#sensation blvd

[blackdollette]

"fuck me to death." | euronymous

did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean blvd. - lana del rey

summary: getting facefucked by euronymous

inspired by @angelsnkisses

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

reader x euronymous

contents: blowjob, masturbation

the crowd went wild as mayhem finished their show. you peeked out from backstage to see your boyfriend grinning, causing a smile to spread across your lips.

the band made their way backstage as you sat down on the little couch in the corner. the other members of the band left to go to the bar. you were picking at your dark red nail polish as euronymous walked over to you, sitting beside you and putting your legs on his lap.

you looked at him. "arent you heading to the bar with the rest of the band?" you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

he shook his head. "no. i had something else planned for tonight." he smirks at you, and you cant help but be curious.

"what did you have in mind?" you lean forward a little, waiting to hear his answer.

his grin widens. "you'll find out soon enough, but for now, why dont you get on your knees."

a confused expression crosses your face. "w-what...?" you really didnt know if you heard him correctly.

"you heard me. on your knees. now." he looked at you, his gaze hardening a little as you obey his command. his eyes meet yours as you're now on your knees in front of him. he spreads his legs so that you can stay in between them.

he smiles a little, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "such a pretty girl." he whispers. you smile at his words, especially since you knew that he wasnt the type to throw around compliments like that.

euro sighed as he looked at you, a slightly lustful gaze in his eyes. he moved his other hand to the buckle of his bullet belt. suddenly, you knew what this was all about. and you were more than happy to give him what he wanted.

you watched as his bulge started to strain against his black jeans. you put your hand on it, slowly rubbing it to get a reaction out of him.

this earned you a low groan from him as he put his hands in your hair. he grinned before speaking.

"you know what i want. so give it to me." he slips off his belt and puts it on the armrest of the couch.

you wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans. you pushed his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring out right at your face. you flinched a little, causing euro to chuckle softly.

you knew he was getting needy, eager to feel your warm mouth around his hard cock. but there was no fun in just giving him what he wanted, so you decided to tease him a little.

you kitten-licked the tip, peppering soft kisses all over his. euro knew that you felt like being a tease tonight, so he would have to fight fire with fire.

"oh for fuck's sake." he growls before grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down your throat. you eyes widened and immediately welled with tears.

"scratch my leg if you need to breath." he says as he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, groaning from the sensation that he's been hungry for all night.

he grabs a fistful of your hair before pushing your head all the way down, making you deepthroat his length. he let out a long moan as you took all of him in your mouth.

he looked down at you, wiping the black tears streaming down your face. you start bobbing your head up and down, the sounds of gagging and gurgling mixed with euro's moans sounding like music to your ears.

you moved one of your hands under your skirt, moving your wet panties to the side so you could access your dripping pussy. you rubbed circles around your hard clit. the moans you let out made vibrations go through euro's entire body. he let out a moan that you had never heard before. one filled with pure lust and desire.

he put both of his hands in your hair and started forcefully fucking your mouth. tears were streaming down your face and saliva coating your chin as you continued fingering yourself. the moans you let out on his cock made him even more desperate for you.

euro's moans got even louder and more frequent, occasionally mixed with little whimpers. his cock began to twitch in your mouth as he was getting closer to his climax. you felt yourself getting to that point as well.

you began to swirl your tongue around his cock as he forced it into you, getting a groan out of him.

your spit bubbled down his cock, and the sight of this sent him over the edge. he pushed your head all the way down as he released all his cum into your bruised throat.

a few more circles on your clit were enough to make you cum right after, sending another waves of vibrations through his body once more.

he tugged at your hair as he threw his head back, his eyes crossing slightly. he came again, even more than before. he pulled your head off of his dick and looked at you.

a mixture of your spit and his cum was dripping down your neck as you looked at him with a little smile.

euro smiled back, kissing you on the forehead softly. "lets get you cleaned up so we can head to the bar." he zips his dick back into his pants before patting you on the cheek.

he grabbed a rag from the ground and cleaned you up a little, right before planting a soft kiss your lips.

author's note: this was inspired by one of the many amazing writers on this platform. i hope you all enjoyed this!

[tightjeansjavi]

That Girl is a Problem

Part 1: “Sinful Colors”

(AU street racing! Joel x f! tattoo artist reader)

A/N: so this idea came to me because I rediscovered the song, ‘Problem’ by Natalia Kills. Suddenly I was like YES. Tatted up street racing Joel 😵‍💫 + tattoo artist female reader? Jesus Christ, my panties have been flung across the room. I’m blushing as I type this all out because this Joel is just on another level 🥵 get your engines revving laideaze.

~word count: 2.6k~

Summary: Joel Miller & Tommy Miller left their Texas homestead seeking new thrills. They find themselves working at an auto body shop on Hollywood Blvd. Joel meets you, a self taught tattoo artist working on the strip. You might be just the adrenaline rush that he was searching for. Or, his ultimate heartbreak.

Warnings: Early 1990’s Los Angeles violence/scandals. Drug use, drinking, smoking, mentions of tattooing and needles, street racing, infidelity, adrenaline junkies, Joel & reader have emotional baggage, reader is a badass, love triangle between reader, Joel, and readers boyfriend, flirting, teasing, banter, jealousy, rage, trauma, dark themes, domestic emotional/physical abuse from readers boyfriend, pining, unrequited feelings, excessive drinking/drug use, sustained injuries from street racing, bar fights, 2 character deaths, jealous! Joel, darkish! Joel, possessive! Joel, eventual smut, consent, eventual established relationship, no use of (y/n) readers nickname is Angel, (+18) minors dni!

That Girl is a Problem Playlist:

𝙄’𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚...

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢.

Los Angeles, California: Summer of 1993

When Joel Miller, and his brother Tommy Miller moved to the City of Angels, Los Angeles California, they had no idea what they were in store for. LA was a cultural shock compared to their homestead in Texas. They were looking to get in on the action, live life on the high side and they had come just to the right place.

It didn’t take long for the Miller boys to find work at a local mechanic shop on the Hollywood strip. Both brothers knew a thing or two about cars and motorcycles. Wasn’t the first time they had gotten down and dirty, and it wouldn’t be the last. Joel had discovered your tattoo shop on his lunch break. Hollywood had street vendors by the lot and he stopped in front of the bright red neon sign that read, Sinful Colors.

Joel wasn’t shy of his ink. He had gotten his first tattoo at the sharp age of 18 and from there, he became addicted to the buzzing sound of the machine, and quick jabs of the needle into his skin. It was a euphoric sensation. The only way he knew how to describe the feeling without sounding entirely masochistic, was that it was a good pain. A comforting pain that eased stress and tension. Maybe he enjoyed it too much. Who the hell was anyone to tell him that he was fucked up for feeling that way? Tattoos were fucking dope, as far as he was concerned.

Curiosity got the best out of him as he pushed open the door to your shop. He was greeted with the familiar buzz of the tattoo machine and the low tremble of Led Zeppelin’s, I Can’t Quit You Baby. There was the faint aroma of cigarette smoke, mixed in with burning incense wafting through the thick beaded curtain that separated the waiting area from the room where the clients and walk in’s would receive their new ink.

You had a cigarette perched between your lips as you were finishing up on a walk in that requested a tramp stamp to piss off her ex boyfriend. Although in your eyes, tramp stamps weren’t trampy at all. They were fucking hot as hell, considering you had one yourself. “You’re doing great, babe. You’re gonna love this one. As soon as your ex sees it, he’s gonna be foaming at the mouth.”

“As he fucking should be. Fuck him. He’s never gonna get his hands on my body again.” The client glanced over her shoulder at you, letting out a low hum from the sensation of the needle piercing her skin over, and over again. Once you were finished, you lightly doused a paper towel in rubbing alcohol before gently wiping the tattoo.

“Alright babe. You let me know how this looks, Kay? If you wanna change anything, don’t hesitate.” You had your walk-in gently sit up before you handed her a hand held mirror so she could check out her new ink. The tattoo was a gothic heart in red ink. The structured lines coming from the sides of the heart were like a crown of pointy thorns. The tattoo itself was delicate but possessed that edgy vibe that she was looking for.

“Holy fucking shit, Angel. You outdid yourself again! Oh my god, this is so fucking beautiful.”

It brought you undeniable joy to see someone happy with your art. You took immense pride in making sure that your clients and walk-ins got exactly what they were looking for. It was always fun when you got to throw in your own artistic flare in your work. “I’m so happy you love it babe. You know I would be more than happy to add you as one of my clients? You keep coming back for more..so I must be doing something right huh?” You said with a small grin.

“At this point, I’m just gonna keep throwing my money at you because girl, this is insane! Thank you so so so much!” She was already reaching into her hot pink wallet, pulling out a stack of cash for you.

“You mind if I take a picture of it real quick? I’ll give you a copy as well. Just like to keep a collection, y’know?” Your walk-in, Maddi nodded. You tapped your cigarette out in the nearby ashtray, far enough away from your supplies to stay within regulation code. You opened up your drawer pulling out your Polaroid camera as you got behind the bench. “Alright baby cakes, hold your shirt up for me just a little, just like that gorgeous.”

You snapped one picture, followed by another, gently shaking the photos as they developed. Once they were finished, you grabbed a fine tip sharpie and wrote the date, along with Maddi’s name, and handed her the second copy.

“Okay, this is so fucking hot. I’m hanging this picture up on my fridge. I don't care.”

You set your copy of the picture down before grabbing her a “goody bag.” Now remember, no harsh scented soaps, no swimming for at least 2-4 weeks. Please don’t let anyone cum on your back for at least a week either. I know how you are babe. Keep it moisturized, and a little bit of the stuff I gave you goes a long way.” You wheeled your stool over as you placed a light patch off the open wound. “You can take this off in a couple hours and gently wash it with water only.”

“Sooo no cum-shots on my back for at least a week? Got it!” Maddi said with a light giggle. “Oh, by the way, is Dylan still racing this weekend?”

“Yeah you’ll just have to stick with it on your tits or ass babe. Think you can handle that? He is racing this weekend. You and the girls gonna be there?”

“I do love a good ass shot. Hell yeah we’re gonna be there! We don’t miss that shit for the world babe.” She pulled her shirt down over the bandage gently before gathering up her things. Maddi always left you a hefty tip, which you appreciated greatly. You gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before you counted up your money and placed it in the safe under your work area.

Maddi slipped past the beaded curtain to be met with the tall, handsome stranger in the waiting area. She shot the man a wink before she left through the front entrance.

You wiped down your work area, sanitizing everything for your next client before you stood up. You didn’t know anyone but yourself and maddi were in the shop till you slipped through the beaded curtain and were met with Joel Miller.

“Oh shit, sorry man. I didn’t hear anyone else come in. How long have you been standing there?” The first thing you took notice of was his height and the way the leather jacket he was wearing, seemed to bulge at the seams from his prominent broad muscles. You could see some ink peeking out along his wrists and the visible skin exposed beneath his t-shirt.

“Long enough to hear about cum shots.” He chuckled, Texas accent drawling smoothly past his lips.

“She’s a wild one, that’s for damn sure. You’re not from around here I take it? Based on the accent. Texas maybe?”

The first thing Joel noticed about you was your clothing attire. You weren’t afraid to show skin that was for damn sure. He took in the fact that you were wearing a short denim skirt with a tight little top that did little to cover your nipples. You wore fishnets paired with black heeled boots. You were hot, there was no denying that. You were also positively covered in tattoos. He noticed right away that your style was patchwork mixed in with American traditional. You even had a little red ink queen of hearts tattoo along the front of your ear. It easily could pass as a face tattoo. Besides your tattoos, you had a septum piercing and an array of earrings on the same ear that had the tattoo close to it.

“Based on that conversation, she does sound pretty wild. How’d you guess from my accent alone that I’m from Texas? Does it really stick out that much?” Joel asked, crossing his arms across his broad chest, stretching the leather fabric even more.

You knew he was checking you out. It was flattering to have attractive people unashamedly check you out. You knew you were hot. Something that both men, and women and everyone in between desired. You were well known in the LA nightlife. Your boyfriend Dylan hated it. He hated that you dressed a certain way, that you were naturally bubbly, alluring. You had a bit of a mouth to you but hey, momma didn’t raise no bitch. You were everyone’s dream girl, but a real damn problem.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer, handsome.” you grinned and mirrored his movements, crossing your arms over your chest with a raise of your brow. “Yeah, I don’t get many Texas men wandering in here. You stick out like a damn sore thumb man.”

Joel felt his mouth go dry at your suggestion. Was he really staring that damn hard at you? Fuck. He had only just met you, and you were already scrambling his brain. He cleared his throat as he stuck with his intimidating stance. “Can’t deny that I like what I see, huh Angel? Now, is that your real name darlin’, or like one of those fake stage names like the girls in Vegas use?”

“Between you and me, I like what I see as well. Oh, I’m sure you’d love to hear my real name, cowboy. We’re not on those personal terms unfortunately.” You said with a faux sigh of disappointment.

“Ahh, I see. You’re what men like to call a class A tease. Gotta hand it to ya darlin’ you got me hooked already.”

“Consider yourself unspecial, and most definitely unlucky.” You responded with a sickly sweet grin. “So, did you come in here to flirt me up or did you want to get something done? What was your name again? I don’t believe I caught it.”

Joel liked the fact that you could banter and hold your ground. He was unlucky indeed considering the fact that you already had the upper hand on him. “I don’t believe I introduced myself at all. I’m Joel.” He held his hand out for you to shake, a small grin plastered on his lips. “I was actually lookin’ to get somethin’ done. I’m only on my lunch break at the moment so I’d have to come back later unfortunately.”

“Joel? Never heard of a man with that name before. It’s different.” You shook his hand firmly. You could feel the ridges and veins in his hand against your soft skin. “What were you looking to get done? I can pencil you in for my next availability.”

“Well, now you’ve gone and boosted my ego up a notch darlin’. I was lookin’ to get both of my hands done. The knuckles and my fingers. I was thinking American traditional. Nothing really specific. Maybe a skull, snake or somethin’ along those lines.”

“Don’t let it go to your head too fast, cowboy. Knuckle tattoos are fucking sick. I love doing American traditional as well. Tell you what, I’ll sketch something up for you and then you can stop on by after your shift? Where do you work anyway?” You asked, already penciling his name down in your little notebook.

“Damn woman. You gotta take a man out to dinner first before you just start askin’ him personal questions like that.” He chuckled, shooting you a playful wink. “I work at S&M auto body just down the strip. My brother Tommy works there as well.”

“Fuck me. There’s two of you?” You said with a light giggle. Yeah, my boyfriend actually uses that place when he’s reckless with his car. Which is about every other fucking day I swear.”

Of course you had a boyfriend. Of fucking course a vixen, such as yourself was taken.

“Yeah but if I’m being honest, I’m the handsome one. Tommy is just eh. Although, believe it or not, he’s totally a bigger ladies man than I am. Dude can’t keep it in his fucking pants for more than a day, if that.”

“Wow, he sounds like the male version of my friend Maddi. The hot babe that was just in here. She’s out here breaking guys' hearts every other day of the week. I absolutely hype her up for it though. She’s getting it good all the time.”

“No shit? Well, sounds like they would be a perfect match for one another. Maybe we’ll have to make sure they meet or somethin’.”

“Oh, we? No. Sorry Joel. There will be no we but i’m sure they’ll end up meeting eventually. You and Tommy should come to the race Saturday night. Maddi will be there and they can meet and rip each other's clothes off and all that fun stuff.”

“What kind of race are we talkin’ here Angel?” Joel asked with curiosity laced in his tone.

“The only kind of racing that is actually entertaining to watch. Street racing babe. Happens every Friday and Saturday night, right here on the strip. Well, as long as the cops don’t come and bust up our party first.”

“Street racing? Can anyone sign up for it or is it like an invite only kinda deal? Are you gonna be there?”

“Anyone and everyone can sign up. You got a car or bike and you’re good to go. Entry fee is $50 and well..there’s not many rules either. That’s what really draws the crowds in. Just some down and dirty street racing. I’ll be there. I always am. My boyfriend holds the raining title in LA county.”

Joel fought the urge to roll his eyes at you mentioning this boyfriend of yours again. Dude sounded like a total tool and Joel didn’t even know his name, let alone what his stupid face looked like. “Well, Angel. Count me in. I’ll be there and I’ll bring Tommy. How do I sign up?”

“Alright, rookie. You got a taste for some action, huh? We’ve been looking for some new meat to join anyway.” You grabbed a clipboard from one of the drawers and handed it to him. “The $50 isn’t required till the race so just need your name, pretty boy.”

“Came all the way out here for some action darlin’. Any, and all kinds of it. Whatever I can get my hands on really. Your boyfriend might have some competition on his hands. We did somethin’ similar to this back in Texas. Only difference was, it was a bunch of hillbillies and their trucks in an abandoned cornfield. Same concept, I imagine.” He grabbed the clipboard from you, lightly brushing his fingers across your knuckles on purpose. He wasted no time signing his first and last name before handing you the clipboard back.

“We’ll see about all that, cowboy. My next client will be here in about 10. I’ll work on your sketch on my lunch break and then feel free to stop by anytime after 3 today.” You set the clipboard down along the table.

“Sounds like a date, Angel. Catch ya around hot stuff.” He winked before he turned on his heel and slipped past the front entrance door.

Dylan was positively gonna give you hell for this. Did you care? Not one fucking bit. Joel Miller was hot. He was handsome and sexy and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want to get a taste of what Texas had to offer. What your boyfriend didn’t know, wasn’t going to kill him.

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[fineprintedsunsets]

»•» 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰 «•«

Synopsis: Let me paint you like a masterpiece, baby. Will you be my Mona Lisa?

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: artist!steve rogers x little!reader. cock humping. paint play? cum painting? cum kink? idfk? cock veins. paint play. big softie steve. MINORS DNI, both characters are consenting ADULTS. (its been 6 days since my last fic, I hate fucking classes. me just want to write, me do not want to sit and take notes.

Chris Evan's & Co. | Sunset's BLVD

“Hey best girl, what's wrong?” A soothing voice asks from behind a canvas. The sound of a brush gliding across the stretched hyde seeps through your veins. You could listen to it all day, the way Steve paints.

The way he creates.

“Steve.” You whimper, clutching your hoodie, your thighs crossed, your palms slick with sweat. He glances up from his painting, he’s wearing nothing but his apron, his abs peeking out behind the fabric.

Steve stops at the sound, seeing your saddened face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Before you can answer, Steve assesses you, his features turning soft as he lays the paintbrush on his cart full of paints, disregarding his masterpiece altogether.

“Sit in my lap, c’mere” He stretched his arms out, his hands motioned for you to join him. You don’t think twice, your tiny feet scurry across the floor of his studio, as he grabs your hips, lifting you up to rest in his lap.

Steve supports your back with a large palm, while the other keeps your hips against him. He places a small kiss against your cheek, hoping to see your smile return. “What's bothering my little girl today?”

Steve’s tone makes you grind against him instinctively, and apparently, he returns your excitement, you can feel his trapped cock grow hard against his sweatpants. “Oh, are you horny? Is that it, sweetheart?”

A blush rises on your cheeks as a light smile blesses your features. “Yes…”

“That’s not a problem, sweet girl. We're gonna take care of you alright?” You nod your head with so much force it hurts, you curl your toes, your stomach bottoms with anticipation, and Steve,

Oh, Steve.

He’s looking at you as if you're a fresh painting he just created, his eyes bright with new ideas, admiring the masterpiece in front of him. His long fingers come up to fiddle with the strap of your tank top. “You're ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?”

“Mhmm. So ready.” You babble, the words are almost incoherent, and you know by the smile on Steve’s face, that he loves you in your current state.

He wastes no time in reaching into his sweatpants, making sure you don’t fall, supporting your back with super-soldier strength. Steve allows his length to spring free, and you groan, feeling the hot appendage hit your stomach.

“I’m ready for you too, baby. Lift those hips for me, alright?”

Your hips lift instinctively, allowing Steve to position his cock right at your pussy, although you can’t feel anything, your shorts make it hard to gain any friction from his cock. You scrunch your face, and Steve smiles.

His palms grab at your hips and force you down onto his cock, still keeping you both supported on his painting chair.

Steve can see you're still confused, so he grabs your hips and moves your clothed folds to glide along his bare cock, and then you feel it.

Oh. You feel it.

“Make yourself feel good, sweet girl.” He instructs, keeping a hold on your back, as you rut against him, going slow at first, still getting used to this new sensation. It’s like having a barrier between you, and you want more, need more but you aren't allowed to have it.

You just have to make do with what he gives you.

Steve groans, looking at the way your shorts grow with a wet spot, seeing how wet you're getting from such a simple form of foreplay.

“You're doing so good, keep humping my cock, just like that. Have you found what you like yet?” He asks, but you're almost too breathless to answer. You can feel the fabric growing with your slick, making it easier to glide along him.

“I like when one of these-” One of “these” hits your clit just as you're about to finish your sentence, making you lean forward, grinding your clit hard against the pulsating vein.

“Aww, you like my veins, sweetheart? They're all for you, every last-” Steve thrust ever so slightly, letting his cock, along with its veins rub against you just the way you like it. The way he knows you like your clit stroked.

“Fuck. One” Steve’s breath speeds up, matching your thrust, You're both so close to the edge, and you both love it. Steve, seeing you hump his cock and getting off on it, seeing how drenched your shorts are becoming, feeling the fabric and your slick grind against his bare cock.

And you, humping him, feeling your orgasm grow tighter and tighter, begging to be unwinded, to be set free.

Steve reaches for something behind you, and you realize, it’s a paintbrush dipped in blue paint. A gasp falls from your parted lips as he brings it up to your shoulder, painting a stroke across your shoulder, over your tank top.

You first his apron, trying to steady yourself against the burning hot sensation of humping his cock, and the ice-cold paint on your skin. He does it again, loving to draw those moans and gasp out of your pretty lips.

He runs it over your chest, reaching behind you for more pain each time he runs out. Steve paints another stroke over your hardened nipples, creating a messy portrait on your shirt.

“Steve-”

He chuckles, “You close, sweetheart?”

“So am I.” Steve paints your curves, sizing you up with each cold stroke of his brush, running the bristles over your most sensitive areas, your breast, your throat, your stomach.

“Let me paint you like a masterpiece, baby. Will you be my Mona Lisa?” Steve huffs out, dropping his brush to the floor when he sees you're thoroughly painted, even getting a little of the substance on himself when he splattered dots across your smiling face.

You can’t answer him, your orgasm is right there, begging to be released. “That’s it…good little girl.”

You stop, your clit pressing against his cock as you explode, and Steve does the same. His cock twitches underneath you, his breaths shortening as he coats you in his cum. “Take all of it, Gonna paint those thighs too, pretty girl.” Steve does exactly as he promised, coating your stomach and your thighs in his release.

Paint and cum coating your body.

You laugh, it’s all you can do.

His Mona Lisa.

[deiongill]

I laced up my shoes at around noon and took off down the sidewalk, keeping my pace until reaching Fryman Canyon. With the first 2 and a half simple miles out of the way, I slowed to a walk and made my way uphill. Honestly I was expecting to have already tired out by then, but something in me hit that autopilot button and I just kept going. I know that feeling so well. The sensation of being an observer inside my own body, just watching my arms and legs do things. Pain, fatigue, breathing, thirst… all irrelevant. There was just my presence, the greens and browns and blues around me, and the music blasting in my ears. I didn’t need any motivation or reason to be doing this other than to prove to myself I could. Each step I took revealed to me another glimpse of my resilience, my power and my determination. I was showing myself the true nature of what I’m capable of, not so much just with my body, but with my mind. I had every reason to slow down, to take a break, to rest before I needed to. I could’ve turned around and called an uber home. I chose to continue forward through the 2 mile trail at Fryman, and picked up the pace and ran another 2 and a half miles home without stopping. I did that to be proud of myself, for the reminder that I deserve to feel powerful. I deserve to know that I can push forward through anything and make it out the other side, even if I have to take the focus off of how my body feels and just let pure will take over. I deserve that small victory.

I feel a huge sense of gratitude when I think about things like this. It comes from the knowing that in my younger years I had to survive something traumatic or adverse to experience that feeling of resilience and strength. My sense of self-value used to come from what I was able to survive. That autopilot feeling I’m so familiar with developed from days of walking up and down Hollywood Blvd for 6 or 7 hours straight at 19 years old, passing by the McDonalds over and over again, knowing I couldn’t afford anything more than a water cup and maybe a small fry if I was lucky. During those times I learned to drown out the world, myself, and everything in between. It would be just my presence, the gold trimmed starry names beneath my feet, and the music blasting in my ears. I could’ve decided to leave LA and go home to my family, take an easier and safer route for my life, and chosen an experience that made way more sense than waiting my turn to achieve any sort of success and stability through music. I could’ve quit. But for whatever crazy reason, I chose to just put one foot in front of the other and drown everything else out.

It took some time to transform a skill in dissociation that acted as a barrier between me and the world into a type of tool for perseverance that I could turn on and off. Sometimes I still get stuck with the switch on, and have to remind myself that I don’t need to shut the world out to survive anymore. Things aren’t as certain in life as I may want them to be, but I’m sitting here typing this in my apartment with food in my fridge, clothes on my back and a view of the sun setting behind the hills across the way. And I feel powerful today.

It’s just my presence, the gold trimmed blue sky, and the music blasting in my ears.

[sidechickbranson]

Side Chick

Drum roll, please! Introducing The Side Chick, Branson's hottest spot for a clucking good time. Specializing in crispy fried chicken, succulent wings, and hearty chicken sandwiches, our menu is designed to satisfy your urge for the bird.

Get ready to be bowled over by our sides, too! So, chick please, why settle for anything less? Join us for a dining experience that's finger-licking good and packed with flavor. Whether you're here for a quick bite, a family feast, or a night out with friends while on vacation, The Side Chick promises a clucking good time you'll want to repeat. Come see what all the cluck is about at Branson's newest chicken sensation!

Address: 3405 W 76 Country Blvd, Branson, MO 65616, USA Phone: 417-527-7201 Website: https://sidechickbranson.com

[nobleairusroundrock]

Relish Frozen Delights and More at Dairy Queen in Round Rock, TX

In the vibrant hub of Round Rock, Texas, Dairy Queen stands as a beloved culinary destination, captivating locals and travelers alike with its irresistible blend of frozen treats and hearty Texan fare. Here, patrons can experience the perfect balance of both relaxation and excitement, making every visit a delightful adventure.

Embracing Dairy Queen's Frozen Delights

At Dairy Queen, the magic begins with their iconic frozen desserts, which have earned a special place in the hearts of customers over the years. From the timeless soft-serve ice cream cones to the indulgent Blizzard treats packed with irresistible mix-ins, each offering is a symphony of flavors and textures.

Indulge in classics like the beloved Dilly Bar or the nostalgic Banana Split, or treat yourself to the irresistible layers of the Peanut Buster Parfait. For those craving something extra special, the Buster Bar promises a taste sensation like no other. With each bite, Dairy Queen's desserts evoke a sense of community and pure delight, bringing smiles to faces of all ages.

Discovering Dairy Queen's Top Locations

In Round Rock, Texas, Dairy Queen boasts several standout locations, each offering its own unique charm and hospitality. Among these, the Dairy Queen on E Palm Valley Blvd shines for its friendly service and convenient drive-thru option, perfect for those on the go.

For families seeking a welcoming atmosphere and ample seating, the Dairy Queen on Louis Henna Blvd is a top choice. Meanwhile, the Dairy Queen on Gattis School Rd entices guests with its diverse menu and cozy outdoor seating, providing the ideal setting for enjoying a sweet treat on a sunny day.

No matter which location you choose, Dairy Queen in Round Rock promises a memorable experience filled with delicious flavors and warm hospitality.

[fantastica-daily]

Argylle Movie Review

As a novelist myself, I have a soft spot for movies about writers—I’ve thoroughly enjoyed them in every genre, from Sunset Blvd (1950) to American Fiction (2023). As Argylle is centered on a spy novelist whose creations come to life, I was all in from the word “trailer.” However, that’s not quite how it all winds up (no spoilers here), and in the end, Argylle somehow manages to both drag and go flying over the top.

Argylle is basically the wild ride you get when you toss a lonely author, Elly Conway (played by the fab Bryce Dallas Howard), into her own book series—and it’s as bonkers as it sounds. Imagine diving into your own story, kinda like those vintage 1970s skits from the Carol Burnett Show where authors’ characters came to life and acted out the tales. Been there, done that? Maybe, but stick with me!

The cast is like the Avengers of Hollywood: Bryce totally nails it as Elly, and then you’ve got the dream team of Sam Rockwell, Bryan Cranston, the Man of Steel himself Henry Cavill, pop sensation Dua Lipa, the legendary Samuel L. Jackson, and comedy queen Catherine O’Hara lighting up the screen. And oh, there’s this utterly cute Scottish Fold cat that steals the show—half CGI, half real, and all adorable, played by Chip (who’s actually Claudia Schiffer’s fur baby, and yep, she’s married to the guy calling the shots on this flick, Matthew Vaughn).

Speaking of Vaughn, he knows his way around a spy comedy like nobody’s business, having given us the Kingsman series and Kickass. Remember 2004’s Layer Cake with a pre-Bond Daniel Craig? That was Vaughn, too. So, the guy’s got chops. But even with all this talent and craziness, Argylle starts to feel like that guest who just won’t leave the party, dragging on for a whopping 2 hours and 20 minutes. It’s a blast for the most part, but then it tries to juggle too much spy-jinx, ending up like a caper that’s dipped into one martini too many. Total bummer, because with a cast this epic and a plot this zany, it could’ve been a home run.

[formeryelpers]

Five Grains Noodle House, 34129 Fremont Blvd, Fremont, CA 94555

The quality of the Chinese restaurants in Fremont has improved quite a bit in the last few years. The new Five Grains Noodle House is part of that trend. They specialize in rice noodle soup but the rice noodles also contain five grains: rice, buckwheat, millet, sorghum and corn. The menu includes grain rice noodle soups with fish, grain noodle soups with beef, rice plates, appetizers, desserts, and snacks. You can customize the noodle soups by adding extra meat, extra noodles, vegetables, etc.

Order by scanning the QR code at each table. They’ll bring sweet barley (?) tea and a tray of roasted, salted peanuts and crunchy pickled daikon slices. Nice way to start the meal.

Numb & Spicy Pork Intestine Grain Rice Noodle Soup ($15.95): The bowls of noodle soup are huge and they give you a lot of broth. The noodles took awhile to arrive (longer than a pho restaurant), around 10 minutes. The mala flavor was strong and the broth was red. The mala provided a numbing, tingling sensation. The noodles had soft 5 grain rice noodles, soft cubes of tofu, tender intestines, and soft quail eggs. The broth was a tad salty but very flavorful, delicious, spicy, and numbing.

It’s a nice looking place: clean, modern, bright with hanging wooden fish pendant lights. They have a TV tuned to Chinese tv programs.

4.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[tightjeansjavi]

That Girl is a Problem

(AU street racing! Joel x f! tattoo artist reader) +18

Chapter 1 coming tonight at 8pm CT

This fic is 100% going outside of my comfort zone and I have done my best to highlight all the warnings that I believe need to be highlighted. If there are any that I have missed, please let me know so I can make sure I update it accordingly! This story takes place in DTLA early 1990’s and the overall theme for the story is pretty dark. Every chapter will have the appropriate warnings so that nothing gets missed.

Summary/Warnings/Sneak Peek below the cut

Summary: Joel Miller & Tommy Miller left their Texas homestead seeking new thrills. They find themselves working at an auto body shop on Hollywood Blvd. Joel meets you, a self taught tattoo artist working on the strip. You might be just the adrenaline rush that he was searching for. Or, his ultimate heartbreak.

Warnings: Early 1990’s Los Angeles violence/scandals. Small age gap, (Reader is 28 Joel is 30) Drug use, drinking, smoking, mentions of tattooing and needles, street racing, infidelity, adrenaline junkies, Joel & reader have emotional baggage, reader is a badass, love triangle between reader, Joel, and readers boyfriend, flirting, teasing, banter, jealousy, rage, trauma, dark themes, domestic emotional/physical abuse from readers boyfriend, pining, unrequited feelings, excessive drinking/drug use, sustained injuries from street racing, bar fights, 2 character deaths, jealous! Joel, darkish! Joel, possessive! Joel, eventual smut, consent, eventual established relationship, no use of (y/n) readers nickname is Angel, (+18) minors dni!

Joel wasn’t shy of his ink. He had gotten his first tattoo at the sharp age of 18 and from there, he became addicted to the buzzing sound of the machine, and quick jabs of the needle into his skin. It was a euphoric sensation. The only way he knew how to describe the feeling without sounding entirely masochistic, was that it was a good pain. A comforting pain that eased stress and tension. Maybe he enjoyed it too much. Who the hell was anyone to tell him that he was fucked up for feeling that way? Tattoos were fucking dope, as far as he was concerned.

[dingfoo]

Dingfoo Unveils Sensational Pleasures at AVN Expo 2024 in Las Vegas!

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[shopwyllow]

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[mirandamckenni1]

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[scardinositalian]

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[phillygrub]

Taste Cheesesteak Bar Opening This Weekend

Are you ready for more cheesesteaks? Taste Cheesesteak Bar is hosting its grand opening on Saturday, September 18th, at 1809 JFK Blvd. Taste Cheesesteak Bar hopes to elevate the cheesesteak from a mere sandwich and make it a gastronomic sensation. Featuring audacious offerings such as the Oxtail Cheesesteak and Jerk Chicken Cheesesteak, they are taking the cheesesteak to another realm. Pushing…

[sidechickbranson]

Side Chick

Drum roll, please! Introducing The Side Chick, Branson's hottest spot for a clucking good time. Specializing in crispy fried chicken, succulent wings, and hearty chicken sandwiches, our menu is designed to satisfy your urge for the bird.

Get ready to be bowled over by our sides, too! So, chick please, why settle for anything less? Join us for a dining experience that's finger-licking good and packed with flavor. Whether you're here for a quick bite, a family feast, or a night out with friends while on vacation, The Side Chick promises a clucking good time you'll want to repeat. Come see what all the cluck is about at Branson's newest chicken sensation!

Address: 3405 W 76 Country Blvd, Branson, MO 65616, USA Phone: 417-527-7201 Website: https://sidechickbranson.com

[wedesignyouny]

Celebrity Divorces | Beckerman & Granados, PLLC

CELEBRITY DIVORCES

In the captivating world of glitz and glamour, the public’s fascination with celebrities extends beyond their on-screen performances. The lives and relationships of famous individuals have always been under a microscope, and one aspect that garners significant attention is their marital status. Celebrity marriages, often showcased as fairytales, also experience their share of turmoil and heartbreak. In this article, we explore the intriguing topic of “Most Divorced Celebrities,” delving into why these high-profile separations attract immense public attention and how celebrities cope with the challenges of divorce in the limelight.

Why Celebrity Marriages Attract Attention

Celebrity culture has permeated society, making headlines and paparazzi shots a part of daily life. As a result, the public’s insatiable curiosity about the personal lives of stars drives an unending interest in their romantic relationships. The allure of seemingly perfect celebrity marriages creates a compelling narrative for fans, leading to widespread media coverage and public scrutiny when things go awry. Social media platforms amplify this curiosity, with fans following every detail of their favorite celebrities’ relationships.

Divorce Statistics among Celebrities

Celebrity marriages often come under significant stress due to the demanding nature of their careers, extensive travel, and constant media attention. These factors contribute to a higher divorce rate among celebrities compared to the general population. According to studies, the divorce rate in Hollywood is nearly double that of the average American couple, hinting at the challenges faced by celebrities in maintaining long-lasting relationships.

The Perils of Fame and Relationships

Being in the public eye has its perks, but it also comes with substantial drawbacks. Celebrities often struggle to balance their private lives with the constant media intrusion. The intense scrutiny placed on their marriages and relationships can strain even the strongest unions, leading to irreconcilable differences and eventual divorces.

High-Profile Celebrity Divorces

Over the years, there have been numerous high-profile celebrity divorces that have captured the public’s attention. From Hollywood A-listers to music sensations and sports stars, no industry is immune to the challenges of maintaining a relationship in the spotlight.

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