#there is no reason a 28 year old man wants to date a woman that much younger than him that’s not predatory

[theiceandbones]

Whenever I see a post that starts like “my (20f) boyfriend (28m)” I’m like ohhh he’s using you

[pleasantphantomhologram]

The Yellow Sundress that you like

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Y/N 

Summary: He loves you and your cunty Yellow sundress

Warning: SMUT NO PLOT / MDNI / Please i am just so horny after saw tha Pascalispunk Insta story 😭/ a bit of Daddy kink/ Breeding kink/ unsafe sex 🙏 

A/N: This is myyyy very veryy verrrryyy first smuutttttt, so it is so messy here and there, because i make this while being horny over this man, OMG, IDK, BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, (please spare me 😭🙏 if there are so many grammar error)

"... i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."

When everyone else is choosing to spend their year-end holidays in four-season countries, seeing snow or going to the highlands, you and Pedro decided to spend your year-end holiday on a beautiful private island with pristine white sand, owned by one of Pedro's friends.

There's no need to ask how you ended up there, the point is that Pedro always makes sure Y/N just has to relax and enjoy the vacation. Yes, your lover, who has a significant age gap of almost 20 years, loves to spoil Y/N. Whenever Pedro has a free schedule after shooting all sorts of film projects or TV series, he will always come home to your apartment.

Honestly, sometimes you still find it hard to believe that you, a 28-year-old woman who only works as a publicist team for a major production house, can be in a relationship with a megastar, Pedro Pascal.

You met when Pedro was on a media tour for the series Narcos, and you met by chance at a private celebration, and after that..., the rest is history, until now you have been in a relationship for five years.

Five years with the man of every woman and man's dreams sometimes makes Y/N insecure. Yes, for five years you still don't want to publicize your relationship for various reasons. Of course, Pedro understands and follows your wishes.

"I always ready if you decide to be open about our relationship baby. You are the most amazing partner and lover I ever have. Do not worry too much okay," he said at that time.

Although their relationship is still a secret, Y/N has introduced Pedro to her parents and vice versa, you have been introduced by Pedro to his siblings and parents.

It feels like this is enough for you, because you know that this man loves you, truly, very much, loves you.

But for Pedro, all this is certainly not enough. As someone who has the love language of acts of service, spoiling you is one of the things the man loves.

There have been countless times when Pedro suddenly sent a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower, to your office or apartment with cheesy little notes like

'i miss you, ma belle'

When you were menstruating, without being asked or requested, Pedro was ready to buy all your menstrual needs, from snacks, heat packs, and of course himself as a human-sized teddy bear who was ready to hug you when your stomach cramps started to attack.

Hey, of course this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for both of you in the midst of his busy life as a Hollywood actor.

Of course, this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for the two of you in the midst of his busy schedule as a Hollywood actor.

For the past three days, the two of you have been waking up late at this beachside cottage, sunbathing and making out like smitten teenagers, and having a romantic dinner afterwards. However, today a naughty idea crossed your mind.

For five years of dating, you already know what your lover likes when you have sex and the favorite thing that Pedro has never directly told you is how he is very aroused when you wear this yellow floral sundress.

Every time you wear a summer dress that really shows off every curve of your beautiful body, you know Pedro follows your every move like a lion eyeing its prey to eat. This time, you want to prove the hypothesis.

That morning Pedro woke up earlier than you, yes, this was your chance to give a naughty surprise to the hot guy. You started to dress up, wearing

Pedro's favorite white floral lingerie and then wearing your favorite sundress. The dress was really tight with a slit as high as your hips and your final touch was, you decided not to wear underwear.

You checked your appearance in front of the mirror once more, feeling okay, you rushed to Pedro who was reading a book on a beach chair and only wearing blue boxers.

"Baby ..." you called.

"Yes, ho .." Pedro was stunned to see your super hot appearance. The sundress had low shoulders that showed your big and tempting cleavage. There was a warm rush flowing towards Pedro's crotch because he saw how sexy his lover was.

"Well, well, is it my birthday today?" he asked, a naughty grin appeared on his face when you decided to sit on Pedro's lap.

"Baby ..., you are not wearing panty?" you shook your head while smiling naughty.

"No, I want to give you a lil surprise."

"Surprise? What kind of surprise doll?" asked Pedro while slowly stroking your thigh and slightly tickling your groin that was not wearing underwear.

"I know, you have a thing with a sundress baby. You are always so horny when I wear my sundress. Today, what if we find out if my hypothesis is true."

"Ah ..., you got me baby. I love sundress, I love how this slutty dress fits your body perfectly, I always imagine to bend you over on my desk then fuck you harder, until your leg shaking and beg me to breed you."

"uhum, what if we do that now Daddy? Bend me over, spread my leg and eat me in this slutty sundress.

Hearing Pedro's words made the hair on your neck stand on end. Not because of fear, but goosebumps imagining how the man uses your vagina as he pleases and makes you forget everything.

"Hell yeah baby. As you wish." Pedro began to explore every inch of your slender neck and lowered your dress until it was off and only showed a white see trough bra, which of course he immediately took off too and finally showed your ripe breasts with areola and white slightly pink.

lick, suck, tracing every inch of it it’s the most favorite thing that Pedro likes about your boobs. He loves your boobs so much, and when he plays with it, you can’t help but moan every suck, every lick of his tongue.

It’s so good that you are not aware you are already grinding your cunt (who is already soaking wet) into his hard groin.

“Ugh.. baby.. please.”

“Please what baby?” asked Pedro.

“I need your finger, please..”

“Not my cock babe?” He teases you with his fingers that are now circling slowly at your clit and make you moan in his ears.

“nggh, not yet, i want your fing… nggh...” You hardly finished your words.

“Show me how bad you want my fingers,�� Y/N whined a bit, but she didn't stop herself and guided Pedro's fingers into her hole.

“Please papi, there.. please” He smirked to see your horny face while touching your wall and moving his finger the way you usually like.

Like the sex toy, Pedro moves his finger slowly and hits your very-very sweet spot that makes your cunt wetter and now you can hear your own sloppy cunt gettin fucked by his finger.

“Damn it babe, it became wetter than usual. Are you that horny?” he asked.

“Ungh, always wet for you papa.”

“My lovely princess. Tell me princess, what do you want next?” his fingers still slowly touching your sweet spot.

"ahn,.. i.. i.. unggh papa.."

“What mi amor.”

“i.. ahnn.. fuck me with your tongue..”

“My tongue? Be specific Y/N”

“I want your tongue lick my clit slowly and suck it. and fuck my hole with your tongue.”

"That's it, good girl. Okay, one cunnilingus for my girl.” He easily lifted your body and now you have splayed on top of the table beside him, he slowly touched your inner thighs then spread it then brought his mouth into your cunt and did as you said before.

“YES…” You, always love how he fucks your cunt with his tongue. the way he circles his tongue on your clit and licks it like he licks his favorite ice cream flavor.

“Daddy. so good..”

“Only for you baby. You are looking so good, hot, and tempting. Splayed below me, with this cunt dress.” He said still focusing on making you moan and cum, of course.

“C..cum.. i want…”

“Come baby, give daddy your cunt Juices.” then you cum on his mouth while he eats your pussy and he happily accepts your juice and eats it.

"Come here baby." He said as he guides you to kiss him, to taste your juice on his mouth in between the kisses.

"Thank you papa.." you smile at him.

“Aha, not yet baby. we haven't started anything yet. Now, bend over. show me your cunt.” His tone is very clear.

"Yes daddy." You said as you bend over him, spread your thighs and show your wet hole.

“Such a nice view. I think I can fuck you all day long with this dress.” He said.

"That's my plan papa."

“a very nice plan baby. should we change all of your wardrobe into sun dress?”

“and you fuck me everyday? I like that.” you said a bit wiggling your ass teasing him that already naked and showing his fat cock standing proudly.

“Okay, consider it done. Now, show me how that tight cunt works baby.” He slowly teases your entrance with his tip then thrusts his fat cock into your already wet hole.

“OH FUCK, so big.. papi.. yes, harder please, fuck me hard and fa..fassth” you said in the middle of your moan. First, he moves his ass slowly, like he's savoring every inch of your warm wall that sometimes massages his dick.

“Damn, Y/N it's still this tight. you are so fucking warm and tight.”

Suddenly he moves faster hitting your sweet spot again and again. You both already forget that you are still outside (Luckily it is a private island and your cottage is located in a very-very private area)

“Fuck..baby.. I think I'm going to cum..”

“Yes..please…please give me your cum papi. make me pregnant with your seeds.” with his last thrust, He cum inside yours, giving his seeds wishing it is successfully making you pregnant. He then pulls his dick and carries you in a bridal style to the room.

"Pedro.."

"Yes baby."

"I still remember when you gave me this sundress."

"Yeah, what about it baby."

“At first, I was very insecure about it.” Pedro is still listening to you.” Because.. you know, my body is not that I don't know how to say it.”

Pedro took you to bed and lay beside you. "You know, i kinda feel insecure about my body, it is.. kinda big, especially my thigh. sometimes i don't like it."

"Oh baby, i don't want you to think about your body like that. You know, i admire you as you are, besides, i love this big thigh and ass. You, baby, is the sexiest human being on earth, that i am so grateful that i meet you. Don't compare yourself with others, okay? And, i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."He said with a smile on his face as he carresing your hair.

"I love you papi."

"And i love you too mi amor."

[beddybites]

Chop chop Hashira girl, i want the backstories of the 3, 30 episodes and 15 seasons for tomorrow (i love them so much sobs)

first of all , honored u see me as the hashira girl

the story is still very much in development but since ur interested ill at least tell u a bit about them!

im so sorry this took so long :,D none of my drafts about this post ever saved so i lost the strength

Huntwoe Hill is a dark fantasy story with central themes on family and relationships and the dark forces that can harm them— whether it be from outside the family, or inside

i recently had to make a comic page about them, so i’ll share that here!

the first novel focuses on Wren Bishop, a sensitive and witty 18 year old girl who struggles with depression and left home as a result of her family’s treatment of her. as the “black sheep” of the Belladonna family, she has a habit of being really hard on herself. she specializes in photography and poetry, and loves birds

her closest friend is her older cousin Russel Rook (23), an elementary school music teacher and the golden boy of the Belladonna family. he’s a very kind hearted man who has been by Wren’s side since she was born. he’s dating a woman named Daisy, and volunteered to help chaperone her students on a field trip

Russel, Daisy, and 28 children go missing during their stay on Huntwoe Hill, a giant mountain that hundreds and thousands of people have died or gone missing in. because of this, the teachers and their students are almost immediately deemed to have not survived the harsh conditions of the mountain. Wren senses something is wrong, and goes on a one-man search for them

along the way she encounters their Uncle Foggy, who she had not seen in over eight years, as he was kicked out of the Belladonna family for reasons she was never told about. he’s a jaded and silly thirty year old man who used to tell his nieces and nephews all sorts of stories about the mountain. estranged and distancing himself, he sought to protect his family and uncover a curse inflicted upon them

Uncle Foggy reveals to Wren that the mountain serves as a doorway for all kinds of creatures and ghouls, and he works for an organization that hunts them

Wren, of course, doesn’t believe him until she encounters these creatures first hand

i can go into more depth about them in the future! this story has been years in the making and it’s still heavy in development, and i dont typically talk about my own oc’s, so we’ll see …

there is a much much larger cast, i’ve only designed three of them though haha

main sources of inspiration for this story stem from Demon Slayer, Haunting of Hill House, Midnight Mass, Soul Eater and the Doctor Strange comics/movies from MARVEL

thank you for being interested in them ahhhh! apologies again for how long this took :,0

[pollymorgan]

Ex-husband Negan Part 5

Warnings: An asshole named Negan and a woman who can't get over him.

Luckily, nothing serious happened to David, except maybe the scare of his life. Negan really pulled himself together. Maybe he has finally become sensible. I had actually given up hope.

When my daughters miraculously went to school on time and Negan left the house with them, I took a deep breath.

What had happened in the last few hours?

I really feel that as soon as my ex-husband is near me for longer than five minutes, he throws my whole life into absolute chaos.

Inevitably, I had to think about the last night and my pulse immediately accelerated. It was just madness. This man still knows my body better than I do. No one can touch me the way he does. Instantly, I felt that tingling in my stomach again. That damn feeling that has often led me into misery.

19 years ago

Even though I had left my old home eight years ago to build my own life in New York, I kept in touch with my best friend Harper. Harper and I spent our entire school years together, and our connection never broke despite the distance. We used to be a trio, but Scarlet unfortunately became one of the main reasons why I had moved away so hastily.

God, I was so stupid back then not to recognize the signs and always make excuses for Negan and her. But sometimes you are so blinded that you only realize it when you see it with your own eyes.

The fact that Harper has been dating Negan's best friend Simon for a few years was, admittedly, really strange for me at first. After all, I tried with all my might to erase Negan from my life, but by now we had been separated for ages and the anger had subsided over the years. The anger, yes, but unfortunately not all the other feelings I felt towards him. If I was honest with myself, I immediately compared every new man in my life to him. Even though I didn't want to, I thought so often about our time together. Everything reminded me of him, even though I lived in a completely different city, but you can't run away from feelings.

Whenever Harper happened to mention something about Simon and Negan during our hours-long phone calls, I immediately became quiet and absorbed every piece of information. Of course, I never asked directly, my pride was too great for that, but it seemed that this guy would remain my weakness forever.

This is also how it came about that Harper invited me to her birthday. I was very excited for the house party at her place and took a few days off to fly to my old city.

After we were both incredibly excited on the phone that I would be able to follow her invitation, Harper suddenly became quite serious at the other end.

"Negan will be there too..." she said calmly.

Immediately I was speechless. Why would he show up there? After all, it's my best friend's birthday, not Simon's. I cleared my throat briefly, but then I absolutely did not want to spoil their, or my, mood.

"Yes, of course... it's totally okay! I'm looking forward to seeing him again after so long... Oh man, we were teenagers and now you're already 28, you old hag..." I joked, even though I didn't feel like joking at all, thinking about my ex-boyfriend who had broken my heart in such a brutal way.

"Yes, yes ..first get to my age! At 27, you still talk so easily." Harper countered.

Until the day of the party, I managed to push the thought of seeing Negan again out of my mind. However, when I rang her doorbell, the nervousness crept up on me. Is he already there? How will he react to me? And how will I react to him? Does he still think about me sometimes? Does he even miss me occasionally?

When Harper greeted me with the words that I was the first guest, a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Of course, postponed is not canceled, but in that moment I felt a strange relief.

We embraced joyfully and I congratulated her from the bottom of my heart. Then I handed her a bottle of her favorite Prosecco and a self-made voucher for a weekend in New York. She had wanted to visit me so many times, but the plans always failed and in the end, I was always the one who visited.

The greeting with Simon was a strange mix of a handshake and a hug, so I was glad when Harper asked me if I could help her in the kitchen.

It was my first visit to the two of them since they had moved into a shared apartment. The whole thing was really strange for me, everything seemed so adult, almost bourgeois. Not at all like I knew her. Okay, we had grown up, but somehow time seemed to have stood still for me. Since I went to New York at the age of 19, not much had changed in my lifestyle. Except that I had a steady job and earned my own money.

Harper's kitchen was full of modern appliances, while at home, I was happy if I could find a sharp knife.

But before we started preparing the rest of the food, Harper opened us two beers and within seconds, everything was just like old times. We joked and laughed about the most trivial things, and soon the first guests arrived. The doorbell kept ringing, and then Simon opened the door to let the next ones in. People would then show up in the kitchen after a few seconds, congratulating my friend on her birthday. Some of them I knew from before, while others were new acquaintances, mainly her coworkers. Mentally, I tried to match the names to the stories that Harper had told me during one of our phone conversations.

Superficially, I played it cool, but inside, I was boiling. A thousand times, I played in my mind how I would react if Negan walked in through the door. I kept envisioning that one scene that made me startle every time the doorbell rang.

I opened another beer and then helped Harper set up the buffet. The salads were piling up, she had prepared so much. Everything was planned down to the smallest detail. The color scheme of the decor matched, and the dishes were all from the same brand.

With my arms crossed on my hips, I admired everything. "Wow, I have to say, you've really become the perfect housewife, while I..."

"While you still have the hottest ass in all of America... Damn, just look at her. God bless America!" a very familiar voice interrupted me.

Amidst all the commotion around us, I hadn't even noticed that Negan had entered the kitchen. Being surprised by his presence made it even harder. I took a deep breath and then turned with a smile on my face to face him.

He was already so close to me that there was barely any space between us, and his face put on that typical grin. I hadn't seen him in so long, but his green-brown eyes looked familiar to me. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss on my cheek.

I literally inhaled his scent, a mixture of rugged aftershave, cigarette smoke, and his own unique scent. Instead of letting go immediately, he held me much longer than necessary, and I was frozen in his arms.

"It feels unbelievably great to finally feel you so close again..." he whispered in my ear, and I immediately got goosebumps all over my body.

None of the prepared lines came out of my mouth.

He hadn't forgotten how to charm me, if anything, he seemed to have perfected it.

I stared at him wordlessly until he suddenly leaned in even more. Bewildered, I evaded him, and he grabbed one of the beer bottles that were right behind me.

Amused by my reaction, he winked at me and clinked his bottle against mine. Then he disappeared into the living room. Suddenly, a former classmate approached me and hugged me to greet me. She immediately started talking a mile a minute, but I couldn't follow her words as I kept thinking about the recent situation with Negan.

Some time passed before we all decided to move to the living room. Negan and Simon were standing by the window, smoking a cigarette. I tried my best not to stare at him constantly, but I caught myself doing it repeatedly.

Harper introduced me to Daniel, one of her coworkers. The three of us sat down with a few others at the living room table. The conversation was already in full swing, so it was easy for me to just join in.

I was in the middle of telling the others about the most unique restaurants in New York when I suddenly felt someone sit next to me on the couch. Without looking, I could tell it was Negan. Immediately, my heart rate increased, but I tried not to show it and continued talking.

Negan started a conversation with Daniel, who was still sitting next to me, so I leaned further forward so they could talk better. Negan leaned even closer behind my back to his conversation partner, and suddenly, I felt his hand on my hip. A bolt of electricity shot through my body, but I tried not to show it. As if that wasn't enough, my t-shirt had ridden up slightly in this position, and Negan began gently stroking the bare skin of my back with his thumb. God, how I had missed this feeling. I pushed all doubts aside and just focused on his tender touch and what it was doing to me.

It was only when I heard my name that I was snapped out of my trance.

"What?" I asked, startled, looking at Negan, who straight ened and then smiled knowingly at me.

"The beer at Dawson's is a disaster..." he laughed.

I leaned back against the couch and then looked at Daniel.

"Oh yes, terrible... gave me the hangover of my life," I tried to somehow join the conversation.

"That was probably more about the quantity than the quality..." Negan noted amusedly and reached for my thigh. His hand stayed there for the next while, until I loudly declared that I needed to visit the restroom and disappeared there.

Upon reaching the bathroom, I straightened up in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection questioningly. Where was all of this leading? I didn't have an answer.

As soon as I opened the door to go back, Negan was standing right in front of me. Lost in my thoughts, I bumped into him.

"Hey... not so hasty! Is it already midnight, or why are you in such a hurry, Cinderella?" he said, holding my upper arms.

"Would you search for me if I lost my shoe?" I asked, looking at him inquisitively.

"I may not be a damn prince, but fuck, honey. I would turn the whole world upside down to find you..." he replied.

I'm not sure if I was the one who took a step back, or if he led me back to the bathroom, but suddenly we were there. Negan closed the door behind him and locked it, not taking his eyes off me.

"And what would you do when you find me?" I asked innocently, nervously biting my lower lip.

Negan pulled me towards him abruptly and kissed me just as passionately.

"Exactly this..." he whispered into my open mouth before our tongues touched. In that kiss lay all the desire and the incredible longing that had been dormant in me for the past years. I clutched onto the hair at the back of his head as if I never wanted to let go.

Slowly, my mouth traveled along his jaw, his beard pleasantly scratching my lips, and when I touched his neck, I felt his Adam's apple slightly vibrate.

"I was such a damn idiot..." he now whispered softly.

"Oh yes, you were... I think now would be the right time to make things right..." I said, as I was already undoing the belt of his pants.

Negan grinned at me, "If we stay in here any longer, everyone outside will know what we've been up to in here."

"Very good..." I said with a smile and was about to kneel down, but he stopped me.

"Stop, we don't have time for that now..." as he said that, he turned me around so that my back was to him, then crossed his arms in front of me and pulled me close to him. The feeling of his strong body made me even more unrestrained.

"Baby, believe me, I'll do anything you want, but first, I just need to feel your sweet pussy around my cock... I've missed you so incredibly much..." he growled in a deep voice directly into my ear and pushed me towards the washing machine, until I eventually leaned against it.

The lower arm of his left arm landed on my back and gently pushed my upper body down. While holding me in this position, with his right hand, he pulled down my jeans and underwear, and I excitedly helped him until they were hanging around my knees, presenting Negan with my naked behind. His hand traveled up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I spread my legs as much as I could. Then his flat hand landed directly on my center. Gently, he ran his fingers through my folds, and just the feeling made me moan.

"Please, I need your cock..." I pleaded.

With the hand that had just touched my most intimate area, he gave me a light spank on the behind.

"And let no one say dreams don't come true..." Negan exclaimed enthusiastically.

[emilythedog661-tf2]

My TF2 Morden AU

Here is another instalment of my TF2 Alternate Universes, todays AU is about if the mercenaries lived in the 21st century in todays society, info is under the cut snd i hope you like it 😋

First we have the Mercenaries who aren't Mercenaries -

Scout - Scout who is named Jeremy Fast was born in 1996 making his 28 and he is a high school PE teacher for the boys, he is a good PE teacher but he been in trouble with the school a few times after parents complain that he's been flirting with the high school girl all between 13 - 16, he grew up with his single mom and his 8 half brothers and he is the youngest of the brothers, he's not sure who his dad was when he was younger but then he found out when he was 18 from his mom that his dad was a guy from france who met Jeremy's mom at the bar she works at while on a buisness trip, they then hit it off, had a one night stand then scout's mom had Jeremy, Jeremy's dad then disappeared after Jeremy was born but he still kept in contact with Jeremy's mom for child support, the only issue Jeremy has is that he can't seem to get a girlfriend, he went though dating apps, went out public areas like bars and concerts and even ask woman if they were single but nothing worked making him feel depressed that he can't get anyone to love him, another issue is that he has ADHD so he struggles to socialise full time and gets easily distracted, lastly, he's uses TikTok a lot to make random videos and he is a little popular on the platform but still can't get a girl to like him.

Soldier - Soldier who is named John Dow was born in 1979 making him 45 years old, he is a ex-military man who got let go from the military after being mentally unstable to be in the military, he found out from the military after being in it for 15 years that he has undiagnosed asperger's which was the reason the military had to let him go, John didn't want to be let go as he was used to being in the military for so long and he had nobody to go to as he was a orphan since he was 2 but he now on his own for a while with a single apartment that he bought with his veteran pension, he was also accepted to have a service dog for his asperger's and he ends up having a yorkshire terrier named Squibbs (This is based on my late yorkie with the same name and i just think it's funny seeing Soldier having a small dog like a yorkie as a service dog), the apartment he lives in also introduced him to his opposite neighbour named Dell and John is now having a sexual crisis as he has romantic feeling for Dell.

Pyro - Pyro who forgot his name was a firefighter but then he got into a accident where his body got completely burnt, he also gained severe memory loss after banging his head on a falling wooden board trying to get out the fire and now he stays in a care home as he started to act childish and unstable, he is not dangerous or unpredictable, he is just a lost and severely burnt human with mental issues that the doctor and nurses are trying their best to help him, he loves to draw, make balloon animals, is easily entertained and he has a big imagination but he can't seem to get his old memories back as he can't remember anything or anyone from his past life.

Demoman - Demoman who is named Travish Degroot was born in 1989 making him 35 years old, he is a workaholic who works many different jobs in his birth country of scotland and he is very well known in his hometown form all the jobs he has, his mother use to be a workaholic like Travish until she retired at 65, Travish's family now has loads of money that demoman got from all the jobs he done and he with his mother now have a nice house together, the jobs the Travish have is a cashier, a waiter, a carer for animals at shelters and rescues, a computer tech, a cameraman for some tv shows, a boom mic operator and other things, Travish is happy with his life and he doesn't seem to want to stop doing jobs.

Heavy - Heavy who is named Mikhail or Misha for short was born in 1968 making him 56 years old and is popular wrestler in russia, he has multiple awards and is a celebrity in russia, the reason he became a wrestler was to help his single mother and 3 sisters as they grew up poor and their dad died a few months after the youngest sister was born, Misha's baby sisters are now 34, 32 and 30 and they are happily living their lives thanks to Misha supporting them when they left home, the 3 sisters are now living happily with their husband with their kids and Misha loves his nieces and nephews like they were his kids, Misha is now living happily still being a celebrity and he also has a girlfriend named sylvia, the pair have been dating for 5 years now and they act like a married couple even if they aren't married yet.

Engineer - Engie who is named Dell Conagher was born in 1980 making him 44 years old and he was born in beehive, texas, he was raised by both his dad and grandad with no mother as she left after giving birth to Dell and his grandmother died of cancer a year before Dell was born so he had no mother figure, both Dell's dad and grandad did a good job raising Dell and he helped around his dad and grandad's family buisness which was a mechanical buisness, the buisness helped fix cars, machines and recently as of 2010, technology too, Dell learn everything about mechanics getting a few PhDs for it and when he turned 18, he moved out of texas saying bye to his dad as he grandad sadly died when he was 13 and he started a mechanical buisness in america, he was doing well with his buisness and he had help fixed loads of things over the years but he decided to keep living in a apartment when he has enough to buy a house, he then met his new neighbour, John and the pair hit it off really well with even Dell adoring John's Service Yorkie, after a while though, Dell realised that he was starting to get feeling for John and he was having sexual crisis as he didn't even know he was gay until he met John, sure he didn't have a girlfriend but he just thought he was too busy to think about having one but now he was have gay thought about John and he didn't know what to do with them.

Medic - Medic who is named Wilhelm Ludwig or Will for short was born in 1984 making him 40 years old and he was born in stuttgart, germany, Wilhelm was raised by doctor parents so Will wanted to be one too but he ended up becoming a pathologist instead, Will was very good at his job with examining the dead body and finding out the cause of death to the body during investigation for detectives and the police, he was so good at his pathologist job that he was called a pathologist sherlock as he would always get it right, he was soon hired by investigators in different countries to help them with examining dead bodies and he ended up helping to solve many cases, one of these trips he went to was australia and during a day off before going back to germany, he ends up meeting a animal photographer named Mike, the pair hit off talking about animals mainly birds and they decided to keep in contact with each other, the pair soon met up often with Will visiting Mike in australia and soon, the pair started to get romantic feelings for each other, Mike would also sometime go to germany to visit Will and the pair went to places where Will knew Mike would like.

Sniper - Sniper who is named Mike Mundy was born in 1994 making him 30 years old and he born to his bio parents in new zealand but then dumped Mike off at a orphanage when he was 6 months old, he was then soon adopted by his adopted parents when he was 12 months old and his new parents were elderly parents both being in their early 40s, Mike adored his adopted mother becoming a mama's bot but he has a love-hate relationship with his dad as his dad was grumpy, always wanted to argue and never showed affection but still loved Mike as a son in his own way, Mike growing up was always picked on by the other boys for being skinny and having elderly parents but he ended up being quite handsome when he got to his teen years, he soon moved out when he was 20 and lived in a small apartment a few mintues druve away from his parents, he got a job as a photographer for special occasions like weddings, baby showers, birthdays and other things and he ended up getting a lot of money for it, he then became a animal photographer from magazines and the pictures became popular making him more money, he did ask his parents if he could use some of his money to fix up the home but his dad rejected the offer saying the house was fine so Mike put half of his money to the side for his future while using the rest to buy a RV, he then sold his apartment and then traveled around australia to take pictures of animals and irs how he met Wilhelm, Mike liked Wilhelm as they both have a big love of bird and he never had anyone who shared his interests before so he was happy to have a friend, he soon realised though that he was getting feelings for Will and he hoped Will liked him back.

Spy - Spy who is named Jacque Voclain was born in 1976 making him 48 years old and he was born in france, Jacque is a very busy businessman and he works for a very popular french company, he's worked at the company for years going from a rookie to the CEO of the company, he has also traveled around a lot and it's how he met Jeremy's mom and accidentally had Jeremy with her, Jacque payed Child support to Jeremy's mom until Jeremy was 18 and he doesn't hear for Jeremy himself but his mom fills Jacque in on what he's done and what he's been doing over the almost 3 decades Jeremy being around, Jacque had never really met anyone else after Jeremy's mom and he did try to find someone similar to her but it never worked, Jacque hopes to meet up with Jeremy's mom again as he still loved her after all of these years but he wished she didn't have all those kids with different men.

That's all for now and i'll add more if i think of anything else, see you all next time! 😋

[junespriince]

Aita?

Boss won't fire me, but is actively trying to kill me more than the speed force is.

Me, the Flash (29yo m) have been not only forced by my boss, Buttman(old as dirt, m) to keep the job my uncle had but to also expect me to not slack in my other jobs outside of this one.

I've lost so much in this unfortunate, and down right inhumane treatment because I'm a speedster and "balance needs to be kept, the justice league needs a speedster, Flash. It's basics universe lore that was given to you as a child." Like, I know jackass, you made me memorize it if I wanted to go on young justice league missions, a school inside of child labor this man was a monster then as he is now.

He won't take the time to learn I'm not like my uncle before me, he treats me like I'm a child because me and Cy, (28, m) are the youngest in the league right now!

I have loss my time dealing with this bullshit, my job before I moved in with my hubby I had to moved to my boss terf because it's cheaper (I wonder why.), my patience for putting up this clearly unhealthy and unjust treatment towards me (dating your boss son is technically a bad business practices, BUT I WASN'T WORKING FOR HIM TO BEGIN WITH, I was dating my old boss, duh, an even horrible practice but I like my men in power what can I say.), and my temper for dealing with a horrible and stubborn man, broadman I know you're reading this, this is why you have a hard time connecting with your kids, if i was your kid I'd runaway too with my handsome best friend.

Anyways, today he had a mission that was stupid. His plans got me almost killed and when I brought it up to him, he had the nerve to say to me "well if you stopped talking on your phone during the debrief, you would have survived it better." First of all, I listen and follow his plan to the T, all my i's were dotted and my t's were crossed, his plan just sucked and I know knew it did because he told auntie Wonder Woman about it and agreed it sucked, and also I WAS TEXTING YOUR SON MY HUBBY THAT I WAS GONNA BE LATE FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY YOU TRIED TO KILL ME ON! So I let him have it. I told him this: "I don't understand this beef we have, it's been years and you were there for our wedding happy to see him happy, so why do you hate me? It's not for any reason I hate you for. You fired your son took HIS Mantle away, fight him over a little thing what wasn't a big deal at the time to him getting angry you replaced him with another kid entirely because you suck at communicating he assumes he failed you somewhere down the line after years of undermining him, you and fans from that comic issue got side kid killed, that started ANOTHER riff because you didn't tell him and when he found out he tried to kill the joker which you stopped and saved the man who murdered your, at the time, youngest child while all you did was mope around and felt sorry for yourself, add another year of shit before now finally fixing your relationship with him and all you got on me is being there for your son and not being the most nicest to you. Grow up."

A few of our teammates told me I was an asshole for saying that to him, Wonder Woman and Green Arrow gave me a pat on the back and some lunch, and when I told this to my husband after finally getting back barely to make up for a crappy anniversary that I probably shouldn't have gotten onto him like that, but I don't see it.

So, reddit, with an unbiased option (I have seen the merch and ao3 tags, I know how much you freaks love this man. Or Superman, which sir, he dated your wife to get back at you years ago the fuck you took up for him for? Get a back bone.) am I the asshole?

Edit: I just think bastardman is homophobic.

Batman's edit: I'm not homophobic, my son could have done better than you is all.

Edit, edit: this is why Selina leaves you at the alter.

Batman's edit edit: this is why your parents beat you.

Edit edit edit: I'd tell you to suck my dick, but I don't want to fuel the freaks of ao3 to write us more, would rather have Kyle kiss me before this.

Batman 4x edit: come to the e meeting room. Now.

Edit 4x: fuck off old man, you can't tell me what to do.

Oracle: children, in my office, now.

Batman: yes ma'am...

Wally: yes ma'am...

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

BONUS POLL 3

Anti propaganda warning under the cut

V anti propaganda:

"- This man is so undatable, he's barely present in his own route or after end.

- The martyr complex this dude has is legitimately arrogant, taking blame for something you don't have control over isn't noble, it's just self-sabotaging. Taking blame for shit you do have control over and CHOOSING to change nothing makes the apology worthless. 🙃

-How does a man this rich have the balls to be so dumb? Bro, your bestie is also rich af and was gifted a fuckin island as a kid, why didn't you take the abused little ginger boys there for safety instead of shuffling one into a shady agency and the other to your increasingly unhinged gf who is waist-deep in setting up her cult?? Jumin would have had his back and V didn't even give him the chance to prove it!!

- This man chose to pursue a relationship with a woman who is mentally unstable and let himself become her whole world bc he felt guilty for treating his own disabled mother poorly. When you boil it down, this man chose a woman as a project and proposed to her within months instead of getting therapy for himself. 🫠

- V also lied to his and said gf's friends and family, telling them she committed suicide instead of turning her into the police for starting a cult, leading to the severe depression of her younger cousin and allowing her to continue drugging and brainwashing one of the twins he smuggled along with possibly hundreds of other people.

- When confronted over this, he still resists turning Rika into the police. For contrast, the younger cousin who idolized her immediately restrained her, stopped her from slipping party guests drugged wine and got the police on her. He is a 28 year old man and left the task to her 21 year old cousin who has had the emotional whiplash of finding out that not only was he right about V lying, but Rika is alive, AND she is very mentally unwell and has committed some major crimes.

- V is also mentally unstable af. In other routes, not just bad ends, he also returns to HELP HIS GF DO CULT SHIT.

- This is just subjective, but this wet mop of a man is also boring as shit which is why Cheritz kept him mostly vague and stuck to the background. If you want the fucked up relationship dynamics, just get one of the bad ends with Rika tbh, she at least serves lewks with her brand of crazy cunt.

- in short, you will never be in an equal partnership with this man and he won't be held accountable. The one time he tried, he said some pretty obviously triggering things to the crazy gf and got stabbed. He did not have the foresight to come with backup, announce where he would be, etc. He lived only because the gf that stabbed him calls you to come help him while she's still spiraling out of control.

I say this with full respect to the V fans, who are well aware that this man is an absolute mess and needs so much therapy before he's anywhere in the realm of salvaging his friendships, much less being dateable."

Baxter anti propaganda:

"baxter ward has a summer fling with you, which is fine because you agree to date only for the summer. however, when the time comes to break up, he does so in like the most brutal fashion possible. there was no need to be that much of a dick about it. he then proceeds to ghost you for five years.

five years later, when you meet once again, he opts to ignore you at best and continue being a dick at worst for the first half of step 4. there's no reason anyone should desire to get back together with the man. he needs therapy, not a partner."

[saccharinepet]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find NAIJA DAVIS, the THIRTY7 year old pharmacist originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they’re allocentric and assertive, but what you might not know is that they are a HUMAN, and that they’re hiding something… ―

✶ 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 ✶ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ✶ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✶

✶ 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐 ;

full name: Naija Marie Davis Agbani nickname: Nai birthdate: January 5th zodiac sign: Capricorn place of birth: Cardinal Hill, WA ethnicity: African American/Afro Brazilian gender: cis female pronouns: She/Her sexual orientation: Bisexual occupation: Pharmacist

✶ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 ;

Born and raised in Cardinal - moved away at the age of 28 up until the beginning of December (2 weeks ago)

Has an unhealthy obsession with tea to the point that it's become a hobby

Has a new companion, a baby tuxedo kitten named Alma (meaning soul)

A lover of all things scary/horror

Extreme sport fanatic. While her focus is mainly on boxing, Naija does love going hiking, snowboarding, parasailing, mountain climbing, etc.

When she's not at work, Naija can be found at the local boxing gym training new members

✶ 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦 ;

tw: domestic abuse, child abuse, gore, child death, depression alluding

Only child to Jeffrey and Viola Agbani, Naija had a pretty normal start to life. She was smart and observant by nature with a will to accomplish great things in her life. From a very early age, she knew that she wanted to work in medicine like her mother. Not a nurse because she simply could not handle the thought of always being surrounded by sick people and death, but she enjoyed learning about medications and its plentiful effects on the human body. 

For most of early life Naija's family seemed like the perfect little trio. A loving mother who doted on her at all times and taught her to be the independent and strong woman that she is today. Her father, being a man of God who ensured his family feared the Lord as much as he did, wasn't afraid to use the great book against their sinful behaviors. 

The yelling had become such a normal part of her life that Naija at first didn't intervene. She didn't understand why her father was always yelling at her mother for the smallest of things, but knew that he was a man of God and his reasoning perhaps were justified. It wasn't until she was fourteen years old when she first witnessed the physical pain her mother endured at her father's hands. 

Naija had been present one night her father struck, and in a wave of shock and confusion she ran to shield her mother from the blow, only to be struck and thrown to the side with minimal efforts. There was nothing that she could have done, and so she covered her eyes and ears and waited for it all to come to an end. 

Her mother consoled her after, as if Naija had been the one repeatedly harmed. That's when Viola explained it all to Naija. The years of pain that her loving father had put her mother through after endless nights of drinking, and the reason for her staying despite it all. Naija had wanted them to leave. To pack their stuff and go stay with other family members, but her mother wouldn't budge claiming that her father wasn’t a bad man and just needed help. 

Determined to put an end to her father's reign of terror, Naija sought help. She didn't tell anyone about what happened behind her house doors, but found a family friend who helped her get stronger. He taught her how to fight in a ring, and before she knew it Naija had become a force to be reckoned with. 

Somewhere along the way, she met a boy who claimed her heart and never let it go. Sebastian quickly became her favorite person. The two began to date, and even though his family didn't particularly like her, Naija held onto him, promising to never let go. 

It wasn't until her first year of college, when she began to see more bruises showing up on her mother again. The last few years had been good, Viola promised her, but out of nowhere her father had begun drinking again. His outburst became more violent and his abuse only grew. 

During one of Naija's home visits after moving into college, her father punched Viola in front of her for the first time since she was young, and all of the anger she had been saving poured out of her. Naija attacked Jeffrey violently until blood gushed out of his features. That night Naija gave him the option of leaving and never coming near her and her mother again, or calling the police and ruining his precious reputation forever. That was the last time she ever saw her father.

It went without saying that her next step in life was marrying Sebastian. With so much negative energy around their relationship coming from his family, and the bad memories of her own life rooted into every corner of Cardinal Hill, the two decided it would be best to move elsewhere to start their new life.

Mere months after moving to Minnesota, they found out they'd be having their first child. Naija had never thought about kids before, and while she expected to have some of their own, the news caught her off guard. She had fights lined up for months in advance that she would go to cancel in preparation for the growing life inside of her. 

After the initial shock dissipated, Naija was overjoyed to welcome her daughter - Maija - into the world. Naija and Bash went out of their way to ensure everything they could ever need was at their disposal, and that their child wanted for nothing. 

A year in, they received heart breaking news that would lead to their daughter's early demise at the age of five. Despite the diagnosis, Naija saw no decline in their daughter's health over the years and so she told herself it was all a misdiagnosis. That the doctors didn't know what they were talking about because how could her beautifully healthy daughter be dying?

To say that day was the worst day of her life was an understatement. Naija still didn’t understand how her healthy baby could be ripped from her arms so effortlessly by this cruel world. Trying to navigate that darkness built within her, and her marriage felt almost impossible. Sebastian grew distant and later asked for a divorce, which she acceded to only because she hoped it was just the emotion talking. She was too in her head to realize how serious he was until he was gone, and then acceptance became impossible. 

It took only a matter of months for the divorce papers to arrive, but Naija wasn’t someone who gave up so easily. She kept hold of them in the hopes that Sebastian would return but when he didn’t she sought him out. Moving back to Cardinal Hill hadn’t been in her plans, but she would follow where her heart went. If he truly wanted the divorce still then she’d sign the papers, but if there was even an inch of him that wished to heal from this torture they were both going through together then she’d be strong and hold on for both of them.

✶ 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ;

platonic ― naija was born and raised in cardinal hill so she'd have a plethora of friends and acquaintances around. this is including but not limited to confidant, best friend/ride of die, coworkers, volunteering friends, brunch buddies, gym connects, drinking buddies, and every day people that surround her. //

familiar ― has a very large family still in town so perhaps some cousins would be fun, or other people who have grown beyond friends and she considers family.

romantic ― this would be quite limited/new as she's soon to be divorced but old/new crushes, will they won't they, unrequited attractions, flirtationships etc.

antagonistic ― while she does her best to ignore those she doesn't care about, naija has always had a sharp and deadly tongue that only seemed to compliment her swift hands. there's definitely those people who get under her skin and vice versa.

[vivhaws]

FULL NAME: Vivienne Noelle Hawthorne

NICKNAME: Viv

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: She/her

SEXUALITY: bisexual, biromantic

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 40 + October 28, 1984

LENGTH OF TIME IN WINDSOR BAY: Born and raised, left after high school, returned a few years ago.

HOUSING: Owns a home in the suburbs.

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Book Nook

The Hawthorne’s kept to themselves, which is probably why Vivienne never pictured Windsor Bay as anything but her hometown. It wasn’t exciting, or interesting, or anything special. It was boring to Vivienne. Keeping to themselves made them be a pretty close-knit- family; minus Theodore. Theodore Hawthorne, Vivienne’s father, was an elusive man. He was always in and out of their lives, taking what he needed as he went. Vivienne, who always wanted more for the family unit, helped her mother in whatever ways she could as the (if not one of the) oldest. She enjoyed it immensely, taking the big sister role to heart, but that didn’t mean Viv had any desire to stay. Windsor Bay was full of familiar, nostalgic memories, but it never felt like home.

Viv moved across the country to Massachusetts for college, and simply never really left. She graduated, met her (now ex) wife, and fully intended on never leaving Boston. There was always something to do in Boston, someone to see and talk to in Boston. It was so unlike Windsor Bay, and while she stayed in contact with her mother and siblings back home, there was never a reason to make her visits too long or frequent or focus too much on its shores.

After getting married and settling down with a cushy writing job at a local community organization, things went pretty well for Viv. She was living the type of life she always imagined she would, and having a life of her own away from the sprawling walls of the Hawthorne home was better than expected. Until the divorce.

It hit them like a slap in the face; they suddenly wanted different things. Namely, Vivienne realized she wasn’t going to settle with never being someone’s mother. And while it was the hardest moment of their lives, they amicably and sorrowfully divorced. A strangely quick process later to keep things as amicable as possible, and Vivienne was suddenly alone.

Boston didn’t feel like Boston anymore, and suddenly feeling like she was out of options even when she wasn’t, she ran back to the place she used to know. Once back in Oregon, she adopted her daughter and became a mother for the first time at 35. She adopted 16-year-old Mia from upstate Oregon, and since they both needed a fresh start, Windsor Bay was where they settled.

Mia’s been out of the house and away at college for a few years now, and suddenly not sure what to do with herself, Vivienne traded in her empty-nesting syndrome and office job for a used book store, anxious to put her time and energy into something new. The Book Nook becomes her baby while her 20-year-old baby is in the city that never sleeps, and she absolutely puts out a few extra books about witchcraft and magic just to keep people who still care about Hawthorne’s name and backstory on their toes.

Has maybe been on two (2) actual dates since she returned to Windsor Bay, not wanting to go down another path that ends up in total heartbreak. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t seek out companionship in other ways, though.

Has 2 cats, a bonded pair of black cats named Bonnie and Clyde that she couldn’t pass up on.

Hates being alone with her thoughts!!! Is busy 89 percent of the time.

[from-the-clouds]

oh i have a question too since you've dated older men! what are your thoughts on age gaps? i mean like 7 to 10 years. the good, the bad...?

My irl boyfriend who I’ve been with for awhile is 7/8 years older than me! I think 10 years or less is like fine and might not be a problem depending on your age. Like if you were 18 dating a 28 year old that might be a little weird tbh, but I was mid-twenties and he was early 30s when we started seeing each other so I felt like it wasn’t weird esp bc we met at work. It also was hot to me because he was a little more advanced in his career and helped me out with a lot of financial stuff at the beginning of the relationship. He also didn’t like nickel and dime me every time we went out to dinner since he made more money than I did. I felt like he was very nurturing and sweet and did a good job taking care of me. I’ve always found in general I’ve gotten on better with older men compared to guys my age because they tend to be more mature, HOWEVER-

I’ve also dated guys a lot older than him and when you get to 10+ years is when I feel like you have to be careful. In my mid twenties I dated a guy in his 40s and a guy in his late 30s. and I found with the guy in his 40s that while he was nice and we had a lot of fun - he was ultimately very immature, which was why he was still single at his age. Nothing wrong with that but I just didn’t see him actually being able to be a reliable partner long term. And same with the guy in his late 30s. Like he was very kind and sweet and seemed very serious about planning for his future but had this ex girlfriend who was awful to him that he kept going back too which I felt like was kinda a red flag that he couldn’t end that relationship for good even though it was clearly toxic. I’m still friends with both of them now so they weren’t bad people just sort of unserious lol.

I think it’s all fun and games on here to fantasize about older men for fics and such, but I do think that in real life, when an older man (I’m talking 10+ years) is interested in you as a younger woman, there’s usually a REASON why he can’t pull women his age, or he’s a creep and will probably just find someone younger once you get too old. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten a lot better at seeing through bullshit and asking for what I want out of my partners, and I think that sometimes older men go for younger women because they think they will find someone who won’t call out their bad behaviors or will accept being not treated as well without leaving. I could talk about this subject for DAYS so I will stop now lol. I don’t think this is ALWAYS true, I’m sure there’s always exceptions to the rule, but I feel like you just have to be careful if you are dating a guy 10+ older than you.

[couldntbedamned]

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 28

Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters

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Chapter 28

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The dinner party he dreaded most finally arrived.

He and Peter were cordially invited to dinner at the home of Dr. Reed Richards and his wife Dr. Susan Storm. As the man had been coy about who the other guests would be, Stephen could only brace himself for sharing a table with Dr. Peggy Carter and probably Ms. Rambeau.

They probably wouldn't be able to leave early for dietary reasons, either, since Sue Storm had mentioned on the invitation that she would be cooking a kosher meal. He could only hope that his mobile went off and he'd have to go to the hospital. He could pull the Selecting Spouse card and insist Peter leave with him.

"It'll be okay," Peter said. "It's just a few hours for one night. Then we're done."

"Peter-" he stopped.

"What?" Peter asked as he tied his bow tie.

"If I am less than pleasant this evening, I want you to know that it isn't because of you. I am going to do my best to be polite and civil, but if I am not, I apologize."

"This is really hard for you," Peter said.

"Yes." He motioned helplessly. "I don't want to talk about it; not tonight."

"We don't have to talk about it at all," Peter said. "You're entitled to your privacy, even if legally speaking I'm not."

"No, I think... You deserve to know. Just... just not tonight."

Unlike everyone else Peter had met since moving to Sanctum Heights, Dr. Richards and his family lived in what could only be described as a penthouse. They were on the top floor of the tallest building in the town. He'd seen the Baxter Building, of course, but never gave much thought to the fact that it was first and foremost a living facility. There were seven floors of housing and the first three floors were dedicated to a learning center and daycare for children. Earlier that day when they'd met for their usual tea, cookies, and Winding Road Whispers date, Ava had told him that Dr. Sue Storm both founded and ran the Baxter Foundation's learning center.

"She's an impressive woman," Ava had said. "Absolutely remarkable and very kind."

"I just know that Stephen doesn't like her husband."

"It's complicated," Ava had finally said. "And it's not for me to explain."

Other than that, Ava had given him a run-down on the family and, reluctantly, Dr. Margaret Carter, who Stephen was positive would be there.

"Just breathe," Peter urged Stephen as the lift attendant took them to the top floor.

Whatever he'd been expecting, the Richards-Storm penthouse was not it.

It was light and open with one of the salmon-pink walls dedicated to showcasing a multitude of children's drawings. The teal carpeting was low-piled and in some cases, well-worn from what Peter knew from his time at his Shul's daycare were tracks from tricycles and toy trucks.

The living area featured charcoal grey sofas and armchairs, the backs of all draped with a thick quilt or knitted throw. The corner closest to the living area had a table set up for blocks, coloring, and others activities a curious child might like. Several toys were still on the floor, mere feet away from the trio of toy bins next to the table.

On the opposite side there was a dining area with a table set for six, and further back, Peter could see the kitchen which was open to the rest of the space.

"Welcome!" Sue greeted, striding towards Peter and Stephen with her arms outreached. "I'm so happy to have the two of you here in our home!"

She was a beautiful woman, Peter thought. Her blue eyes were gentle and kind and her blonde hair was styled into an elegant knot at the nape of her neck.

"Thank you for having us," Peter said. It seemed Stephen wasn't quite ready for words just yet.

"You're the first to arrive, even before Richard," Sue told them. "He got pulled into a consultation at work. I'm glad, however, as I'd like to have you look at the kitchen, Peter."

He nodded, surprised. "Okay."

"I hope I haven't made a mess of it, but if I have, please tell me, so I don't make the mistake again."

Much like he'd once done for Ben Grimm and his wife Alicia, Sue showed him how she'd gone about preparing the meal, complete with the kosher certifications on food packaging and pictures of the vegetables she'd selected before she'd prepared them. She even had a receipt from Fleishman's.

"And nothing that's dairy or used for dairy has touched the steak?" Peter asked.

"Nope! And there's no dairy in the meal, either," she assured him. "If anyone wants butter for their bread, I have individually wrapped packets and margarine for you."

Peter grinned, pleased. "Toda al hahavana. Thank you."

"You're so very welcome," Sue said. She looked both happy and relieved. "I've gained a lot of respect for the rules you and Dr. Grimm follow now that I've learned more." She looked back at where Stephen stood. "Would you like a cocktail, Dr. Strange?"

He seemed to shake himself out of some trance. "An old fashioned?"

"Coming right up!"

"And please, call me Stephen," he said.

"Peter? Cocktail?"

"Oh! Oh, no thank you. I'm nineteen," he said.

"Ah. A Shirley Temple, then," Sue said with wink.

"But I-"

"It's a lemon-lime soda spritz with grenadine and a cherry," Stephen said with the closest thing to a smile he'd worn since the invitation had arrived. "There's no alcohol and I think you'll enjoy it."

"Great!"

"Reed was evasive when I asked who else would be joining us," Stephen said to Sue when she brought both he and Peter their drinks. "Am I correct in assuming he's invited her?"

Sue sighed. "I told him to just tell you! Yes, Dr. Carter will be attending, along with my younger brother, Johnny. Reed wanted to ask one of the others as well but I said if he tried to pull something like that I'd find myself mysteriously unavailable to host." She arched a brow at Stephen. "You medical doctors are too stubborn for your own good."

He couldn't exactly argue that point.

"So, Peter, how are you liking Sanctum Heights?"

"I like it here," Peter said. "It's a lot quieter than Midtown, and using a car service took some getting used to, but I like it." Peter, knowing his role, picked up the conversation. "Will you tell me about the Baxter Foundation?"

Judging by Sue's megawatt smile, it had been exactly the right question to ask.

Sue launched into a detailed but engaging explanation of the foundation and its purpose. Peter was fascinated to learn about the educational classes for adults along with programs for those at risk or with special needs in addition to accelerated academic programs.

"And some of the people enrolled in the program live in this building?"

"They do! It helps encourage the building of life skills and community."

"And what classes do you teach?"

"She teaches how to be a wet rag," came a new voice.

Sue sighed and rolled her eyes as the newcomer joined them. "Johnny, these are my guests, Dr. Stephen Strange and his husband Peter. Stephen, Peter, this is my younger brother Johnny Storm."

Sue's brother was tall, blonde, and very handsome. He was maybe only three or four years older than Peter himself.

"Ah, the BCSS couple of the year, to hear others talk of it," Johnny said with an easy smile. "You're pretty young for a selected spouse."

Peter wasn't sure what to say to that so he just sipped more of his Shirley Temple.

"You had a paper in the Van Dyne School of Science Journal around a year ago," Johnny continued, plopping down next to Sue and making himself at home. "I'd have thought someone who was gifted enough to be selected to write for them would be busy with college, not married." He cocked his head and eyed Peter up and down. "Nothing?"

"Was there a question in there?" Peter asked.

Johnny laughed. "Not bad. I think you'll manage dealing with dear old Reed well-enough." He turned his gaze to Sue. "And you thought I'd be the last arrival!"

"How's school?" Stephen asked after Johnny had made himself a drink and brought over another Shirley Temple. "You're attending Metro University, are you not?"

"I am. I'm studying engineering," he said. "It passes the time."

He didn't even feel a pang of envy at Johnny's easy and casual dismissal of something so important as higher education, which surprised him. This time last year college had been his goal but now? Now he didn't know if he'd be able to tolerate it.

The four of them made small talk as Sue put some finishing touches on dinner. Peter's offer to assist were waved away. "You're a guest in my home; absolutely not!"

Johnny wasn't pleasant company, exactly, but he wasn't intolerable. Peter had his suspicions for why the man behaved the way he did but seeing if he was right would have to wait until their host arrived, presumably with the other guest. Peter could deal with it for a few more hours and then he'd be a good little selected spouse and maybe suck on Stephen's cock when they arrived home.

Sue had just encouraged them to all sit down and start dinner when Dr. Richards and Dr. Carter finally arrived.

Stephen quickly went through the proper introductions and Peter could tell how much strain he was under, even if the others couldn't. Deciding he'd be a model guest, he shook hands with Richards ("Call me Reed, please.") and nodded politely at Dr. Carter.

"It's so lovely to meet you, Mr. Strange," she said with a smile. "I was so happy to hear that Stephen found someone."

He was surprised at her accent; he hadn't realized she was English. He assumed she'd be from East Virginia, like Sharon. There was an air of self-importance about her that he didn't care for, but that could have been his bias rearing up on behalf of how much he liked Sharon.

"Thank you."

"You're late," Sue scolded.

Reed winced. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart, it was a pediatric case I was called to consult on and I can't just dash in and out on those."

"I know, Reed. Maybe send a message to my mobile next time, so I can make sure the food is warm."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'll do my best."

The six of them sat to eat and while conversation wasn't stilted, it wasn't exactly easy, either. Peter was proud to note that it wasn't due to Stephen; his selecting spouse had been nothing short of a proper gentleman.

"So Peter," Reed started. "How are you finding married life?"

Stephen ever so slightly stiffened beside him. "I like it," Peter answered. And honestly, at that! "I know some people like to look down on BCSS marriages but I think Stephen and I have been lucky with ours."

"No blow-out arguments?" Johnny asked skeptically.

"No, we communicate like adults," Peter said. "I can't speak for every marriage but we value honesty and respect in ours." He smiled over at Stephen. "If we have a problem we talk through it."

"And Peter has no qualms at all about letting me know when he's displeased with me," Stephen added, returning Peter's smile in a moment that despite the company felt private. "He's more than a match for my sparkling personality."

"I'm glad to hear it," Reed said. The man was sincere about it, too. Peter wasn't sure just what exactly had happened a couple of years ago to set Stephen and Reed at odds, but he had the feeling that it pained Reed.

"Marriage does seem to suite you," Dr. Carter said to Stephen. "I'm happy for you both."

"Thank you," Peter said again before Stephen could speak.

Reed turned his questioning onto Johnny and ah. Peter could see where some of Stephen's annoyance came from. The man probably wasn't trying to be condescending, Peter was sure, but if he'd been in Johnny's spot, he'd want to act out, too. Sue and Peggy spoke about some of the new classes Sue was preparing to offer in the fall and Peter took the opportunity to squeeze Stephen's hand under the table. He didn't like knowing that he was so uncomfortable.

"How are Franklin and Valeria?" Peggy asked.

"Well, their nanny from downstairs hasn't rang inform me they've set the building on fire, so I take that as a sign that they're doing well. They love overnight trips away from the castle tower," Sue said.

"They're the artists, right?" Peter asked, motioning to the wall of children's drawings.

"They are," Sue said warmly. "And they're the race car drivers you see the tracks from," she added with a laugh. "The floor below us is a dedicated play area for all of the children in the building, but Franklin and Val prefer to make their marks on the carpet up here."

"I recognized the tracks in the carpet from when I'd attend after school daycare at Shul," Peter said, grinning.

"That was what, a year ago for you?" Johnny quipped.

"Give or take nine years," Peter said evenly. Below the table Stephen squeezed his hand in warning.

"If you stay together, he'll be like fifty by the time you're thirty," Johnny said, unwilling to let the subject drop. "Doesn't that bother you? You're basically just a kid!"

"Johnny, that's enough!" Sue snapped.

"He's only a few years younger than me," Johnny exclaimed, looking at Sue. "How does this not bother you? If told you I was getting married you'd throw a fit!"

"We're not talking about you," Stephen said sharply. "As for Peter's age I assure you he's far more mature at nineteen than you are at twenty two."

Reed sighed. "Johnny, I can appreciate your concern but it's not our place to question our guests' marriage."

It took everything he had, but Peter bit back the comment he wanted to make.

"So, Stephen," Dr. Carter said in the following silence. "I saw that you put in for time off next month. Do you have anything exciting planned?"

"A trip," Stephen answered.

"We're going to California," Peter added. "I'm really looking forward to it; I've never been to the beach before."

"Where in California?" Sue asked.

"Malibu! Tony and Sharon asked for Stephen to be there when the baby is born," Peter said cheerfully. "I'm exited to finally see a beach but I'm more excited for the baby, obviously."

Silence descended over the dining table. Dr. Carter, previously so relaxed, looked as though she'd just swallowed rocks.

"I thought I'd detected a glow in her that night we ran into the four of you at the restaurant," Sue said cheerfully. "That's wonderful!"

"You're still in contact with her?" Carter asked Stephen.

Was the woman... jealous?

"Considering she's married to my best friend, yes," Stephen said reasonably. "I've known Tony since we were in college. I stood for him in their wedding."

"And you don't think that blurs the line between patient and doctor?" She pressed.

"I've never found it a challenge to keep those boundaries in place" Stephen said pleasantly. "But I do understand that maintaining ethics and a professional code of conduct might prove difficult for others."

Her cheeks went red as she sipped her drink.

Reed was frowning at her, but didn't reprimand Stephen for the set down.

"If you're going to California, you should definitely try surfing," Johnny said, garnering Peter's attention in what was frankly a blatant but effective subject change. "Malibu is great for surfing."

Peter looked to see Stephen's reaction.

"Not a chance," Stephen said. "You'll break your neck."

"Actually my balance is really good. I do well on skateboards."

Stephen sighed in that way that told Peter he was praying for patience.

Peter did his best to keep the conversation light and pleasant after that; Stephen was stressed enough even if his demeanor gave nothing away. Peter knew his husband. Fortunately Sue was happy to talk and Johnny seemed to settle down. Peter still wasn't sure about Reed but he felt a deep dislike for Dr. Carter.

"Have you given any thought about going back to school?" Reed asked him after dinner. They were seated in the living area. Johnny and Dr. Carter had left after dinner, Johnny to return to his dorm before curfew and Dr. Carter for an alleged work meeting.

"Not really," he said. "Some of the classes here sound interesting but as far as college, I don't think so."

"That's a shame," Reed said. "I read your paper in the Van Dyne Science Journal. It showed a lot of promise. How did you get the idea?"

"I read a book on pre-modern medicine and remedies," Peter said. "It talked about poultices, and how various insects were used depending on the condition, like maggots. It wasn't much of a stretch to research more on arachnids."

They talked for nearly half and hour; Peter was amazed that Stephen hadn't dragged him away and made their excuses to leave. But Reed was brilliant and the man seemed delighted to have someone willing and able to keep up with his science talk.

When the clock chimed nine, however, they did take it as a sign to wrap things up.

"Thank you for coming tonight, Stephen," Reed said solemnly. "I apologize for Johnny; he's having a rough time of things at the moment. I know that's not an excuse, but I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize for him. I was far more insufferable at his age," Stephen said.

"And thank you for your patience with Peggy; I know it wasn't how you wanted to spend an evening."

Stephen merely nodded.

Reed shook Stephen's hand, then Peter's and after Sue shoved a cookie tin in Peter's hand with a warm "Thank you for a lovely evening! It was so nice getting to know you better." they left.

Stephen said nothing as they drove home. His mind was a twisted bundle of thoughts and though he could tell Peter was working himself up into an anxious mess by the way his knee was bouncing, words of comfort or reassurance failed him.

Peter made for the stairs as soon as the door closed behind them.

"Bed already?" Stephen asked.

Peter turned. "I figured you'd want to head up."

"Actually I want to decompress for a bit," he admitted.

"Alone?"

"I wouldn't say no to your company."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked. "I know blabbed at the dinner party and kept talking with Dr. Richards when I know you don't like him. Then I nearly got into an argument with Johnny and I promise, I was trying not to be a brat and ignore Dr. Carter, but Stephen I really don't like her!"

"I'm not angry with you," he assured him. "My problems with Dr. Richards. Dr. Carter, and every other member of the board are mine, not yours. As for Mr. Storm, he's always been something of a hot head. He's gotten better."

Peter stared at him and Stephen could almost see the pieces slotting into place in his mind.

"You were friends," he said as it clicked. "They used to be your friends and that's why it's so hard, isn't it?"

The best of friends, he thought.

"Yes."

_______

[donnabroadway]

To be young, beautiful, and the preference

I recently made a video about the Sprinkle Sprinkle lady, Sheraseven, and how her messaging didn't seem right with me, especially the part of her husband being married and having a girlfriend and her allegedly helping to clean out the wife's bank account, and I was told I didn't get it and they're right. The message is missing me, because at 36, I have lived to see a few things and know that everything she is saying is not completely copacetic and simply unrealistic and don't make sense. When I was 23, I was asked on a date by an older gentleman who then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to be a courtesans, which is another word for escort or, what we call today, a 304. This was not the first or last time I was asked this. I wasn't that type of girl, so I declined but no shame to those who are in the life. I had offers from older men to "take care of me," which was expected as I was young and beautiful and they were older, not necessarily ugly, but older with stable careers and money and we both knew what it was. But I noticed by the time I hit my late 20s, the offers kind of stopped. Not completely, as the man got to be a bit older, but slowed down. I say all that to say, the women like Savannah James and Sheraseven, who can truly have the hypergamous life, at seemingly very little expense, are few and far between and even Shera7 is looking a little funny in the light and Savannah doesn't talk much, so it's easy to project onto her.

I have noticed that most of the discord against Sheraseven and the SprinkleSprinkle movement comes from women in my age range, mid-late 30s to Gen X women in their 50s because we've been through it and we see how the men treat these women when they're done with them and it's not us being bitter that we're "old," it's that we know how it turns out and all the stuff they're telling you and giving you is just B.S. But like every generation, this generation of young people will have to figure it out on their own and will eventually join the elder circle of those watching the young people make the mistakes they once made.

There is a reason why the age gap between men and women began to widen around the age of 28 or so because as women began to wisen up, so do men and the luster tends to wane on both ends and this also the age when most people start to permanently, or at least legally, couple up and begin families and men, who like to impress with money, material things, and experiences can't really do that with a woman who has been experiencing that life since she was 17 or 18. Bow Wow, who is only a few months younger than me, famously said he want a woman he can give new experiences to and Marques Houston, who is in his early 40s, said he wanted a younger woman who didn't have baggage and kids, all the while saying his 19 year old wife was more mature than women twice her age. Okay. This is nothing new, men can simply blame it on feminism and independent womanhood but if we go back to history, the amount of our grandmothers and great grandmothers who got married and became mothers before they turned 18, to men twice their age, is astounding and this was before women had "rights." So miss me with the reasonings and excuses.

Youth and beauty are the most depreciating commodities but we treat them like they're everlasting and for some reason, every generation believes they are the exception and not the rule. Men have trained young, beautiful, 18-25 year old women to give them their peak beauty and time, many times to be left with very little to show for it once they hit the proverbial wall of 35 and up. Every older woman with a not so tight body and 3-4 kids, was once supple, young, and believed the world was her oyster was well and that she would never be traded in for the newest model. The naivete and resilience of late teens-20 somethings to see the best in life and that they're the exception will always amaze me because 20 somethings, who have never experienced life on their own, believe they have it all figured out. I remember being in my early 20s and getting offended when an older person told me I had more to learn or that I wasn't as wise as I thought I was and they weren't wrong and I should have listened because I would have saved myself a few mistakes and some time.

The way things were done may have changed but the game is still the same. I was in my early-mid 20s when social media really began popping to the point where nobodies became bigger stars than those with legit talent. It made multimillionaires and red carpet staples out of ordinary people. IG really became the new King Magazine, if you know you know, where a new way of life opened for women simply because they were beautiful. These women like Amber Rose, Black Chyna, Brittney Renner, India Love, Bernice Burgous, and even Kim Kardashian would go viral every time they posted a picture and many got opportunities and high profile relationships from it. The IG baddies who were at their peak in the early-mid 2010s are all in their thirties and some in their 40s and they're starting to pivot. They know Kim Kardashian is the only 40 plus woman who can still post a naked picture and it seem normal. Women in this life, from all generations, typically do one of three things, they have a baby, they get married, or they pivot into a successful business owner or even religion. The women who are my age, mid-late 30s are considered old or used up because this is the age your body changes and no longer easily bounces back, and women tend to be wiser and talk back a little more and men want a trophy and not a chihuahua.

The amount of women who believe they can outplay the architect of the game, is amazing to me. The game will always be rigged to let just enough of the select few in for us to believe we all have a chance at being the exception to the rule. The amount of women I see who believe they are playing men, only to get played at the end, is astounding. I remember when Ashley, from RHOP, was still married to Michael and they redid their prenup after he got caught cheating to get half of their shared assets and they're now divorced and she's not getting any child support while living in a house she cannot afford, that is in an LLC, that Michael owns and he can come by anytime he wants and make her company leave but let the internet tell it, Ashley won and she outplayed Michael.

There is a phrase that goes "church is where hoes go to die" because at some point, everyone ages out of the game, no matter what game you play, and sometimes the church is the only place a former hussie can have a little bit of power. There is a reason why Blac Chyna and Brittany Renner are trying to pivot because while they're still beautiful and someone's dream girl, they've aged out of the population they were once prominent in.

[portraitsofguilt]

Hello! By way of introduction, I’m a 28 year old bisexual woman, and I have no particular gender preference. I would be interested in an Overwatch matchup. My MBTI is ISTJ, and my zodiac is Libra. Personality-wise I’m pretty reserved and can certainly be aloof, but I warm up pretty fast, even if I sometimes show I care in unusual ways. I’m a pretty smart and analytical person and am pretty knowledgeable about a lot. I can also get pretty passionate and enthusiastic about my interests. I’ve also been told I’m pretty witty and have a good sense of humor. I’m a fairly classy woman, dressing fairly elegantly, regularly going out to see ballets, and in fact trying to learn opera as a hobby. Appearance wise I’m about 5’7”, decently muscular, with light skin and long auburn hair and brown eyes. I think I’m running out of room, so hopefully that should be enough information!

your match-up and star messenger is . . .

COLE CASSIDY (estp) !

you are the "cocky and the diva-ish" couple

it's no matter what moment you have first caught cassidy's eyes, every time he looks at you for a little while longer, letting his thought wander. he can't help the thought of spending a lifetime with you, marrying you, and settle down if you wish to. he is a gentleman when he wants to be and his mouth doesn't just let snarky remarks out.

you both are sensing personalities, you tend to focus on the present and base decisions on logical thinking but you might prefer to follow a plan and be alone while cassidy loves connecting with others and seeking new experiences. but all of this doesn't mean he doesn't love to part take in your witty comments, battle with you until non of you can take each other seriously, and burst out laughing.

no matter how many times you corrected him before or called him stupid, he still thinks you are complimenting him someway somehow, he is delusional like that. no matter how stupid he acts he always finds a way to charm his way back into your heart so be ready. he cares in unusual ways just like you, no matter what crazy idea might pop into his head to make you feel better or just show his love, you can count on it that it will be both funny and touching.

you both are thinking personalities and address disagreements logically, as surprising as it is cole really does have a smarter side to him. resolving conflicts, real conflicts, and not the mouth karate you already do on a daily basis will be easier to do than you might imagine. while you might need some alone time to work through your issues because of your energy levels, you can expect him to be there at the end to settle the matter.

some aspects of your relationship would be:

teasing fights about who is the hotter shit, but in the end, you reserve him into a pile of ash by the end

picnic dates !!! you would think he wouldn't do anything so romantic like this but he is, and man it's good !

trying to get him to clothe up nicely whenever the two of you go out together, he might look all hot dressed up like his cowboy self but he would look even better in a suit or proper pants

"your eyes shine brighter than my mechanic arm, darling'"

MEETING EACH OTHER !

version 1

you were working at route 66's diner, serving pancakes for a living, and even if it was long hours, having to smell frying oil all day, and listen to the earful customers that came in it was still paying for your apartment and food. you did not complain too much, you had no real reason to because everybody has a bad day. then he waltzed in, with his stupid cowboy hat and gun on his belt, a cocky smile plastering on his face as he took one of the booths you were assigned as the server to.

"penny for your thoughts beautiful? a stack of pancakes on me for you while you are at it."

version 2

blackwatch was deep in the murky waters with the US government wanting to disband the squad and with overwatch, even if they didn't really want it, supporting the idea. that's where you came into the picture, the person who could potentially turn around the fate of the operational group for the better. you came in, taking them apart member by member and when it came around to be cole cassidy, it was troublesome to keep up with his smart comments, but you can't say you didn't have the most fun with him out of the other members.

"cole cassidy, but you can call me whatever you want darlin'...."

YOUR SONG IS . . .

hot blooded by foreigner !

[qnewsau]

Tamworth Pride's Dianne returns to Better Date Than Never

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Tamworth Pride's Dianne returns to Better Date Than Never

Two familiar faces return in the second season of the ABC’s dating series Better Date Than Never tonight.

The show, from the creators of Love on the Spectrum, started last year, introducing viewers to a cast of Aussies who for various reasons had never been on a date before.

Two of the queer Aussies from the uplifting first season last year are back, still looking for the one.

Dianne (above right) is a transgender woman and a farmer in Tamworth, New South Wales. She transitioned just over five years ago and is President of Tamworth Pride, supporting other queer people in her community.

However finding a partner in her regional area has been difficult. Better Date Than Never catches up with Dianne in the first episode of season two, on ABC and streaming on ABC iview tonight.

She’s preparing for what she feels could be her “last roll of the dice” on the dating scene.

“I’m 68. I’m getting there, so I’m running out of time to find the love of my life,” Dianne says.

“I’m not giving up on love… I just want somebody to go and have fun, travel, live life. It’s running out.

There’s a lot of things left I haven’t done yet, but I’d like to do, so that’s why I want to meet somebody.”

Gay man Charles returns to dating scene

Gay man Charles, a 28-year-old student from China, is also back on the show’s second season.

In the first series, Charles went on his first ever date and he’s still trying to find the one.

Since then, he’s completed his master’s degree, started a PhD researching how algae might combat climate change, and marched across the Sydney Harbour Bridge flying the rainbow flag during WorldPride.

Image: ABC

In the new season, Dianne and Charles and a group of other single loveseekers lay their hearts on the line as they go on some of their first ever dates.

Better Date Than Never is on ABC tonight (February 20) and streaming on ABC iview now.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Through the power of ADHD, I recalled a memory that's funny because I'd handle it so differently today.

When I was 19, I started seeing this guy I worked with - who was 28 at the time. I didn't think it was weird then, but now that I'm that age I'm like, "Yeah, big red flag. 19 year olds are fetuses."

Anyway. He'd taken this other chick we worked with on one date. She had already started planning their wedding. She was about 35, well over a decade older than myself.

I'm at this guy's house one night, probably watching Game of Thrones or something, and I go in his bathroom and see a bunch of long, thick, almost black hair in his trash can. I ask who he murdered and he said it was from this other chick at work, who I know he'd taken on a date and didn't really care because that's never been how I am.

He tells her about it the next day at work, assuming she'd calm down when she knew he was dating me, but nope! This was one of those thrice divorced, two kids from different guys, "this is why you're 35 and haven't found a man" type situations.

Because this woman who is a full 15 years my senior decides to start bullying me relentlessly until I left that job. It went on for like 6-8 months. She either wouldn't speak to me (bad, because I was her boss), or she'd whisper about how I'm a whore or skank as I walked by. To be clear: I was never anything but nice to her. I knew she'd been having a rough time dating, and I was not looking to make her hurt. I'm sure it's really hard dating as a single mom. Being a bitch for no reason isn't my forte anyhow.

But like 3 weeks into her being a dick, she starts sitting me down and "apologizing," then continuing on with how he'll never fuck me like he did her (ok?), and how he's not right for me (whatever?), etc. She described in detail every minute of their very brief sex life. And, at the time, I just dealt with it and continued seeing this guy despite the drama he was also bringing into the situation.

Now? My ass would nope out of that so fast. I'd be like, "Listen, lady. Take him. I'm not gonna fight you for a guy who can't be bothered to clean cat puke up off his floor." I didn't even like him that much anyway. I think I just really wanted out of my mom's house and continuing on with him was the easiest way out.

But still. I cannot fathom bullying a 19 year old kid at my age, and I have the better part of a decade still before I'm 35. What a wild situation, what an idiot I was for entertaining anyone involved in it.

[nashvillehq]

name: Ryan Ford gender & pronouns: Cis Woman | She/her age & date of birth: 28 years old | August 29th, 1994 neighborhood: Berry Hill time living in nashville: 12 years occupation: Country Singer signed to Good Roots

BACKGROUND.

“She really has a set of lungs on her,” were the first words spoken when Ryan Ford entered the world. She’d been born in the early morning of a hot summer day with a headful of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The youngest of the Ford siblings, Ryan grew up living a white picket fence dream. Her family was painfully suburban — happily married parents, two kids, a golden retriever playing in the backyard, family trips camping during summer holidays. All of that seemed to come crashing down around her when she was nine and her parents’ seemingly perfect marriage began to crumble. It had started with disagreements and petty comments before eventually boiling over into full blown screaming matches. They separated and divorced after her father’s infidelity came to light a few years later and Ryan decided then and there to side with her mother. Her relationship with her father has never really recovered, the two remaining tense and strained more often than not to this day and the betrayal has stuck in the back of Ryan’s mind any time she enters a romantic relationship.

Ryan began to experiment with music at a young age, often riffing with her brother at the dinner table much to their mother’s annoyance. She got an acoustic guitar for Christmas when she was eleven, and she’s never really put it down since. She did some amateur song writing in her pre-teen years, mostly for school talent shows and as an alternative for journaling. When she was thirteen she made a YouTube account where she would upload both original and cover songs, though none ever really made waves for the first few years. For whatever reason, when she was seventeen one of them landed on the right persons’ homepage and a Reba McEntire cover she had recorded in her bedroom led to record labels calling. She and her mother fly into Nashville and begin meeting with label representatives and negotiating contracts. Her mother had initially been hesitant to allow her to sign anything, wanting her to focus on her education rather than chase a one in a million chance but eventually caved, supporting her daughter even if she didn’t fully agree with her choices. Before long, she signs on the dotted line and Ryan moves to Music City to work on her first album.

Her debut album is twelve tracks and called ‘DIBS’, named for the first single. It’s nothing record breaking or even particularly unique, but it’s Ryan’s and she loves it. They released it just in time for the summer and the country-pop album is full of steele guitar and twangy hooks and picked up by country radio stations around the country. Her target audience had been girls her own age, and it’s popular with them. Eventually she released a deluxe version with an acoustic B side and the success landed her a short touring deal opening for an A-List country star. With the tour, her fanbase begins to expand and Ryan begins to fully let herself believe this is her chance for success.

Her second album, titled ‘UNAPOLOGETIC’ is met with mixed reviews. On one hand, fans love it and the singles receive plenty of radio time. But on the other hand, critics are quick to label it as bubble gum pop and lacking depth, leaving Ryan discouraged. She had been proud of the album, especially having worked on it with her brother. The label assures her that the fans are loving it, despite what critics have to say, and in the end the numbers don’t lie. It does well for itself with a number one single, and Ryan goes off on her first headlining tour of arenas in North America. It’s a four month run and even though she doesn’t sell out every show, Ryan loves it. She meets the man who would become her husband in 2016. Of course, she knew who he was. His career ran parallel to hers, a star in his own right and admittedly she had some of his songs on her playlist, but their paths hadn’t really crossed up until then. They had both been booked to play a weekend long country music festival and ended up spending a good portion of the weekend hanging out and flirting. Ryan’s dating history had been widely speculated on up until that point, often finding herself in whirlwind romances that don’t last long, Ryan’s anxious attachment style often leading to their premature downfall. For whatever reason though, she felt safe with Jason and it seemed like she had finally managed to get it right. They marry fairly quickly and the tabloids run wild with it but Ryan is happy and that’s all she cares about.

The first few years of their marriage are exactly what Ryan had always wanted. They understood each other in a way she had never experienced before and seemingly fell into marital bliss. Her writing felt like it was better than ever, in 2017 she put out a double album. Side A titled ‘NEEDY’ and side B titled ‘OVERSHARE’ the albums consist of the same thirteen tracks, with side A having full production and side B being fully acoustic. The singles skyrocket to number one and it seems that she finally begins to break out of the Neon Cowgirl bubble her label had put her in, reaching audiences who previously hadn’t been able to resonate with her music. It was gratifying and Ryan was ecstatic. However, while her career thrives her marriage begins to deteriorate. With one or both of them always seeming on the road, oftentimes there are weeks or even months where Ryan and Jason don’t see each other. Distance, busy schedules and time zone differences begin to take their toll on the marriage and Ryan can feel Jason slipping between her fingers. Their connection seemingly broken, it quickly begins to feel like they are no longer playing on the same team, instead often arguing and being petty to each other. In 2022 they officially divorce and Ryan tells herself they had done the best that they could.

In the fall of 2022, while still touring, she drops a surprise EP called ‘just married.’ It’s six tracks that lay out the downfall of her marriage through Ryan’s eyes, accompanied by a short film on her YouTube channel and it changes everything. If Ryan’s career had been thriving before, it’s absolutely skyrocketed now. The EP is widely regarded as the best writing she has ever done, being brutally honest and vulnerable. The album makes headlines and charts on an international basis, something Ryan hadn’t managed to do with her previous albums, aside from the odd fluke here and there. She hadn’t released it as a strategic career move, rather having used it as a self-healing tool but it’s clear that it was working in her favour. Impulsively, she adds another leg onto the ‘OVERSHARING’ tour, continuing into the new year.

The tour ended in LA in March of 2023 and Ryan is looking forward to some much needed downtime. Or as close to it as she can get. Her nights on the road had been spent with a guitar in her lap and a notebook beside her, lyrics flowing out of her on a near constant basis. She’d perfected them over the spring and now finds herself in the studio working diligently on recording her upcoming album. While she hasn’t officially released the title, she announced that a new album would be coming in the fall of 2023 on her instagram at the beginning of July, much to fan’s excitement.