#sunglasses and an overbite

[r-m-ctd]

expressions experiment

[termagax]

i cant post the full of these until tommorow but bweeeeeee isnt he so cuteness

[queenimmadolla]

I feel as though Eddie Munson would greatly enjoy being an Italian Greyhound dog dad. The ultimate practice child dog and he might even love it more than his own children. Just imagine, 30 year old Eddie at the supermarket, arms fuller than when he was a teen and more ink than he’d had as a youth laced over them. He’s got a pair of black sunglasses on to hide the reds of his eyes, and he no longer clinks with each step, chains long gone. Now, it’s just the hard click of his boots, reeboks traded in for leather. Throw in a couple of neck tattoos for the fun of it. He oozes sex appeal. But the small skinny, quivering dog in his arms, large fear-filled eyes from the over-stimulation his paw touching the resinous floor had caused in the mere 2 seconds it was there before he’d begun cowering against Eddie’s leg, does not.

The poor pup is shaking from his second long ordeal, overbite making him look even more pathetic and sickly. It’s the cutest thing. And that’s all anyone who lays eyes on Eddie, browsing through the aisles with his dog child in his arms, can think. Even the employees are bewitched, none bother approaching him to bring attention to their No Pets policy.

[an1m310v3r11]

Emerald Eyes (Mad Hatter X Music Meister)

Tw: None

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Okay, calm yourself, Jervis. The smaller man reassured himself as he fumbled with his tie. He, for once, had a date—a rare sight, yes, but even rarer that the person wasn't under hypnosis. He swallows hard as he studies himself in his full-body mirror. He instantly picked out his flaws. Short, large nose, messy blonde hair, and large teeth with an overbite. Granted, the overbite wasn't his fault. His mother refused to even take him to the doctor when he was little, so a dentist was out of the question. He shakes his head and dusts his suit off. It was a dark emerald green with a navy blue tie suit custom made by himself. It still gave him the Mad Hatter colors, but without all the extra pieces. He felt comfortable as the Mad Hatter, safe, if you will. The persona gave him confidence, something Jervis Tetch didn't have much of.

The poor man nearly jumps out of his skin when his doorbell rings. He looked at his nightstand and saw that Darius was there on time. Not a minute early, not a minute late. Oh yeah, Jervis Tetch, also known as the Mad Hatter, was going on a date with Darius Chaple, better known as the Music Meister. "O-one moment!" he called as he grabbed a gold pocket watch and linked it through some of his belt loops before placing it in his pocket and letting the access chain hang down. He then rushed out of his room and into the living room, opening the door. He looked up at the taller, red-haired man and blushed madly. The tips of his ears went red. Darius wore a dark purple suit accented with music notes on the jacket. His hair was styled neatly, and he too had a faint blush on his cheek, but he grinned down at Jervis, his tooth gap showing proudly. However, there was something different about today's outfit: his eyes weren't covered by his normal sunglasses. Darius had bright green eyes; they were like emeralds shining in the light above, and his long eyelashes only complimented them! Oh, how Jervis loves him.

Jervis stared at Darius for a moment more before Darius chuckled. "You're staring handsome; surely I don't look that bad?" He asked, teasing Jervis, but Darius felt a little bit of fear bubbling up inside his stomach. What if he did look bad? Would Jervis even go on the date? Jervis quickly shakes his head. "No, no, why you look magnificent!  Breathtaking even!" He exclaimed, looking up at the taller man. He nervously fiddled with his fingers. "You look perfect, Darius. Why, when I look into your eyes, I can see wonderland.... My wonderland," he said softly, his eyes filled with nothing but love, causing Darius's cheeks to fluster even more.

Jervis then snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, we must go! We shouldn't be late for our date!" Jervis said as he rocked back and forth on his heels, worried that Darius might get upset if they were late. Jervis looked away. Until Darius reached out and took his hand, softly kissing the top of it. "Ready?" Darius asked softly, his green eyes meeting Jervis's blue ones. Jervis stared back into the taller man's eyes for a moment. "Ready!" he smiled brightly. Oh, what a rabbit hole Jervis had fallen into, but he didn't mind one bit.

[dozzlegramcracker]

ok so rant abt monster high

im gonna rant about so many things that went wrong with the new monster high gen. there is. many.

lagoona isnt even blue anymore

why. why is she pink. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER CURLY HAIR and gil. he's...

i actually hate this. WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTT WHAT HAPPENED. GIL IS NOT A FUCKBOY CHAD DONT MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE ONE

2. Draculaura's face marking, and her hair.

bangs, on fleek, slay girl. but...the colors. what happened to her stripes? it looked so cool. and the heart birthmark is supposed to be PINK. because its a BIRTHMARK and her skin is PINK ಠ_ಠ and her overbite is gone, no more fangs showing 3. frankie.

shes/they're....blue. so they made frankie blue and lagoona pink??? ... im guessing the metal leg is supposed to represent people with missing limbs so i wont say anything abt it

but her bolts are gone too?? now she has blue in her hair..okay? 4. ABBEY. (i am LIVID) WHAT. DID. THEY. DO.

one of the worst redesigns, in my opinion. I also heard she doesn't have her accent anymore?? way to take away every sense of individuality these characters ever had.

5. HEATH OH MY GOD HE'S SO UGLY I CANT

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING

6. The breakup of Cleo and Deuce (and their designs) completely unnecessary, should've just let sleeping dogs lie really. i feel like they just wanted more LGBTQ characters. Cleo could've stayed with Deuce AND able to be bisexual. Cleo: Blue. INSTEAD OF GOLD? She's rich as hell, her hair is suppose to have gold in it for her richy-bitchy persona while still having good redeeming qualities that makes her a good character.

Deuce: he's green, okay, because he's a gorgon. That's fair, i suppose. His snakes are...mischievous now? I mean, they never used to be. They were always a bit goofy. His sunglasses are see-through..and he's a gorgon..everyone is turned to stone (you're not supposed to look into the eyes of a gorgon period..see-through sunglasses will NOT stop it.) Also, he has two mothers, great that's cool we love lesbian mamas. But one of them is a harpy..so..why doesn't deuce have harpy traits like Avea Trotter? Unless Lyra is a stepmom?

7. The outfits. What was once cool, has become really bad and modern. Literally. They don't appeal to me anymore. It looks like bright colors strewn haphazardly all over, they use the worst combinations as well. Not just with the outfits! I mean, look.

its just so...watered down. Blue on blue/Pink on pink..really??

8. The animation, and overall. Let's look at the difference between G1/2 and G3

excusing a few characters, but my question is, why? I really didn't see any reason to change the original. If it was 'to make it more appealing' then you failed at that, in my book. I've actually heard that one reason was sexualization of characters. None of these original characters were sexualized, remember, they are in HIGHSCHOOL. The patrons of Monster High range from 14-18 years old (save for the vampires) and the main cast is 15-16 years old. If anything, giving Abbey larger hips is sexualization. I get that most characters in the original are abnormally skinny but it is the art style that makes them that way. No, it isn't wrong to make them less skinny and give them some actual fat. There was little to no plus-size representation in the older shows/movies. It IS wrong to change their designs completely! I respect what they did with Catty Noir because they did change her body type but almost completely left her design alone. Rethink about what happened with this, ask yourselves what you did wrong.

[phantomfelinelooseart]

Britt Crust headshot (MLAATR)

( Whatever she is looking at she is not having it) I was collecting reference photos for mlaatr, and I focused on getting pics of this snarky fashionista, and I just adored the sunglasses she was wearing in this picture (down below) and had a lot of fun with this I'm glad I went back after the work in progress to add her overbite along with an initial choker

I'm thinking about making a set of my favorite nickelodeon girlies potentially as a keychain set 🤔 I don't know I think about it

[mahoushojoumonster]

“Is that supposed to be a prize? I could magic that up on my own.”

To prove a point, she clicks her fingers and his sunglasses zoom into her hand.

“Try again, Overbite. And just so you know, I have my own canons.” Wink.

She can’t argue with that logic. Bitches do love canons.

“… hm…”

“What could I possibly have that you might be interested in?” Bounce bounce.

“You’ll have to tell me what you want.” She has a pretty good idea already, judging from what she’s seen of him.

Bounce bounce bounce.

“And what would be in it for me if I won? What are you willing to put up?”

[xiomaro]

. I have an overbite! Photo by Barbara Cittadino. #xiomaro #photography #profile #portrait #camera #featherboa #sunglasses #longhair #overbite https://www.instagram.com/p/CjSq1iou283/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-ventriloquizt]

Description under cut due to length

I think his long hair is cute, just like his original haircut. I don't know which one I'd prefer to draw him in though. The nanomachine endings for his tentacles that form into various tools is really fun and versatile.

[ image one: A drawing of Otto Octavius, aka Doc Ock, from Spiderman. He has shoulder length, brown hair with thin grey streaks, and is wearing a green turtleneck, dark green overcoat, brown slacks, and black gloves. He also has a pair of round green sunglasses and brown shoes. His tentacles end with a sheen of nanomachines, making eyes for the two upper tentacles and multiple claws for the lower ones holding him up. He has a sneer on his face, his eyes completely hidden by his glasses.

image two: Two more drawings of Otto Octavius. The first shows him before his incident, with square green glasses, a grey lab coat, a red bowtie, brown slacks, and a green sweater. His hair is short and messy on his head, and he looks uncomfortable, his overbite showing a gap in his front teeth as he fiddles with his lab coat. The second shows him after the incident, his lab coat's sleeve torn at the shoulder, his face covered in bruises. His nose is bleeding, one of his glasses lenses is cracked, and he has a sneer on his face, his arms stiff at his sides. Two mechanical tentacles wobble behind him, one forming a large spike on the end and the other growing fingers from the nanomachines. The lower two loop behind him, hidden by him. Above the drawings is written, "Once, I was miserable, beset by stressors, trauma, and the foolish actions of my so-called 'PEERS'... Now I'm just the same, but with four beautiful, highly advanced mechanical arms!!" ]

[collabwithmyself]

having different versions of your oc is so fucking funny

[ID: two black and white doodles of a thin character with wavy hair, a long nose, a small moustache, and an overbite. The first drawing, of Joshua, is labelled "Post-WIP" and "he/him and they/them." Joshua is wearing glasses and a plain t-shirt. He is saying "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try a new set now that I know more about gender." The second drawing, of Tower, is labelled "Post-Deck" and "ey/em and spark/sparks." Tower is wearing a hoodie, cat ear headphones, and sunglasses on eir head, and has lightning-like scars on eir skin and fangs. Ey are shouting "Nice pronouns, cucks, did your mom pick them out for you?"]

[heresalittlestory]

The Gala Event

By The Scoop

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You’re at your desk at work one afternoon, taking a break to check your personal email. You get excited when you see that you have a message from Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys. You’ve known him for a little over a decade, as you did some work for the Milarepa fund in the 90’s.  You’re kind of surprised that you’ve casually stayed in touch with him for all of these years, and even though you’d call him more of an acquaintance than a friend, he’s always been very nice and sweet when you’ve spent time together.  The last time you saw him was a few years ago, when his band was in town touring their To The 5 Boroughs album.

You see some other messages in your inbox, but click on Adam’s first.  He writes that the Beastie Boys will be in your town this summer to tour their upcoming record, and wonders if you’d like to hang out then.  He gives the date for the show, and refers to it a Gala Event, for which you should dress up.  He says there will be another more casual show the night after, and you’re welcome to come to that one, too.  You don’t want to come across as being too eager, but decide to write him back straight away that you’ll be around, and would love to see him in August.  

The following week, you see a news announcement about Beastie Boys tour dates, and feel special that Adam gave you a heads up about them first.  Since that message, you’ve been writing back and forth more frequently, catching each other up on how you’ve been for the past couple of years.  He seems a little more communicative than he was around the time of the previous tour, and you try not to read too much into that.  You’ve always thought he was very attractive, but kept things professional at first with him, and then platonic, assuming those feelings only went one way.  You’ve also both been in relationships over the past decade, and Adam has a daughter, Lila.  You’re not exactly sure about the current status of Adam’s relationship with Lila’s mom, as it’s not something he opens up about a lot, or that gets much attention in the press.

One day Adam sends an email asking whether you’ve picked out something nice to wear yet, and he adds a wink after the question.  You feel your stomach flip, as you can’t tell whether or not he’s being flirtatious.  It also reminds you that you still haven’t settled on your ensemble for the Gala.  You generally don’t dress up too much and aren’t in love with anything in your closet, so decide to go shopping.

At the store, after trying on a lot of things, you settle on a red dress.  The color choice seems a little bold, but you look good in red, and want to stand out from others who will probably be wearing a lot of black.  You feel a little ridiculous also thinking about your undergarments, but decide to buy a new bra and panties for the show, too.  Even if no one else sees them, they’ll make you feel good for that night.

As it gets closer to the date of the show, Adam calls you.  You’re reminded how much you love the tone of his voice and trace of a New York accent.  He mentions that the band will be busy with interviews beforehand, so he probably won’t get to see you till after the show.  He says he’ll put you on his personal guest list, and to make sure you find him backstage later.  You say that sounds like a plan.  Before hanging up, he adds “Don’t forget to dress to impress.”

The day of the show comes, it’s a Friday, and you’re feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.  You tell yourself you’re being silly and to calm down: there’s never been any funny business between you and Adam before, so why should this time be any different?  You’ve been single for about a year now, but you’re still not sure of Adam’s status, and Google didn’t provide any help figuring that out.  In any case, you can’t help but think that you’ve picked up on some flirtation in the correspondence, and something in your gut signals that maybe you should be expecting more than just a friendly hang out tonight.

You arrive at the venue early, and feel a sense of pride seeing your name on Adam’s list.  You’re also handed an access pass to use later in the night.  You make your way up toward the front of the concert hall and see Adam’s bass rig, noticing that a lot of the equipment is clear, which has a cool look.  There are a few bass guitars on stage, including a large upright one.  You’ve always thought Adam looked sexy on the bass, and you’re looking forward to seeing him play more of it tonight.

When the band comes out and takes their places, you spot Adam in a black suit and sunglasses, he appears very dapper.  His hair is a little grown out and looks really nice.  You glance at the others, and though they all look handsome in their suits, Adam Yauch definitely stands out the most to you.

The band starts playing an instrumental that sounds vaguely familiar.  Adam is on the upright bass, and during the song, pulls out a bow with which to play it.  You’re taken aback at how hot it is when he maneuvers the bow over the bass strings.  The rich, deep sound resonates through your body.

Adam switches to another bass guitar, and the band starts playing a song off the new record.  You enjoy watching Adam’s large, skillful hands on the bass.  He flicks the strings a lot with his thumb, and it’s hard for your mind not to wander into the gutter seeing that repetitive motion.  You look at Adam intently, wondering if you’ll catch his eye, but it’s hard to tell with the sunglasses on.

When the band begins a song with vocals, the crowd gets more pumped up, and you’re excited, too.  It’s cool to see them rap while playing instruments.  Adam’s bass strumming has been getting to you, and now his husky rapping is, too.  After a few songs, he takes off his sunglasses and jacket.  He’s wearing a short-sleeve striped shirt, and a tie with some design on it, with a tie pin.  You’re trying to make the out the details on Adam’s tie, and think you see a lion on it, which reminds you that he’s a Leo.  You remember back to when you once looked up your astrological compatibility, not that you entirely believe in those things.  You look back up and see that Adam is staring in your direction, smiling.  You mouth “hey” to him, and he nods in recognition.

You feel a small jolt of electricity as the band goes into the next instrumental.  Maybe it’s something about the suave outfit and his long fingers on the bass, but you’re feeling more attracted to Adam than you’ve felt at previous Beastie Boys shows.  You notice other details, like his persistent gum chewing, and how he’s been taking his ear piece in and out throughout the show.  You brace yourself when the upright bass comes back out.  You can’t deny that you’re turned on by the way Adam strokes the bass neck and moves his fingers across the strings.  You try to calm down, as you’ll be seeing him after the show, and don’t want to feel embarrassed by such thoughts.  It doesn’t help that from this close, you can see his sweat glistening.  

The band gets to Sabotage, and you know it’ll be the last song of the night.  You see out of the corner of your eye that their keyboardist is doing some crazy moves, but you can’t take your eyes off Adam.  He takes his bass off at the end of the song and picks up a water bottle.  You watch Adam wave as he walks off stage, and swear that you catch him winking at you.

As the crowd starts to file away, you get your access pass out of your purse and use it to get in the back area of the venue.  You’re eventually let into a room where the band is.  You admittedly feel some relief when you see that Adam’s partner (or former partner?) isn’t around, as both Mike’s and Adrock’s wives are there.  Mike’s young sons are running around the room too.  You’re feeling pretty dehydrated, but take a glass of champagne when a tray of it is passed by you.  At least you have something to occupy your hands with now.  You take some sips and try to get Adam to notice you.  Your eyes meet and he wraps up the conversation he was having.  He walks over to you and says, “Hey, red…,” instead of calling you by your name, “love the dress.”  You blush a little and thank him.  You notice he’s changed from the button down top into a polo shirt.  He manages to look very cute and sexy all at once.  You tell him how much you enjoyed the show and seeing the full band play throughout. “Oh thanks, you weren’t too bored? It seems like some people prefer the hip hop shows.”

You notice that the room is beginning to clear out.  Adam mentions that some of the band and crew are heading to a nearby bar, “I said I’d be catching up with an old friend, if you’d rather bail on that.”  You’re happy that he’s mentioned an out, though you’re not quite sure what he has in mind for you both.  “Hang on a sec,” Adam says as he grabs his backpack, and also something that looks like an instrument holder, “just gonna take some things back with me.”

You step out the venue door and Adam gently touches the small of your back with his free hand.  A shiver goes up your spine.  Adam remarks that the hotel is nearby, so you walk the few blocks there.  It’s one of the nicer hotels in town.  This is the first time you’ve been back to a hotel with him.  It seems like it could be the prelude to a hook up, but you still don’t want to get caught up in wishful thinking.

You and Adam get in the elevator and he pushes the button for a high floor.  “And here we are,” he remarks, opening the door into a large suite.  “Not too shabby,” you note, looking around.  “Yeah, we do alright now,” Adam responds with a chuckle.  He has the cutest sounding laugh, and you love how his smile is emphasized by his overbite.  You don’t think of yourself as a very funny person, but you know that Adam can be, and you hope to joke with him and hear more of his laughter when you’re together.  You realize you’ve gotten a little lightheaded from the champagne.  As if reading your mind, Adam asks if you want something to eat or drink.  There are several water bottles lined up on the counter, and he hands you one.  He opens the door to the mini bar, which is pretty well stocked.  You sit down and snack together.

The conversation flows easily enough.  You share a lot of cultural interests, but also fill each other in on some things that the other hasn’t heard about.  Adam recommends a documentary called the 11th hour, about how dire global warming has gotten and the opportunities we have to address the situation before it’s too late.  You’re not surprised to hear him sound passionate on the topic.  Meanwhile, you’re slightly distracted, as you can’t help but be really curious by now about his relationship status.  He’s mentioned his daughter in emails, so you think of using kids as a way to broach the topic.  You mention how you saw Mike’s sons backstage.  “Oh yeah, they’ve been coming along, and Lila’s been with me some of the tour, but her mom has her now.”  It sounds to you like they may not be an item anymore.  All you say in response is, “Oh…,” and then Adam continues, “yeah, it’s been about a year and a half actually, things didn’t work out between us.  But it was friendly, well, about as friendly as those things can be.  We still live near each other in the city, and pretty much share custody, so it works out at least, in that way.”  You want Adam to be happy and on the one hand, are sorry to hear that the relationship, which involved a kid, didn’t work out.  But on the other hand, you feel glad, as selfish as it may be, that Adam could be available now.  If he’s even interested in you in that way.

You tell him you’re sorry to hear what happened, but are glad he still gets to see Lila a lot.  “Yeah, being a dad, it’s the greatest…,” he starts to say, and then trails off, looking at you as if what he said may have had some effect on you.  You’re a single woman in your early 40’s, so the child-bearing window may be not open too much longer. You used to think that you’d be married and a mom by this point in your life, but after your longest, most serious relationships ended in your 30’s, you haven’t met anyone who’s been that great a prospect.  Adam knows some of your story already.  You don’t want to bore him with extra information about the ups and downs of your love life, so you mention that you haven’t been seeing anyone for a while, and really enjoy being an aunt to your niece and nephew.

Adam moves from the chair to a loveseat and motions for you to join him.  He has his arm up on the sofa cushion, which you take as a cue to sit a little closer to him.  “I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.  You know, red’s a really great color for you.”  You feel his eyes scanning your body, and you’re flattered to be complimented by someone so attractive, talented, and intelligent.  The conversation goes to how long you’ve known each other and how you always enjoy each other’s company.  You wonder why you haven’t gotten together more often through the years.  Adam’s hand moves down to your shoulder, and he seems to be looking at you more intently.  He’s so gorgeous from this close, with large, soulful eyes, and full lips that you want to kiss so badly.  You feel yourself flushing and swooning.  You take your chances and move your face a little closer to his, and are delighted when you sense him lean in for a kiss.

Your lips touch softly at first.  You detect a minty flavor, which must have lingered from his gum.  You inhale and enjoy his smell, it’s slightly musky, and you think of how sweaty he got during the show.  You normally prefer for guys to be cleaned up, but find it a turn on for Adam to be in this state.  The kiss turns more passionate soon as your tongues meet and explore each other’s mouths.

You kiss and suck at each other more feverishly, feeling the heat from each other’s bodies.  You run your hands through his thick hair, and up and down his lean back.  He slides a hand down along your side, it grazes the edge of your breast and then settles on your thigh.  Adam moves his hand to the inner side of your knee, just underneath your dress.  You squeeze his hand between your thighs, thinking of how close his fingers are to where you really want to be touched.  You usually don’t get wet as easily as you did when you were younger, but it’s like Adam has opened up the floodgates inside of you.  You don’t necessarily buy into everything happening for a reason, but you’re glad you’re hooking up with Adam at this stage in your life.  You feel more comfortable with yourself and sexually confident now.  As much as you’re enjoying kissing Adam, you decide to back out of the embrace, and see if he’s game for something different.  You’d be fine having any kind of sex with him, but you want to try to make the evening memorable.  You also recall how great he looked playing the bass, and that gives you an idea.  

“Is everything okay?” Adam asks.  “Oh yeah, I’m good, really good,” you say, reassuring him that you’re pleased with the direction in which things are moving.  “I was just thinking about the show again, and what a great bass player you are.”    

“Me?  I don’t know, I guess if you work at something long enough.”

You’re touched that he seems so humble about his talent.  “It just looks complicated.  I mean, especially that big bass.  I can barely strum a few chords on the guitar.”

“It’s not so hard to pick up if you practice for a while, and…,” he trails off.

“And what?”

“Well, this might sound silly, but my hands are pretty big, which makes it easier to play, I guess.” Adam turns his hands over and you hold them in yours, as your mind moves back into the gutter.  You don’t think you’ve ever been with a guy who has hands quite like his.

 “Why don’t you show me?” you request, pulling Adam up from the couch.  “What’s that song called, Sabrosa?”

“I don’t have the bass here with me.”

You look at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, “I mean, demonstrate on me…”

Adam smirks in response, “Oh, I think I know what you’re getting at.”  He stands behind you, and you ask, “Doesn’t Sabrosa mean tasty?”

“Something like that,” he answers with a

chuckle- it’s music to your ears to hear that laughter again.  “Okay then, this is the hand that goes on the bass neck,” he states, putting his left hand on your breast.  He arranges his dexterous fingers into some formation, as if he were playing bass notes.  “And this one here, it plays the strings,” Adam continues, moving his right hand onto your crotch.  He brushes his long fingers against you, as if he’s both swiping at and strumming you.  Just as you’re wondering what kind of fuckery this is, Adam says, “And sometimes, you have to put your whole body into it.” He presses against you, and you feel his cock pulse against your backside.  You can’t help but tremble from the ripples of pleasure coursing through you.  Adam comments, “well, it goes something like that, playing the song, but the bass doesn’t move quite that much.”  He giggles again.  You didn’t want him to stop “playing” you, but you enjoy being teased.

“You know, I actually brought something with me,” Adam starts, and goes over to what you thought was an instrument case.  He opens it and reveals the bow inside.  If he doesn’t have his bass with him, you wonder why he brought the bow.  You’re pleased at the forethought this would have required, and that his mind might be in the same kinky place as yours.  “I like using this bow sometimes, you can get a really nice sound out of the bass with it.”  Adam comes back over to you, gripping the bow as if he were about to use it on a bass.  He rubs the bow string back and forth on your dress, right over your sensitive area.  You make a pleased hum, and Adam brings the bow across you one more time, “Works like a charm.”

“I think you need to help me unzip my dress now,” you state.  “Sure thing,” Adam replies, placing the bow back down.  He undoes your zipper, but the dress still hangs loosely from your hips.  “Maybe I can use this again,” Adam says, picking up the bow.  You stand still as he uses the bow to nudge the dress down over your hips.  Your breath quickens and you step out of the dress.  You’re glad now that you splurged for the nice underwear.  Adam eyes you up and down and gives a little whistle, “well you dressed to impress, and I’d say, this is also undressing to impress.”  Your body isn’t as slim as it used to be, but you’re still in decent shape for your age.  You’re glad he seems to appreciate you as you are.

“I think it’s your turn now,” you declare, and Adams removes his shirt and pants pretty quickly.  He’s remained trim, but that doesn’t surprise you, as he’s always been a skinny guy.  Seeing all his skin, and body hair, makes your groin ache even more.  You get another idea, which seems a little crazy for foreplay, but you’re on a roll, and decide to speak up again.  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” you declare, as you lead Adam by the hand to the king-sized bed.  You tell him to lie on his back.  You stand over him and strip off your bra and underwear.  “I want to feel you all over, with my cunt,” you say, as you lower yourself down near his feet, “if you’re cool with that.”  Adam looks at you expectantly and replies, “I’m game for whatever.”

You’re not quite sure what’s come over you.  You realize you’ve had latent feelings for Adam for years, and they’re all bubbling to the surface now.  And he’s so hot it’s like he’s awakened some primal instinct in you.  Sure, you’ve humped guys’ thighs before when feeling frisky, or rubbed an arm against your crotch, but you’ve never done anything like what you’re planning now.  You grab one of Adam’s feet, they’re large like his hands, with long toes.  “So, do you have a foot thing?” Adam asks.

“No,” you blush a little, feeling kind of embarrassed, but Adam seems open-minded enough.  “As I said, I just want to feel all your parts- here.”  You take hold of his big toe, and move it toward your crotch.  Adam’s propped up on his elbows and watching with interest.  You press his toe against your labia, and rock back and forth against it.  “Someone’s very wet,” Adam comments.  You think how you’ll be leaving a trail along his body.  You hold his foot as you move over his ankle, and then slowly slide up his shin, feeling his leg hair against you.  You ask Adam to bend his legs so you can get onto his knee.  “Knee fucking? Can’t say I’ve done that before,” Adam remarks, laughing again.  Not in a laughing at you kind of way, but in an enjoying being your partner in crime kind of way.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”  You feel kind of proud for debasing him, considering that he probably did some debauched things in his early years with the band.  You move in small circles around his knee.  You feel so wet and pliable, almost as if your cunt could swallow his kneecap.  You’re in a nice zone where everything feels really good between your legs.

You continue with this body part exploration, sliding down his thigh.  Adam’s boxers are still on and you can tell he’s semi-erect.  As eager as you are to bring his cock into action, you move past it.  You dip down to reach his concave torso, rubbing along the patch of hair that extends from over his waistband to above his navel.  You feel the bump from his ribcage, and rub over a nipple as you move up.  You ask Adam to sit up, admiring his bare shoulders.  You lower yourself onto the bony part, and press against it for a while.

Adam has been watching you with bemusement.  You get off his shoulder and position his arm so that his elbow juts out.  You pull that protrusion into your crotch, liking how that feels as well.  You’re excited to be getting close to his forearms, as you were looking at them with desire during the concert.  You ask Adam to lie back down and move on top of one of his forearms.  His arm hairs tickle your cunt as your slickness slides against him.  You love how he’s not hairy all over but has furry forearms and legs.  You feel kind of like a dog humping at him, but don’t care as it’s so pleasurable.  Adam’s free hand grabs your ass.  You move lower down to reach his wrist bone, too.

You get up and hold onto one of his oversized hands.  You feel like your cunt could just devour it.  You rub your thumb along the patch of hair that extends onto the back of his hand, and then press a few of Adam’s knuckles into your folds.  You then grasp his index and middle fingers.  You notice a crook in the top joint of his middle finger.  These little features somehow make you hornier for him, if that’s even possible.  You shove his fingers into your soaking cunt, and moan as you feel how deep inside of you they reach.  Adam continues to let you be the driver; you know that he could make you come if he did something with his hands, but you’re still trying to delay that final gratification.  You take his fingers out and bring them up to his mouth.  You’re pleased that he reads the cue and licks at your wetness.

You motion for Adam to sit up, and brush his hair back to look more closely at his ear.  Even the size and shape of this man’s ears get to you. You’ve never been so into all these details with any other guy before.  It’s like he’s a perfectly beautiful creation.  You position Adam’s head so you can get at his ear with your cunt, starting at the earlobe and working your way up along the outer edge.  Adam shivers a little and you ask if he’s alright.  

“Yeah, I guess I’m just sensitive there- a good sensitive.”  You press against the ridge of his ear again and he emits a soft, low grunt.    

You ask Adam to lie down once again.  You’re still studying what a gorgeous face he has.  You move your fingertip gently across his long eye lashes.  “Yo, I’m not sure that’ll work,” Adam comments, and you both start laughing.  “Okay, we’ll leave your eyes out of this,” you say, though catch him off guard as you move your groin over his hairline.  You’ve been admiring his hair all evening, it looks adorable now sticking up in different directions.  You feel its texture along your most intimate spots.  You then position yourself above Adam’s nose- his lovely nose, with its long, strong line, and small bump near the top.  Adam takes a big inhale and you gently ride his nose.  You hit against his upper lip, but surprise him again by hopping off before getting to all of his mouth.  “I’m moving here now,” you remark, as you sit back against the pillows and spread your legs, finally beckoning Adam to have his way with you.  

     “You know, I just remembered, I have one more thing in the case,” Adam says.  You’re so ready for more now, but you wait as he goes into the other room to get whatever’s in the case.  He comes back into the bedroom with his ear piece from the concert, dangling around his neck.  That ear piece, that you watched him keep pulling out and pushing in, being turned on by the motions.  Adam stands at the foot of the bed and takes off his underwear.  You don’t always get that excited over the sight of a man’s cock, viewing it as more of a utilitarian appendage, but of course Adam’s looks just as nice as the rest of his body does.

     “Maybe I should have gotten this out earlier, you’re probably too wet for it now,” Adam remarks, holding up one end of the ear piece.  He continues, “I’ve got a spare, of course, but I don’t know what I’d tell the crew about how I wrecked this pair,” he laughs a little more.  Adam comes onto the bed and rubs the ear piece along your leg, moving it up to your inner thigh.  Once again, you’re thankful and pleased that he’s also had kinky ideas.  The ear piece reaches the top of your thigh, then Adam places it in between your collar bones.  He slides it down between your breasts, and stops above your crotch.  You’re thinking how turned on you’d be if he pressed it against you there, but he touches with his finger and says, “yeah, too wet, as I knew, maybe another time.”  At the mention of “another time,” it feels like your heart skips a beat.

     You ask, “did you have anything else in that case?”

     “Nah, that was it.  I’d considered bringing a bass pick, too, but thought it could be a little too sharp,” and you both laugh together.  You like how you can move seamlessly between funny and erotic moments with him.  “Well, these look really soft,” you say, moving your fingers along his lips.  Your cunt quivers as you trace his bow-shaped upper lip.

     Adam places the ear piece on the night stand and brushes his slim fingers along your inner thighs.  Then he brings his mouth to your thighs- kissing, licking, and taking little bites along the way.  You’re so turned on already you feel like you might come almost as soon as his mouth touches your cunt.  He’s taking his time getting to the sweet spot.  He licks along where your thigh meets your groin on both sides.  He then moves up and squeezes your breasts together.  He starts sucking on one nipple while grabbing the other breast, and switches off.  Your whole body feels on fire.  Then he moves back down and kisses your labia, finally getting between them.  When he starts licking and sucking at your depths, it feels amazing.  You cry out in ecstasy, only wondering for a moment how soundproof the hotel walls are.  You mutter “oh fuck” and “oh god” as Adam continues to satisfy you.  He looks up at you, and it’s nearly too intense to meet his gaze.  You grab a handful of his luscious hair as he buries his head in you again, and you rock against him. You sense the sweet release coming soon, and convulse as all the pleasure that’s been building up through the evening reaches a crescendo.  You feel like you’re seeing stars.

     As you slowly come back to your senses, Adam remarks, “well, I guess that worked out better than the ear piece.”  You respond, “or the bass pick,” and playfully shove his shoulder.    “You’ve really been great,” you say, placing your hand on his erect cock, “can I do something for you now?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve been loving all this so far, and now I’m really ready to fuck you.”

You repeat his phrase about “another time,” and he smiles.  He kneels in front of you, asking “you okay, doing it like this?”  You tell him you’re on the pill, and it’s fine to proceed.  You’re not even sure how functional your ovaries still are, but you’ve stayed on the pill, and trust Adam otherwise.

He doesn’t waste any time penetrating you fully, and it feels so good to be filled up by his length.  As he starts moving in and out, you notice him glancing down to where the action is happening, and you think it’s hot that he’s looking.  He holds onto and adjusts your legs, and begins thrusting more aggressively, emitting some low grunts.  And you get noisy again as his cock hits against your deepest part.  Adam tells you how great you feel.  You close your eyes for a time, enjoying all the sensations.

Adam then slows the rhythm down and lies more directly on top of you.  It’s nice to feel his weight.  He looks into your eyes and it seems like it’s just the two of you on this planet.  “I really like you,” he says, emphasizing the “really.”  Your eyes tear up- you don’t want to appear too emotional- but can’t help it.  One tear escapes, and Adam wipes it with his thumb, “It’s okay now.”

“It’s just, me too, I mean, I really like you, too,” you say back to him, feeling tongue-tied.  The mood had recently been more playful and sexy, but you don’t mind this sentimental turn.  You feel good and safe with Adam.  And here you are, with him inside of you, hearing that he really likes you.  You can’t deny that you’ve had interest in him over the years.  Even when you were with other guys, you still occasionally thought about Adam, but never considered it a possibility that your friendship could go to another level.  Maybe it could now.  You don’t know if you just have this one night together, but you’re going to savor the moment while it lasts.

You kiss, and Adam’s tongue probes your mouth, just as his cock fills you deeply.  He nibbles on your lip, and your cunt clenches around him.  You grind into each other, with your breath hot against each other’s ears.  You put your hand on his ass, like you want to press him even further into you. You wish to meld into one.

Adam rises back up into a kneeling position.  He starts rubbing your clit in time with his movements.  It’s almost too much to bear, and you sputter, “oh fuuuck…Adam.”  You can see he’s happy that he’s turned you into a noisy, squirming mess.  The pleasure grows into a final explosive burst, and Adam clasps one of your hands, as if to steady you.

You brace yourself to continue fucking; it feels like he’s already excavated a small cave inside of you.  You’re not surprised at his stamina after witnessing his energy on stage.  While you’re kind of tired, you go on moving your body in rhythm with his.  His thrusting picks up in intensity, and then you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he lets out a raspy moan.  He lowers his face to yours, and you kiss.  He pushes into you a couple more times, and you delight in the warmth between your legs.

After he rolls off of you, you turn onto your side and move a hand to his small patch of chest hair, as he holds his arm around you.  You breathe in his scent, feeling very satisfied.  “I guess it’s a little late for me to go back now,” you say.  Adam squeezes you and replies, “oh, you’re not going anywhere.”  You think of how you haven’t brought anything for staying the night, but aren’t too concerned.

You ask, “So was this Gala a special enough event?”  Adam smiles and answers, “For sure, it surpassed my expectations.”  You lift your head to give him some soft, lingering kisses before cuddling against him again.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Adam begins, “but I usually like showering off after a gig, it’s not to do with you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I was just going to use the bathroom-”

“Go ahead, I’ll go in after you.”

You get up to go to the bathroom, and think how you could join Adam in the shower.  So after he takes his turn in the bathroom, you go in the shower together.  You don’t expect anything else to happen at this hour after everything you’ve done, but it’s nice to be naked with him under the warm water.  You stand in front of Adam as he lathers you up, slightly teasing you with his touch.  You return the favor, and then face each other and kiss, with your bodies pressed tightly together.

     After stepping out of the shower, you see two bathrobes hanging on the door hook.  You put one on, and give the other to Adam, who giggles, and says, “oh, like his and hers?”  He looks so adorable in the white bathrobe.  “You can use my toothbrush, you know,” Adam offers.  As intimate as you’ve been with him, you still feel a little funny taking his brush, so you say you’ll be fine, and just use your finger.

     When you get back into the bedroom, Adam gets out a pair of pajamas and hands you the top, “we can split them.”  You pull the shirt over your head as he slides into the pajama pants.  You admire his build again, and blush a little thinking of how you were rubbing yourself all over him.  You hope he doesn’t think you’re nuts, but he seemed to be into everything you were doing.  Also, he’s the one who rubbed a bow across you.

     While you’re drowsy, your mind is racing with thoughts about how much you like Adam, and wondering where things will go from here.  You don’t want to go back to seeing him every few years on tour.  You wonder if something will change now.  You’re only a few hours from New York, so could see each other more often.  You ponder whether he’s ready for a relationship after the break up.  You’d even look forward to spending time with Lila, but know that’s getting way ahead of yourself.  This is a start, and you’ll have to see what happens.

     You get back into bed with Adam, in the spooning position.  “Again, it was such a great night,” he tells you.

“You don’t think I’m crazy, I mean, that stuff I was doing?”  You can’t help but be somewhat blunt to try to put the worries out of your mind.

“Sexy? Yes. Crazy? No. Besides, if you’re crazy, I guess that makes two of us.”  You’re content with that answer.  Adam continues, “I don’t have to be anywhere till later in the afternoon tomorrow, so we can have some more fun the first part of the day.”  You tell him that sounds good, and say goodnight to each other.  You drift off to sleep, anticipating what the new day will bring.

[jasmine-cottage-uk]

WIP Wednesday

This is an excerpt from a one-shot AU that’s going to be a gift for someone next month. I say one shot but it’s rapidly approaching the territory of 20k words. I could give context but... no. 

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“Aziraphale?”

He freezes. 

“Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale inhales, exhales. Turns around and there he is. The man whose voice dominated the auditorium. “Crowley.” He knew what Crowley looked like. He’s seen the pictures in magazines and from the television appearances. None of it has prepared him for this.

He’d imagined this, this reintroduction. He’d be cool and polite and even handed, but he can already feel anxiety bloom in his chest. He has not spoken to Crowley in twenty-six years.

“It is you, then. Jesus Christ, how’ve you been?” Crowley is with a tall, flinty brunette with ice blue eyes and a slight overbite. Her hair is pulled severely back from her face. Crowley turns to her, says, “I’ll just be a minute,” and she shrugs and pulls her phone out of her coat pocket, meanders distractedly away from the pair.

“Is that your wife?” Aziraphale watches the woman on her phone, disinterested in this reunion.

Crowley laughs, eyebrows shooting above the sunglasses. Sunglasses still, at night. “Dagon? No, we work together. She does my schedule. But, wow. Look at you.”

Aziraphale hopes he doesn’t look too closely. He doesn’t think that he’s fared that badly over time but he’s still heavier, looks every one of his forty-seven years. But then again, so does Crowley. He’s got lines around his mouth, but his hair is still vibrant red. Impossibly red.

When Aziraphale doesn’t say anything, Crowley continues. “Still with the church then?”

“You know I am.” Crowley looks momentarily taken aback. “They called me about this. The Royal Society. They told me you had recommended me for this… event.” 

“And I wish you’d said yes.”

He laughs, Aziraphale laughs because this whole situation is absurd. Anthony Crowley after all this time, admonishing him for turning down the opportunity to debate with him on stage. Surreal. Outrageous even. It rankles. “What, so you could have wiped the floor with me like you did to that poor chap in there? Like watching a lamb go to slaughter.”

And now he can’t decide if he’s wounded or offended. “That wouldn’t have been you though. You’re smarter than him.”

“It’s been a long time, Crowley.”

[shoolb]

some fantroll designs. from right to left: junipe, paston, phimix, specte

img desc under cut bc these are cringy and no one cares lol 

[id: four digitally drawn busts of fantrolls from @hyuburt and my fanstuck bullshit. at the top left of the canvas is junipe custos, an olive-blooded troll with short, close-cropped hair on her head and a braid over her shoulder (mullet town!). she’s wearing a brown and red shawl with a jade green bow, and sunglasses. her horns are large and curve up, then out and away from her head and then curve back inward, the tip of her horns are protuberant spheres. at the top left of the canvas is paston midzer, a jade-blooded troll with wavy-curly black hair that sticks up in the back. he wears a bright red shirt and triangular glasses. his horns are long and curve to the back of his head with a hook protruding off the side of the tip of his left horn. on the bottom left is phimix dadals, a gold-blooded troll with short, wispy hair and double horns that make a vague ‘v’ shape. her eyes are pupil-less and neon yellow. on the bottom right is specte, a purple-blooded troll with a wild mane of hair and a sharp overbite. her eyes are mismatched; one is an opalescent white and the other has two halved pupils. her horns are large and jut away from her temple and then curve squarely behind her ears and beneath her jaw.]

[ohwell-ohwell3]

Tagged by @lisitsa

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

O- Oh Well, Oh Well by Mayday Parade ☺️

H - Heavy Gloom by The Story So Far

W- Water by Breaking Benjamin

E- *equip sunglasses*- but Hot Mulligan

L- Lime Street by Neck Deep

L- Losing Days by Hot Mulligan

O- Overbite by Sincere Engineer

H- Home is by Trophy Eyes

W-Would? by Alice In Chains

E- Eviligo by Stand Atlantic

L- Liquid by Boston Manor

L- Light by Grayscale

3- 3AM by Matchbox 20

Idk how many of these people still even use this app but here it goes @eyvsnsury @pirate-panda-bear @yes-this-is-groot @anawkwardadventure @secretly-speedy @gatsboo @ladiscutee 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[prorevenge]

Orthodontist Fiasco Gets Fixed

just a heads up, this is gonna get really long

so I’ve always had a problem with my teeth. I have a really bad overbite that pushed apart my two front teeth so wide you could drive a truck through them. It was so bad that I was recommended to get braces as soon as my baby teeth all fell out. So by the time I was 12 I went to an orthodontist that my mom’s friend had spoke well of. The dentist and his staff were pleasant and did their job efficiently. By the time I was 15 (near 16) I got the green light to have my braces removed.

My parents were willing to pay for everything up front. They wanted my teeth to be right. Neither of my parents were able to have much quality work on their teeth when they were my age and they sincerely regretted it. They didn’t want me to be like that.

Anyone who has ever had braces and the subsequent retainers know what’s coming next. The dreaded impressions. Only it wasn’t that bad because the hygienist seemed to understand the basic idea of displacement and just put enough putty in the mold that it was only mildly uncomfortable. During the time that I was getting my retainers set up, the dentist who I had originally started going to was slowly transitioning his practice over to another guy, who we’ll call Dr. Bluff.

Dr. Bluff was very nice and friendly, more so than the original guy. I liked him.

Fast forward about 3 years to now, when I’m 19 and my retainer breaks. It was the bottom one and because of my overbite it threw off the whole system. However, we decided to wait until our next regular dentist appointment to ask what we should do about it. And then we had to push that appointment back because we got sick.

I reasoned that our regular dentist would tell us to just go back to the orthodontist who did the retainer originally and set up an appointment there. We go there (I mean me & my mom since I’m living at home and she’s retired so she can traipse around with me wherever) and as soon as I walk in the office I know in the pit of my stomach something was not going to go right today.

I go back and the hygienist takes a look at my front teeth (which had the gap between them again *SIGH*) and she said 1) she’ll need to take new impressions for my retainer and 2) that Dr. Bluff might want to close the gap before I get my new retainer. I ask her if we should hold off on the impression until after Dr. Bluff has seen it and we make a decision so we don’t waste an impression. She just shrugs and puts the impression tray in my mouth.

Now the thing that should be noted about this particular orthodontist office is that the general treatment area is a big room in the back comprised of five dentists chairs in a semicircle. There is no privacy.

The second she presses the putty against my teeth, it goes down my mouth towards my throat and I start gagging. I’m crying and gagging in the chair and she’s trying to keep me still. After five minutes of hell she finally pulls it out and sends me (and my mouth full of leftover putty bits) over to the communal sink to clean up while i’m embarrassed to hell and blushing like a priest at an orgy.

so i try to mask my light crying and get my mom to come into the back & talk about options on how we’re going to close my front teeth gap. We come up with a solution but it’s going to take two weeks of temporary braces and then another impression for the top. I look at the hygienist, who somehow had the absolute balls to look unfazed.

On the ride home I explain to my mom what happened and she said that she has the same problem re: gag reflex. She said that general dentist work is hell because of it. She tells me to mention it next time. I agreed and added that I would ask the next hygienist to put less putty in the tray so the displaced putty doesn’t trigger my gag reflex. We nod and decide that this is our game plan.

Cut to two weeks later to the day from hell. I had to wake up super early to help my mom take my grandmother to the doctor and after we got that sorted, mom and I went to the orthodontist to get the temp braces taken off and the new impressions done. I wait 30 mins to get called back and then another 15 mins to finally have someone come over and do something. Dr. Bluff takes off the temp braces, grinding the glue off my teeth. Only, as he’s grinding, it’s like he’s oblivious to my very loud grunts of pain. It hurts and it smells and all the debris is either going right up my nose or all over my glasses.

After he’s done I get a reprieve and clean the taste out of my mouth. Back to the chair. I look around and see that they’ve filled all of the other 4 chairs. Oh boy.

So I talk to hygienist that I have a bad gag reflex and I ask her if she could fill the tray not as full because the over-flow/displaced putty/whatever sets off my gag reflex. I joke (but kind of not) that the last thing I wanted to do that morning was throw up on them.

Then Dr. Bluff starts making jokes about previous patients who had puked in the chair. And look, I know that when your job is working in someone’s mouth, puking is going to happen, but at the rate he was mentioning? That’s bad. That’s really bad. That means that there is some fundamentally wrong with what you’re doing.

Impression time! Because I had mentioned gagging and puking they had the tiniest puke bowl known to man under my chin the second the tray went into my mouth. They did this because apparently the hygienist didn’t hear a word I said and filled the tray as full as she could.

The very second she applied pressure to the tray caused the displaced putty to flow out of the tray, down the roof of my mouth, and down my throat. It cut off my fucking air supply. I couldn’t breathe. I was gagging and crying and sobbing and screaming (as well as one can when they can’t breathe). I’m about half a second from blacking out when they finally take the tray out of my mouth- only to have the overflow piece BREAK OFF AND LODGE IN MY THROAT. Cue another five minutes of gagging and crying as they blankly stare at me, trying to figure out what my problem was.

I finally cough it up and they send me over to the sink to clean up. I’m straight up crying and my cheeks are redder than hell and I can feel the other patients’ eyes on me like goddamn bullets in my shoulders. As soon as I can get out of that room I do.

I put on my sunglasses to cover my cry-swollen eyes. The second I walk into the waiting room, my mom knows that something is wrong. I try to hustle the secretaries through making an appointment for the next day to pick up my retainer and I feel like i’m about to die. Mom doesn’t question me because she senses that I Do Not Want To Talk About It Right Here.

So we go down the steps and into the lobby (it’s a second-floor office in a communal building) and before we could even make it to the front door I break down crying. I was fucking hysterical. I was shaking so had my mom couldn’t get a firm grip on me so she could hug me. She makes me take half of a nerve pill which she keeps on her in case of panic/anxiety/nerve attacks. I’m in such a bad state that I can’t drive and I burst into crying fits the entire ride home.

So we get home and the pill’s started to kick in. I’m still really shaken and upset but I’m not literally shaking or sobbing uncontrollably. So I sit and watch some funny videos to calm myself down before I begin to hatch my plan.

I looked up Dr. Bluff and his office on google and on every link on the first two pages of google that had a review function I left a 1-star reviewing detailing my experience. I ended them all by saying that the only reason i would ever go back would be to get my pre-paid retainer and that I was absolutely terrified that I would die in that office.

I sincerely was. I still am.

Anyway. A few hours later, i get a call. IT’S DR. BLUFF AND HE WANTS TO TALK TO ME. He says that he heard that I “didn’t have a good experience today.” He gave a few excuses, tripping over himself to not actually apologize for anything, and then offered to comp the cost of my retainer (which was up to $300 that we paid since we don’t have dental insurance). He only asked that I take down the review (he had only seen one).

But the next day, it got better. We were running like ten minutes late to the appointment and I was freaking the whole time. The second we signed in we got called back. Dr. Bluff invited us into his office and invited us to sit down (we didn’t). He apologized without somehow managing to properly apologize but in the end he comped the cost of my retainer, offer to have a 3D model of my teeth made & shipped to us for future reference FOR FREE, and asked if he could use my review (all versions of which I had since taken down but he had actually saved) for training purposes. I agreed. Mom also made a point of reminding him that he had a lot of younger kids who came through his office and weren’t used to dental work like I was.

To put it in my mother’s words, he was eating crow.

So now, about two weeks later, I’m sitting here with my retainer in my mouth and a dull but persistent ache in my shoulder thanks to the thrashing & gagging that their shitty impression made me do. I actually had to miss a day of work because of the pain. But personally, I think that in end it balanced out.

[matildapope-blog]

—— THE BASICS !

FULL NAME: Matilda Abigail Pope

AGE: Seventeen

DATE OF BIRTH: 18th of April 2004

BLOODSTATUS: Muggleborn

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

—— CLOSER TO HOME !

FATHER: Hiram Pope

MOTHER: Lucille Pope

SIBLING(S): Joshua Pope (22), Grace Pope (23), Eunice Pope (25), Noah Pope (29)

HOMETOWN: Chedworth Village, Gloucestershire

—— ON THE SURFACE !

FACE CLAIM: Brittany O’Grady

HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: Black, Natural Curls

EYE COLOUR: Dark brown

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5″4 135lbs

BUILD: Slim but curvy, somewhat athletic.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Double lobes both ears, two cartilage on left ear and conch on the right. Has septum pierced but has a small placeholder bar in it for now. No tattoos yet because money but many plans.

CLOTHING STYLE: Whatever she picks off the floor that doesn’t smell too bad. Flannels? Crop Tops? Sweats? Jumpers? She wears a bit of everything.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Eyebrows, freckles, slight overbite of front two teeth, dark discolouration from scarring on left shoulder.

ACCENT/VOICE: Fairly grey-area southern English accent, rich and not very high pitched.

—— DIGGING DEEPER !

STAR SIGN: Aries

MBTI: ESTP

ENNEGRAM TYPE: The Enthusiast

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

COLOUR PERSONALITY: Hot Pink #FF69B4

BIG FIVE PERSONALITY TEST: O - 65% C - 12.5% E - 85% A - 73% N - 37.5%

THEME SONG: Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis / Peaches - The Presidents of The United States of America / Take Me To Church - Hozier

HOBBIES: Amateur Escape Artist, Gobstones, Exploring, binge drinking, Gymnastics, attempting to carve her initials into every table in the entire Castle.

—— BEHIND THE WIZARD !

WAND TYPE: Maple Phoenix feather 11" Supple

PATRONUS: Brown Hare (according to Pottermore)

AMORTENTIA: Petrol, Broom Polish, Bonfire, Cotton Sheets, Salt

BOGGART: Herself in a cage so small she can barely move.

—— FOR THE MEMES !

WHAT BREAD ARE YOU: Soft Pretzels

WHAT COCKTAIL ARE YOU: Long Island Iced Tea

GREEK GOD PARENTAGE: Hermes

HOW WOULD YOU DIE IN THE MIDDLE AGES: Burned at the stake

WOULD YOU SURVIVE A SHAKESPEARE PLAY: You would not survive a Shakespeare play.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY SOULMATE:

THE VINE THAT REPRESENTS YOU BEST: ‘when mom isn’t home’ w james tbh

THE PICTURE OF AN ANIMAL IN SUNGLASSES THAT REPRESENTS YOU THE BEST: