#turnstile broad

[fionayao2008]

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[kurooh]

— SPELLBOUND ! . . geto suguru

⊹₊˚. while he’s out on a mission, suguru absorbs a special cursed spirit.

☆☆ 18+ content (mdni), fem! reader, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding, squirting, 1 face slap, slight exhibitionism, reader works in an office, NOT proofread..

all he can do is run faster through the hallways of your workplace, heels hitting the floor rather roughly as suguru increases his pace. dark hair that’s usually bound in a neat bun and resting against his shoulders is currently tousled, sticking to his sweaty face. god, he’d been pulling his hair so much he made himself look like he’d lost a fight with a leaf blower.

security had initially been after him when he raced through the turnstiles in the lobby, but he’d been faster as he made it onto the elevator. ordinarily, suguru would’ve felt badly for causing such a scene, but this couldn’t be helped.

he’d been out on a mission, tracking a special grade cursed spirit in the depths of the city. according to some intel garnered through extensive monitoring of the area, he’d come to learn that this cursed spirit wasn’t just any cursed spirit…

this was some kind of humanoid curse that couldn’t be wrangled by local sorcerers and had even slipped up some sent over from jujutsu high. naturally, suguru had to get ahold of the curse and add it to his collection of special grades. now, he’d heard a few embarrassed testimonies about the curse’s technique impacting bodies and minds for a day or so.

suguru hadn’t expected the fight for submission to go as fast as it did, and he certainly didn’t expect the sudden surge of lust throughout his whole body the second he choked it down. unlike most other curses, this one was hot on his tongue and tasting of spice and sweetness.

suguru’s chest heaves as his feet skid to a stop on the carpet, right in front of your office door. without even bothering to knock, he throws the door open, effectively startling you.

“ah! suguru? what the hell are you doing here? i thought you were busy tracking—”

you take him in, eyes wandering over his broad frame. suguru’s a mess, face flushed and sweaty; his hair’s unruly and looks as though it was ripped from its bun in some kind of panic. looking closely at his eyes, you notice a lilac glow encircling his pupils, coloring over his usually brown irises.

“sugu?” you ask softly, taking a step closer. “hey, what happened? you look terrible, is everything okay?”

he groans loudly in response, hips banging against your desk as he slams his hands down on some papers.

“lock the door,” suguru musters, hanging his head as he tries to decide how to explain this mess to you. he hadn’t been affected after absorbing a curse since he was just a first year at jujutsu high, throwing up all over gojo after his new rainbow dragon wouldn’t settle down in his belly.

“will you tell me what’s going on, damn it?”

suguru whirls around, clothing looser than it had been before you’d turned to lock your office door. “i-it’s the fucking curse i was after! right after i absorbed it, i started feeling like this.”

“meaning?”

“i’m sure this sounds insane, but it was an aphrodisiacal kind of curse.. so essentially, my body and mind are aroused to a level beyond my control.” the silent implication behind suguru’s words has excitement and anticipation swirling throughout your body, cumulating between your thighs and dampening your panties.

with one look shared between the two of you and a quiet exhale, you rush forward and melt into him, his arms strong and chest sturdy against your smaller frame. dark strands brush against your cheeks as he tips his head forward to take the lead in a hot kiss.

rather quickly, his tongue is passing between your lips as his teeth clash against your own in a desperate attempt for more of you. more of your taste, made up from the sticky sweetness of your lipgloss and mixed notes of your afternoon coffee.

suguru reverses your positions easily, and suddenly you can feel how fucking thick he is through a few layers of clothing. you twist your hips, attempting to hump on his clothes cock, and he pulls your hand from his, guiding it to the bulge.

he’s struggling with your nimble fingers touching his cock just right, the sudden urge to cum rising inside him.

“ughhh, shit..”

quickly, suguru adjusts you; the small of your back hits the edge of the desk before your ass is scraping against it as he pushes you on top.

“off,” is all he commands as he drags his casual shirt and pants off, eyeing your neatly pressed pants and almost fully buttoned blouse. in this state, he’s doing his utmost to hold back for you — god, he would’ve ripped all your clothes off long ago.

“okay if i’m rough, sweetheart?”

your needy little ‘please’ along with your office slacks hitting the floor has him leaning you back onto the desk, papers flying in every direction.

although he always likes to drag out the foreplay and prep, suguru doesn’t waste any fucking time as he spreads your thighs and spits on your clit before diving right in to devour you.

“a-ah, shit!” you exclaim, voice pitched and shaking almost immediately. “sugu, lick my clit harder.. yes, just like that!”

large hands pressing down hard on your squirming thighs keeps you in place from moving anywhere but towards him and your orgasm. a mixture of your slick and his spit dribbles down his chin, catching the light as he leans up for a brief breath.

“oh—! feels amazing, sugu, ‘m gonna cum soon!”

weakly, you raise your head to observe the way he’s ravaging you, hungry for no one except you. your tits bounce as your body twitches, falling over the cups of your bra and almost through the half undone blouse.

you sit upwards, and he lets you go so you can wrap your thighs around his head. soon the blouse falls to the ground, discarded, and your bra follows suit.

“s-suguru, ‘m gonna— ‘m gonna cum!”

you bite down hard on your fingers as he lifts you and drags you up and down his face, slurping every last drop of your taste. he groans faintly as he licks your inner thighs clean, despite the fact that he’ll be making them messy again pretty soon.

“on your belly, sweet thing.” suguru punctuates his words with a smarting slap to your ass cheek when you turn over, and he picks up your panties from the floor. the lace is sticky with the mess you’d made getting so horny when he’d been kissing you.

he balls them up and shoves them into your open mouth, then circles the desk so as to position himself behind you. suguru can’t help but groan as he finally takes off his boxers, letting his cock rest on your ass before he moves any further. without wasting much time outside of your cunt, he spits on his cock and lubes it up.

he’s hot and heavy, then thick and absolutely throbbing as he nudges his sticky tip forward and between your slippery folds.

“fuck—! ughhh, shit, sweetheart,” he feels as though a bucket of water has been splashed on him, the heat and wetness of your cunt addicting as it envelops his cock fully.

you whine a little from the stretch, bouncing your ass on him as you try to adjust completely. with a hand planted firmly on the wood of the desk and the other pressing into the plush skin of your hip, suguru advances forward, driving his hips into you mercilessly.

“suguru!” a near scream of pleasure almost rips from you, but thank god he’d gagged you with those panties.

“shhh, you need to stay quiet, sweetheart,” he chokes out, the lilac glow in his eyes growing brighter right before they roll back into his head. “y-you’re real tight, baby, ‘nd you’re taking me so fucking well, shit.”

suguru is literally drilling you into the desk, but it’s still not enough for him. he only moves faster and harder, leaning his body over yours to nip at your jaw, nudging your burning cheek with his nose.

“i’ve been waiting to use your pussy like this since i got cursed,” he grunts, satisfied at the way your eyes roll back into your head at his words.

with each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls, you reach your orgasm quickly. your body twists beneath his as you sob, clenching on him and all over.

however, a rare pressure coils in your pelvis; tight and hot and ready to come out, all over him.

“sugu, ‘m gonna cum.. fuck, i-i think i’m gonna—”

your voice raises, words spoken fast and sounding just a little panicked. after all, it’s not like you squirt that often with suguru, and especially not on your work desk in your workplace with your coworkers walking the halls.

what if you got your papers and stationary all wet like this, by being nasty?

“go ahead ‘n make a mess, sweet thing,” his voice rumbles in his chest behind you, low and exuding hunger. “all over me, yeah?”

“a-are you sure?” you gasp, liquid already starting to drip from your pussy; you can barely feel it since he’s fucking it away.

displeased, suguru raises his hand and lightly slaps your cheek, just enough to sting but burn.

“of course i’m sure,” he grunts, eyes meeting yours as you tearfully turn back to look at him. “give it to me.”

just his words have your eyes rolling back as you cum on command — puffy cunt clenching as liquid sprays onto his pelvis and balls. he lets go too, pulling out and jerking his cock onto your pussy.

“fuckkk, sweetheart..”

suguru’s eyes, still glowing, fall shut as his cock shoots cum all over your quivering pussy; your cum mixes with his and starts to run off your clit, and you lean up to start cleaning yourself.

a strong hand presses right into the middle of the back and pushes you down immediately.

“sugu, we have to clean up, what’re you—”

“don’t play dumb,” he sighs, impatient as he rubs his tip in the mess covering your pussy before pushing back in.

you let out a choked gasp, which is unheard over the sounds of sticky skin smacking against skin. he removes his hand from your back and spreads your asscheeks, giving himself a nice view of your rear.

“one orgasm won’t relieve the curse, sweetheart.”

it doesn’t take much for you to melt, losing all your resolve as he fucks you into the desk with little mercy. your face’s pressed into the wood as tears pour down your cheeks, lips parted by sounds you couldn’t even think about holding back.

“i-it’s gonna happen again,” you mewl, unable to sit up or move much as you squirt on him yet again. the spray soaks some papers, and his pelvis, drops of liquid sparkling in dark hairs.

thoroughly fucked out and unable to count how many times you’ve cum, you wail his name, only one thing in your head.

“put a baby in me, suguru. fill me up, please.”

“oh yeah? that’s what you want?” tears of overstimulation build in his eyes but he just can’t stop fucking you. the position, view, sounds, feelings, place, all of it — he doesn’t want to stop.

“fill me up,” you cry again, pushing yourself closer to him.

“i’d much rather see your face as i stuff you full, baby,” and with that he’s pulling out of you, as painful as it is, and flipping you over with ease.

drool runs down your chin as you blink up at him blearily, not one single thought behind your teary eyes. your face crumbles as he pushes inside you, back arching off the desk.

“my baby’s been fucked dumb,” suguru laughs, glancing at your bouncing tits and rock hard nipples. “look at me when i cum, hm?”

you force your eyes open, noticing the tears in his own. he looks beyond amazing — face flushed, eyes squinted as his orgasm rushes up, long dark locks a mess behind him.

“i’ll put a baby in you,” he grunts, tone sounding just the slightest bit competitive.

inside you, suguru thickens and throbs before he loudly chokes out a groan and finally cums inside you. the warmth of his cum inside you has you squirting again, the slightest bit of liquid running down the base of his aching cock.

“think that’s enough, suguru?” you gasp, leaning your head back, body entirely limp.

he pulls out, hissing softly at the loss of your warmth. cum floods out of you, staining your skin as some drips to the floor.

“i could always eat you out..” he offers, grinning slyly.

“suguru, you just—”

a hasty knock on the door has you sitting straight up, limbs aching from being pressed into the desk as much as they were. suguru’s eyes widen, as do yours, as reality hits the two of you like a goddamn truck.

you recognize your boss when she calls your name, and a few of your coworkers’ voices. “is everything alright? we’ve been hearing continuous thudding outside of your office. the office has just been locked down, since some random ran in past security.”

you smack suguru’s shoulder, face contorting.

he shrugs dramatically before grabbing some tissues to wipe up your thighs, himself, and the sprayed liquid covering the wood of your desk.

“ma’am, we will be coming into your office. this is necessary security protocol.”

[builtaworldwithyourlove]

I Forget Where We Were

1.1k / joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter One: Small Things

Has the world gone mad or is it me?

what to expect: the first time you see Joel, something changes in you and in the air. Joel makes it known that he has had his heart set on you.

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,gym goer reader, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on but for now this is basic and just aww) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), kinda cheesy joel, previous hurt and potential trauma for reader.

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6am. The sun breaks through the curtains and your eyes begin to strain as you stir. The new week, Sunday reset mantra just isn’t as fun on Monday. You sighed,rolled over, put your slippers on and dragged yourself to the bathroom. Teeth brushed, skincare applied and hair claw clipped.

You make your bed to resist the temptation of curling up again. New ,white, crisp sheets, with the sun caressing it delicately and your childhood teddy propped up watching you flitter through the apartment gathering your gym bag, probably thinking bitch be for real.

Once you’re dressed in your favourite charcoal grey gym set, you make your coffee, spray yourself in vanilla mist and say your mantra. This mantra isn’t orthodox, but you believe it channels your inner ferocity: ‘Dress up, show up and may the possibility of a DILF keep you driven’

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

You slide into your car, windows down and sunglasses on, blasting your favourite motivational music. When you finally arrive at the gym, you notice the truck ‘Miller Contracting’. Sure, you’ve seen this before, although it catches your eye today. But only when you realise the obnoxiousness of the owner and how they parked parallel to the entrance barrier and you have to breathe in and hope your car fits through.

The positive mindset wobbles as you roll your eyes and huff. Remember the dilfs, you think.

As you saunter through reception, you smile and wave at Jesse who unlocks the turnstiles for you to enter the fitness suite. You make your way to the treadmill and notice they are all in use. A man, tall and broad, and irritatingly wearing a t-shirt which matches the badge on the truck. How can a man so hot, park so awfully? You chuckle to yourself and take a deep breath as you rethink your workout.

As you make your way to your quickly thought up gym routine,his head turns and he smirks to himself, feeling pretty smug that he still knows when you’ll pop up, and even more intrigued when he smells your vanilla aura and the hint of attitude.

You’ve only been at this gym a few months since moving to the area, but the first session did not go by unnoticed. He was fascinated by you. You always had an air of determination and independence, you seemed to know what you wanted and he wanted to be part of you. He noticed the partially healed wounds within your heart and the vulnerability in your eyes. Today was the day. He felt it.

He hopped of the treadmill and you noticed he was approaching as you looked behind you through the mirrored wall. You were only stretching but you got up to rack the machine. He lurched in to lift the 25kg plate that someone had left on. ‘Let me get that for you little lady, would hate to see you lift a finger whilst I watch you’ he drawled. A voice smoother than velvet and eyes dripped in honey. His hair fell to the nape of his neck and you thanked the universe for the man’s act of kindness, which you took as an act of forgiveness for parking like a douche.

‘Thank you. I’m still learning but I know it’d end in tears if I attempted to shift that weight’ you responded. Awkward. So damn awkward.

He laughed and your heart imploded after skipping a beat, when he put his hand to his chest and flexed his arm to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

You exchanged niceties as you decided to boldy workout as he followed you like a lost puppy, not wanting to lose your interest. As if that would happen. You were hooked. This was what you wanted. You were suprised when he asked if he minded him talking to you, he didn’t want you to think he was a creep, but you were open to making friends. Especially when they are Joel Miller shaped friends, as you discovered his name with a delicate handshake. He held your fingers as if they were a rare treasure, and looked down at them, up your torso, and up to your doe eyes. The ignition to the flame.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

45 minutes of small talk passed, mainly comprising of you being new to the area, his daughter who just turned 8, and his asshole brother Tommy who insisted on driving them to the gym to drool over the new pilates instructor. Joel politely declined this brotherly bonding, and boy, did this pay off.

As you cooled down, Joel went to get showered and changed, and you then bumped into him in reception, to be met with him holding two coffees.

‘I heard your coffee order last week. So here you go. I promise I wasn’t stalking, but I replayed this scenario all weekend’ you gulped and blushed, looking deep into his soul as you scrambled for any word to say. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. Too much?’ Joel added, to break the silence after his outburst Wow. What a cliche. Leisure centre romance, an ‘I saw you but you never noticed me’ type situation.

It worked for you. You didn’t mind. He was gorgeous. And kind.

‘Joel, it’s fine. I love the coffee, I’m single, and maybe if you can find the words, we can see eachother outside of this?’

‘JOEL! Two words:pilates ass!’ here’s the asshole brother you thought, as Tommy’s voice boomed through the corridors.

He guided Joel out the doors with his arm hooked over Joel’s shoulder. Before he could agree to a first date, he was gone.

Defeated, you went back to your car, and drove off. Fate would have it that you sat next to Joel and Tommy at the traffic lights. You tried not to make eye contact, but you couldn’t resist as you turned over your shoulder and Joel meet your gaze with a clenched jaw and a wink, as he adjusted himself in the passenger seat. Tommy raised an eyebrow at his brother, then looked and caught your eye, as his jaw dropped as he whipped round to Joel and smacked down on his thigh, laughing in disbelief. Joel rolled his eyes and ran his hand over his mouth and through his beard.

You smiled, winked and waved. Feeling bold and flirtatious, and full of a hurricane of butterflies. This was it. Something shifted in you. The possibility of a new person in your life no longer forbode 2am anxiety waiting for a text. Your feet no longer ached in anticipation of walking on eggshells as they raise their voice and slam doors, then wipe your tears saying they are the only one capable of loving you.

Instead, the prospect of love was early mornings, coffee for two, selflessness, protection and a life where two puzzle pieces slot in perfectly.

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As you pulled up to your apartment, you laughed incredulously. Have you gone crazy? Are you suddenly in a Hallmark movie? The punchline of a cruel joke where you believe the trials and tribulations have paid off and now you’ve found what you deserve?

If only you knew. All you deserve, everything beautiful and harmonious has arrived. All these small things,they gather round and you have manifested the start of a life where you are praised and cared for.

Next Chapter

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[bentwolioo]

MCR stop being cryptic challenge (Japan show analysis)

Ok, continuing the theory from my Oceania tour analysis post! 

I honestly wasn’t expecting Gerard to keep wearing the secretary outfit for Japan but this really makes me believe that MCR is foreshadowing their rebirth. The secretary character carried through to the end of the reunion tour. We never saw a true end or ‘death’ on stage, and whilst Gerard wore more fake blood in Japan, the lack of further changes to the Secretary’s appearance suggests her fighting to live on despite the odds and succeeding, rather than truly decaying away.

Gerard in Tokyo (1st pic) and Osaka (2nd pic) via Punkspring

TOKYO, March 25 2023

In terms of how the Japan shows continue the story from my first post (the events of 9/11 followed by the creation of MCR), I think Tokyo is focused on the creation of Bullets. Gerard carried the umbrella again at this show, which I connect with ‘destruction raining down’ when the twin towers collapsed—Gerard seeing this directly inspired him to write the first MCR song, Skylines and Turnstiles, the foundation of their first album. It’s difficult to see in the screencap above, but if you watch this video from vex_glitch you’ll see the umbrella.

The drumhead message, “GEMINI” (pic by shelly19041904) can be interpreted in many ways. I believe a strong link is that MCR completed recording Bullets in Gemini season (on May 23rd 2002 according to this post from the studio it was recorded at. Other sources online also say May 27th). Their first single, Vampires Will Never Hurt You, was also released in Gemini season on May 27th 2002.

OSAKA, March 26 2023

Screencap from video by hongrui_zz

Gerard was back to the briefcase rather than umbrella for the Osaka! I think the umbrella is the signifier of an important, specific event in the story they’re telling via the costume and drumheads. Melbourne 1 (the first appearance of the umbrella) was the 9/11 attacks, and Tokyo was the creation of Bullets. You could say Osaka relates to the release of Bullets (or specifically Vampires Will Never Hurt you) but I think it also leads towards the future.  

The drumhead for Osaka was a mirror (pic by humgumhum), and the message was not written until the encore. The mirror represents the themes of duality that surround MCR’s reunion tour. Life and death, past and future. The first part of the bands career, and now, the second. In another sense, the mirror literally reflects the audience, the fans. It portrays the connection between the fans and the band/their music which is, to some extent, the driving force that allows MCR’s success to continue. 

The drumhead message, “EnDLeSS NiGHT” was of course a lyric from Vampires Will Never Hurt You—the first single, the first song to have an audience. Vampires was the only song played in the encore at Osaka, and the last song played live by MCR for now. In the final 9 shows, but especially Osaka, we keep seeing this idea of returning to the beginning. The fact that the writing on the drum was added at the encore reflects this idea that just as we think it’s the end, MCR starts again, they keep going. Therefore, as I said after Sydney, this feels like a rebirth. It feels like a second beginning—which connects back to Gemini (twins), the mirror and theme of duality.

Burning backdrop pic by linefact0800, night stars backdrop pic by superliane

I can’t discuss the backdrops/stage set design from Japan in detail since to be honest there aren't enough good photos and videos documenting it. But my broad interpretation of the flaming buildings is that they represent burning everything down and starting again. In the years leading up to their split in 2013, MCR was in decline for a variety of reasons. The break up was very much necessary—so now the beginning of a new stage of their career will (I hope) allow them to rebuild. During the Japan shows, the fires in the backdrop were put out, and it transitioned to a night sky which links to the “EnDLeSS NiGHT” drumhead—this could signify the future of My Chemical Romance.

I’m hesitant to conclude that there is a guarantee of new music. But as I’ve seen a few people theorise, perhaps they are hinting at something happening in Gemini season this year (May 21-June 21). Possibly on the dates significant to the creation and release of Bullets? Nevertheless, the reunion tour finishing does not mean the terminus of MCR’s return—nothing sums this up better than the words staring back at us when the band left the stage at Osaka:

Endless night. Pic by michionchan

[lunasilvis]

What music you listen to?

My music taste is broad. Preferably anything has a rough edge or possesses depth/soul/conveys a message/isn't shy of strong sturdy bass lines. Currently I'm into a lot of 90s hiphop (Mobb Deep, Outkast, Snoop) Lots of British stuff like Rolling Stones, King Krule, The Clash, The Cure, Oasis, Blur, Floyd, The La's. Old blues, blue grass, soul, jazz (BB King, Howlin' Wolf, Robert Johnson, Rosetta Sharpe, Muddy Waters, Billie Holiday). Shoegaze, dreampop, other atmospheric types I dig. Traditional national music like the Portuguese fado or France's chansons. And a sucker for the more masculine sounding American hardcore punk/rock (from Black Flag to Judiciary, Turnstile, Title Fight, Turnover etc.) :)

[gargoyle-godzilla]

One of the basic pieces of furniture, a chair is a type of seat. Its primary features are two pieces of a durable material, attached as back and seat to one another at a 90° or slightly greater angle, with usually the four corners of the horizontal seat attached in turn to four legs—or other parts of the seat's underside attached to three legs or to a shaft about which a four-arm turnstile on rollers can turn—strong enough to support the weight of a person who sits on the seat (usually wide and broad enough to hold the lower body from the buttocks almost to the knees) and leans against the vertical back (usually high and wide enough to support the back to the shoulder blades). The legs are typically high enough for the seated person's thighs and knees to form a 90° or lesser angle.[1][2] Used in a number of rooms in homes (e.g. in living rooms, dining rooms, and dens), in schools and offices (with desks), and in various other workplaces, chairs may be made of wood, metal, or synthetic materials, and either the seat alone or the entire chair may be padded or upholstered in various colors and fabrics.

Chairs vary in design. An armchair has armrests fixed to the seat;[3] a recliner is upholstered and under its seat is a mechanism that allows one to lower the chair's back and raise into place a fold-out footrest;[4] a rocking chair has legs fixed to two long curved slats; a wheelchair has wheels fixed to an axis under the seat.[5]

[whisperthatruns]

Cascades 501

The man sitting behind me is telling the man sitting next to him about his heart bypass.

Outside the train’s window, the landscapes smear by--- the earnest, haphazard distillations of America. The backyards

and back sides of houses. The back lots of shops and factories. The underpasses of bridges. And then the stretches

of actual land, which is not so much land as the kinds of water courses and greenery that register

like luck in the mind. Dense walls of trees. Punky little woods. The living continually outgrowing

the fallen and decaying. The vines and ivies taking over everything, proving that the force of disorder is also the force

of plenty. Then the eye dilating to the sudden clearings---fields, meadows. The bogs that must have been left

by retreating glaciers. The creeks, the algae broth of ponds. Then the broad silver of rivers, shiny

as turnstiles. Attrition, dispersal, growth---a system unfastened to story, as though the green sight itself

was beyond story, was peacefully beyond any clear meaning. But why the gust of alertness that comes

to me every time any indication of the human passes into sight---like a mirror, like to like, even though I am not

the summer backyard with the orange soccer ball resting there, even though I am not the pickup truck

parked askew in the back lot, its two doors opened wide, and no one around to show whether it is funny

or an emergency that the truck is like that. Each thing looks new even when it is old and broken down.

They had to open me up---the man is now telling the other man. I wasn’t there to see it, but they opened me up.

Rick Barot, The Galleons (Milkweed Editions, 2020)

[nervouswaltz]

ok im coming off anon too lazy but hi death grips dnfer here i havent listened to as much rtj as dg but i wanna get into them more i should listen to rtj3 at work tomorrow but ya i have an extremely broad music taste where my top artists are like death grips mf doom pierce the veil and fleet foxes lmao so im always open to new music recs and i hadnt heard of igorrr but really enjoyed nervous waltz because its like a mix of all different music styles i like??? youre dope man thanks for making me also feel seen and understood sorry i use very little punctuation so i just word vomited lol

WOOOOOOO YEAH dude listening to a ton of music is fucking AWESOME more loud recs: turnstile, spiritbox, 1 800 PAIN, IDLES. u have fucking impeccable taste to be clear and YES igorrr is so fucking strange i like describing it as baroque breakcore MORE STRANGE MUSIC IN THE WORLD!!!!!! STOP LISTENING TO SAMEY MUSIC LISTEN TO SHIT THAT MAKES YOU CONVULSE!!!!!!!

[pureorangejuicefromconcentrate]

ive spent a weird amount of time procrastinating by just reading random Wikipedia articles about stuff im wandering about.

like for example did you know that the chair is one of the basic pieces of furniture, a chair is a type of seat. Its primary features are two pieces of a durable material, attached as back and seat to one another at a 90° or slightly greater angle, with usually the four corners of the horizontal seat attached in turn to four legs—or other parts of the seat's underside attached to three legs or to a shaft about which a four-arm turnstile on rollers can turn—strong enough to support the weight of a person who sits on the seat (usually wide and broad enough to hold the lower body from the buttocks almost to the knees) and leans against the vertical back (usually high and wide enough to support the back to the shoulder blades). The legs are typically high enough for the seated person's thighs and knees to form a 90° or lesser angle.[1][2] Used in a number of rooms in homes (e.g. in living rooms, dining rooms, and dens), in schools and offices (with desks), and in various other workplaces, chairs may be made of wood, metal, or synthetic materials, and either the seat alone or the entire chair may be padded or upholstered in various colors and fabrics.

Chairs vary in design. An armchair has armrests fixed to the seat;[3] a recliner is upholstered and under its seat is a mechanism that allows one to lower the chair's back and raise into place a fold-out footrest;[4] a rocking chair has legs fixed to two long curved slats; a wheelchair has wheels fixed to an axis under the seat.[5]

Etymology

Chair comes from the early 13th-century English word chaere, from Old French chaiere ("chair, seat, throne"), from Latin cathedra ("seat").[6]

History

Main article: History of the chair

Five three-legged chairs around a low-legged table from Sliven 19th Century Lifestyle Museum

Early 20th-century armchair made in eastern Australia, with strong heraldic embellishment The chair has been used since antiquity, although for many centuries it was a symbolic article of state and dignity rather than an article for ordinary use. "The chair" is still used as the emblem of authority in the House of Commons in the United Kingdom[7] and Canada,[8] and in many other settings. In keeping with this historical connotation of the "chair" as the symbol of authority, committees, boards of directors, and academic departments all have a 'chairman' or 'chair'.[9] Endowed professorships are referred to as chairs.[10] It was not until the 16th century that chairs became common.[11] Until then, people sat on chests, benches, and stools, which were the ordinary seats of everyday life. The number of chairs which have survived from an earlier date is exceedingly limited; most examples are of ecclesiastical, seigneurial or feudal origin.[citation needed]

Chairs were in existence since at least the Early Dynastic Period of Egypt (c. 3100 BC). They were covered with cloth or leather, were made of carved wood, and were much lower than today's chairs – chair seats were sometimes only 10 inches (25 cm) high.[12] In ancient Egypt chairs appear to have been of great richness and splendor. Fashioned of ebony and ivory, or of carved and gilded wood, they were covered with costly materials, magnificent patterns and supported upon representations of the legs of beasts or the figures of captives. Generally speaking, the higher ranked an individual was, the taller and more sumptuous was the chair he sat on and the greater the honor. On state occasions the pharaoh sat on a throne, often with a little footstool in front of it.[13]

The average Egyptian family seldom had chairs, and if they did, it was usually only the master of the household who sat on a chair. Among the better off, the chairs might be painted to look like the ornate inlaid and carved chairs of the rich, but the craftsmanship was usually poor.[12]

on wikipedia straight up "learning it". and by "learning it" i mean, lets just say.. information

[tekrashed]

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[tekrizwan-2024]

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The bustling city that are Riyadh, Jeddah, and throughout the KSA Effective security systems for access control are essential to warrant security and control the flow of traffic in diverse situations. Intelligent speed gate turnstiles armed with the latest technology, such as facial recognition panels have been at the forefront of the technological advancements, providing safe and seamless solutions that can be used for a wide range of purposes.

Making Innovation a priority with smart Speed Gate Turnstiles

1. Advanced Access Control Systems

The Smart Speed Gate turnstiles combine strong physical barriers and state-of-the-art security systems to control the movements of persons with precision and effectiveness. Turnstiles grant diverse options for authentication such as the use of key cards as well as PIN codes and biometric scanning, which ensures security while preventing the entry of anyone who is not authorized.

2. Innovative Face Recognition Panels

The embedded faces recognition panels increase the security and ease of turnstiles with smart speed gates through enabling contactless and exact identification. With sophisticated technology, they analyse facial characteristics to confirm the identity of individuals quickly and effectively, making it easier to provide quick access control even in busy locations.

Partnership to Expedite IT: Leading Supplier and Installer

1. Expedite IT: Pioneer in Access Control Solutions

Expedite IT stands as a pioneer in the field of access control providing a broad selection of services that meet the specific needs of companies as well as organizations in Riyadh, Jeddah, and across the KSA. Being the top provider and manufacturer of intelligent speeds tiles, Expedite IT delivers cutting-edge technology as well as unparalleled experience for smooth deployment and operations.

2. Customized Solutions for Every Need

As a Expedite IT supplier, you can count on custom solutions designed to meet your particular access control requirements. No matter if you are looking for standalone turnstile solutions or integrated access control systems for larger-scale buildings, Expedite IT provides comprehensive assistance from the design phase through maintenance and service.

[qwizzers]

top 10 rock/metal songs. go.

ill focus on more heavy rock / metal bc rock is too broad for me to be able to do that!

1 - blackout turnstile

2 - electric eye judas priest

3 - painkiller judas priest

4 - reapers muse

5 - stinkfist tool

6 - aenema tool

7 - tornado of souls megadeth

8 - raining blood slayer

9 - lightning strike judas priest

10 - battery metallica

not relaly in order just as they came to my head

[thebreakfastgenie]

5, 18, and 25 for the song asks!

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Big Shot

18: A song from the year that you were born

Billy Joel released no music in 1996 lol. He fully stopped recording pop music before I was born until literally this year. I just tried to find any song I like from 1996 and I found Weird Al's Amish Paradise which I believe he did when I saw him in concert so we'll go with that.

25: A song by an artist no longer living

Obviously have to go more broad on this one although shoutout to Doug Stegmeyer who played the bass on a bunch of Billy Joel records, including Turnstiles my beloved, who is no longer living, and like idk covers of John Lennon songs or whatever. But I want to take this one for Manana by Jimmy Buffett because I did not expect to be that sad when he died last year. Gordon Lightfoot also died last year and Affair On 8th Avenue is a great one from him. And I have to give a shoutout to Harry Chapin too, I Wanna Learn a Love Song is a personal favorite.

[sagafiction]

ETERNALLY SINGLE, ROSA ÁLVAREZ - NEERJA PAWAR

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 7

Rosa ambled towards the beige building, pondering upon what Manuel had said. She had decided to walk to work, since the weather had seemed just right. She regretted it now as the sun beat down on her, as if to drive home a point. Manuel was right. Of course, he was right.

Had she lost sight of why she began doing this in the first place? Was she, deep down, embarrassed? She shouldn’t care what anyone thought, but it was so hard not to when the “anyone” were her parents. Was it a difficult subject to bring up? Yes. Had she dug herself into a deep hole with all her little white lies? Sure. But was it because she was embarrassed of her job? Surely not. They would be embarrassed of her job, a little voice whispered in her head. She was doing this for them.

She took a deep determined breath. Right, she was going to do her best to put this out of her mind and focus on why she started doing this in the first place—to help others. It wasn’t about her.

The newly formed logic flew out of her head the very next moment when she saw a familiar face from her past standing right outside her office building. Not Juan, no, although she would much rather it was him. This athleisure-toting gangly girl looked like Jadalyn Perez, an ex-classmate from her former high school and an all-around nuisance for the “girls support girls” movement. Last Rosa heard, she’d officially changed her name to Jaydn, because it “fit her vibe better”. It seemed she hadn’t aged a day past sixteen, and not in a good way. The same tiger blond highlights framed her face that seemed to permanently sneer at the world. A face that, alarmingly, flickered with recognition as it looked right at her.

‘Rosa? Oh my God, Rosa!’ Jaydn squealed.

What in the fresh hell? Was everyone from her town visiting LA?! Not that she had a problem with general tourism, but Jaydn wasn’t just any ex-classmate. She was the town blabbermouth. Once, when they were twelve, Rosa had told Jaydn about her Cabbage Patch boyfriend Dean Smith. The next day, the whole school was calling her Mrs. Smith and drawing caricatures of Angelina Jolie as a Cabbage Patch doll and leaving them in her locker. She didn’t live down the name for years.

Rosa’s flight instinct kicked in and she ducked into the nearest building. She hurried across the lobby—a swanky, shiny place sporting a behemoth chandelier—looking over her shoulder to see if Jaydn was following. She vaguely remembered the building being some kind of production company, but couldn’t spot a sign around. She’d just find a bathroom in the lobby and camp out there until the coast was clear. She looked back again, unable to spot the startling blonde, and smacked right into a broad, intoxicatingly perfumed chest.

‘Oh fuck, watch where you’re going!’ a deep voice complained, and Rosa looked up to see light brown eyes laced with annoyance.

‘Sorry! I—’ She stopped midway as she spotted Jaydn entering the building. Rosa frantically looked around for some sort of escape and saw the turnstiles to enter the main building, but she didn’t have a company keycard to access it. She couldn’t possibly exit through the same gate without being noticed by Jaydn. There were no exits within reach, but she could see one on the far right corner. Maybe she could make a run for it. But she could see Jaydn charging at her, and it was too late to try to run away without raising suspicion. Her stomach sank as she realised: she was trapped in the lobby.

The annoyed man was staring at her, expecting a response or apology. But when she just whipped around a few times, looking like she’d done one too many shrooms, he turned to leave.

‘Wait! Hold on!’ She grabbed his arm desperately, then lowered her voice. ‘Okay, I know I’m probably the last person you want to help right now, but I need you to pretend like you know me.’

‘What?’ The man looked utterly confused.

‘Just pretend like you know me!’

He raked his hands through his thick hair, getting more annoyed by the minute. ‘Hold on, is this some fake boyfriend romcom bullshit? Listen lady, I’ve seen enough of those—’

Rosa cut him off, ‘No! Ew!’ She quickly checked herself. ‘I mean, I’m sure any girl would be lucky to have you. Or guy.’ Although, he’d be wasted on a man, she thought, a flush creeping up her neck. Easily over six feet tall, with a pleasantly asymmetrical face and thick brown hair, the man had every right to be offended. But Rosa didn’t have the time to stroke his damn ego. Jaydn was less than twenty feet away. Rosa got straight to the point. ‘Listen, I’m desperate. Please, just pretend we’re colleagues. There’s someone here who can’t really know why I’m here and here she comes—Hey, Jaydn!’ Rosa greeted her as if she had just spotted her.  

‘The famous Rosa Álvarez! It’s so good to see you! I thought I lost you in the crowd. Didn’t you hear me earlier?’ Jaydn said as she gave her an awkward side-hug.

‘Earlier? When?’ Rosa frowned, looking utterly clueless. ‘I’m sorry I was in such a rush to meet my colleague.’ She turned to the tall man beside her, hoping to God he was on board.

A beat of silence passed between them, and Rosa held her breath, feeling about ready to pass out when—‘Samuel Jackson,’ he smiled politely, extending his hand.

--------------

Audio excerpt read by @themariamccann

[noneedtofearorhope]

i dont think metal/hardcore will ever get the kinda oomph to make such a leap, to be truly 'normie' -- something which is basically defined by its perceived exclusion of self-identified underground currents -- but both have been pretty diffused for a while now i feel. things like scion rock fest, adult swim music, metal bands playing euro award shows, turnstile was nominated for a few grammys... i mean, cannibal corpse is in Ace Ventura, back in the 90s.

perhaps controversal, if nothing else because of how broad 'hardcore' is, but i think most of the history of hardcore specifically is a history of a fusion of underground rock with normie aspects. the fashion sense has always been generally something of a rejection of the excesses of metal and punk. the shaved heads were perhaps a bit of an element of a countercultural fashion, but that's been something of a sub-subculture for decades now, hardly something that could be put to hardcore in general.

i think the surprising thing to me is the exposure it gets today despite there being no apparent 'movement' among the youts of today. but this last one could just be me being out of the loop.

Actually, speaking of taste in music, it's so weird to see several hardcore bands playing coachella??? Is hardcore gonna become normie music? Would that be good or bad for the genre? Will we get grindcore bands on the billboard top 100?

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

Come and see what I've got cooking!!! @mrwrestlingkevinsteen - Hope this is in the general direction of what you were looking for!

Steenerico Disney World Fanfiction under cut.

Just getting into the park had been a challenge. 

First, Kevin had ended up paying for the tickets anyway. As it turned out, the few pesos that Generico had to his name wouldn’t pay for a bag of popcorn on Main Street let alone the park tickets. But by that point, they’d already spent thirty minutes in a line to buy them and the utterly crushed look on Generico’s face when presented with the possibility of not getting in had opened Kevin’s wallet far faster than he’d ever willingly admit. 

He’d certainly never tell anyone that he bought park hopper passes so that they could also visit Epcot. To be fair, though, those were for Kevin as well. He wasn’t about to miss Animal Kingdom for the world. 

Maybe that was why he sprung for three days’ worth of tickets. There was just too much to see at the parks for one day, especially with him having to lug an overeager masked luchador around the whole time. 

And therein lay the other problem. 

The mask. 

Kevin would never dream of making his partner remove it. People could call him a shitty friend all they liked and, honestly, Kevin knew they probably had a point. But he wasn’t that much of an asshole. 

So when the people at the front gate told him that Generico couldn’t enter with it on... 

There had been shouting. And tears. And more shouting. 

Most of the shouting was done by him, at miserable, plastic-grinned jackasses who couldn’t comprehend what the hell they were asking and whose necks he really wanted to wring in the damn turnstile. 

In the end, he’d managed to convince them. Eventually calming down long enough to find his inside voice and, through a sheer act of God, keeping himself from using the foulest language he had at his disposal, Kevin explained to them that the mask was for religious and cultural reasons and that he could never remove it, not even to enter the Happiest Place on Earth. 

Also, the phrase “Special Needs” might have left his lips, something that may or may not have been brought on by the fact that Kevin was doing everything in his power to keep Generico from having a meltdown at the front gates. 

Whatever it was that did the trick, he was just glad it did because they were permitted entry into Magic Kingdom, with a note given to Kevin to take to Guest Relations for an exemption on Generico’s mask. 

They no sooner got into the transportation center and to the top of the ramp for the Monorail when he was grateful he hadn’t broken skulls.  

The Monorail, all sleek and striped, brought a gleeful smile to Generico’s face that made Kevin shake his head. Motioning at the train, Generico was already overjoyed and they hadn’t even gotten into the park yet. It was another thing Kevin would never admit to – how much seeing Generico smile made him happy. The idiot was a walking, too pale, too skinny stack of unnecessary emotions on his best days but when he was at his happiest, Kevin couldn’t help but be warmed by Generico’s radiance, that stupid too-broad smile of his fluttering Kevin’s heart whenever he got to see it. 

And Kevin could already tell he was going to see it a lot before they left Orlando. 

Still, the last thing he needed was for Generico to lose control on the fucking Monorail. 

“Calm down buddy,” Kevin said as they got into the car, “We haven’t even hit Main Street yet. This is just the transportation.” 

Generico didn’t stop grinning. 

“I mean it!” Kevin warned him, “Save some excitement for later. I’m not carrying you back to the hotel at noon because you burn yourself out halfway to It’s A Small World” 

The luchador nodded vigorously. “Sí. Calm. Sí.” 

He proceeded to be only slightly calmer in the moment that followed but, frankly, Kevin was ready to take whatever he could get. 

At least he kept quiet on the trip around the bay. They’d no sooner started moving then Generico was turned around, his eyes on the scenery. Kevin had to admit, the ride was nice enough, and the trip through the Contemporary was always fun. He’d always found it neat how they built the hotel around the Monorail and while he’d been to Disney World before, pulling straight into the center of the building on a TRAIN was still pretty cool. 

Of course, once they got into the park itself, all bets were off. 

“KEVIN!” Generico shouted, rushing up to a statue of Walt and Mickey. “Picture!” 

He had to laugh. 

“Sure,” he said, pulling out his camera. 

He no sooner had the camera in his hand when a third problem struck him. 

The pictures.  They were there by themselves. Naturally nobody had wanted to come with them... which meant that any photos they took wouldn’t be together. 

“Shit,” he whispered softly. Speaking up, he told Generico sadly, “Sorry, pal, I can’t get shots of us both. It’s just gonna have to be you.” 

“Kevin...” Generico lamented, his lip already halfway to quivering. 

It was going to be one of those trips.  

“Look, Generico, I don’t know how you want me to...” 

“I can help you with that!” a voice to his side chirped up. 

It was another one of the workers. “Cast Members” they called them. This one had a slightly more genuine smile on her face, a nametag reading “Stacie”, and was carrying an oversized camera. 

“I can get your picture,” she told Kevin, the smile fading. 

“Ok, and how much would that cost?” 

“If you buy a photo package, you can get as many photos as you want together.” 

It didn’t answer the question. 

It didn’t answer the question but, as Kevin glanced at his partner and his utterly raptured face as he took in everything around him, he realized that saying no to Generico for the entirety of the trip was going to be next to impossible. 

He let out a sigh and wrinkled his face. “Right. Where do I sign up?” 

“How many days are you staying with us?” 

“Three.” 

“Are you staying on property?” 

“No.” 

“Guest relations will get you everything you need. And then you can come right back and I’ll take a photo of you and your friend.” 

Kevin stole another glance towards Generico... except he was missing. 

Shit. 

That time he thought it silently. 

“I’ll be back,” he told the woman and, scanning the area, went off to find his partner. 

It really was going to be one of those trips. 

…........................................   

When he found Generico, it was in the Main Street USA Firehouse, getting angry with a pressed penny machine. 

“Hey! Knock it off! It doesn’t take pesos!” Kevin shouted, grabbing Generico’s wrists and stopping his attempts to shake the machine. “Quarters. You need quarters. And a penny. Here...” 

Kevin pulled the travel pack off his back and, digging out two quarters and an old penny, dropped them in the slot. 

“Pick one,” he told his friend. It took the luchador a moment but he settled on one of a dalmatian in a fireman’s hat. “Ok, now, watch,” Kevin told him and, in one quick motion, shoved the slot into the machine. 

Generico watched eagerly as the gears of the machine turned and, before the penny had even hit the slot, his fingers were in it, waiting. And, no sooner did he have the penny in his fingers, then the penny was on the ground, dropped. 

“Caliente!” Generico shouted before bending over to pick up the offending coin. Once he had it again, he held it between his fingers, turning it in the light. 

It... wasn’t pretty.   The penny was old; the various marks and flaws had transferred onto the design, and as Kevin saw the disappointment in Generico’s eyes, he let out a long sigh. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get you another one.” 

Digging into his pack again, he managed to find another pair of quarters and a bright, shining penny this time. Putting them into the slot, the same as last time, he pushed the tray in. This time, Generico hit the button for a design of Mickey as a fireman and, when Generico tried a second time to shove his hand up the slot, Kevin grabbed it. 

“Wait,” he commanded. 

It only took a few moments but when the penny came out, it was much nicer, the copper shining in the sunlight. 

“Ooooh,” Generico marveled. 

“Great. Now, we’re going to Guest Relations.” 

Generico’s head tilted to the side. 

“The mask! And your photos, did you already forget?” 

Dark eyes widened in understanding behind the mask and his head nodded. 

“God, you have a ten second memory,” complained Kevin. “Let’s go. I’m not getting kicked out of here before we ride Space Mountain.” 

A sharp, sudden look of confusion sprung from behind Generico’s mask, followed by him frantically waving his hands ‘No’. 

“What? No, screw you, we’re riding Space Mountain.” 

Generico’s hands continued waving before they traveled south, covering himself. 

“Damn it,” Kevin swore, “What are you...” Suddenly, realization took hold and Kevin rolled his eyes so hard he almost sprained them. “Not that Space Mountain, dumbass! The one in Tomorrowland!” 

He no sooner got the statement out then he saw a mother nearby put her hands over her small child’s ears, leading her away. 

Kevin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  He was going to have to be more careful about that. 

“Look, let’s just get to Guest Relations before we get ejected, ok? I paid far too much money to get us in here, so behave and I’ll let you ride the teacups on your own.” 

Generico broke out into a toothy grin of agreement and, moving behind the luchador, Kevin pushed him in the direction they needed to travel. 

“Go,” he demanded, “You’re leading. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.” 

…........................................ 

  As it turned out, Generico did behave at Guest Relations and Kevin was able to get the exemption for Generico and his photo pass. He slipped both into his travel pack and, after stopping to get a photo in front of the statue, took Generico to Fantasyland to ride the teacups. 

Of course, Generico being Generico, he diverted three times along the way. Once to try and get ice cream (Kevin refused), once for popcorn (Kevin told him maybe later), and once for a Mickey Mouse balloon (Kevin promised Generico he could have one on their way out). 

By the time they actually got through the castle and into Fantasyland, they had already been there an hour and a half, and Kevin’s knee was beginning to bug him. 

“Right,” he told his partner, putting him in the queue, “You can ride, and I’ll be over there on the bench.” Kevin motioned towards a bench nearby. 

“Sí,” Came the quick reply before the line started to move and Generico’s attention was instantly elsewhere. 

“And don’t spin too hard!” Kevin warned. 

If Generico heard, he didn’t answer. 

…........................................ 

  Of course Generico had spun as fast as the ride allowed him. 

“What did I tell you,” Kevin lectured, sitting on the bench beside a woozy Generico. Generico had his head down, resting in his hands and was making quiet moaning noises. 

“Seriously, do you ever listen to me?” he continued. “Ever? I swear to God...” 

Kevin’s anger was cut short by a wibbly look from his partner.  

Deep, cleansing breaths, Steen, Kevin thought silently. 

Taking a moment for one of those breaths, Kevin patted Generico gently on the shoulder. 

“Wait here,” he said sharply, “I mean it.” 

Quickly, Kevin got up and, heading over to a nearby quick service counter, got a cup of water from the attendant. 

Finally, something I don’t have to pay for, he thought, more than a little bitterly. 

He hadn’t intended on spending a ton of money on the trip. Honestly, he hadn’t intended on even paying for the tickets. He’d been saving money for a year at that point for some new electronics and had accumulated more than enough before they got to Orlando. He’d wanted an iPhone since they were released and, between that and the new laptop he’d been eyeing, he was all ready to do some tech shopping as an early birthday present to himself. 

That was the day before. 

But there, in the middle of the Magic Friggin Kingdom, he’d already dumped money for six park tickets, a photo pass, and two pressed pennies. It was far more than he’d intended or wanted but, as he brought the cup of water back to his friend and saw the relief in his eyes, Kevin knew the trip was only getting started. 

He sat down again beside Generico and handed him the water. 

“Are you gonna be sick?” 

Generico gently shook his head. 

“Good. Did you learn your lesson?” he asked. 

Generico nodded. “Sí” 

“Even better. Have some water.” 

The luchador did so, a bit too eagerly. 

“Slowly!” Kevin warned him.  

Generico didn’t slow down much.  Another one of those deep, cleansing breaths. 

Mercifully, as Generico drank the water, he seemed to be doing better. His back straightened and he wasn’t looking quite so pale around the eyes. 

Kevin sighed and placed his hand on his partner’s back, gently rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. It bothered him how much it bothered him. He cared about Generico, sure, but one of the earliest things Kevin Steen had learned in his life was that you took care of yourself first and that those that fell behind, got left behind. But Kevin also knew that, if it wasn’t for one infuriating, generic luchador, he’d probably have gotten lost in his own darkness ages ago. 

So, caring for Generico was going to come first. 

Generico was still sipping on his water as Kevin rubbed his back. 

“You know I’m your friend, right?” 

Generico took another drink of water. “Sí. Kevin amigo. Amigo numero uno.” 

“And you know I don’t want to see you sick?” 

“Te importa mucho.” 

“Yeah, I do care. And I don’t want you to be miserable on your vacation, so if you – " 

Generico cut him off. “Ours!” 

Kevin stopped. “What?” 

“Ours!” he repeated sharply before, using his free hand, he motioned to Kevin and back at himself. “Kevin y Generico, Disney World! Amigos!” 

Oh. 

Kevin smiled. “Right, buddy. Our vacation. Together. So let’s try to make it a good one, maybe? No more running off, and no more dumb shi---” Kevin stopped himself, eyeing the myriad of children around them. “No more dumb stuff,” he finished. “We stay together and we’ll have fun. Comprendo?” 

Generico made several gruff hums of affirmation as he nodded vigorously.  

“Good, now, finish your water and we’ll go ride ‘It’s A Small World’.” 

In what was the latest of such, Generico broke out into a wide grin and, quickly finishing his cup of water, got up and tossed it in a nearby trash can. The spring in his step as he did so, however, was impossible to ignore and, as he stepped back in front of Kevin, he held out his hand.  

Kevin paused for a moment to look up at his friend. His eyes were dark but shining and the joy in them was unmistakable. Beyond that, the fondness there, beyond their norm, both grateful and kind, and Kevin could hear the words hidden in their gaze. 

Thank you, Kevin, they said. Thank you for being such a good friend. 

At least, that’s what Kevin hoped that particular look meant. 

Kevin smiled in return and, taking Generico’s hand, got to his feet. 

“Come on,” he said warmly, putting his arm around the luchador, “there’s a boat ride waiting for you.”