#sparko: do not want

[subzeroiceskater]

From the original version of my 2022 Humor Valentine entry which I scrapped at the last minute ie the week before the deadline.

It's not noticeable because it's basically still doodles but the parent and child are supposed to be Advance Wars cameos.

Oh man, I don't know if I should clarify this but my original version for this line had Enker saying something else entirely. It's not really funny either so the final version saying is a weak compromise. Somehow I still remembered THAT.

RIP Yahoot...'s role. He's actually one of the most important (intentionally minor) characters in the original story but he had so little available plot/screen time that I ended up editing it to absolutely nothing in this version of the story.

who

(I really wanted Kalinka to have a really cute exercise outfit.)

Name: SPARK MAN Number: DWN 023 Alias: EL HERMANO SPARKO

I liked Spark Man okay before but working on these comics specifically made me love him, unfortunately.

IMPACT SPOTTED!!! Terry's looking up robots absolutely not allowed entry to Boing-Boing Park and unfortunately, Impact tops that list. Also, Chekov's Clown on the right.

Some cute expressions in this one. Let Terry ste--borrow the damn robots! Chekov's Ninja on the right.

What an oddly well-drawn Lyric.

WATT!

Ann!

I'm the guy who made (making?) this so I know what I feel and how I want it to feel but I'd never really know if it hits or not. From everything I've observed, probably not. Like, yeah, I want to reward the patient and careful reader, I want to trust my audience knows what's up but at the same time, how I can do that if I'm apparently just so fucking bad at it.

[3wisellamas]

Things I never noticed:  Sparko’s and Phoebe’s faces during…whatever this was.

[twostepstyless]

The H-Bomb

Fic Advent Calendar Day 12

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Author’s Note: Y/N is stuck in the queue for the post office while on the phone to Harry and considers a way to let her skip the queue

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of all and any variety is greatly appreciated - G <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“H, this is bloody awful,” Y/N’s voice crackled down the phone. Harry had just called, the pair had left the house at the same time this morning and he was surpised to see Y/N wasn’t back when he was. 

“Where are you?” Harry had the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he unclipped their dog Vinnie from his leash and began to towel dry his paws before Vinnie ran off to get some water. 

“Still in the post office, the queue is mental H,” she sighed before adding quietly, so as no one around her heard what she whispered, “and I keep letting the little old people skip me so they can collect their pension.” Harry cackled down the phone at Y/N’s overly kind nature. “It’s jus’ cold Harry and they don’t need to be hanging about in queues all day,” she justified as she waved another old dear in front of her even if it meant she had been in the post office for nearing 20 minutes

“You just let another one skip, didn’t you?” she could hear Harry’s smile down the phone. 

“…Yeah,” Y/N sighed at herself. 

“Y/N/N, the oldies are going to start a club to take the piss out of your kindness, they must think you’ve got ‘mug’ written across y’forehead,” Harry laughed, as he pottered around in the kitchen, cleaning up their mess from breakfast. 

“I can’t believe how busy it is in here,” Y/N finally moved forward a place in the queue, inching closer to the parcel sending service. 

“It’s less than two weeks until Christmas, m’heart, of course it’s busy,” Harry had tried to gently urge her to post what she needed to send earlier but she never took notice of his coaxing. 

“I know that. M’just looking for a little bit of sympathy,” Y/N had even given up on holding onto the bag that held the gifts she was sending to various family members who she wouldn’t see over the festive season, now just kicking it along the floor every time she crawled forward an inch in the monotonous queue, not even the tat they tried selling around the perimeter of the queue was keeping her entertained. 

“Sorry baby, I’m fresh out of sympathy when I tried to get you to send everything last week,” Harry snickered. 

“You’re an arsehole,” she pouted, no malice detected in her words, but the older lady she let cut her in line definitely looked over her shoulder, disapproving of Y/N’s language. “Y’know I procrastinate,” Y/N whined.

“I’m your arsehole though,” Harry tried to flirt. 

“That’s not as romantic as y’think it sounds, my love,” Y/N giggled, this time managed to push the bag forward with her shoe at least 2 feet as the queue shuffled forward. 

“D’you want me to come pick you up?” Harry asked, already reaching for a set of car keys, even if she said no, he’d still go get her, “it looks like it’s going to snow,” he peered out the kitchen window, seeing the sky swirl with heavy-looking white clouds. 

“Please,” she begged, “I think my legs would give out before I walked home after standing here for so long,” the ticking of the big, oversized clock in the post office was starting to grate on her. “Will Vinnie be alright with you leaving him?” she asked after the dog. 

“Me an’ him have just come back from a big walk round the park,” Harry went into the living room to check on the sleepy golden retriever, “the boy’s sparko, he’ll not even hear me leave,” Harry shoved his feet back in shoes he’d kicked off when he came home.

“Do you think if I drop an H-bomb, they’ll let me skip the queue?” Y/N asked, seriously. 

“Sorry? Drop an ‘H-bomb,’ what the fuck is an H-bomb?” Harry questioned, pausing by the front door. 

“If I say y’name, do you think they’ll let me skip?” she asked again, giggling.

“What?” Harry cackled, “have you done that before?” 

There was a long pause on the other end of the call.

“Y/N!” 

“It was one time, and I desperately needed the loo, I wasn’t a diva about it or anythin’ honest!” she giggled trying to explain the story, as she heard Harry laughing and muttering ‘unbelievable’ under his breath. “I just slipped it into conversation,” she finalised. 

“Well for some reason, I don’t think the pensioners in the post office care much about an H-bomb, gorgeous,” Harry laughed.

“I don’t know, I reckon you’re a hit in the care homes.” 

“Oh, hush, how far from the front are you? If I leave now, am I going to be waiting ages?” Harry questioned, trying to figure out in his head where he could park without getting a ticket for idling. 

“Not far, should be done by the time you get here, I hope,” Y/N wasn’t miles off the front now and had picked up her bag of presents to hand to the post person when she got to the window. 

“As long as y’don’t let old Wilma from 4 doors down skip you when she shuffles in,” Harry locked their front door and paused listening for any disgruntled barks from Vinnie before hearing nothing and making his way to the car. 

“Exactly,” Y/N said, with a smile evident in her tone. 

“Do hurry, there’s another package waiting for you here,” Harry said with a suggestive lilt in his voice.

“Oooh, what is it?” Y/N queried, missing the undertone to his comment.

“I’d tell you, but you’ll need to find it, it’s in m’pants,” Harry said, straight to the point, sliding his key into the ignition, foot on the clutch to start the engine.

“Harry Styles! That is vile,” she laughed loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth, realising what she had said. 

“That’ll be the H-bomb dropped then,” Harry snorted, putting his phone on speaker so he could put it down to start his drive. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, it slipped out,” Y/N said nervously as she saw some eyes turn to look at her. “Oh my god, Harry, they’ve opened another window and they’re waving me forward to go first, shit, that’s so fucking embarrassing,” she whispered-yelled down the phone as she could hear Harry’s tittering laugh come down the phone. 

“Well, m’glad you got some benefit out of the H-bomb,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” 

“Fuck off, that’s so embarrassing. Right, oh my god I need to go before I make it worse, see you in a second, gorgeous,” Y/N sighed hanging up the phone before sorting out her face to talk to the person behind the glass. 

“Hi, I’d like to send these first class, please.” 

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[theangrycomet-art]

Just give me a Job

Ok KO Let’s be Gems

Amko - Ruko= A Fidgety Gem with self-destructive habits, and Gar isn’t having it.

Prequel (sort of?) to Gar assigning Amko on a mission with Dendydot. [1] [2]

-//-

It was hard enough to get Gar to grant him a mission. His hours of asking, whining, demanding, and begging to be doing SOMETHING beyond clean up shop would have driven weaker Agate’s to their weapons to reprimand the hyperactive Amythest.

But Gar wasn’t just any Holly Blue Agate.

“For Pete’s sake Amko, pay attention!” Catching him by the coller, Amko found himself wrenched away from the Lava he’d been about to clean the swords in/ The handles bubbled beneath the surface as Gar pulled him aside, still reprimending him. “You know you can only handle Lava as Kaio!”

“R-right.” Swallowing thickly, he squeezed his fingers, blinking at the ash dusting them. “I kinda forgot that.

A weary sigh sounded off behind him as his hands were examined for damage.

“Amko.”

Man, did the floor always have this many patterns in it? He could follow the lines for hours without looking up. Particularly into reflective shades that seemed to peer at the core of your gem.

“I know your worried.” The voice was unusually soft, and his chest twinged at the blank space on his chest.

Yep. VERY fascinating floor plans. Strange how they got all fuzzy all of a sudden. Especially when he felt the far larger hands release his own and grab his shoulder.

“I’m fine.“ He muttered, voice cracking into a growl partway through. Shifting his weight, he forced himself to look up into the worried shades with an indifferent shrug. “I just forgot I couldn’t touch lava, okay. I’m fine.”

Amko didn’t apreciate the disbelief in his gaze. Setting his jaw, he waited for his lecture.

Instead, Gar simply nodded.

“Alright, I have a mission for you than.”

Head snapping up, his mouth opened, tongue loaded with questions as Gar raised a hand.

“But- it’s not a solo mission. You need be a team player on this.”

Shutting his mouth, he pressed down a scowl before nodding. Team player. Fair enough. Amko didn’t have the best history with solo missions after all. Enide was busy on a separate mission with Red Zircon and Sterling, leaving Radiquoise open. Probably busy sulking a bit about RZ hanging out with Enide for some reason.

Gar walked down the aisle ways, leaving Amko to half jog behind him.

“One of our Techies need help accessing the old communications tower to ensure that it’s functioning properly. While we don’t want the Diamond’s eavesdropping on us-“ Gar took a moment to compose himself- adjusting his tie irritably at the thought of his former superiors. “we still need to be able to communicate amongst ourselves. You’ve got to make sure the area’s safe enough to do their thing uninterrupted. Got it?”

“Yep- nerd protection duty.” He nodded solemnly, cracking a small grin at his exasperated frown. “So, who am I babysitting? Radiquoise?”

Reaching into his pocket, the agate pulled out the gem in question.

“Got poofed about 15 minutes ago.”

“What?”

“The pepple’s lucky he’s not shattered.” Tone a dry mix of stirred unimpressed frustration, Gar gently placed the turquoise in his cubby and tucking it in a blanket. “According to Calcium, Petrified Wood bet he couldn’t juggle 5 laser swords at one time.”

“But he can’t juggle- nevermind.” He changed subjects at the warning look. “So, Sparko than?”

“Still undercover as Brass.”

“Oh.” Furrowing his brow, he scraped the recesses of his minds for names and faces. That had always been more Ruko’s thing. He was the social butterfly, where Amko was the sarcastic moth. though to be fair, the amount of people Kaio knew wasn’t exactly easy to keep track of.

“Jethro, than?” Amko asked, palms to the ceiling as he gestured for a clue. “Is he back in town?”

“No.” Face schooled into careful neutrality, Gar ;ed him to the parking lot. “You’ll be working with Dendydot.”

Amko’s feet came to a record stop, spine straight as a ruler as he stiffened.

“What?”

“I said, ‘You’ll be workin-”

“I HEARD what you said!” Amko snapped, shrinking back as he remembered he was talking to. Twisting his vanbraces by the spikes, he continued awkwardly. “Er, sir. But, you do understand our... history.”

“Yes, but both of you have changed since then.”

“Somehow i doubt that.” Glaring at the now obvious vehicle, his eyes twitched before turning his gaze back to the shades above him. Scrunched in sympathy, Gar squeezed his shoulder, the pressure stabilizing against the hot fury seeping from his gem.

“I wouldn’t ask this of you if I thought she hadn’t,” Gar’s look turned pointed. “or that you were unable to handle it.”

“I’m not fresh out of the kindergarten.” he muttered, refusing to look at him as shot a nasty look over his shoulder, shrugging off the blue hand encompassing it.

[ask-smokescreen]

Smokey.. if you had a sparkoing with anyone who would it be? Im thinkin op but ratchet already has him honey

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WHAT

I don’t want to have a sparkling with Optimus! I can’t do that, anyway.

...

To be honest, I’ve never thought about it! I guess I’d do it with any partners that were down for it if I was, as well?

My first instincts are to be like “Knock Out!” But I don’t know if he’d actually be a good sire.

[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 2a- Training

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

READ THIS PART BEFORE PART 2B 😊👍🏼

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******

Madeleine stumbled out the bathroom, after doing her usual party trick. Feeling high, she felt good in herself. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself- she was addicted.

“Enjoying powdering your nose Mrs Rhys?” Olivia narrowed her eyes at the mess of a woman stood in front of her

“Enjoying stalking my every move Mrs Rhys? Sad little life you lead...”

“We all know what you’re like Maddy! I’m not sad. If only Leo loved you... I kind of feel sorry for you- NOT!”

“Maybe you should try ‘powdering your nose’ one day- it might prevent that resting bitch expression you seem to wear constantly. You’re just jealous Liv- jealous that you can’t get dick like I can, jealous that you aren’t married to the captain...Poor little Livvy. Where is your husband anyway?”

Olivia gave Madeleine dagger eyes, not wanting to allow her have the last word in this spat- but the woman was talking sense. She hadn’t seen Liam for while, or Leo or Drake for that matter.

*****

Riley ran into the ballroom, the room was spinning- feeling like she was suffocating she had to remove herself from the scenario. Feeling paranoid that everyone was staring, she tried to conceal her feelings as she needed to sneak out. Sending a quick text to Constantine and Bertrand- she couldn’t bear facing everyone.

‘Thank you for the invite- it’s been a lovely night. I’ll see you at training tomorrow.. Ri x’

Lovely what the fuck why would you write that- it’s been eventful to say the least.

As she was texting, she wasn’t paying attention as to where she was walking.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz. Please forgive me ladies.”

Before Olivia or Madeleine could respond- Riley swiftly exited the room, not looking back. They then both turned their heads and saw Liam come from near the veranda straightening his tie, breathing heavy. Shortly after, Leo followed from the same direction pulling his zip up- with a smirk as if he won the jackpot. Five minutes after Drake returned into the room providing a melancholy gaze, sorrow in his eyes.

The two wives looked at each other- both knowing something odd was going on. Neither had the opportunity to speak to Riley tonight- but after witnessing her attitude and the men’s reactions shortly after- they both agreed on something for the first time in their life’s.

“Ladies night- later this week!” They both said in unison. ‘Ladies night’ was a night that the Wags would organise- a night together without the men to receive gossip or interrogate each other about something.

*****

The night had ended, everyone headed outside to where a line of taxis were waiting provided for by the club. Going their separate ways, they each returned to their homes.

Olivia and Liam arrived home, he had been unusually quiet. Entering their bedroom, Olivia seductively made a move on her husband- which he declined. Olivia eyed her husband with confusion- no matter how drunk he was they would still have special time together.

“Not tonight Liv, I’m tired. And I’ve got training tomorrow. Love you.”

Olivia didn’t respond. Her mind was working overtime- paranoid that her brother in laws bad influence was rubbing on to Liam. She sighed, as she got into bed- Liam was already sparko.

*****

Leo walked through his front door- well attempted to walk. Madeleine pushed her way passed him. Throwing her Louboutin shoes off- not caring that they cost Leo a fortune.

“I’m surprised you managed to come home for once Leo! Did she reject you? Not surprised - she would need a magnifying glass to see what’s in your pants! Goodnight darling.”

“As a matter of fact, I had the best kiss ever! Better than kissing a slapped arse like you.... goodnight wifey. Sweet dreams....”

*****

Maxwell had offered to take Drake home once Constantine had finished his announcement. However the drinks kept flowing and Drake let his hair down. Mainly standing in the corner people watching.

His head was spinning as he returned home, he thanked Maxwell for the offer- but he just wanted to jump in bed and sleep off the alcohol before training the following morning.

Opening his door, he saw Kiara in lingerie waiting for his return. Shaking his head he couldn’t forgive her for not attending so she definitely wasn’t having sex from him.

“You’re home late...” she said seductively, roaming her hands over his body.

“I’m surprised you’re even here. How was work?” He snapped back- imagining her nose to grow like Pinocchio.

“How was the party?”

“Why did you ignore my question? It was the usual- Leo drunk and trying it on with anything with a pulse! Savannah was intoxicated. Maddy spent half the night in the bathroom, when she wasn’t there she was spitting insults towards Liv... you’d have known if you had bothered to come! But no you don’t care! It’s all about you isn’t it Ki?”

“Drake please...”

“No kiara! I’m fed up of you, of this, of us.... I want you to leave!”

“It’s just the booze... come to bed baby.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight Kiara.”

*****

Riley had a quick shower when she returned to her flat, pulling her hair into a lose bun she observed the paperwork she had prepared for the men.

Setting an alarm on her phone, she was about to place it on the bedside table before it began to buzz.

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me- I just had to get your number from Bertrand. I can still smell you on me- I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I’m sorry that it was impromptu- it felt right. I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. 😞

You need to stop thinking about it. Everyone was drunk. It was a drunk stupid moment. I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. We will never have a friendship- for the next nine months all we have is a professional relationship. Goodnight!👋🏼

So it meant nothing to you then? Nothing at all?🤔

It meant nothing. Please don’t text me back. See you at training.⚽️

Lie to me. Lie to yourself. But there was a spark there. We need to talk about it. See you tomorrow 😘

Riley ignored the last text, she felt like she had to block the number but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

*****

Riley met Bertrand on the pitch the following day, her head was still spinning- she was hoping that she wasn’t the only one with a lingering hangover.

“What is that monstrosity that you are drinking?” Bertrand frowned at her and spoke to her with disgust in his tone of voice.

“Hangover cure, Mr Beaumont... kale, celery, apple, avocado, ginger and lemon. It surprisingly works a treat- once it kicks in.”

“With all due respect Riley, it looks like my wife’s sick this morning.”

“She was that bad huh?” At least I wasn’t the only one, she thought.

“Yes. She’s what you would call a lightweight. Did he text you by the way? He said you left your bank card. I wouldn’t usually give people’s numbers out.....”

Riley showed a perplexed expression, then realised that was the excuse to gain her number. Opening her mouth ready to explain that it was a misunderstanding she was interrupted by the man she kissed.

“Yes, I did text her... Here’s your card, Riley.”

Riley shook her head, what a shit excuse to get my number...

“Just pretend and give me it back after training” he whispered.

“Won’t your significant other half need your credit card to go on a shopping spree?” She whispered back before using her usual tone of voice.

“Thank you. Whilst you’re here- fill this form out for me please.”

Bertrand walked away to prepare the training equipment, and also organised the water bottles to be prepared for the men. Riley was going to help him but was pulled back. He grabbed her wrist forcing her to look at him.

“You can’t avoid me. We need to talk.”

“As I said to you, there’s nothing to talk about. You need to go inside and get ready for training.”

He removed his top, smirking at her as he discarded it on the floor.

“It’s a sunny day.. might as well get a head start before the lads arrive...”

Riley couldn’t help but admire his muscled and ripped body before shaking her head and making her way towards the dressing room. He’s taken, I’m married- you are here work Riley Brooks.

******

Once the men had all arrived for training, the atmosphere in the dressing room was quiet and slightly morbid due to everyone suffering with their hangovers. Bertrand allowed Riley in the room once all the men were dressed, she gave them each a medical form and pen.

After reviewing the forms, the men were generally all fit and well. Luckily for her there were no major injuries that had occurred last season.

“Gentlemen, i don’t know how your old physio worked with you, but I’d like you to follow two procedures known as PRICE and HARM if an injury occurs. Please read through these leaflets. Please play nice. Wear the correct footwear, always warm up and warm down properly. If you are in any pain during training or a match please don’t continue playing, please come to one of us for advise. Rest is an important factor as well as a balanced diet. Keep hydrated at all times! Mr Beaumont, I’ll let you continue... Please don’t make too much work for me!” She laughed, and the men chuckled back.

“You heard the lady, gentleman. We need to kick start the season off with 3 points. No prancing about like women. Let’s go and all give it your best.”

******

The men completed training for the day, Riley felt that they weren’t concentrating as they should be. Every so often, Leo, Liam and Drake would come upto her for a drink of water. Each one of them attempted to talk to her- she felt ignorant but they didn’t have time for ‘chit chat’. They had their first match in a few days.

Once the training had ended, Leo made his way over to Riley and Bertrand who were filling out paper work- he could win an Oscar for the way he was acting with his fake limp.

“Riley, my leg hurts. Could you massage it for me?” Providing her with a pet lip and a wink, Riley just raised her eyebrows.

“You are fine. And for the record- you need to trust your team mates and allow them to help you. You are a team- it’s not the Leo Rhys show. You are going to gain an injury by not allowing them to score too!”

“Would that be such a bad thing gaining an injury? I’d have your hands all over me.”

“You’re gross you know that? And yes it would be a bad thing for your wife if you can’t play ever again.”

“Fuck her....”

“Fuck who?” Liam asked, walking into the middle of a conversation.

“My beautiful wife- your sister in law.” He shuddered as he said this- He detested her, he wanted a divorce but his father advised him not to. Drake joined the two brothers as they insulted their wives, before providing his own two-penneth.

“Madeleine is beautiful, maybe? But she’s a devil in disguise. Like all the women here.”

“I’ll leave you three to criticise us women alone. I need to go, Leo remember what I said- you’re all a team. See ya.”

“Is she okay? What did you do to her Leo?” Liam concerned with his brothers past interactions with women- they either fell at his knees or ran away. Exactly what Riley had just done. Liam didn’t understand why but he was constantly thinking about the newbie- most likely had similar thoughts to his brother. But he respected Olivia - even though these thoughts lingered throughout his mind, he loved his wife. Maybe Riley was just that lust feeling.

“I did nothing- I asked for a massage, she refused. I will get her one of these days, I’ll make her mine just you two watch!”

Leo left the men, with an overconfident stroll. His thought remained on Riley. Constantly thinking of how to claim her as his. He was a player - no pun intended, but he often thought if he found the right person his attitude may change and he could eventually settle down.

“So Drake, Just you and I... Are you going to Max’s later? If so, will Kiara be attending?”

“No, I’m going to give it a miss. And no she’s.....”

“Working?” They both said in unison- Liam laughed, Drake meanwhile wanted to kill him for making his love life look like a laughing stock.

“It’ll be a good night, I wonder what Riley will think of a Beaumont bash. She’s either going to love them or hate them. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Drake nodded. He didn’t actually know what Kiara had planned for the night as he slept on the couch- his sleeping beauty was still asleep when he left for training. Just having Riley’s name mentioned, made him think about her. And quite possibly change his mind about attending the younger Beaumont’s party.

*****

Some of the friends arrived at Maxwell’s house, he had prepared a music Masterlist, placed far too much glitter around everywhere and in everything- please don’t choke on the glitter.

Max, Hana, Bertrand, Savannah, Leo, Liam and Drake all were socialising. Drake offered to go and put his nephew to bed. He was a fantastic uncle and loved his nephew to the moon and back- unconditional love. Bartie fell asleep instantly in his uncles arms- looking down at the young boy he wished he had what Savannah and Bertrand had- a loving family.

“So where are all the wives then?” Maxwell questioned, aiming the question towards Leo Liam and Drake as he re-entered the room.

“Well for a start I’m not married, Maxwell. And I never will be.”

“To answer your question Max, Olivia is out with her aunt.”

“And maddy... she could be dead in a ditch for all I care.”

Before Maxwell could answer, Bertrand’s phone rung.

“Hi Riley. What’s up?”

“Erm, could you put Maxwell on the phone please?”

Bertrand gave Max the phone, Max in his drunk mind put her on loud speaker - unknowingly to her.

“Hi gorgeous. What’s up? What time are you coming? Hana and Savannah can’t wait to see you.”

“I’m really sorry I’m not coming....”

Riley hung up, Maxwell grabbed Hana and rung a taxi- asking Bertrand for her address they both got in the taxi hoping to persuade her to reconsider. The others looked bewildered as the two of them ran out of the house. Leo, Liam and Drake all deep down were heartbroken that she wasn’t coming but at the same were concerned after hearing her cry.

******

The two friends banged on her door, hoping she would answer. They didn’t like to see anyone upset- and as a team they were supposed to look after each other.

Riley got out of bed, leaving the half a bar of chocolate on the side- whenever she was upset she turned to chocolate, she had a sweet tooth.

“Max? Hana?”

“What’s up? You’ve been crying.” Maxwell stating the obvious, pulled her into a tight hug. Wiping the mascara and tears away from her face she now didn’t mimic a panda.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood to party... Come in for a quick drink? I don’t want to keep you from everyone...”

Maxwell and Hana followed her inside, noticing Bridget Jones on the tv, a large glass of wine, and a shit ton of chocolate wrappers and Riley’s wedding rings on the table.

“So.... I had a phone call today after training. My husband is refusing to sign the divorce papers...”

“Even more of a reason to drink with friends then... pack a bag you can stay at mine for a few nights...”

Riley sat on her leather couch, head in her hands. Usually she was the strong independent woman even after all the shit her husband put her through.

“What happened with your marriage Riley? You don’t have to tell us but we can help.” Hana asked softly, providing a comforting arm.

“Xavier- my estranged husband is the Spanish version of Leo... humiliated me, slept around, flirted with women in front of me. He became injured- and never played for the premier league again. After that he became paranoid that I was around his colleagues too much. He abused me. Emotionally and physically. And now the son of a bitch won’t divorce me. I came here to start a fresh. I didn’t want another relationship, he has put me off for life...but....”

“But what?” Maxwell’s eyebrows perked up, awaiting for some gossip.

“At the party, someone kissed me. I was so angry at myself for losing the will power. I feel guilty. Your brother gave him my number- I want to block him. But I can’t. I don’t think I can do this or stay here.”

“Get your things! You’re coming back to mine. You are staying with us. It’ll be fun - sleepovers, eating more chocolate than you have done tonight, I have wine lots of wine. You are not leaving. You don’t have to tell us who you kissed... that is your business. Between you two.”

[the-griffin-green-blakes]

Happy bfsn babes!!!!!

Tagged by @lameblake @eyessharpweaponshot @probably-voldemort @mycaptainbellarke and @keiraknighted thanks so much ❤️❤️❤️

All I ever do is work so I have no fun life updates. I’m so boring that I’m still using pictures from Brazil for bfsn three weeks later 😂 the pup asleep on the couch with me is the stray that decided to adopt us for the week while we were there. Someone gave my friend the right to name him which was the dumbest decision ever bc she named him Sparko but whatever, he more than made up for it in cuteness

CANT FUCKIN WAIT for this episode tonight, I am practically vibrating with excitement!!!!!! It’s gonna be amazeballs y’all

I’m only tagging @a-bit-old-school bc I am Tired and I have seen just about everyone else on my list tagged at this point. If you haven’t been tagged and want to be let me know!!! Stay happy my dudes 💕

[horizontalsplash]

We Are Heroes: A Commentary and Review

The theme song was great, as usual.

KO, Rad, and Enid are going on hero missions now, and they keep having to fight a dragon. KO is in conflict because he’s not used to doing hero work and just wants to have a break. He also isn’t sure if he’s contributing enough to the team. Eventually the dragon comes back and KO figures out that it just wants glorbs. Rad and Enid point out that he has empathy as another skill to help the team.

I love the speckled backgrounds. Looks neat and helps with contrast.

Things I noticed:

KO looks like he’s much more in tune with TKO in this episode and that. Hurts. My feelings. Why must you do this.

The bodega got new employees! Probably won’t get development on the ones we don’t know, but still important.

KO now has a higher power level than Sparko. And Enid and Rad at the beginning of the series. How am I supposed to feel about this.

Rating: 10/10. Good introductory episode that actually left enough time to read the character summaries. Noice.

Number of holes in roof: 1. Just because it’s a car doesn’t mean it’s not a roof.

[painted-leap]

Wanted to do some shippy doodles so I brainstormed ships I could use with poses I have saved. Somehow thought of Knockout and Sparkside (Now dubbed SparKO), and instantly fell in love with it XD. Two racers who love sass and care about their appearances (Though to very different levels). Then I thought about Sparky comforting Knockout post-Breakdown, and THEN I thought about KO worrying about him during the time skip when the Autobots scatter, and he hasn’t shown up to their usual racing area for a long time. And they finally meet up again and Sparky has changed his frame color to hide and they have a moment of ‘we match’. 

TL;DR: I have a new ship and even less self-control. And need more sleep. :P

[fleur-de-leap]

Bio: Sparkside

[idkwhoiamanymorebutwtf]

Ok ko and souls

Souls. They're a thing. Basically like glorbs except purple. We've only ever seen them once in the short Enid's Bad Day. Yknow, the one where Enid stole and ate the souls of everyone in the bodega? Yeah, that one. That sparked a theory in me. What if souls are the main source of people's powers? I mean...we don't really have any explaination for the powers all heros and villains posess, but think about it. When Enid stole everyone's souls, why didn't they try and stop her? Use their power moves? I know at least half the people in there were around Enid's level! What if it's becauss without their souls they didn't have the ability to?

Now, the description of souls as "purple glorbs" becomes more relevant when you consider this theory. Souls give power. But what else does? What powers machines such as the sentient boxmore bots or the op, world bending hack pack? What caused Fink's turbo transformation and allowed the Point Prep students to power up? Glorbs? And though Glorbs are a teal color, the energy associated with them is often purple.

So what if Souls and Glorbs are the same thing? They're similar enough. I believe that as time goes on, though, they become less and less stable. Bright purple in-the-body souls grant sentience, keep a hero strong, and is the source of their power. Now, once the soul is gone from the body, a person clearly keeps their sentience. But not their powers. As the soul gets weaker it turns a more blue color. These glorbs can grant sentience still, and are the kind kept in the Boxmore robots. And I believe they're the reason Tko is both as strong as he is, and as much of an actual person as he is. Up until the episode You're In Control, Tko is seen as two things, depending on who you are. Some uncontrollable, almost inhumane ball of rage who wants nothing more than to see people hurt, or an extension of the negative emotions of Ko. Just Ko's emo phase. At the end of You're In Control, though, Tko does something out of character for either of those descriptions. He gives in. He makes a trade with Ko. If he was just a malicious ball of rage, he wouldn't yield to Ko's demands, and if he were just an extension of Ko, then he wouldn't have any demands of his own outside of something Ko may feel. And I don't think Ko wanted that punching bag. After that, Tko became more of a person with his own thoughts and feelings and opinions. And what happened in that episode? You may not remember this. But Tko swallowed some glorbs.

I think that Glorbs/souls, being part of the body, works like anything else produced by the body. For example, think of it like white blood cells. If you have a healthy amount of them, then upping the production or adding more will have negative side affects. Elodie, Sparko, and Fink all had one healthy soul in their bodies, and so when they got an extra one, it caused them physical side affects. The crash we see when the power high glorbs cause wears off, such as how Sparko ended up on the ground, clearly disoriented, or how Fink collapsed in Venomous's arms after her power high. Meanwhile if you're in need of power or sentience, the glorbs will react positively. Like a blood transfusion. Ko swallowed the glorbs and it gave Tko conciousness. The robots have sentience and power because they're powered by glorbs, aka souls.

I think, as I said before, that souls get weaker with time. I believe that when a soul is completely faded of it's energy, the physical body finally deteriorates. And I think that when a persons soul is completely gone they turn into gloops. Gloops are similar to the gem shards in steven universe. Always looking for the missing pieces of themselves and destroying anything in it's path to get to it. I also believe that's why the only instance of a gloop causing physical harm to someone in a way that isn't just consuming whatevers nearby, is in the episode Do You Have Any More In The Back?. Because if you recall, a gloop shot some sort of shock at Enid when she tried to touch it. She has the power to steal and eat souls. It would have seen that as a threat. How couldn't it?!?

And I've always wondered why Shadowy Figure wanted Ko instead of Enid or even Rad. Rad would have been dumb enough to help Shadowy Figure get access to those glorbs, and Enid certainly would of had the initiative to go down to the tree and the power to break the seal on the room. They'd both cause damage more effectively too if they went on a Tko style rampage.

Now, at first I thought maybe it was because of Enid's power over souls. If she figured out his plan, she could effectively and easily keep them from him. But he wouldn't know that. I mean...the only reason he knows so much about Ko is because he's most likely actually Laser Blast.

But then I realised. He needed a Tko style rampage in order for his whole plan to work. And he wouldn't be able to do quite that in Rad or Enid. Because Tko had always been inside of Ko. And that's not normal. There was a little piece of corrupt energy inside of Ko all along. And it doesn't make sense why. I mean...Ko just being special for the sake of it doesn't cut it in my eyes, idk about you.

What if it has to do with those weird orb thingys from that unknown villain? What if they can take souls? I believe that this orb takes the souls of whoever touches it, corrupts the soul, and spits it back out in pieces. So if you were nearby, it could potentially make you more powerful or morw evil. And who waa in that room?

Laser Blast, who I theorize faked his own death and stole a ton of the orb things? Foxtail, whose clearly a villain? Carol, who goes into the woods and becomes some feral creature occasionally? And of course, since Carol was pregnant, there's Ko, who had an evil, unordinarily powerfull alter ego inside of him all along.

And maybe that's why Shadowy Figure looks so different from Laser blast. The orb got him. He has no power anymore and as the power from his soul fades his body is changing as well. He needs glorbs, aka souls, and he needs them now.

So the big question is; who's this big mystery villain that caused all of this? I'll be trying to figure that out. I'll be skimming though things that happen in the future, aka looking at that big war Red action was part of. I'll be looking at Boxman and Professor Venomous because as much as I don't think they actually have anything to do with Shadowy Figure or Point or any of that, they have something to do with glorbs as well, and so their info can be usefull. I'll be paying attention to why Gar and Carol were attacked by that "destroy point" one eyed rock thing recently, because maybe they did something slightly beforehand that'll give us some insight. I'll be thinking about why Gar built his store where he did, of course. Idk, let me know if you make any connections or find anything wrong with my theory. I'd fucking love to hear feedback, no lie.

[imasonspoorlywrittenreviews-blog]

Little T Road Rage Review- Mason's illiterate music reviews

In the past few months, the Blackpool music scene has gotten a new-found lease of life with the likes of Afghan Dan, Sophie Aspin and 7k Tha God spitting fresh fire on the Blackpool Grime Media YouTube channel.  

But recently a twelve-year-old boy dropped his debut single Road Rage, since then the name Little T terrifies any wannabe MC's; like a rude, unapologetic, rapping Voldemort

At first, everything seems innocent with the video starting with the trademark BGmedia intro montage of young children holding bottles of cheap alcohopop (clearly stolen from their mum's drinks cupboard) and the words "big up Jack Wilkinson on the cam" pasted across the screen in comic sans. The camera then cuts to a young boy with browny blonde hair in a North Face jacket standing in front of a brick wall. This is where most people get lulled into a false sense of security. The song starts with the now infamous bar " Yo, yeah start the bifta (meaning marijuana) I'm gonna rape your little sister (which is self-explanatory)

This line perfectly sets the tone for the rest of the song; it's childish crude and careless; but also incredibly smart. Little T knows how young he is and how he would be perceived by an unknowing audience and plays on this by being as offensive and adult as he can be. He is being offensive on purpose to get a reaction and to gain YouTube revenue, this young child is making money by doing something he loves and I believe that's oddly inspiring.

Apart from it being offensive the reason most people are opposed to this song because it's "made by a child" you know what else was made by a child? Mozart's Allegro in C, and Little T made these bars up on the spot, Mozart spent months composing that song, and it was only ten seconds long (amateur)

The song carries on with Little T dissing other MC's and people he knows. Some of his bars are incredibly underdeveloped; such as lines like,  "Marco you will get sparko (all good so far) your mum's on crack (still good) you look like your mum's mac" (and there the bar falls apart). However, he also says some strong memorable lines like "I am twelve it's my time to shine, shut your mouth or I'll break your mum's spine."

The song has a fast-paced groovy beat playing in the background that could get anyone dancing, even when there is a break in the Little T's magical lyrics. The beat was put into the song after the Lyrics were recorded which means you get a better level of audio quality. Most young grime artists play their beat off their phone speaker which ruins the audio quality.

But despite all of my praising this song does have a lot of flaws; it's not the kind of song you would ever expect to hear on the radio anytime soon. However it doesn’t want to be played on the radio, Road Rage is supposed to be a cult YouTube video, and that’s exactly what it will always be; It definitely comes under the category of a guilty pleasure. I hope this song has given Little T enough money to buy himself something nice, maybe a scooter.

[3wisellamas]

Because literally no one else is ever going to make content for this tiny ship, here’s some Sparrell headcanons.

Deal with it.

-During that brief period where Darrell was working at the bodega he would have felt very out of place, having never really had anyone around that wasn't him or his siblings, and tried to get to know his new coworkers and establish himself ASAP.  Sparko ended up basically being his first ever friend, being one of the few other employees there who hadn't fought and destroyed him in the past, and he especially loved hearing him talk about his school -- not just POINT Prep, but school in general, since that's something that Darrell never got to experience at all, and would be pretty curious about.  And from there they kind of bonded over gossiping about / trash-talking some of Sparko's old hero classmates, like, say, Elodie.

-And on the other hand, I kinda feel like, after getting manipulated (and drugged, let's not sugarcoat it) by POINT and becoming disillusioned on the whole "fancy-pants hero" lifestyle, Sparko would return to Lakewood a little lost, and really looking for a fresh perspective -- suddenly having a straight-up villain around to talk to, and one who's weirdly friendly and genuinely interested in what he has to say, would be a pretty big deal.  He really gets into Darrell's own stories about how fun it is fighting heroes and doing petty evil, and the ones about his big, crazy, complicated, yet loving and ridiculously supportive robot family (he missed his a lot while at PP!)

-Even after the whole reset thing, they both stay in touch as slightly more neutrally-aligned pals, and meet up to chat whenever they can, until they realize their meetings have somehow accidentally turned into dates!

-They are both a TERRIBLE influence on each other.  Sparko's parents and coworkers are very concerned that he's started littering, and wasting water, and even doing the occasional petty vandalism alongside his boyfriend.  And Darrell's family is shocked to find out that he's actually donated (!!) to a charity (!!!!), and has even been doing a few other minor good deeds when he's with Sparko, like cleaning up after said vandalism.

-Darrell's a robot powered by electricity, and Sparko's basically a living lightning bolt.  Think about that for a second.  Their kisses are electrifying, to say the least.  

-They can even boost each others' powers a little via kissing (or just whenever they want, but you know they'd be total dorks about it  ;v; ).  Sparko can easily inject some of his own energy into Darrell's electrical systems to overcharge him (with the side effect of making him super-affectionate just a bonus in this case), and Darrell's figured out how to let some of his glorb's energy leak out into Sparko, resulting in...you know.

-Sparko is FASCINATED by Darrell's brain.  He'll often watch it closely, trying to see if he can catch some of his thoughts forming.  (Darrell doesn't have the heart to tell him it's actually just chewing gum...)

-Together they're good enough to reliably beat Raymond in megafootball!

-Sparko's family loves and accepts Darrell right away, even though his parents aren't so big on his villain lifestyle (they're really worried their son is being "corrupted" into a villain himself).  However, Sparko is TERRIFIED when it's time to meet Lord Boxman.  He's seen the daily plaza attacks, heard his friends' stories about him, knows that he's an extremely dangerous level -10 supervillain who HATES heroes and friendship and love.  He's not prepared at all when the guy turns out to be in the middle of a self-improvement journey, trying to support his kids' decisions and reconnecting with his own hero friend, and accepts him into the family and asks him to call him Dad right away.  It takes several hours for Sparko.exe to start working again...

-Surprisingly, the person who DOES have a major problem with them being together is Shannon -- she didn't get to have a boyfriend, and in fact Darrell was one of the ones so against her being in love with Rad, so why does he get to have one instead?!  But, she starts to warm up to it when she realizes that they do genuinely care about each other, as friends in addition to boyfriends, and that Darrell isn't glitching like she was (at least, not always, with all the sparks literally flying).  She still pranks the shit out of them on their dates, though.

-Since the two tend to be nervous wrecks, they eventually start to pick up on each other's signs that they're about to panic, or situations that make the other anxious, and can help them get through it.  Of course, this doesn't really work when they BOTH have panic attacks at the same time...

-And particularly when Sparko's anxious over exams, Darrell tries to help him study (as best he can, anyway, since he almost never understands the material), brings lots of snacks, reminds him that he probably won't be expelled for one bad grade, etc.  Though he didn't really need much help in that area, his grades definitely improve!

-Likewise, when Darrell moves out to start his farm, Sparko visits him a lot, bringing groceries from the bodega or parts from Boxmore for whatever needs repairs at the moment, and basically keeps him connected to LPT and Boxmore and makes moving so far away from home a little easier.  He's learned a few tinkering skills from his boyfriend, as well as how to operate a tractor, but when it comes to actually planting and growing things he prefers to just watch Darrell work from a distance.

-Darrell actually learned how to cook, so that Sparko didn't have to just get takeout whenever he visited!  He even packs him lunches and sends him lots of vegetables from his farm, after learning those are supposedly good for non-robotic lifeforms.

-He also totally made Sparko a cowboy costume, to match his.  He doesn't understand the cowboy thing at all, but hey, if it makes Darrell happy he'll wear it, though only around Darrell Acres.

-He also does NOT get the hivemind thing at first, and whenever they're hanging out at Boxmore together he gets a little uncomfortable when there's like four or five other Darrells in the room.  He eventually figures out how it all works, but still tends to keep a tight grip on HIS Darrell's hand near the factory floors so he doesn't lose him.  

-Oddly enough, though, he's perfectly fine with Big Darrells.  Sparko finds nothing more satisfying than riding on his level -100 giant robot boyfriend's shoulder while he's smashing the shit out of some rando that gave them lip for being a hero/villain couple.  He even loses an entire hero level from cheering him on!

-They both snack on batteries.  Sometimes there's arguments about whether small but sweet AAAs are tastier than big, juicy 9-volts, though both definitely agree that CR2032s are a delicacy.

-Darrell helped pay for a decent portion of Sparko's college tuition, with some of the profits from his farm.  And at his boyfriend's insistence, he's taken a few business courses at the local community college as well (even if he didn't really need them).

-Later on, Sparko LOVES Robbie and Sara, and tries his best to be a good stepdad/uncle/whatever to them whenever they visit Darrell Acres.

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

3rd May 2017

Steve had work starting at 0730 so he was up and out by 0630. My alarm went off at 0800 for my interview with Rebecca. Fingers and toes crossed. I got up and showered straight away. Hair wash day (worst). I got myself ready, white shirt - black trousers. I was done by 1000 giving me half an hour to have breakfast even though that wasn’t in the plan. I went downstairs and had fruit with yoghurt.

Rebecca’s office was 140 William Street. It was about a ten minute walk away from my hostel. I left at 1030 just in case I got lost, which happens often. My interview was at 1100 but I arrived around 1045/1050. The building was absolutely massive. It looked like something you’d find in Canary Wharf. I had to go to level 39 in one of the 10+ lifts… My ears popped on the way up. I was sat in an office with 1 table and 4 chairs, nothing else. The 3 walls were plain and there wasn’t any colour. The 4th “wall” wasn’t a wall at all - it was a window. The window wasn’t your average UK kitchen window, it was the height and width of the room. The whole space was looking out across the city of Melbourne and it was one of the most spectacular views I’ve ever seen. There was a slight glimpse of the sunrise still in the clouds. I took some photos as I was sitting on my own for 10 minutes.

I had my interview with Rebecca which lasted about 15 minutes. She told me she doesn’t have any work for me yet… What was the point of bringing me in? I feel like this has been a trip of false hope! She has to wait for two references to come back before she can send me out for work anyway. My first reference will take ages because it’s not exactly a quiet job… My second is the hotel that I’ve not worked at for over 2 years, it was casual and they probably won’t even reply. Rebecca said they don’t accept emails that aren’t business emails. My old manager said she’d happily send a reference off straight away but because it’s a personal email, she said no. What a nightmare.

I strolled around on my way back to the hostel. I realised that we haven’t really ventured out all that far yet. Even though my interview was 10 minutes away, I’d never seen that part of the CBD before.

I got back and changed into comfortable clothing. I went downstairs, made a cup of tea and applied for loads more jobs. I was absolutely dreading the thought of going back to the call centre tomorrow. I would rather boil my head but money is money so looks like my alarm will be on for 0700.

I made some lunch around 1400 and sat on my own thinking about what to do. I want to move to Cairns where the sun is but there’s no chance of either of us getting work up there unless it’s farming. I decided to text Emma’s old manager to see whether there was farm work available any time soon. She replied straight away saying not until July time. Great. Ages away! How rubbish. We could look for another farm but it’s so risky. A lot of the time, they’re scams and/or not guaranteed work. Most people waste about £1000 trying to find farm work and I can’t risk that, especially as we don’t want our second year.

I collected clean sheets from reception and changed mine and Steve’s bed. Changing bunk bed sheets is an absolute workout. There’s now two empty beds in our room for new roommates. Bristol guy checked out today so I might get some sleep without listening to the door slamming in my ear or the wall shaking.

By 1600, Steve was home. He got showered and we chilled for a bit. We didn’t go downstairs to make dinner until 1830. We made a chilli/bolognese type dinner, using up whatever we had. We made enough for us both to have lunch tomorrow. Must. Remember. Forks.

We sat with Becky and Sophie chatting until 0800. It was movie night and ‘The Accountant’ was showing. It’s meant to be a really good film but I wasn’t up to it. Steve and I went upstairs to chill out. Steve’s feet are killing him at the moment, being stood up in steel-toe cap boots all day long. His hands are hurting too because he’s on a demolition job. He gets paid like 50c more an hour rather than removals which is better than nothing. He’s using a jackhammer which vibrates his fractured wrist that he never gave a chance to heal… His own fault, no sympathy! Dan doesn’t have experience in construction so he can only be sent to removal jobs. He hasn’t had any work the last two days.

I got into the shower again at 2030 due to boredom… Steve was reading his book, the wifi wasn’t working and I didn’t want to sit about thinking of work tomorrow. I can’t express how much I’m dreading it. I’ve never wanted to not do something so much in my life. Steve told me not to go but I wouldn’t be doing anything except sitting there in the hostel on my own. I might as well be sitting there, being abused and getting paid for it…

2200, Steve’s sparko and I’m counting down the minutes until I’ve got to go back to prison.

I think I’d actually rather go to real prison.

[thisisstillme]

Hangry Lady

Monday 20th May
The husband got in about 1 acknowledged his return and went straight back to sleep.
I wake up about 9:30, consider going down for breakfast but I can’t be bothered to move, the husband is still sparko so I start reading. I’m reading The disappeared by Sibel Hodges which is very much like the program the widow, only better.
I start to get hungry and want to get the husband up and about before I get hangry. I start of gently mentioning that I’m hungry, should we go to Colin’s bar for lunch? He agrees and carries on faffing around with his phone. I get in the shower in the hope that the dithering will be over when I’m out, no such luck. I drop hints about him getting in the shower, my frustration mounting at an alarming rate. He knows how hangry I get! I show him a funny meme on Facebook about a girl being hangry, he laughs, I tell him it’s a hint. He gets up. FINALLY! Then he goes and stands at the balcony and is “enjoying the view” and starts talking about if you go straight you would hit the South Pole, he needs to check on his phone to find out. I finally lose it and shout at him, he’s now in the bathroom and he better hurry up! He’s out now and messing about on his phone I feel like screaming.
I’m fed and watered feeling much calmer, the beast has been tamed and the husband shall live to see another day. We managed to get a much sought after cabana, there aren’t many and they all get taken really early so I felt like I’ve achieved something.
Managed to get a nice selection of fruit for Fred and we’re currently on the balcony (me & Fred) I’ve got my glass of Rose and him with his cherry, slice of pineapple & a slice of orange, we’re having a great time.
We are off to the steak restaurant Sizzle tonight, we’ve heard really good things and it didn’t disappoint, the food, staff & service was amazing. I had chicken wings to start, I don’t usually do meat off the bone but I threw caution to the wind, then fillet steak & chips and finished off with with a salted caramel cheesecake.
My only minor bugbear is that it was really warm, there were fans everywhere but no point in air con as it was open air. The (older) couple at the table next to us comment on how hot it is and the woman goes on to say about “us” being Menopausal. Excuse me love, I’m 38! What the actual fuck? I’m hot because its 30 degrees outside, how old exactly does she think I am? What is this “us” business. Absolute liberty. I’m glad she leaves shortly after, I hope she sees the error of her ways. On the plus side I did pilfer a blackberry and strawberry for Fred 🐦
Both the husband and I are not feeling in a particularly party mood, we decide to go back to the room to freshen up (after my “menopausal” hot flush) and then head to the bar. It is now an hour later and the husband is snoring beside me whilst I’m in bed watching IT drinking a bottle of beer. This is my kind of party.
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