any and all other sound as you had futilely pushed at the burden above you, shock weakening your muscles. The ground had begun to tremble then, an immediately recognizable sign that tanks were approaching, increasing the beat of your heart to a frantic rate as you lay essentially incapacitated in the road.

Suddenly the pressure above you had eased and you had frozen, holding your breath and closing your eyes, unable to determine just who exactly was intervening in your situation. When a pair of fingers found the pulse in your neck and two sets of hands lifted you from the road, you had risked cracking your eyelids only to be greeted by the sight of the Lieutenant carrying you by your knees. His face had been wreathed in sunlight, sea-glass green eyes striking in the shadow cast beneath his helmet, looking practically ethereal as he had moved you to safety.

Brought back to the present by the realization that you were gaping at him like a startled rabbit, lost in your memories, your eyes flicked to the cap on his head and confidently noted his promotion. “A captain now.”

“A Canadian now.” He replied as his own eyes settled on the patch embroidered on your shoulder. “Or were you always, Charlotte?” The hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his green eyes met yours.

Your throat clenched at the name, and you swallowed hard to clear it before smiling even wider than before. “I’m sorry you’ve got me confused with my good friend Charlotte Roussel. She’s told me all about you.” You offered your hand to shake as you introduced yourself properly, no pseudonym this time, only your real name.

Taking your gloved hand in his, he shook it firmly with a bemused expression playing on his face. “Dick Winters. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, Captain. If you are in need of a place to stay, I happen to have a recently vacated room in my apartment I would be happy to loan to you, free of charge. The hotels in Paris would love nothing more than to liberate you of your American dollars.” You hazarded a guess that he was on a short leave based on the small bag he carried at his side.

“I wouldn’t want to impose…” His denial was half-hearted, leaving you with an opening to convince him.

“Not at all. Besides, Charlotte would not forgive me if I did not repay you for saving her life.” You insisted with a nod, not missing the way his eyes slid to your forehead. You flexed your fingers at your sides, willing them to remain there rather than nervously checking that your hair was covering the still-healing scar.

“If I remember it correctly, she saved mine first.”

“Please it’s just a short subway ride.” You gestured down the significantly emptier platform and he nodded his assent, turning to follow you.

You helped him purchase his fare, his unfamiliarity with the local currency somehow charming, before guiding him underground. Securing a pair of seats by the door, he had barely slid into place before someone was calling your name from further down the carriage.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back.” You apologized before hurrying over to greet one of your colleagues, a staff assistant to one of the officers at headquarters.

He asked you all about your plans for your days off while not-so-subtly trying to find out more about the American soldier you had boarded the subway with. It was an easy topic to skirt around by encouraging him to talk about his recent promotion and his new French girlfriend, but you found your eyes glancing at Captain Winters as his posture seemed to grow more and more rigid.

“Sorry to cut you off, First Sergeant Danvers, but I’ll see you in the office on Tuesday.” You excused yourself as politely but as firmly as possible before returning to stand beside the Captain, very carefully setting your hand on his shoulder.

“Captain?” You asked softly, swallowing as he looked to you sharply before slowly exhaling. “Next stop is ours.”

He nodded and gathered his things, following you off the train at the station and up the stairs back into the light of day. Your apartment lay in a building that had been requestioned by the British army, not two blocks from the station, on the second floor. The previous owners had fled in the face of German occupation and left some furnishings which you were using, though more beds were slated for delivery in January with the arrival of further CWACs. Unlocking the door, you led Captain Winters into the foyer, carefully removing your uniform cap to hang by the door.

“Kitchen is on the left, living room overlooks the street, bedrooms and the bathroom are this way.” You led him down a corridor to the room that Lucy had just vacated, retrieving her apartment key from the nightstand. “So you can come-and-go as you please.”

He took it carefully after tucking his garrison cap into his belt, setting his bag on the freshly made bed. “This is extremely kind of you, thank you again.”

Now that you were no longer in public, you licked your lips, feeling as though you owed him a proper explanation. “I considered our accounts balance, Captain, once you helped me retrieve my men. Therefore, I owe you for saving my life.”

Captain Winters eyed you intensely as he registered your use of ‘I’ and ‘my.’

“I’ve seen you wear many different costumes…how close to your real persona is this one?” He asked, looking over your CWAC uniform curiously.

“The closest, honestly, though I don’t feel like I’ve really earned the Sergeant’s stripes, they are necessary to explain my presence so far forward. The war is over for Charlotte, France all-but liberated, yet I still have skills to contribute. And my British accent is sh – shameful.” You corrected yourself with a smirk, recalling his distaste for coarse language, enjoying the twitch of his lips in response. “I’m assisting with translation in the Allied offices here. The delay in relaying them to England is no longer necessary.”

“So, really a Canadian.” He confirmed.

“Yes, and you know my real name, too.” You nodded reassuringly. “But I’m assuming you’d like to see more of Paris than just this apartment?” You laughed and he nodded quickly. “Would you like a guide or –”

The ‘yes’ was out of his mouth before you even had the chance to give him an out and you bowed your head lest he see the smile that pulled from you.

“That is, if you’re free and willing…” He amended, tone sheepish.

“It’s the least I can do for the man who saved me from being crushed by a tank.” You smirked and he chuckled before his eyes widened.

“I still have your knife, back at the base.” He frowned.

You grinned a little, shaking your head. “Good. That’s good.” Echoing his words to you when he realized your hearing had returned. “Keep it. It saw me through a lot of things. I hope it does the same for you.”

He eyed you a moment. “Thank you…for your honesty, and the knife.” He clarified.

“I apologize that I cannot always be honest with you, but I will endeavour to do so as circumstances permit. Now, I’m assuming you haven’t had lunch?”

“Not yet, no.”

“There’s an excellent café not far from here, shall we?” You led him back out through the foyer, snagging your cap on the way by, the pair of you taking a moment on the threshold to secure your uniform cover before you locked the door and headed back outside.

The streets were filled with soldiers on leave, but with his height and bright red hair, it was difficult to lose him in the crowd. Securing a table outside, you walked him through the menu before ordering on his behalf in French.

“Where did you learn to speak it so well?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Oxford.” You swallowed hesitantly as not many men appreciated the fact that you had studied at university, let alone a prestigious school in England. To your great relief he titled his head back and simply laughed.

“Nix would be so jealous to hear you say that…” He shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee as it was delivered.

“Lieutenant Nixon?” You clarified, taking the time to add the packet of Saccharin that you had requested to sweeten the bitter liquid.

“He’s a captain now, but yes. A Yale man, but not an Oxford man.”

You laughed in relief, sipping your own beverage once it was slightly more palatable.

“What took you there?”

“Scholarship, and my uncle, my mother’s brother, lived there. The opportunity to go to Europe was difficult to pass up. I began my undergraduate degree in 1938.”

He shook his head, presumably at the timing. “Did you manage to finish?”

You nodded quickly. “Graduated with a major in French, minor in German in the spring of 1942.”

He hummed thoughtfully, the strategic value of those two languages going unspoken in such a crowded space.

“How about yourself?” You prompted as your food arrived, laying your napkin across your lap.

“I went to Franklin & Marshall College in Pennsylvania – definitely not Oxford or Yale. Graduated with an Economics degree in ’41. Tried to get my military service out of the way early but then Pearl Harbor happened and well, here I am…” He shrugged, tucking into his food.

The pair of you spent a good hour, trading questions back and forth between bites of your food, learning about your families, where you had grown up, why you had joined the war effort.

“My uncle was killed during an air raid in London in May of 1941. He’d gone to visit a friend and stayed the night – apparently, they had tried to drink the pub dry.” You shook your head fondly in memory. “The Luftwaffe decided to bomb the neighborhood that night, neither of them even made it into the shelter. I almost quit my studies the next day to join FANY or become a Land Girl or just…do something useful.” You sighed leaning back in your chair as the waitstaff came to collect your empty plates, avoiding Captain Winters’ gaze, though you could feel his eyes on your cheek. “Friend of mine convinced me I could do more good if I finished what I started – that my language skills would be put to good use once I honed them.”

“Sounds like a wise friend.” He replied softly and you turned to him.

“They are. Helped me get where I am today.” You nodded meaningfully, a movement which he mirrored in unspoken understanding. “Anyway, I’m meant to be showing you around.” You forced a smile and summoned the bill, though Captain Winters beat you to punch by laying a large number of francs on the table, not allowing you to pay for your own meal. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He replied, pulling out your chair once he’d received his change.

Leading him along the historic streets you showed him some of the more famous sites, waiting patiently as he picked up a pack of postcards to send home as the sun began to set.

“There’s a popular restaurant just up the street, did you want to try and get a table for dinner?” You offered once he rejoined you, tucking his purchase into his pocket.

“That would be nice, yes.” He nodded, his hand hovering just above your lower back as you navigated your way along the crowded sidewalk to the restaurant.

Placing your name on the waitlist, the pair of you were idling patiently in the foyer when your direct report Major Wilkes stepped out of the dining room, making you stand up straighter. “Good evening, sir.”

He looked over to you and the American Captain standing tall at your side, greeting you in kind. “Enjoying your well-earned rest, Sergeant?” He asked warmly.

“Yes sir, thank you again.”

“You’ve earned it.” He reminded you with a laugh.

“Major Wilkes, may I present Captain Winters of the 101st Airborne.” You introduced the men to one another properly as you recalled your manners.

The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before Major Wilkes turned back to the maître d,’ murmuring something neither of you could hear. “See you on Tuesday, Sergeant. Enjoy your time in Paris, Captain.”

“Good night, sir.” You smiled, glancing at the Captain before the maître d’ was calling your name to seat you, ahead of several other groups who had been waiting longer.

“Your CO seems to like you.” Captain Winters murmured once you were settled at a table a few rows back from the dancefloor, not too close to the bandstand.

“Major Wilkes is a good man, easy to work for.” You nodded, setting your cap on the empty chair beside you.

“I’m glad. And grateful.” He lifted the menu, and you leaned in once more to walk him through the options, swallowing as he smelled of Brylcreem and aftershave.

Conversation didn’t flow as easily once the band started playing, couples crowding the dancefloor as you enjoyed some delicious yet overpriced food. The Captain seemed to be watching you closely, glancing between you and the dancefloor, until a slow song began to play, and he leaned in. “Would you like to dance?”

Dabbing at the corner of your mouth with your napkin you nodded quickly, heart leaping into your throat as he pulled out your chair to help you stand. You set your hand in his, following him onto the crowded dancefloor as he set one hand on your waist, the other held out to the side in his as he swayed with you to the music. Neither of you were particularly talented dancers, but you could not deny how lovely it felt to be held this close by him. You glanced at him with a shy smile, certain the tips of his ears were pink, though it may have been the dim lighting, before you looked to the side as you nibbled your lip, trying to even out your breathing.

Belatedly you realized that Captain Winters was speaking to you, into your right ear, which had never fully recovered from your roadside escapade in Normandy. It had a habit of being particularly uncooperative in crowded, noisy places such as this. Registering the vibrations of his voice you turned your head quickly to look up at him. “I’m so sorry could you repeat that please?” You asked before offering him your left ear.

After a moment or two of nothing but music you turned back to see him frowning deeply.

“Oh, Captain, please, it’s the only thing, and then only sometimes, not always.” You tried to reassure him, reaching out to smooth the furrow of his brow with your fingertips.

“Please call me Dick.” He replied, leaning towards your left ear as he spoke.

“Alright, Dick.” You exhaled, your heart fluttering erratically as you turned your head to press your lips against his softy.

His feet stopped moving altogether, hand clasping yours tighter as you felt the fingers of his other hand curling into the back of your uniform jacket. His lips pressed closer to yours, drawing a barely audible sigh through your nose, until another couple carelessly bumped into you, jolting you apart. Dick carefully steadied you and you squeezed his hand, leading him back to the table to grab you cap. He flagged down a waiter and, infuriatingly, paid yet again before leading you out in the dim streets out black-out Paris.

“I was trying to save you money, not make you spend it all.” You gently chastised him, almost stepping off the curb in front of a cyclist you did not hear approaching from the right.

His arm quickly slid around your shoulders, pulling you close into his chest just before they zoomed by spewing curses in their wake. “Careful. I already told you it’s my pleasure.” He assured you before offering his arm.

“Thanks, Dick.” You took it slowly, trying not to let your frustration show. You had previously excelled at navigating dark places and now you were forced to rely on the guidance of others. Taking a fortifying breath, you began leading him along the sidewalk. “I thought we’d walk home, the subway didn’t seem to agree with you?” You asked carefully.

“I’d appreciate that.” He replied, keeping an eye out for further obstacles hidden by the shadows of the black out as the pair of you made your way back to the apartment in companionable silence.

“I just need to close the curtains before we turn on the lights, one moment.” You left Dick in the foyer, setting your cap on the hook by the door before tugging the black out curtains closed in each room, turning the lights on as you made your way back to him. “Sorry about that I wasn’t thinking when we left.”

He shook his head softly, watching you quietly from right where you’d asked him to wait. “Do you think it would be all right if I were to take a hot bath tonight?"

You smiled warmly and nodded. “Absolutely alright, I’ll get you set up.”

Leading him to the bathroom you set out some towels and the bar of soap, turning to him. “There should be plenty of hot water at this time of night, the boiler will have had time to refill. Anything else you need before I leave you to it?”

His lips quirked into a tentative smile. “Yes, might I kiss you goodnight?”

Your pulse quickened as you tried not to smile like a buffoon. “Please.” Your voice waivered slightly, much to your annoyance, but mercifully it did not seem to deter Dick.

He stepped forward, hands cupping the sides of your face tenderly as he angled your lips to meet his. Gripping his forearms to steady yourself, you came to realize that Dick was a different man when he set his mind to something. You had simply taken him by surprise on the dancefloor. This kiss was altogether more assertive and left you breathless as he pulled back.

“Goodnight.” He smiled gently, nose brushing the hair from your forehead to press his lips to the scar there softly.

“Night.” You exhaled, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the surge of emotions that unleashed within you, taking a steady breath before you were able to smile dreamily and slip out.

Retiring to your room, you unpinned your hair carefully before sliding into your cotton nightgown, pulling your quilted housecoat overtop and settling onto the double bed left by the apartments previous owners to do some reading while you waited your turn to use the washroom. Fully absorbed in the novel that Lucy had left for you, you were surprised when you noted that over an hour had passed since you had opened your book. Frowning, you slid your bookmark into place before cracking the door open slightly and peering down the hall, startled to see the bathroom door still closed while the door to the other bedroom remained open.

Gnawing on your lower lip you walked to the end of hall, knocking gently on the door. “Dick?” You waited, frown deepening as there was no response. Your main concern that he had fallen asleep in the deep claw-footed tub, at great risk of drowning. Knocking more firmly, you called his name again. “I’m coming in if you don’t answer.” You warned, giving it a slow count to ten before stepping into the humid washroom, careful to keep your eyes well above the waterline.

True to your concern, the man was sound asleep, thankfully with his head bent back over the edge of the tub, a washcloth cushioning his neck. Impressed by the level of comfort he must be feeling to sleep through all the noise you were making, you took a step closer, calling his name yet again. Kneeling beside the tub with your back to his lower body, you focused on his peacefully sleeping face, shaking your head in awe before reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He jolted awake, sending now-tepid water sloshing over the side of the tub and down your housecoat onto the backs of your calves. You let out an involuntary gasp at the temperature shock.

“Aw heck, I’m so sorry I…” His hands quickly dove under the water to cover himself.

“It’s alright, I’m glad you’re ok.” You smiled, waving off his concern and leaned in to kiss his cheek before moving to stand.

“Before you leave uh, could you uh pass the soap?” He’d gone red to the tips of his ears.

You bit the inside of your cheek to smother your grin and fetched it from atop the towel behind you. As you turned back to him, your eyes accidentally fell on the length of his body beneath the water, hands still firmly cupping between his legs. Unable to look away, to think, to move, Dick’s voice brought you back to reality.

“You alright, honey?” He asked softly and your eyes snapped to his face as the term of endearment dripped from his lips.

“More than alright.” You breathed in reply, seized by the need to lay your hands on his pearly white skin smattered in a constellation of freckles. Shrugging out of your housecoat you were left in your ankle-length nightgown with frills of lace at the shoulders. “May I help?” You tilted your head, kneeling at the edge of the tub once more.

He watched you with wide eyes, seeming unable to avert his gaze this time before his adam’s apple bobbed violently at your question. You waited patiently until he gave you one sharp nod, dipping the bar of soap into the water before you began to drag it along his neck and chest, sliding it beneath his dog tags. Their metallic jangle was the loudest sound in the washroom. You took a moment to rinse his skin clean with your other hand before repeating the pattern with his upper arms and abdomen, shifting to the bottom of the tub to do the same with his calves and feet. You did not miss the way his breaths grew heavier, lips parting slightly, his eyes never once leaving your face.

“Can I wash your hands?” You ask, biting your lip as he only offered one as the other tried and failed to hide his erection.

Swallowing thickly, you focused on washing it thoroughly – between each finger and up to his elbow, rinsing the suds from his skin before holding your hand out for the other.  He set it in yours boldly, meeting your eyes, no longer feeling the need to hide from you as his clean hand gripped the edge of the tub. Once his second hand was clean you leaned in to press your lips to his, trailing the soap down his abdomen once more before dipping it to his left hip then sweeping it back up to before repeating the motion to his right. His breath shuddered against your lips, and you pulled back to look over his face.

“Ok?” You breathed, throat constricting at his blown pupils, and he nodded violently before sliding a hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer, kissing you hungrily. You traced your fingers along the length of him, reveling in the shiver that wracked his body. Abandoning the bar of soap, you wrapped your hand around him fully, running your tongue along his bottom lip as his mouth fell open with a soft gasp.

It was a noise you soon echoed as his tongue slid forward to meet yours, licking into your mouth teasingly at first before he was confidently dominating the kiss. Bracing your free hand against his shoulder, you began to move your first along his length in earnest, lips curling against his as his knees bent before falling open, sloshing still more water from the tub. You could feel the cotton of your nightgown wicking the water higher along the material, surely become more and more translucent with each bit of moisture, yet you remained undeterred.

Forced to part from his lips to suck in a greedy breath to soothe the ache in your lungs, you experimentally swiped your thumb across the tip of his cock, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as his head fell back with a moan, hips nudging towards your hand needily. Encouraged, you made a point of repeating that motion, paying special attention to the head as you reached the apex of each pull. You watched the way his eyebrows knit together, listened to the pants and breathy grunts, felt further onslaughts of water as his hips bucked to your touch. Your thighs pressed together as you felt your panties grow damp in response, desperate for some friction of your own, but nonetheless thoroughly enjoying the act of pleasuring him.

“Honey, I’m…” He lifted his head to look at you quickly, voice tense, jaw muscles ticking.

You nodded eagerly and his fingers, which had been clinging to the back of your neck this entire time, hauled you in to plant his lips against yours fiercely. You happily swallowed his hoarse shout as his hips surged up into your grip, cock twitching as you felt him release into the now-cold bathwater. Stroking him through his release, you placed gentle kisses across his cheeks before shifting your hand to stroke his side.

“That was…” He sighed, speechless before brushing his lips against yours gratefully, cheeks still flushed.

“I’m glad.” You smiled shyly, brushing your nose against his. “Now come on that water is cold.” You murmured, standing and holding open a towel for him.

He gave you a crooked grin before pulling the plug from the drain and leveraging himself to his feet, stepping onto the rather wet bathmat and taking the towel to wrap around his waist. It was only then he properly noticed how much of your skin he could see through the damp patches of your nightgown. “I splashed you quite a bit, didn’t I. Sorry about that.” He murmured.

“I have another nightgown I can change into, don’t worry about it.” You assured him, reaching for your housecoat, but his arms slid around your waist, pulling you against his still-wet torso, drawing a gasp from your chest.

“Don’t bother.” He muttered before kissing you deeply.

Fingers digging into his biceps you squeaked against his lips as he began to shuffle you backwards, shocked that he was confidently leading you through your own apartment nearly blind. Reaching your bedroom, he looked to you softly, gathering the fabric of your nightgown in his hands. “May I?”

You nodded, licking your kiss-swollen lips, before the flurry of sodden cotton obscured your view. He lay it over your desk chair, turning back to you and exhaling reverently.

“You are so beautiful, honey.”

“Dick…” You whispered shyly in protest, but he shook his head, long fingers cradling your face tenderly to force your eyes to meet his.

“So beautiful.” He repeated, guiding you to lay on the bed.

Sliding on the mattress next to you, his lips began to map the skin on your jaw, body braced on his left arm while his right slid along your collarbone. Delving your fingers into his short ginger locks, you sighed warmly, tilting your head to offer more skin to his exploring mouth. Touch featherlight, his fingertips traced down the swell of your breast, making you arch towards his hand in invitation as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. You rewarded him with a soft moan as he cupped your tender flesh fully, gently kneading the weight of it in his warm palm, your nails brushing against his scalp.

As he reached the hollow of your throat, he darted his tongue out to lap at the skin there, making you writhe sightly beneath him. The contrast of his warm skin and the rough metal of his dog tags pressing against you was making your head swim. The addition of his tongue as he lapped at the supple flesh of your breast had you mewling breathlessly, once again pressing your thighs together to try and assuage the sheer need you felt. His hand slid along your side, progress slowing as his fingertips encountered the long, jagged scar there. It was well-healed by now, but still raised to the touch. He swiped his thumb along it tenderly before his hand moved to your hip, giving a gentle squeeze before skirting down your thigh. Exhaling shakily, you parted your legs for him, the pair of you gasping as his fingers cupped between your thighs.

“Dick.” You whimpered.

“Ok?” He looked to your face quickly and you nodded rapidly, lifting your hips to help him slid your panties down and off your legs.

 Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers returned to trace your folds before carefully parting them. His thumb came to circle your clit, the callous on the edge of his digit working wonders as his index finger dipped into the entrance to your warmth, teasing you.

“Oh my god..sh…” You belatedly caught your curse, not missing the way he chuckled against your shoulder before pressing his lips to your skin fondly. You forced your eyes open to look at him, if a bit blearily, but the smug bastard only replied by sinking his finger fully into you. “Christ!” You moaned richly, completely losing control of your manners, and your volume, as he stroked it along your silken walls before adding another.

Graciously, he pressed his lips to yours to smother any further curses his actions might have drawn from you, and you moaned richly against his tongue as you clung to his shoulders. You barely even noticed the way his dog tags were knocking into your chin, but he insisted on pulling back for a moment to swing them behind his neck before sliding a second finger into you. Your thighs began to tremble as you bucked wildly towards his hand, panting against his lips.

“P..please…” You pleaded, so very close, not wanting him to lose interest in your pleasure as your only other partner had seemed want to do.

“I’ve got you, honey, I’ve got you.” He reassured you, the pace of his fingers increasing until your thighs clamped down around his hand. Hastily, he covered your mouth with his as he felt your walls begin to flutter, smothering your wail as your nails dug into his skin slightly.

Chest heaving, you pulled back from his lips to try and catch your breath, body still trembling with small aftershocks of pleasure. Dick gently slid his fingers from your body, your breath hitching in your throat before you smiled at him fondly.

“Good?” He asked softly, smoothing the hair from your face tenderly.

“Very good.” You reassured him, pecking his lips warmly.

They curled against yours in a soft grin before he whispered your name as you tugged the very loose towel from his lips to find his cock fully erect once more.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking to you.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked and he paused a moment before nodding.

“I’ll be right back.” He quickly secured the towel around his waist again, making you chew your lip fondly as he dashed out of the room. He was not gone a full minute before he returned with several individually wrapped paper packets, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Optimistic man.”

He laughed under his breath. “It’s cold tonight, I didn’t want to have to leave this room again.” He explained, shutting the door behind him before shedding the towel and climbing into bed with you.

Working together, you secured the latex sheath over his length before Dick settled between your thighs. He rested his weight on his right forearm beside your head, fingertips stroking your hair as he took his cock in hand. “Ok, honey?”

He checked one last time and your hearth clenched warmly as you reached out to cup his cheek. “Yes.” You reassured him, running your thumb along his lower lip.

He pressed a kiss to the pad of your thumb before rolling his hips forward, carefully sinking into your warmth, his fingers, now free of their burden, lacing with yours and pining your hand to the pillow. His jaw hung open as your body welcomed him inch by inch, stretching to envelope him completely until his pelvis nestled snuggly against yours.

“Mhmm!” You keened, rocking up against him eager for him to move as he brought a feeling of completion that you’d never felt before.

His fingers flexed in your grip before he began the push and pull to build another orgasm within you, his grunts and breathy moans blended with words of adoration, all directed into your left ear. The mixture of it all – the pleasure, the care, the emotions – brought tears to your eyes and praise tumbled from your own lips in return.

“So good, Dick.”

“Like an angel, honey.”

“Just like that, yes!”

“Only you can make me feel this good.”

“Oh, Dick I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Yes honey, let go.”

You pressed your face tightly to his neck, your knees hugging his hips tightly as your back bowed with the force your release, an anguished cry of pleasure wrenched from your throat as you clamped down tightly around him. His rich groan followed shortly after as he rocked tightly against you in the throes of his own climax. Pulling from you slowly, he carefully rolled to lay beside you, the pair of you grinning up at the ceiling stupidly for a moment before you rolled onto your side to kiss his cheek.

Collecting the used condom, despite his protests, you padded to the washroom to run through your night routine at last, gratefully sliding into the housecoat to turn out the lights before returning to find him waiting for you beneath the quilt. Dick immediately pulled you into his chest as you slid into the bed and kissed your forehead.

As his fingers pulled at the tie of your housecoat, however, you could not help but laugh. “Really?”

He chuckled in return, pressing a kiss to your jaw before his fingers darted beneath the warm fabric to find the scar on your side. “What happened?” He asked softly and your throat clenched at the concern in his voice.

“Bayonet.” You replied quietly, frowning as his eyes jerked up to meet yours in the low light of the bedside lamp you’d left on. “I was lucky, really.” You smiled fondly at his incredulous look. “He tried firing on me first, but his weapon jammed, and then he got so flustered he barely stuck me.” You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly as you spoke.

 “This looks like a little more than barely.” He countered flatly and you kissed him softly.

“I was furious. First mission and I made it all of four days before I got hurt.” You shook your head. “A sympathetic doctor stitched me up and then it was a long way back to England to heal.”

“So, I met you on your…” He prompted, thumb sweeping along your scarred flesh as though he might erase the mark with his touch.

“Second.” You nodded. “And last in a way. I’ll never be able to do those things again with my right ear the way it is…” You grimaced and it was his turn to kiss you reassuringly.

“You’ve done more than enough, honey, more than should have ever been asked of you. And yet you’re still here, in a uniform, helping all the same.”

Pressing your forehead to his you sighed fondly. “Thank you.”

“We should get some sleep.” He murmured, pulling you close into his chest so he could reach with a long arm to turn off the lamp behind you.

It proved difficult to leave his arms for the rest of his time in Paris, though you managed to see to it that you remained fed despite Dick’s efforts to tire you out completely. Not a single condom went to waste. As he lay sleeping in the late afternoon, you took the opportunity to write a letter for him to carry with him – not knowing where he would find himself next, nor when you’d have the chance to see him again. Seized by the radical idea to package it up with some small token, you pried the badge from your cap, hoping the three silver maple leaves would make him think of you. Folding the badge within the letter, you tucked it into the front pocket of his luggage, fully prepared to feign complete astonishment when its absence was noted by Major Wilkes, or whomever noticed first.

Early Tuesday morning, you delivered Dick to Gare du Nord to catch the first train back to Mourmelon-le-Grand, unable to ignore the way he crossed his arms against the chilly north wind that seemed to herald to arrival of winter. Glancing at the drab olive wool scarf dangling around your neck you bit your lip as you reached the platform before sliding it off. Grasping each end, as Dick turned to say goodbye, you carefully slung it over his shoulders.

“Keep warm, Dick.”

His eyes widened. “I can’t take this from you, you’ll freeze.”

“I can get a new one easily.” With your hands still on the ends of the scarf you pulled him in to kiss him softly. “Good luck out there.” You repeated your parting words from Normandy.

His hands rose to cup your cheeks one last time as his eyes traced over the features of your face as if to commit it to memory. “I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

You nodded quickly, all possible responses congealing into a lump in your throat that made it impossible to speak. The rumble of the approaching train shattered the intensity of the moment and he quickly pressed one final kiss to your forehead before reluctantly stepping back, turning only at the last moment to step into the carriage. You stood rooted to the spot, only able to inhale tiny sips of air lest you shatter into tears, until it disappeared out of sight.

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Read Part Three

Your Arms Pull Me In Like The Tide Pulls Me Under Masterlist

Tag list: @allthingsimagines, @bcon24

[designscrap]

Royal Typewriter No.10

[soupnoodle]

my j&w headcanons that you may find interesting <3

1. jeeves has beautiful eyes with fluffy eyelashes. bertie is truly fascinated

2. jeeves doesn't consider bertie dumb or not worth to be with but won't ever say it aloud :)

3. bertie has little freckles all over the face and spine

4. bertie's love languages are gifts and words, jeeves' are acts of service and quality time

5. jeeves has a good taste in colognes and can detect a bad smell from a mile

6. they share taste in alcohol and tobaccy

7. even though there's no much height difference between them, jeeves seem to be more broad build (especially in shoulders). bertie is just slim

8. bertie is allergic to nuts and hates pomegranates (probably doesn't enjoy olives either <\3 )

9. bertie's favorite color is crocodile green/ cedar brown, jeeves' favorite color is probably royal blue/ lavender

10. one of jeeves' unobvious hobbies is that he really enjoys capturing moments and prefers to write things in a diary or use a typewriter :)

11. jeeves is a quite romantic person but won't show it. keep calm and don't let anyone see your emotional side

12. they are rats they are that bitches and they probably will judge you behind the closed door

13. jeeves really can't stand some of bertie's friends and wish they could disappear but he doesn't want to hurt his feelings

14. bertie loves crosswords and sometimes steal it from jeeves <3

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Some of my favorite series I read in high school are

Neal shusterman's unwind series. Honestly I own all his books.

Elaine Marie Alphin's Perfect Shot

Rick Riordan percy jackson series need to read read

Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries series but i think maybe the first four i just looked it up and there is 10. I read those in middle school.

And there's other coming of age stories that I love but they are more sports related I honestly didn't realize I loved those types so much. I've never been much of a sports person myself so its a little weird.

I also like "thriller authors" like Ted Deeker and Marcus Sedgwick

This just made me realize I need to read more books. I literally have a mini library in my room. I used to work putting out books at work and I remember flipping through them but I stopped paying attention to what comes out now a days

What are some of your favorite books/series?

Have you read any of the One Direction books?

TWA

Hey Typewriter Anon!

Thank you so much for these recommendations! I've noted them all down and I'll definitely try to give them all a read!

My favourite books have to be:

The School For Good And Evil series by Soman Chainani

The Land Of Stories series by Chris Colfer

A Good Girls Guide To Murder

Red, White and Royal Blue

Percy Jackson series (currently rereading them all again)

Be Sure series by Seanan McGuire

I haven't read any of the One Direction books I don't think. I find it really hard to get into non-fiction and biography styles of books.

Thanks again!

[lebaronlordking]

Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King March 25, 2023 lebaron@kpoo.com kpoo.com

SaturdayAfternoonReggaeShow

4:00 PM Blaze Mob - Jah Provide a Way 4:04 PM Luciano - It's Me Again Jah 4:07 PM Lee Perry - Panic in Babylon 4:14 PM Koffee - Toast 4:17 PM Jesse Royal - LionOrder 4:21 PM Alborosie - Natural Mystic 4:31 PM Burna Boy - Last Last 4:34 PM I-Realms - Life is Not a Game 4:38 PM Matisyahu - Love Born 4:44 PM Louie Rankin - Typewriter 4:47 PM The Wailers - Iron Lion Zion 4:50 PM The Heptones - Book of Rules 4:56 PM Sizzla - Green Concrete 4:59 PM Protoje - Switch It Up 5:04 PM Capleton - In the Game 5:08 PM Luciano - No Night In Zion 5:12 PM Pasnbesa - Rhythm of Life 5:14 PM Rorystonelove/Samory I - There Is A Spirit 5:21 PM Steel Pulse - Prodigal Son 5:26 PM Toots & The Maytals - Do You Remember 5:30 PM Dre Island - We Pray 5:35 PM Popcaan - Next To Me 5:39 PM Mutabaruka - The Monkey 5:43 PM Natty Kay - Day Dreaming 5:45 PM Imeru Tafari - Awaken 5:48 PM Peter Tosh - Maga Dog 5:51 PM Jaz Elise - Gratitude 5:54 PM Faya - Only Love 5:58 PM Gyptian - Hold You (Hold Yuh) 6:01 PM Nadeem Din-Gabisi - Energy 6:06 PM Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley - Speak Life 6:10 PM Junior Murvin - Cool Out Son 6:14 PM Skip Marley - Calm Down 6:16 PM Dre Island - We Pray 6:21 PM Kabaka Pyramid - Mr. Rastaman 6:24 PM Yellowman/Paragons - Let Me Rock You 6:28 PM Maxi Priest - Should I 6:32 PM Libianca - People 6:36 PM DeZaire - When Devil Came 6:43 PM Jah Cure - Telephone Love 6:51 PM Ras Kidus - Strong Like a Lion from Zion 6:55 PM Vybz Kartel - Step

[identifying-typewriters-in-posts]

Royal 10

1923-1934 (based on side glass)

Typewriter Database Link

Look at this goofy fucker pretending to be a writer. GET OUTTA HERE

[bread-bird-writes]

28, do you collect anything?

Socks and typewriters! Socks were always more practical for me than t-shirts, seeing as they’re cheaper and I’ll be more likely to wear them, so they’re my go-to vacation souvenir most of the time. I have around,,, 15? Typewriters now? My pride and joy is a Royal 10 I got for fifteen bucks. Her name is Annie!

[alexracheltravel]

Day Two: Despite a Nap, We Did Well for Our Step Count

Our first full day in Stockholm began a little touristy. We felt that it was only proper to head to Gamla Stan, the "old city," with narrow stone streets and lots of little trinket shops. We had some local breakfast, which was just okay (Swedes love their mayo like Americans love ketchup) and hit the subway. Other than memorizing which station was at which end (imagine you didn't know if you were supposed to take the 2/3 train towards the Bronx or Brooklyn) the trains were easy, efficient, and clean. To get a ticket, you swipe the same way you do for OMNY. It made us realize how resistant New Yorkers are to change.

Gamla Stan is home to a lot of little touristy stops, but one that was on our list was Stockholm's Jewish Museum! Housed in their old synagogue, it told the story of their first Jewish immigrants, who were merchants and tailors, and the museum itself was in the space of the oldest synagogue as well. We learned about Swedish Jewish history and saw some really cool artifacts. I mean, check out this special Torah plate that has Sweden's signature three crowns on it.

It was also really cool to see modern Jews showing their culture and heritage entwined with Swedish nationality, such as these kippot, which looked more like art than hats.

There were so many other cool little shops we saw! Stores devoted to licorice, science fiction books (in English and Swedish), and Scandinavian clothes! We also took a stop into the Nobel Prize museum, which had a lot of documents and artifacts from their past winners, like a typewriter from a literature laureate, or a chess set from a science laureate. Albert Einstein's handwritten notes were on display as were Hewlett High School alumni Louise Glück's.

We may never be royals, but we did go up to a balcony by the royal palace! Rachel remembered one scene from Young Royals (on Netflix) was set here.

Like imagine a hundred thousand people down there. That's the scene.

With all that walking, we were ready for a nap. We went back to the apartment and legit crashed, relaxed, had some downtime, and got ready for dinner.

When you think of Swedish food what do you think of? Fish? How about MEATBALLS? We went to a TikTok famous restaurant called Meatballs for the People! And it looked like a restaurant we'd find back home.

It was great, and all around this neighborhood, called Södermalm, we thought, gee doesn't this feel like Brooklyn? It reminded us a lot of Williamsburg.

We watched the end of the England v Switzerland match at a bar and walked around. We got great gin cocktails at a distillery and wandered the late evening as the sun set at 10.

Alex: So, Rach, what might you take away and remember most from today? Definitely not breakfast, right?

Rach: Definitely not breakfast. That mayo had cheese for sure so I didn't eat much...

I think the thing that will stick with me is the moment we sat by the water on the reclining benches, and closed our eyes and every time I opened them I saw this beautiful architecture and was so excited to be here with you. It was a little moment, but that's one I'll probably remember.

Alex: Oh, I have a picture of that. See?

Rachel: Haha what a terrible picture!

Alex: I couldn't see. The sun was in my eyes. The sun is out all of the time. But it's never hot, right? The weather is crazy.

Rachel: What are you talking about? This is my IDEAL weather! Rain and all!

Alex: The rain actually reminds me a lot of Seattle in lightness, but it only lasts an hour or something like that.

Rachel: What was your highlight from today?

Alex: For me it's definitely walking around Södermalm because it felt like the part of the city I was most comfortable with. I'm looking forward to going back and hanging there, maybe while you work some afternoons.

Rachel: I also loved walking around, going to a few bars and generally just enjoying each other's company.

Alex: Well I guess that's why we're here.

Rachel: 1000%!

Tomorrow our plan is to hit more museums and parks in the eastern side of Stockholm. Stay tuned!

[mustwatchkoreandramas]

Popular K-drama filming locations in South Korea

1)     Namsan Tower –

Also known as N Seoul Tower, it is one of the most popular landmarks of Seoul, originally a communication and observation tower on top of Nam Mountain. This tower is the second highest point in Seoul. One can enjoy the Namsan cable car ride and walk to the top, where awaits a breath-taking view of the Seoul skyline. The Roof Terrace is home to the “Locks of Love” where people hang locks symbolizing eternal love.

Featured in series – Boys Over Flowers, Hotel del Luna, School 2015, The Legend of the Blue Sea, My Love from Another Star, The Last Empress, and more.

2)     Yonsei University -

One of the SKY universities - the top three most universities of South Korea, situated in Seoul. It is a popular location for most high school k-dramas, owing to its spectacular architecture.

Featured in series – Extraordinary You, True Beauty, Age of Youth, Romance is a Bonus Book, Snowdrop, Our Beloved Summer, Reply 1994, The Sound of Magic, and more.

3) Gyeongbokgung Palace -

Situated in Seoul, it is the main royal palace of the Joseon Dynasty - the last dynasty of Korea. The National Palace Museum and the National Folk Museum is located inside its premises. It is a popular filming site for K-dramas. Major events held here includes the royal changing of the guards at the Gwanghwamun main gate and ‘nigh-time viewing’ sessions.

Featured in series – Goblin, Kingdom, The Moon Embracing the Sun, When My Love Blooms, Temperature of Love, My Sassy Girl, Goong, Chicago Typewriter and more.

4)     Bukchon Hanok Village -

Hanok means a ‘traditional house’ in Korean. Bukchon Hanok village is a residential neighborhood in the heart of Seoul where traditional Korean houses are restored making it rich in history, culture and architecture.

Featured in series – Goblin, The Heirs, Personal Taste, Flower of Evil, Hotel Del Luna, Touch Your Heart, True Beauty, Run On, Ghost doctor, My Roommate Is A Gumiho and more.

5) Lotte World -

Situated in Seoul, it consists of an indoor theme park, outdoor amusement park called “Magic Island’, an artificial island, shopping malls, movie theatre and more.

Featured in series – King The Land, Business Proposal, True Beauty, Love Alarm, Stairway to Heaven, and more.

6)     Paradise City Hotel -  This luxurious hotel situated close to Incheon airport can boast of being featured in popular K-dramas.

Featured in series – Hotel Del Luna, The King- The Eternal Monarch, Vincenzo, When My Love Blooms and more.

7)     Yeouido Hangang Park - A beautiful large park along the Han river in Seoul where one can enjoy bike rides, picnics and the serene beauty will soothe the mind. Seoul’s biggest cherry blossom festival is held here every year.

Featured in series – Squid Game, One Ordinary Day, The Penthouse S2, Navillera, The King: The Eternal Monarch, and more.

8)     Cheonggyecheon Stream -  A unique stream architecture created on the basis of traditional Korean Bojagi design and consisting of 22 bridges, enchants with its tranquil beauty.

Featured in series – True Beauty, Flower of Evil, Vincenzo, Do You Like Brahms, My Mister, and more.

9)     Jumunjin Beach Breakwater – Originally created to cushion the coastline against erosion and longshore drift, this place now holds the eternal memory of the iconic red-scarf scene from k-drama Goblin, where the Goblin gives Eun Tak buckwheat flowers on her birthday.

Featured in series – Goblin, More Than Friends and more.

10)  Sinchon Graffiti Tunnel - Located in Sinchon-dong, this tunnel showcases graffiti on its walls.

Featured in series – Goblin, While You Were Sleeping, Touch Your Heart, Record of Youth, and more.

To know more, click here

[dine-on-nervine]

I hate how Xkit doesn't completely work with the new Tumblr layout yet

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? No, but I have been up until 1 or so, so I would be tired enough to sleep through the night.

What was on the last sandwich you had? It was a Carl's Jr. Super Star minus tomato.

What does the soap you use smell like? Mandarin orange and (supposedly) cedar.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? I like wrapping gifts but in the last few years have gone giftbag.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? I probably do, however I don't recall who the last person I spoke to was.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached? Not at this moment.

When you're on the phone, do you doodle? I do not but my grandmother would.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? Former nephew-in-law.

Do you own a trenchcoat? Yes. Actually an Australian duster.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? Since I collect some vintage technology I probably own a few things that qualify as hardy. Can't say offhand that I own a 1940s Royal typewriter, the kind that were thrown out of planes during the war and fucking bounced, but do have plenty of stuff that held up well.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink? I have but not lately.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of? The back of a car with Washington license plate "WHAT".

From where you're sitting, can you turn the lights off? Technically possible, if I stretch and roll my chair a foot or two.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in? So I have an alarm on my phone for 8:40am to wake up and 9:25am to get out of the house. I forgot to set the first alarm last Thursday... and thus woke up with the second. Manged to throw myself through the shower and into clothes within 10 minutes so still got to work on time.

The last argument you had, who started it? No arguments come to mind. There would have been one if the fucking idiot in my office were aware how much mad shit I was talking about him for being a fucking idiot.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger? I don't wear rings.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? I admit it was "Girl From Ipanema".

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Yes, I work in retail.

Tell me the current time? 12:46am

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? I am listening to Astrud Gilberto (singer of "Girl from Ipanema") crooning "So Nice" across my PC speakers.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color? It's kind of tan but that's not my favorite color.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots? No.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? I may have at one time.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? Not presently.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any? None. Straight male here.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today? Got the Romex shelf resorted, and got the entire Orgill delivery put away.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn't? I maybe could have labelled the drip pans, but that's for Saturday.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well? I take incoming calls without issue. I haaaaate making calls to people I don't know and half the time to people I do.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you're afraid you'll annoy them? Probably.

Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? I know of none. My bestie doesn't have much drama, just the occasional redundant bullshit but it's not dramatic.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? Quite a few people.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly? Nope.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? I'm not ashamed of it.

Do you have a nervous twitch? I don't think that's one of my issues.

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? I live in Western Washington so those things exist nearby.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you? 0.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Yes, but more from the "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" perspective... had a sore neck for a week.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? Yes.

How many windows are open on your computer right now? One.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? I think it's pretty fast.

Have you ever gone in a sauna? A few times.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? Green.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? In three weeks.

Is there anything you're saving up for? but damn Temu and Shein are taking all my money. << ikr? Well, Temu here. Anyhow, I am going on a trip to Canada day on Sunday.

Are you taller than most of your friends? A few of them.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? I am sure I do but I'm not recalling who.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? I have not.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? A couple days.

Have you ever been someplace tropical? Not really.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? Not in front of the camera directly, but likely.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? Nah, it's just doing its thing. On my wall, though... it's dead.

Have you ever baked a pie? Yes.

What is your favorite social networking site? Tumblr, duh. <<

Who was the last person to call you? Girlfriend

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories? My father does on occasion. My sister's stories kill me.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? Not if you know who lost it.

Is there a war memorial where you live? Pretty sure of it.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? Dad was a Marine in 'Nam. He has never talked about it.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? Yes, getting a new one... larger and in a different house without dogs.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? Of course.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? I will sit anywhere.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? Nope.

Are you normally a person to tell people off? Noo, I'm not confrontational at all. <<

Name an object that most would consider odd that's special to you? The mint green Ansco pocket slide viewer.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn't have? I wanted a lizard as a kid... just a small one like a skink or something.

Do you currently have any bugbites? No bugs have bugged me this year.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue? It's a cul de sac that is a "street South", and for some reason isn't on Google Maps... enter my address and it wants to go to the other side of the neighbor's fence to the "street court East".

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? I hope it's worn off in the last 14 hours, I am going to bed after I save this! Oh wait, that was morning coffee, I was drinking Cherry Coke at 8pm so... yes, I am caffienated. Meh.

Look around, are things organized? I say so but that's not how others would see it.

Know what you're planning to do after this? It's 1:13am so I'm going to bed.

[tinamrazik]

Elton John Honky Château 50th Anniversary Reissue, Release March 24th on UME

Available on        2CD, 2LP,        and Limited-Edition Gold Vinyl LP

 Rocket Man (Live        at The Royal Festival Hall, London 1972) & Mellow (Session Demo)        Unveiled

During the 1970’s there was no bigger musical artist    than Elton John.  His stream of Top    10 hits seemed never-ending, catapulting him in his 20’s into legendary    status. Every album was better than the one before as he and songwriting    partner, lyricist Bernie Taupin, honed their craft, creating musical    masterpieces to last a lifetime. 50+on their partnership is stronger than    ever. His ‘five years of fun,’ as he once called it, contained his best and    most prolific work.  He grew as a    musician and live performer, selling out shows around the globe. For his 5th    studio album change was on  the    horizon. Formally a three-piece ensemble, Nigel Olsson on drums, Dee Murray    on bass, Elton on piano, a guitar virtuoso was added to the mix, Davey    Johnstone. Elton’s sound would never be the same again and would solidify    the Elton John Band as a true rocking force in the music industry.

This year, thanks to UME, a celebratory Honky Château 50th Anniversary Edition    is being released on March 25th (Elton’s 76th    birthday). Originally released in May 1972, the album included such    classics as “Rocket Man,” “Honky Cat,” and the fan favorite “Mona Lisas And    Mad Hatters.” They have become as timeless as the man himself. The real    gems found are the exclusive demo tracks and live performances never before    released. “Rocket Man (Live at The Festival Hall, London    1972)”  “Salvation,” (Session Demo) and    “Mellow” (Session Demo) are among those special moments.

 Recorded at the now legendary Château d’Hérouville,    a residential recording studio situated 25 miles northwest of Paris. It was    here where he and Bernie Taupin were to write – and the band subsequently    record. Elton, Bernie, and the band - performing together on record for the    first time - decamped to the Château for a week’s pre-production on Honky    Château in January 1972. Bernie brought his typewriter; the    band set up in the dining room. Bernie would write lyrics at night and    leave them on Elton’s piano for him to work on in the morning.

  As Elton recalls of their notoriously prolific    output at the time, “The first morning we were there, I had three    (songs) done by the time the band drifted downstairs looking for something    to eat: ‘Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters,’ ‘Amy’ and ‘Rocket Man.’” The    remainder of the album would follow suit; ‘Susie (Dramas),’ ‘Hercules,’    ‘Salvation,’ ‘Honky Cat,’ ‘Slave,’ ‘I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself’ and    ‘Mellow.’”

 Honky Château is available in the following        formats:

 2CD

Contains the original album and a newly created        selection of outtakes from the original session tapes. This 2CD format        additionally contains eight live recordings from the Royal Festival        Hall show in 1972, where the tracks received their live debut just a        few days after being recorded at the Château. Includes a 40-page        booklet containing rare photos, memorabilia, and an essay featuring        interviews from those who were there at the time.

 2LP

Contains the original album and a newly created        selection of outtakes from the original session tapes. Includes an        eight-page booklet containing rare photos, memorabilia, and an essay        featuring interviews from those who were there at the time

 Limited Edition        Gold Vinyl LP

Contains the original album pressed for the        first time on limited edition gold vinyl.

          In June 1972, “Rocket Man” was in the UK pop charts at No 2. In the US,        the single reached No 6. Honky Château became        the first of six consecutive Billboard Hot 100 No 1        albums. It remains a firm fixture in the setlist of this        record-breaking Farewell Yellow Brick Road tour and is a highlight        among his two-hour set. “Honky Cat”, his first up-tempo number to make        the US Top 10, the track helped cement Elton’s reputation in America.

 Still a shining jewel in Elton’s back        catalog, Honky Château was the album that        announced his arrival on the world stage. Its impact and legacy endure        to this day, and it will forever be remembered as the album where the        Rocket Man truly took flight.

  Format Details and Track listings

 Honky Château - 2CD

Disc 1:

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 HONKY AT THE CHÂTEAU (SESSION DEMOS) PART ONE

Salvation (Session Demo)

Susie (Dramas) (Session Demo)

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)        (Session Demo)

Mellow (Session Demo)

Slave - Alternate "Fast" Version (Session Demo)

 Disc 2:

HONKY AT THE CHÂTEAU (SESSION DEMOS) PART TWO

Honky Cat (Session Demo)

I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself (Session Demo)

Hercules (Session Demo)

Slave (Session Demo)

 LIVE AT THE ROYAL FESTIVAL HALL, LONDON, FEBRUARY 5TH 1972

Susie (Dramas)

Salvation

Mellow

Amy

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

Honky Cat

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time

Hercules

 Honky Château - Limited Edition Gold Vinyl LP

LP 1:

Side A

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

Side B

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 Honky Château - 2LP

LP 1:

Side A

Honky Cat

Mellow

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself

Susie (Dramas) 

Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)

 Side B

Salvation

Slave

Amy

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Hercules

 LP 2:

Side A

Salvation (Session Demo)

Susie (Dramas) (Session Demo)

Rocket Man (It’s Think It’s Going To Be A Long, Long Time)        (Session Demo)

Mellow (Session Demo)

Slave - Alternate "Fast" Version (Session Demo)

 Side B

Honky Cat (Session Demo)

I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself (Session Demo)

Hercules (Session Demo)

Slave (Session Demo)

[the-shitpost-typewriter]

Typewriters Masterpost

Welcome to the the-shitpost-typewriter typewriter hub post!

Click the links below to view posts in each of my typewriter tags, including posts about the typewriters as well as typewritten shitposts made using the typewriters.

I’ll make proper “Meet the Typewriter” posts about these eventually and link them here.

Underwood 5 Oliver 9 Royal 10 Remington Portable 2 Remington 7

[the-writers-wrench]

I posted 573 times in 2022

That's 17 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (2%)

560 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@tiny-dragons-tea-room

@supreme-leader-stoat

@she-is-amused

I tagged 208 of my posts in 2022

#writing advice - 35 posts

#writing refs - 23 posts

#sd - 17 posts

#tmatow - 11 posts

#characterization - 8 posts

#lotr - 5 posts

#writing - 3 posts

#heehee - 3 posts

#but good - 2 posts

#huh - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#that might be causing me problems now but i wouldn't be in a position to have those problems as a writer if it weren't for fanfiction

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Thinking about editing (while transcribing from paper to word doc): Ugh, this is the worst. I hate reading back over my stuff

Actually editing: I think I might've been hyping this up

0 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

#4

I just used character names in my Pathfinder Campaign as NPCs. Now to see if anyone actually reads the chapters I send out.

0 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#3

Me, starting Harry Turtledove's Southern Victory series: Oh neat what an interesting take on how the Great War might've gone differently

Me, six books in: Okay so this was basically the Great War and interwar if it was also fought on the American continent. The CSA is now Nazi Germany and about to pull a fast one on the "Totally not the French" USA

3 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#2

You have a typewriter? Lemme see it and also where do I get one I want one it’s the only weird writing shit I don’t have.

I have two actually! First one I got was a 1969 Smith Corona Super Sterling. Named him Wesley Smith O' Rona for reminding me of Smith and Wesson and being a Corona in the Corona pandemic (it might be weird to name typewriters, but IDK). Interesting feature is that the top part slides forward instead of hinging up like most typewriters.

The second one I got was a Royal Quiet De Luxe from (I think, based on serial numbers) 1951. She is named Reine Ginny De Luxe Tranquil for being a Royal Quiet I got in Virginia. She is from the era when typewriters didn't have a 1 key, and instead used a lowercase L to denote 1s. That's why many older fonts have 1s and Ls look very similar. Of the two, she is in a bit better material condition and the one I use the most. Fun fact, apparently Ian Flemming and Ernest Hemingway both used them extensively. Flemming even bought a gold plated one as a reward for finishing Casino Royale and wrote the rest of the James Bond stories on it.

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14 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Forget Dante’s Inferno, C.S. Lewis’ “The Screwtape Letters” is the Christian fan fiction we should base our public interpretation of hell on.

One of the things that draws me most to it I think is how insidious screwtape is. You pick up early on that he’s a demon writing to another younger demon, but the way he writes seems like he genuinely cares about his nephew wormwood and his client. Kind of like how sin is starting out. Gentle and welcoming, enticing you with the good side. It’s not until wormwood begins to fail or stumble repeatedly that screwtape’s letters turn more nasty and mean. IRL with sin, that’s when after it’s got hooks into you and you begin to chafe against it. It’s not until the end that we see the true nature of screwtape and wormwood’s relationship. Rather than the familial (if increasingly frustrated) relationship portrayed, the only thing wormwood truly means to screwtape is the ticket to another meal. We get hints of this throughout the book, but I think the final letter really hits it home. One way or another, screwtape is getting a meal. And as much as a small part of me wanted wormwood’s blunders to be part of a realization of God’s grace and the beginning of a redemption arc, I also knew that if the roles were reversed the end result would be the same. The reversal of the meanings of “My dear Wormwood” and “Your affectionate uncle” sent chills down my spine.

Another thing that stood out to me was screwtape’s opinion of “the enemy”. Most of the content of his letters alternate between offering suggestions for wormwood to tempt his patient (more than a few had me going introspective to my own actions) and railing against God. None of the demons seem to understand why God does what he does, because they seem incapable of understanding who he is. All they see is someone standing in between them and a feast of souls. Therefor, he must be the bad guy, and they must win in the end because humans are dumb cattle and he’s the bad guy.

The last bit, a later addition where screwtape proposes a toast to the graduating class of the demon college, is more political than the first book, but something that could’ve been written yesterday. Screwtape had talked about social issues previously, but this was a cranking up of the dial. Everything from how we’re being turned more adversarial against fellow man, how equality of outcome is being turned into the definition of democracy, these are issues we’re facing to this day. I had to check when C.S. Lewis wrote this and when he died, just to be sure he hadn’t somehow survived into the 21st century. Perhaps it’s more political than the previous letters and makes a bit of a jarring transition, but considering 20 years passed between the original book and the toast, and the fact they weren’t originally meant to be bundled together, I’m willing to give it a pass. That, and the fact we were dealing with the same issues 60 years ago is strangely comforting. Nothing new is under the sun. It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.

32 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

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I got some of the keys working, so there’s a plus at least. I don’t think it’s nearly as unsalvageable as that cruel woman said.

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Royal Astronaut Sprite model typewriter on Apollo 10 (I believe), 1969.

Two men and one typewriter, in flight. Was that economy class?

Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor disembarking in London’s Heathrow Airport with an Olivetti Valentine typewriter, 1970.