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3terna15unshin3 · 1 year

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Consumption

Este sees 'Consumption' in person

2259 words

warnings: !! 18+ !! smut, minors dni, public unprotected sex, dom!matty if u squint, filth in general

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a/n: Heyyyyy nobody requested even anything similar to this but I had a vision and needed to fulfil it ok thank u love u enjoy

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here if you want more Matty and Este😌)

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Luckily, by the time the UK and Ireland leg of their tour came around, Este was able to work remotely and travel along with them. It was cold and gloomy—London pulling through with its regular dreariness—so she was happy to have at least a bit of a change of scenery.

Until now, she was forced to watch from afar, only seeing photos and videos of the North American shows back in autumn. But of course, Matty was completely open with her as the show as a whole came to fruition; its set design and artistic concepts always shared between the couple. So none of it (even the parts that were as jarring as watching footage of her boyfriend chowing down on raw meat) came as a surprise for Este. That was until she got to experience it in front of her own two eyes.

Brighton was the first show. 8th of January. Her feet were perched to the side of the stage, swaying happily to the familiar songs and watching Matty perform them with an inflated ego and sly smirk on his face.

She thought the persona was quite hot. The heat in her cheeks heightened every time he made cocky gestures and pranced around with purposeful pride. Este had already seen plenty of videos of ‘consumption’, and had her own fun with them; teasing Matty about how much the concept exposed him and how crazy it made the crowd go. They were feral for him. So was she, to be fair.

Seeing his bare chest heave up and down—too similarly to how Este easily made it move when they were alone together—made her go insane. Her eyes stung when she refused to blink, busy staring at Matty’s hand trailing over his crotch. Este wasn’t expecting it to have such a strong effect on her, assuming that either the thousands of people also watching him or the fairly profound purpose of the act would water down the sensuality of it. But fuck, it was hot. She could practically hear the sound of his moans in the back of her ear even though he was metres away.

That first night was difficult enough; having to stand and look as if she wasn’t hot and bothered by what went on in front of her eyes. Watching it over and over, night after night, served even harder.

So over half way through the leg, now in Glasgow, Este couldn’t help herself. She’d been particularly touchy during the day but that wasn’t all that unusual, so Matty still wasn’t expecting her to whisper “Come fuck me after consumption,” in his ear before he went on. She meant business. The sentence replayed in the back of his mind as he strummed at his guitar, internally begging the set to move faster so he could climb through the little telly and flip the place upside down to find Este.

When the time finally arrived and he plonked his bum on the sofa, Matty imagined it was her hand on his skin and slipping past the waistband of his pants. He even discretely gave his nipple a quick squeeze and whined at the sensation. It wasn’t very convincing, feeling the roughness of his hand and how it contrasted to how delicate hers were, but fantasizing about Este wasn’t anything new to him—so he had to snap himself out of it before his arousal began to show.

Matty shook his head and chuckled to himself as he did press up after press up. The power those short 5 words uttered by his girlfriend was unfathomable. She knew it would make him less focused and throw him off his game; but that’s why she did it, and he could tell. Este wanted the upper hand. He considered giving in to it—but today he wanted to toy with her. It was only fair if she was clearly trying to toy with him.

So, right as he stood up after crawling off stage, he grabbed George and the first stage manager in sight.

“Loop the Too Shy intro. I need it to play twice,” Matty instructed.

They looked as confused as ever. “What are you on about?” asked the drummer.

Matty glanced past George and caught sight of Este. Leaning against a random doorway and burning her gaze into his. He didn’t waste any time and bee-lined towards her.

“Just do it. And maybe a warning through my ears at 90 seconds out? Please? I owe you one!” He trailed off, eventually turning fully away from them and jogging to Este with desperation. Before he could leave completely, Matty remembered to grab the small pile of clothes that sat ready for him, taking them with.

Este grinned at the conversation she overheard and at the state of Matty, who suddenly yanked her hand to drag them both into the room she stood in front of. It seemed to be a storage room, cramped full of random stage equipment and dimly lit. He slammed the door behind them.

“You found me.” She commented.

Instead of responding, Matty pulled her in by the back of her neck and kissed her with an open mouth. His new outfit for when he had to re-enter the stage was discarded to the floor. She smiled into him, grabbing his hips so they were flush against hers. Her back thumped onto the back of the door, Matty holding her there as their mouths moved in sync with hungriness.

They broke apart to gasp for air. “The fuck are you doing asking me to fuck you right before I go on?” he intensely whispered, dipping his lips down to her neck. Este panted and clenched her thighs together.

“I didn’t ask you to fuck me, I told you to.”

He continued nipping at her skin, then shoved his leg between Este’s—the top of his thigh rubbing her clit through her pants. She moaned, reaching her hand to grip him over his pants.

Matty shook his head and removed her hand from his crotch. “Uh uh uh. You don’t get to touch me,” he scolded, hearing her giggle in response. “Think it’s funny? Making me have to try and not get hard in front of all those people?”

She nodded.

Warmth grew in Este’s stomach within seconds, already wet beneath her knickers. His thigh kept at it as their lips reconnected and their tongues licked into each other’s mouths, before he reached a hand into the front of her pants, using his fingers against her instead. She moaned loudly, making Matty clamp his other hand over her lips. Even the now muffled noise made blood rush to his cock.

“I bet you always get this wet when you watch me up there,” He rubbed circles on her clit at a dizzying speed.

“I do,” Este whispered behind his hand, choking her words out as she tried to hold in her moans. “There’s no time to faff around. Fuck me, baby, please—“

Matty abruptly turned her around with his arm still wrapped around her and hand still down her knickers. His swollen lips pressed to the side of her jaw.

“Beg for it, then.” he breathily called next to her ear.

Mouth slack and gasping now that Matty’s hand was no longer trapping it, Este’s eyes rolled back into her head as he increased the pressure on her clit and teased further south to her entrance. It was slick with wetness and she clenched with need, whining at how empty she was.

“Fuck me now, Matty. Please, I need more. I need you,”

“So fucking needy. Such a slut for me,” He saw her face twist with at his words. “Think you can take it?”

He bent her over and held her wrists behind her back. With his other hand, Matty took down her trousers—pulling her underwear to one side and revealing her dripping core.

“Yes, I can take it,” she panted, “Use me however you want, please,”

Este looked over her shoulder to see him then free his cock; so hard it looked painful. He gave himself a few pumps before sliding in at an annoyingly slow pace. She gasped at how he filled her up.

“Fuck,” groaned Matty, revelling at the tight feeling around him. “Always so tight.”

He pulled out almost all the way just to shove himself back in at the same speed.

“More, baby,” Este begged, beginning to lean back to meet his sluggish thrusts half way, desperate for a quicker release. Matty listened, suddenly pounding into her relentlessly. He still had her wrists in the grip of his left hand while his right steadied her hips. In complete control, like he wanted.

The new speed and the sound of his hips slapping against hers slipped Este deeper into the trance of pleasure she was buried in. She felt him deep inside of her, grazing all of the right places over and over. Mindlessly, Este clenched around him, craving every inch of his cock and wanting to feel even closer to him.

The action drew a low groan from Matty’s throat and encouraged him to mutter, “You’re perfect, E,” with passion. He stared down at the way he disappeared inside of her and snapped his hips even harder.

Their heads were so hazy that they couldn’t tell if there were minutes until Matty had to be back onstage or if they’d been fucking for far too long. And at that point, neither of them really cared. But the thrill of having only a few thin walls and a bit of stuffy space between the two of them and thousands of other people had them both not lasting very long. The door wasn’t even locked.

Matty finally set her arms free, pulling her upright and sitting her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His chest pressed against her back. One hand found itself wrapped around her throat while the other teased her clit again as he railed into her. Este cried out at the sudden pressure on her sensitive core and leaned her head over to bite on his neck, in attempts to silence herself.

“Keep going and you’ll make me come,” she spluttered through the euphoria.

His bottom lip sat pinned behind his teeth, eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl.” whispered Matty. He was focused—chasing his high as his girl milked him—wanting the same for her.

Este’s legs began to quiver, knees almost buckling beneath her, but the rush of Matty’s fingers pressing firmly on either side of her throat pushed her over the edge. The ecstasy in her lower belly snapped and she leaned further back in his neck, whimpering his name as she came.

He wasn’t far behind her; only seconds going by before he struggled to sustain the pace and force he’d set for himself, feeling the edge of his climax. The slickness that grew within her cunt as she was coming felt unreal around him.

“Where do you want me, love?” Matty grunted, now holding most of Este’s body weight up with an arm across her lower stomach—overstimulated and in so much pleasure it was painful.

“Inside me. Come inside me,” she pleaded messily, peering over her shoulder at him again. A few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead with the layer of sweat that built there. He breathed with an open mouth and stared back at her, completely fucked out and looking like sex itself.

He listened, thrusting one last time and shooting his cum far into her. Este moaned at the warmth she felt when it happened. “Shit,” Matty said with a shriek.

Their hot and heavy breaths fell into sync with one another as they attempted to catch them, Matty still buried inside her. She grabbed his jaw to turn it and sloppily tangle her lips in his.

And before he could even pull out, he heard the stage manager through his inears, followed by Too Shy’s instrumental.

“90 seconds. Matty stand by, please.”

They froze in panic for a second but quickly realised that stopping was the opposite of what needed to be done. So, he pulled out—though he really didn’t want to—Este hissing at the overload of sensation. She bent back over, knowing the sight of his seed dripping out of her would rile Matty back up.

It did. And he didn’t appreciate her teasing him when he had seconds to get himself stage-ready. Getting hard again would be extremely inconvenient, unfortunately, thought Matty, as he tucked himself back into his boxers and began stripping completely to get into his second outfit.

Watching his white cum flow out of Este did hypnotise him. So the only thought that popped into his foggy post-sex brain was to take his tongue and lick it up.

Este gasped and whimpered once more at the feeling, before Matty turned her around and tugged her jaw open. Then, he forcefully spit it—a combination of his saliva and both of their cum that he’d just cleaned up—onto her tongue.

“Swallow it.” he commanded. She followed his word. “We always taste so good together, don’t you think?”

Slightly stunned, Este nodded her head up and down to agree. He pecked her on the lips, all while doing up the final buttons on his shirt and shrugging on the suit jacket. Then, he slipped out of the door.

“Break a leg,” she joked before it shut behind him.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile and Este heard his hurried footsteps disappear towards the sea of Scottish fans.

#tbsg #blurb #meste blurb #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #smut #matty healy smut

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mysmistree · 7 months

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So I've been playing The Great Ace Attorney, which is one of the newer games by Capcom that features the appearance of The Great Detective, Sherlock Holmes. (Annoyingly named Herlock Sholmes since this game came out before he was fully copyright free.) And I was trying to figure out what year the game took place in. I heard one character, Mael Strongheart, mention the "Great Exhibition", and immediately it hit me that he was talking about the World's Fair. But, you see, the World's Fair was only hosted in London twice. 1851, and 1862. The first Sherlock Holmes story, A Study In Scarlet, was published in 1887. "Oh, well. Guess they shifted one forward or one back." I figured. Except, hold on. Mael Stronghart mentions that he wants to make "Paris' World's Fair look like a toy shop." So, the World's Fair isn't new, and it's been hosted in France before? The first time France hosted the World's Fair was in 1855, and was the only other host before the UK's last fair. And the timing would still be mis-labeled. Except. Except.

On the Wikipedia page, I went searching for the World's Fair which presented the Eiffel Tower, as I was wondering if it would be this one. The Eiffel Tower was actually presented in 1889. Okay, coolio. Technically after the first Holmes story, but, this Exhibition was hosted in Paris, France. Not London, England. But there's another exception. In the 1889 World's Fair, France had the French Revolution on their minds. And so they themed the Fair around Revolution and Anti-Monarchy ideals. And so, quite a few countries chose to boycott the exhibition instead. And would you be surprised, that one of the groups on that list was the United Kingdom? This would line up quite perfectly with the events of the game. In 1887, Sherlock Holmes comes into existence with the publication of A Study In Scarlet, which in the canon of The Great Ace Attorney, is the first publication of his adventures. In 1889, Paris, France hosts the World's Faire, titled the Exposition Universelle.

The United Kingdom, a monarchy, boycotts this exhibition because it is anti-monarchy. That year or later, they decide, in TGAA, to host their own exhibition, to outshine the exhibition in which Paris dominated with their presentation of the Eiffel Tower, a feat of modern architecture.

Because Holmes is a prominent character in the game, he talks at times about the very stories he appears in, and references them as "Short stories". The very first short story to feature Holmes was A Scandal in Bohemia, published 1891. And within the events of the games, there are cases which strongly resemble: The Red-Headed League,

The Man with the Twisted Lip,

The Adventure of the Speckled Band,

and hints to a few others. The Red-Headed League is the earliest of these to occur, and being published in 1891, makes 1891 the latest possible year the events of TGAA could have occurred. Therefore!

I put it to you, dear reader, That the events of The Great Ace Attorney, published by Capcom Begin and occur throughout the year of 1891! And I probably could've avoided ALL of the World's Fair talk, but WHERE is the fun in that??

(Picture from this article: https://www.pcgamesn.com/the-great-ace-attorney-chronicles/pc-sherlock-holmes)

#the great ace attorney #the worlds fair #it was an interesting puzzle #sherlock holmes #herlock sholmes #hes just a silly little guy making silly little comments that happen to point to exactly one specific year for the events of the game #and maybe it was a bit much to examine this #but SHUSH its fun

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 months

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Nineteen.

I'm so sorry I missed an update last week, guys. Friday was a busy one for me! Hope you enjoy it, and happy Friday to you all :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,351

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

The normalcy of being home; it was something she craved above all when her life and career took her far away from it, Jade standing softly singing to herself as she stirred a pot of sauce upon the stove, her dogs milling around, Salem in his usual place upon the rug. Their other cat, Juno, wasn’t present, the big, pale grey Mane Coon exactly where she always was whenever they were home; welded to Adrien’s side.

It was very fair to say she was daddy’s girl.

They had four days left with one another before he would fly out to Rome to begin shooting his next project, the film entitled Third Person, the locations switching between the Italian capital, Paris and New York for twelve weeks, Adrien’s stint filming in Italy taking up nine of those. She would be leaving just before he came home, off to LA to work on a film she’d very much been looking forward to, a biopic about musical legend Gregg Allman, in which she would be playing a woman – who became an even bigger legend than he, if you asked her – he'd been married to for three years back in the seventies.

Yes. She was playing Cher. And god, she was so excited. She’d nearly pee’d with elation when the lady herself had called her up and congratulated her, the women enjoying a long conversation about the upcoming role. ‘Just make sure you play me right, kid’, the icon had told Jade, who had walked around her house in a daze afterwards, only able to mutter ‘I just spoke to Cher on the phone, and she’s bloody lovely!’ on repeat for the following hour, giggling too.

She giggled to herself all over again at the memory, wobbling a little, the fact that she’d only eaten half a bagel and a salad that day playing havoc with the fact she was on her second large glass of wine. Looking up, she saw the back door open, her paint flecked husband coming in, a very contented Juno riding his shoulder.

“There’s my baby love,” he cooed, “cooking things that smell entirely too good. What are we having?”

“Baked Ziti.” Ahhh, yes. Marry a girl from Italian roots and damn, the food she’ll cook for you. “And a fuckload of salad. I can’t have more than a few mouthfuls. I need to keep small to play Cher. Her body in the seventies was something else!”

“I think you can spare a little more than that, Burtie,” he spoke, wrapping his arms around her, Juno jumping down to the floor neatly. “Really, you’re like a pin with great tits as it is.”

“Pin with great tits and a six pack!” she shouted playfully, yanking up her t shirt. Any chance she got to flash her abs, she took it, Adrien bending to blow a raspberry against her stomach.

“Sexy as hell, honey.” Giving her a big kiss, he reached for the open wine bottle, pouring himself a glass before jumping to sit on the counter, a nearby Brando rising up on his hind legs to place his paws on his knees, chew toy proffered forth. “So, gimme the rundown. You’re in LA from April seventeenth to May twenty first, and then what?”

Giving the sauce another gentle stirring, she then put the hob on beneath the large pot of water to take care of the pasta. “Then we’re flying straight to the UK to headline the Friday at Download festival, then onto Germany to do another open air, then spending a week out there before moving onto the festival in France, then Spain, meaning I’ll arrive back on the July fifteenth with three days to spare before big pony gets here!”

Oh, how excited she was for the arrival of her horse, everything ready for Mia when she got there, Jade having spent an eye watering amount of money on all the associated paraphernalia horses needed, including many thousands on a horse truck to actually bring her back from the airport in. She was worried about her having to be flown over, scared of her becoming panicked, being on the plane, but calmed a little for knowing she would be given a mild sedative prior to her flight, plus the fact that Wolfgang, the groom from the riding school would be flying with her.

“And then it all calms down for a while,” he spoke, letting Brando win their tug o’ war game, the dog shaking his rope and trotting off to chew it over the other side of the kitchen. “It’s gonna be so damned strange, spending almost three months at home before I’m back working.”

They had a few commitments between late June and mid-September, a few public appearances, invited to the Malaysian Grand Prix, a few charity events in New York, LA and London, a movie premiere for the last film Jade had shot and two for Adrien, but mostly they would get to enjoy a slower pace for once. It was virtually unheard of, for a couple who worked as hard as they did, both very much looking forward to an extended period of being able to spend some quality time together.

“What’s this here?” he then asked, leaning over to reach for a handful of printed sheets of paper.

“Oh! I meant to show you that and then I had wine!”

Snorting a laugh, he looked at what he held, turning the pages as he tried to make sense of it. “It’s a teeny house of some sort?”

“It’s a hen house, complete with roost. I’m making it myself since I couldn’t find anything I liked the look of online,” she spoke, sipping her wine and slotting herself between his thighs, Adrien wrapping his legs around her. “Stop laughing.”

“I’m not.” That was negated somewhat by the shaking shoulders as he at least attempted to keep it in. “Burtie, we both know you and assembly don’t go hand in hand. You can’t even do flatpack.”

She was aghast. “I bloody can!”

Oh, the little bubble of delusion his beloved liked to live within. “The shelves in the bathroom?”

“I got them done!” There was a pause. “Eventually.”

“The bed at your place in the city? Granted, that was before my time, but Jen told me that you called her having a meltdown when you couldn’t get it assembled.”

“It was difficult holding things together while lining the screws up!”

“And you think joinery is gonna be any easier? With the nails and the sanding and the measuring?”

She tightened her lips, trying not to laugh as he raised one eyebrow significantly higher than the other. “Will you let me help you before I go away?”

“I can manage fine, Bug.”

He hummed, resting his chin atop her head. “I’m not convinced at all. I don’t want to come home to a wife whose missing bits of herself, and the idea of you using a saw unassisted is scary as hell.”

“How dare you cast such aspersions upon my DIY skills!” she gasped comically, flicking the papers in his hands with her finger a couple of times. “I’m working to plans! I measured, I even plotted out ground space, too!”

Looking at them again, he concentrated, pointing at the measurements at the top of the page. “The roof will overhang the actual structure by four feet.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the sour face he was greeted with. “Stop scowling because you’re wrong. I’m helping you.”

She finally smiled, realising that he was right and yes, she could likely do with a little assistance with her project. “Thank you." Kissing him, she went back to the pot upon the hob, picking up her phone and ordering all the timber needed from the nearest lumber yard, choosing the express option that would have the items delivered by noon the following day.

When noon arrived, what began with good intentions after the delivery had been dropped off soon became a lesson in why couples, even those who rarely fought beyond stupid bickering, should never, ever attempt a joint DIY project.

“No, that’s a side panel. It isn’t a floor piece.” He took a breath, at least attempting not to let his temper be further prickled.

“It isn’t. The floor pieces are flat, the side panels are ridged. I haven’t nailed the last one together yet.”

“Well, why the fuck not? It needs the last side panel putting on before the floor!”

“Because as I just fucking said, I haven’t nailed it together yet!”

“Then why not do that first instead of doing the floor?”

“Because then I’ve got a space to easily get in and out of it to put the floor pieces in, haven’t I? If I don’t, then I’ve got to crawl through the pissing tiny little hen door, and I’m about four feet too fucking tall for that, Adrien!”

“Or, and how about this for a revelation, since the roof isn’t on yet, just turn it upside down and nail the floor into the frame that way, so the nails then go up into the side pieces too and give it more support! Fucking hell!”

Her jaw tightened staring at her husband, pointing the claw hammer she held towards him. “Knock the sarcasm off. You’re being a prick for the sake of it.”

“And you’re being your usual, insufferable self who can’t get things done logically.”

“Oh, alright, fucks sake!” she yelled, dropping the hammer with a thud. “So I didn’t think to upend it to nail the flooring on. True to form, you just have to be an all-knowing arsehole about it, don’t you?”

He snorted, shaking his head. “And you wanted to do this by yourself. You’d have ended up with something like Homer Simpson had when he was making the doghouse.” He couldn’t help but laugh, realising how stupid their argument had become, looking up fondly. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck off.”

“Come on, Jade. I said I’m sorry. Help me turn this over and we’ll get the floor nailed on.” While he was all for moving on with things speedily, Jade was a stewer, and stew on it she did, looking at him from under a furrowed brow. “Ow! Jesus fuck, Jade!”

“What now?” she shouted, wishing for nothing more than a packet of matches, so she could set fire to her very bad idea. Why did she have to be so fussy? Why couldn’t a pre-assembled hen house have been good enough?

“You just dropped it on my hand!”

“Shit, are you alright?”

“No.” She went to approach him, Adrien pointing. “Uh-uh. Bad to be near me right now. Very bad.”

While he stormed off in the direction of the house, grasping his hand, she stood and took a deep breath. Big things they never truly argued about, somehow they seemed to have a very efficient synergy for dealing with larger problems they faced, but little things? Oh, they blew up. Both acting like stubborn idiots mostly.

Knowing he needed time to cool down, she nailed the floor pieces on herself, then assembled the side panel, carefully turning the roost over to affix it. The roof frame was placed on, long nails hammered in to secure it to the main frame, only the roof panels left before it had to be affixed to the base frame, lifting it up high. She was about to begin nailing said panels on when a familiar scent drifted under her nose, Jade turning to see Adrien over to the side of the house, sitting on the outdoor couch on the patio.

“Wow, I drove you to weed, hmm?”

He side eyed her, picking up the bottle of beer he’d also brought out with him. “I think I might have driven myself to it, too.” That time, when he laughed softly, softness was returned, his wife moving to sit at his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and kissing it.

“How’s your hand?”

He sniffed, holding it up. It was marked with a bright red line and a few grazes. “Had to yank out a few splinters. Nothing that being a little stoned won’t fix.”

“Or you’ll fall asleep,” she shrugged, moving to lie her head on his lap, taking the joint when he passed it to her.

“There’s a fifty percent chance of that,” he winked, making her snort softly.

“Oh, not so mad that I won’t get the brunt of the horny sex demon, then?” she chuckled, blowing smoke down her nose.

He leaned to her, kissing her forehead. “No, but I will fuck you angrily, Moo.”

Any lingering tension melted away as she boomed a laugh, taking another drag, feeling the strong weed beginning to work. Her giggles only intensified, moving to lie with her head on his lap.

“Look at you, fucking weed lightweight,” he spoke. Neither were particular hardened to it, though, smoking it as infrequently as they did. “What’s funny?”

“The fact that we...” She sent him into a snorting mess, watching her hiss with laughter. “The fact that we can weather the hugest of storms in our life without so much as a crossed word, but building a hen house is what tips us into all the yelling and the rage!”

“And then we get stoned and laugh about how completely ridiculous we are. Works for me,” he spoke, supressing a cough, taking another drag and handing it back to her, beginning to bounce his thigh beneath her head.

“No, stop. You’ll give me motion sickness.”

Why that was so hilarious, he had no idea, but it took him a good three minutes to stop laughing. Looking down, he continued to snicker, seeing Jade prodding her tongue against the zipper of his cargo pants. “You’ll wake him up.”

“Maybe I want to.” Moving her hand, she pressed against his crotch, feeling a swell of semi-erectness there already. “Mmm, already awake, so I feel.” Moving astride him, her fingers glided through his hair giving it a little tug as she tickled his lips with her tongue, kissing him with slow, syrupy heat. “If you'll excuse me, I think I need to kiss you right here.” she purred, grasping his rapidly thickening cock with a soft moan, tongue flickering against the stubble upon his throat.

“Eventually,” he grunted, mouth moving to her neck, pulling her black vest top up. “After I’ve sucked your tits.”

Who was she to deny a man who hungered for her nipples? Pulling off her top while he flicked her bra undone, she gasped at the contact, the bud of her nipple bathed in a warm, wet hug, his big hands kneading softly as she rocked against him. Pressing herself against his cock had little shocks tingling within her, a soft mewl leaving her pretty lips when her other nipple was closed upon with a bite, his hands moving to smooth up and down her back.

“Get these off," he instructed, tugging her cut offs, Jade backing off him to do just that, sliding them and her little red thong off, yanked back into his arms, his fingers pushing into her folds as he resumed the suck around her nipple. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.”

The warm honey of her cunt saturated his fingers as he embedded them in her, a shallow push to begin with, nudging her sweet spot, gliding them in further with a sumptuous rotation that had her clenching around them, his mouth finding hers as they panted and moaned into urgent, feverish kisses.

With his free hand, he undid his pants, Jade assisting by yanking them down his thighs for him to somewhat awkwardly wriggle out of and kick off, pulling his t shirt off. Moving his hand, he then impaled her on his hardness fully, teeth sharp at her neck, her cry filling the air. “Not that I don’t love being stretched wide around it, but this isn’t getting your cock sucked, is it?”

He rumbled a chuckle, kissing her again. “Tell you what, I’ll make you come first, then blow my load right down your throat. How about that?”

“Mmm,” she purred, “can’t wait for you to make me choke on it.” Their mouths crashed together, the rocking of his hips against her sending darts of pleasure as he hit her clit every time, her grinding down on him sending further streaks of bliss that ignited the embers flickering to full burn.

"Oh god, fuck, oh!" she cried, feeling him shift forward, grasping her legs. She moved them, crossing them behind him, the move allowing her to sink down further upon him, his cock hitting her deep as their bodies rocked together ferally. Each press of him right up against her summit had neon bursts radiating within her, crying out as she clasped herself around him, sucking his tongue, staring into the sunlit, moss green of his eyes. "Fuck, I love you."

Those words never failed to make his heart thunder harder, conveying the same in how he kissed her, standing to carry her to the back door, her body pressed against the glass, pinned there by his chest as he moved his hands, gripping her thighs and holding her spread, beginning to fuck up into her with savage need.

The heavy pressure of his cock was a sharp-edged pleasure, her body banging against the glass she was pressed into, the raw, primal need of it suffusing down to her marrow. Oh, when the horny sexy demon in him came out to play, how he brought the fire with him. The warm wet of her clamped around him strongly, each thrust pounded into her harder to fight the tension gripping onto his cock, his groans all earth and salt as he buried his mouth against her neck.

The continued deep, rapid spearing of his cock into her had the pleasure pooling golden, her thighs tightening upon his waist, hips rolling against him as she cried out like a wounded animal, the lightning arcing through her, the release pulsating up her spine. With his own fluttering at the base of his cock, he pulled from her, carrying her back to the couch, hands entwining in her hair as she took him in her mouth and let him fuck the plush of her squeezing lips, until with a gritted groan he filled her throat with cum.

What began as a day of construction and petty yelling ended in a naked evening, neither bothering to dress, lying together on the couch outside drinking beers and relaxing under the warm, spring sun. A state of relax was how they spent their last two days together, Jade kissing him goodbye at the airport, dashing home again feeling a little sad for him leaving for nine weeks. It didn’t matter how used to it she was, she loved being near her husband.

Having the house to herself was nice, though, continuing her daily workouts in order to remain ripped enough to easily pass off as a nineteen seventies Cher, with how lean her body was back then, the project ever drawing nearer. The week before she was due to depart, she had a house guest come to stay in the form of Katie, a little lonely herself since Charlotte was on tour with Crimson Shrines, the death metal side project band she played in.

“Bro, this is so ready for chickens!” the lady herself spoke, she and Jade standing back to admire the project they’d teamed together to complete. The latter was going to complete it with her husband, but wanted to spend some time of greater quality with him in his remaining days before he’d left.

“It is, my friend. It is. Shame there won’t be any in it for a couple of months, unless Adrien decides to buy some while I’m gone,” she mused, opening the gate as they headed back towards the house. “Oh! I almost forgot to say, I have a package coming at any time, but I have to take Atlas and Bear to the vets for their jabs. Can you be around to hear the bell instead of outside?”

“Sure can, baby. I was planning on playing cook tonight anyways,” she spoke, Jade spinning to grasp her arms.

“Please tell me you’re making your chicken teriyaki burgers!” Anyone who’d ever eaten one of Katie’s famous creations would understand the urgency. They were beyond delicious.

“Can confirm, I am making my chicken teriyaki burgers. Where’s your charcoal at, gonna barbecue ‘em, they always taste better that way. And don’t make that face! I texted Adrien to ask if I could use it and he said yes, just to keep you well away from it!”

Jade pouted, remembering the incident that had almost led to their very expensive, Big Green Egg barbecue overheating, Jade lighting it but not opening the vent. Her husband had gone berserk and banned her from going anywhere near it in the wake of almost trashing it. “Fine. I’ll make salad.”

Wrapping her arm around her shoulders, Katie kissed her cheek. “That’s a good lil’ woman.” A hard slap greeted her backside for that comment, laughing and bending over. “Ooooh, gimme another! You spank way harder than Charlotte!”

“Get in the damned house, you bloody menace!”

While Katie began her dinner prep, Jade got her two biggest dogs into the harnesses, kissing her friend goodbye and picking up her keys and bag. Opening the rear of her Jeep, the hounds jumped in, Jade affixing them in safely and shutting the door, throwing her bag onto the passenger seat. She loved living somewhere where she could do that and not worry about anybody smashing her window to steal it.

Selecting an album to listen to, she placed her cell phone into the cup holder and reversed out, driving around to the front of the house and down the long drive, noticing how full all the trees lining it were beginning to look. The new ones she’d planted a year before were budding nicely, too, still supported by long bamboo canes to assist in their fledgling stages.

Slowing her car, she pressed the fob to open the electric gates, looking back in the rear view at the trees again. She wondered where she’d be in life when they’d finally reached a significant height, driving through the gateway slowly, about to pull out of her drive when she heard something hit the back of her car.

“Is that one of you fat headed buggers?” she muttered, turning to look at her dogs, see which one of them had decided to bang their face against the window. Neither had, both growling at the source of the noise as the baseball bat was swung again, chaotic barking following as the window cracked, Serena swinging it again and this time shattering the glass completely.

“Get out here or I’ll fucking kill your dogs, Jade! Get out of this car now!”

Her mouth dropped open, her limbs already feeling light and tingly, her stomach plummeting like she’d swallowed a led weight. Now was not the time to wonder how on earth her stalker had escaped a treatment facility, Jade grabbing her phone and calling nine one one, asking for the police and giving her address, trembling as she did. She was advised by the operator to stay in the car, but as Serena continued, she knew that wasn’t possible, the rear windscreen beginning to crack.

There was no way she was risking the safety of her dogs, big and ferocious as they were, even a mastiff would be lucky to survive a crack to the skull with a baseball bat. With adrenaline coursing through her, she cut the engine, jumping from the car and storming to the rear of the vehicle.

“You fucking dare threaten my bloody dogs, you fucking psychopath!” she bellowed, that famous roar she was known for gravelling her voice. “You want some? Come fucking get it.” Striding for her, Jade remembered her fight training from one of the last movies she’d done, having to accurately portray a hard as nails mercenary. She wasn’t a fighter in reality, not at all, but when presented with the animals she thought of as her babies coming under attack, the protector came out.

Serena screamed in all-out rage, swinging the bat, Jade ducking, her leg shooting out to round kick her in the thigh. The move knocked her aggressor off balance, the bat grabbed, the women wrestling one another for supremacy, Jade towing her near enough to throw her forehead straight into her nose, the bone breaking with a sickening crack, wrenching the bat from her grasp and hurling it as far away as she could throw.

A melee followed, Jade punched in the eye, reaching for Serena’s hair and slamming her head off the back of the Jeep, the dogs still barking furiously within. “Stay away from me, you sick fuck!” she roared, smashing her head against the taillight again, Serena suddenly lurching forward.

“Fuck you, fuck you!”

She felt it hit her side, something sharp and cold, again and again, the pain like cold fire burning as with both hands, she made one last valiant effort, hurling Serena’s head so hard into the Jeep, blood exploded over the paintwork, finally going limp as Jade threw her to the ground. Looking at her side, the horror of her damage was evident, her grey t shirt and blue jeans becoming soaked in blood, sirens wailing in the distance as she fell to the ground.

Her dogs barking.

A copper taste filling her mouth as she wheezed.

A tall, handsome police officer calling for immediate backup and an ambulance on his radio, his voice telling her to stay with him as he applied pressure to her wounds.

A puddle of blood pouring from her side.

Her eyes fluttered, heavy, coldness dragging at her, luring, beckoning.

Black.

Lights in her eyes, people shouting stats at one another, motion, another bright light. Sirens wailing. “Thirty-four-year-old female, multiple stab wounds...”

Black.

Light, bright light.

Pain.

Shouting.

Nothing.

Black.

#adrien brody fanfiction #adrien brody fanfic #adrein brody fic #adrien bridy smut #adrien brody #sky full of stars #adrien and jade

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adder24 · 1 year

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Stamford...I have questions

In case you're wondering why this is such a big thing, Stamford in the UK is a very middle class/Upper class town. It's not unusual to see obscene sports cars or classic sports cars roaming the streets. Most of the kids are sent to the Stamford endowed school or as I call it "The wannabe Harry Potter school" and it's just very posh.

I don't live here. I work here and it's so middle class it's unreal...so when THAT appeared as a headline article on the local paper...Oh how I howled with laughter. Funny thing is, the article is even more hilarious..you can read it here but you will have to find a way around the fecking ads.

Anyway, THE JIST basically a man in his 70's went on his usual walk and found this doll. He thought it was an actual person at first but on closer inspection, realised it wasn't. He noted the "huge bosoms so thought presumably it’s a sex thing" (Literal words by the way!)

Not content with spotting it, the guy took pictures, showed his wife who then wanted to also take a look (WHY IN THE FUCK?!) And when she went to gawk, it had gone. Va-moused and the local council has said that they were not responsible for collecting it.

“We were disgusted that someone would be so stupid to do something like that to our beautiful countryside.”

I mean yeah...it's a bit bad to go tossing away your sex toys like that (See what I did there?) but just....It's just hilarious. It's like someone wrote a comedy sketch that couldn't be anymore beautifully timed.

To be fair....It has a nice shaped ass

Beautifully posed I feel.

Like some bizarre Renaissance painting.

Anyway. Link provided, have a giggle, I just wanted to share what made my morning today.

Tagging those who would get a kick.

@the-boneyard-rider @izhunny @plinkitee @bonnie131313 @savhcaro @nuggsmum @captkatecastle @afalsegcd @alwayscaskett810 @superlc529 @emelinelovesjc @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr @frenchfrostpudding @ladyoftheteaandblood @untilthe12ofnever @nikki-rook @hellostickerdoodle @nightwolfslair

#Middle class #Stamford #The fuck is going on #England #Shit that happens in England #I can't #Harry Potter got some moves #I am dead

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loudblonde · 1 year

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Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter eleven)

Summary: (Y/N) and Simon gets a quiet morning in after receiving news of another safe house being made ready for them, this one away from König. Though during breakfast (Y/N) suggests a spare match against the two rivals, the winner gets whatever he wants. Tensions get high as their demands are made.

warnings: Just a very fair warning, this chapter will involve writing about very obsessive behaviour. It discusses using others like toys and essentially just objectifies Simon in (Y/N)'s mind. So if you can't read that for any reason, don't worry. I have other more fluffy one-shots.

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(Y/N) awoke early the next morning to find Simon awake before him. He smiled and gently snuggled into the other's chest, grabbing onto him almost possessively. “(Nickname), your phone has been going off all morning,” Simon whispered in his ears. It sent shivers down his spine that were easily suppressed.

(Y/N) simply replied with a groan before sitting up. He grabbed his phone and glanced at the non-familiar number before shrugging and calling it.

‘Good you are awake. You have requested a level 2 safety cabin, yes?’ The person on the other end asked through a heavily modulated voice filter, (Y/N) didn’t doubt he had one on as well, either his own or through the booking company he was ordering from.

“Yes, it is needed hastily and away from any one thing. I don’t like surprise visitors.” (Y/N) replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt Simon’s eyes on him.

‘That can be done, it will take a week, do you have any preference?’ The voice asked.

(Y/N) hummed a bit. “No local entertainment, mountains are okay but not needed, no need for added defence, we have ways of our own… Europe but not the UK.” He said and tapped his lip a bit. “That would be all.”

‘We will contact you with an address over the safety lines in 4 days.’ The call abruptly ended as (Y/N) put the phone down.

“Making friends?” Simon asked as (Y/N) stood up. He didn’t leave the bed as (Y/N) did.

“Yeah, just securing a place for us that isn’t here. Being with König, while he is a good friend, is not permanent.” He said before picking up some clothes to wear. Simple jeans and a shirt. He turned back around and looked at Simon. The way the cover fell off his hips, perfectly framing his torso and with the dim light from the old overhead light.

(Y/N) walked over and sat on the little bit of bed available beside Simon. He reached over and gently brushed some of the hair away from his face. “I think the longer hair suits you.” He said.

Simon sat up as he ran a hand through his hair. “I have never really allowed it time to grow, there hasn’t been any reason for it.”

“Well, I think it would suit you, just a bit.” (Y/N) said softly. “We most likely have another week here before we go, would you be okay with that?”

Simon looked away and thought to König. The man was tall, awkward and gangly, but he wasn’t a threat. If allowed, Simon had no doubt that König would be on his knees worshipping (Y/N). A sentiment that Simon understood very well. Though having to share the attention he had come to crave more than air itself… it wasn’t something he was overly comfortable with. Though Simon looked back to (Y/N) and nodded.

(Y/N) smiled and stood up. “Thank you.” He said before tilting his head, fully catching onto Simon’s thoughts, the man's face betrayed his emotions and desires. (Y/N) carefully tilted the man's face up, his thumb brushed across his bottom lip for a second. “Simon, you shouldn’t worry about anyone, you will always have my full attention.” He said before leaning down. (Y/N) hesitated before placing a kiss at the corner of Simon’s mouth. He pulled away, smiled and left the room.

Simon was left with more emotions than he could process as he watched the door close. He touched where he had been kissed and smiled widely before schooling his face.

(Y/N) on the other hand, was busy boiling water for tea and making something to eat. Fresh buns were already sitting on a cooling rack, they looked a bit burnt but a note from König said he went hunting for some meat and to keep the fort running while he was away.

(Y/N) carefully removed the bacon and added them to a plate before frying more of it. He knew both Simon and König enjoyed it, even if he didn’t eat it. He stirred the pot of baked beans as it slowly heated up and gently poked the fried eggs to make sure they didn’t burn into the pan. A simple but delicious breakfast.

When Simon came down, (Y/N) felt hesitant arms wrap around him. He smiled and leaned back against Simon without a single word. He just enjoyed the sense of normality. Their lives were filled with nothing but bloodshed and toxicity. (Y/N) thrived in that environment though it had become clear that Simon didn’t. Had anyone asked what (Y/N) would have done about that weakness before he had met Simon, he would probably have told them to kill the weakness, it would bring nothing but trouble, so taking it out and replacing it was more or less the best and only option in his mind. But now… well (Y/N) most certainly didn’t love Simon. As a matter of fact, (Y/N) wasn’t even sure he could love anyone. But Simon was… nice. Nicer than most, so nice in fact that maybe when his father was gone, (Y/N) would make Simon his and only his. A simple toy to keep around. Simon was a very capable man but the idea of reducing him to nothing but a begging and whimpering- “The eggs are burning.” Simon mumbled against his ear. (Y/N) sighed and placed the eggs on a plate.

“I never claimed to be a good chef.” (Y/N) muttered back. Simon sliced some buns, buttered them and poured the beans over them. He took two of their plates over to the table while (Y/N) put a metal dome over the one left on the kitchen table. They ate in relative silence, neither needing to speak this early.

König came down with 3 birds of some kind and processed them in a separate room before coming to them and joining them at the table, he ate some of his food before (Y/N) broke the silence. “We should all train, and fight together. I don’t know the last time you fought with anyone, König, but I know you are one hell of a fighter and…” His eyes looked at Simon, travelling up and down with the ease of someone looking at a possession, “I know from personal experience that Simon is a very good fighter.” He said and looked at König. “Are you interested?”

König tilted his head and looked at Simon. “I am game unless he isn’t.”

Simon glared at König. “I am ready. Even with my wrist, I could take you down.”

König leaned forward and smirked. “Well, rules?”

“No killing, no using actual weapons… cheap tricks are permitted and encouraged.” (Y/N) said.

“And what does the winner get?” Simon asked, not taking his eyes off König.

“Well, boys, what do you want?” (Y/N) leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips.

“A night with you, in all its glory.” König, who was still very intent on having direct eye contact with Simon, said, He didn’t miss the way Simon’s eyes narrowed.

“And you, my dear Simon?” (Y/N) asked as he turned to Simon. “What would you want?”

Simon looked away from König, his eyes rested on (Y/N). “I won’t ask for something I already have, but I will be bold and ask for your exclusive attention until my death.” When they first met, Simon had gotten too close too quickly, a part of him that hoped (Y/N) would never use him was screaming at Simon for ignoring very obvious red flags, but Simon wasn’t listening to that part of him. He wanted (Y/N) no matter what, even if that meant sacrificing what little self-preservation and dignity he had left. He wanted (Y/N)’s full attention on him, always and forever. Simon knew there was a chance to just get thrown away as soon as (Y/N) was bored but he wanted nothing more than to follow every broken whim of (Y/N).

(Y/N) smirked as he leaned forward a bit. “Well, how about that, a very bold demand for winning one fight.” He said. (Y/N) loved the boldness of it. He even enjoyed it in a sadistic way. Simon had actually asked for something so far above his pay grade and so unachievable for his position as a guard dog, no a human meat shield. Designed to be riddled with bullets to save (Y/N)’s life in case of anything. Simon wasn’t supposed to matter and yet he so boldly asked for attention. (Y/N) liked that, he liked it a lot. Simon would entirely just depend on him. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let that go. He did actually want Simon as his only. “I accept both of your terms. If König wins, he will spend a night getting fucked senseless and if you, Simon, win… You will have my exclusive and undivided attention whenever work doesn’t call for us to be professional. I will even protect you from my father's wrath once this is all over.”

Simon’s breath hitched slightly. He hadn’t even considered what would happen once they returned. He knew Price was going to have him punished in some way; he just hoped that whatever words (Y/N) could say would lessen the disfiguration that he was going to face. He was already monstrous looking, he didn’t want to look worse, he didn’t want (Y/N) to hate him more. “Thank you.”

“But only if you win.”

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fiendishneko · 6 months

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An Over Written Post About Hilary Cass

Hey, so chances are, you folks have probably heard about something in the UK that cam out recently called the Cass Report. Named after the woman behind it, Hilary Cass, the report purports to provide a thorough, impartial evaluation of trans healthcare in the UK, with the intention of being used a guidance going forward.

Now, if you've already heard about the report, you've probably also heard how this this thing has more holes than swiss cheese and seems to be held together by spit, safety pins and seething hatred for us uppity queers. For example, you probably heard how Cass chose to disregard 50 out of 51 studies that support the current model of trans health care, on the grounds that they didn't utilize a "Double Blind study group", something that is recognised by medical professionals to both unethical and untenable in this situation, whilst accepting as evidence four studied that suggested trans healthcare had negligible results, all four of which ALSO did not make use of a double blind.

She also believes the toys children play with are biologically pre-determined. Seriously. Boys like trucks, girls like dollies, basic biology, simple as.

But this overly long post isn't about the report, it's about Hilary Cass the person. Who is this totally impartial, fair and balanced individual?

Well, this exact same Hilary Cass has personally warned the Conservative Minister for Equalities (this is actually very funny, trust me), Kemi Badenoch, of the "risks" of any kind of ban on conversion therapy.

In addition, Hilary Cass is a follower and supporter of far-right anti trans hate group, "Transgender Trend", an astroturfed UK group that was one of many found to have been the receipient of vast amounts of dark money from US Conservative groups such as the Heritage Foundation and Alliance Defending Freedom.

"But wait Neko!" I hear you cry, "Us poor Yanks are feeling all left out, is there anything she's done over on our side of the pond?" Well, my hypothetical American reader, there is, how astute of you.

Cass has also worked very closely with Patrick Hunter of the Catholic Medical Association as a consultant on potential anti-trans and anti-LGBT legislation to be implemented by Govenor Ron DeSantis. The CMA is an overtly anti-LGBT organisation and Hunter himself is purportedly part of a group of anti-trans activists working across the United States to undermine and undo LGBT rights, for which he was hand picked by Ron DeSantis for his role in the "Florida Review".

So yeah.

Hilary Cass: A fair, balanced, impartial, hate group following, conversion therapy supporting, fascist policy advising writer of the Cass Report.

#lgbtq #transgender #trans #lgbt pride #lesbian #gay #bisexual #uk #current events #cass report #hilary cass #this post was brought to you by a pissed off tranny dyke with too much time and anger on her hands

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confoundedluna · 4 months

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my mood just went all over the place seeing the creepro date on the UK Smyths site getting pushed back again

on the one hand, devastated that we won't get them for at least another couple months, and also suspicious because there's no date range given and it's just the month (July for anyone wondering) so it could get pushed again

but also very relieved because I have a toy fair I'm going to on Saturday and I felt guilty about the possibility of buying dolls there and then like a week later going on a creepro hunt, and spending a ton of money

and now I can guilt free doll hunt lmao

(it's never guilt free spending money on hobbies in a cost of living crisis)

#luna laments #monster high #apologies to the people who did Not follow me for monster high stuff #but the autism grabbed hold and y'all are just gonna have to deal

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busterstrouble · 7 months

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Your transgressions are mine as well Anger grows in my bones if you could not tell But I'll find comfort in company Lord forgive us, my boys and me

Birthday — Dec 5th 1986 Zodiac Sign — Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising MBTI — ENTJ Enneagram — Type 8 Primary Vice — viscous Primary Virtue — charismatic Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — Judy Palmerteri Father — John Palmerteri Mother’s Occupation — unknown Father’s Occupation —unknown Family Finances — unknon Birth Order — Only child Brothers — 10 foster brothers over time Sisters — 5 foster sisters over time Other Close Family — Found family - pack in London Members: Rancor, Marshall, Emmett, Phillip, Arthur, Ada Best Friend — Rancor - his alpha was his brother and best friend. He died in front of Buster and he has yet to truly mourn the loss of his friend and leader Other Friends — Marshall and Arthur were his closest minions. They were truly like brothers where they would argue one minute and be friends the next. Emmett was a bit stand off ish and Ada was like a little sister. All died in front of him he has yet to mourn the loss of his friends. Pets — none yet Home Life During Childhood — was in 5 different foster homes before he turned 8 years old. Was used as a pawn to get more money from the government. Was always reminded by the other foster kids that he was nothing and was just being used. Town or City Name(s) —Camden Town, London UK What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — The last home he lived in Buster only had an air mattress on the floor of a living room. He had to have it deflated and put away before foster dad was awake at 0600 or he would suffer repercussions Any Sports or Clubs — Buster joined a rugby team with his pack brothers - Very big fan of rugby Favorite Toy or Game — did not have any toys or games as a child - as an adult he does enjoy billiards and gambling Schooling — never attended school as a mundus - Rancor ensured that him and his brothers attended school as they grew up - he would consider going to college even as a 30 yr old Favorite Subject — Government Popular or Loner — He was an outcast by nature as a child. Once he was in his pack he was rather popular...his natural personality and demeanor created a hierarchy and he has the ability to draw people in. Important Experiences or Events —leaving his final foster home for the first time - following rancor to a local pub and being turned - never looking back Nationality — English Culture — English Religion and beliefs — undecided

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Tom Hardy Complexion — fair skin with an olive tone - freckles across his nose Hair Colour — very dirty blonde Eye Colour — bright blue Height — 6’3” Build — tall, stocky, muscular build Tattoos — covered - across his chest and upper arms down to his wrists - stand outs: The British Flag on his chest, a traditional style wolf on his forearm, a pinup girl on his left arm Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — high fade on both side, top kept longer and slicked back Clothing Style — nothing too crazy...jeans and a shirt...leather jacket Mannerisms —natural scowl and a smirk Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — cannot remember the last time he was sick Physical Ailments — nothing Neurological Conditions — none Allergies — none Grooming Habits — he is very clean even though his hands always appear dirty from work Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little Eating Habits —doesnt really think about food - eats whenever he feels like it or remembers Exercise Habits — very regimented and has a work out schedule. Very strong even outside his wolf form. Emotional Stability — very short fuse and does not know how to process emotions - usually suppresses them Sociability — avoids most social situations unless he is getting something out of it or he feels like being a troll and instigating Addictions — nicotine Drug Use — no thanks Alcohol Use — socially

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless Good Habits — very determined, tenacious, head strong, charismatic Best Characteristic — he really does have a soft spot for the underdog - he will take the lowly in and protect them from those he deems too high and mighty Worst Characteristic — rude impulsive and abrasive Worst Memory —standing in the middle of harold square watching a sidewalk artist create a giant merry go round with chalk. It was very busy and very crowded. Turning around and noticing that his mother and father were gone. He was only 4 but he remembers it scene by scene - they left him? They werent looking for him? Running around frantically trying to find them only to be left in London without anyone. Best Memory — being turned Proud of —the life he has built for himself Embarrassed by — his inability to form relationships Driving Style —very conservative on his motorcycle besides the speed Strong Points — determined, strong willed, confident Attitude — rude, judgemental, unbothered Weakness — family Fears — letting someone in Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — in swyn lake he is not out as a wolf Regrets — none. Feels Vulnerable When - when someone truly sees him Pet Peeves — incompetence Conflicts — tbd Motivation — to be nothing like those who think they have it better than anyone -to build a new pack in the memory of his fallen Short Term Goals and Hopes — create a home in swyn lake, create a pack or at least a plan for one Long Term Goals and Hopes —open a motorcycle shop Sexuality — straight Day or Night Person — both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist Greatest Want —a pack Greatest Need — a pack

Likes and Styles:

Music — americana, 80s hair metal. Books —does enjoy reading historical fiction and fantasy novels Foods — anything with ranch, pot pies, meat pies, candy Drinks — plain tea, coke, beer Animals —wolves Sports — Rugby Social Issues — anarchy Favorite Saying —i create my own trouble Color — grey and dark green Clothing — jeans and a shirt... Jewelry — has two rings on his left hand Games —gambling TV Shows — sons of anarchy , game of thrones, band of brothers Movies — War Movies, action movies, period movies

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Southern Isle Household furnishings — His room is just a bed and a nigh stand pairs with a rack for clothes and a book shelf. The spare room is bare - with a few motorcycle parts. The living room has a giant leather couch and some antiques for tables and shelves. There is a tv but he does not use it much. Most Cherished Possession — journal. Neighborhood — Southern Isle Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No Significant Other Before — a few short term girlfriends and a lot of random hook ups Children — None! Relationship with Family — has no contact with his parents - they could be dead or alive. His found family is all deceased. Car — vintage indian motorcycle Career — mechanic Dream Career — Own his own motorcycle shop Dream Life — have a pack of his own, create a monoply with pack - providing a business for hire - body guards...gambling...hitmen but all under the table - while running his own motorcycle shop letting the underlings do the real work unless he actually needed to show his face Love Life — single and ready to mingle Talents or Skills —very skilled mechanic Intelligence Level — very smart almost too smart but does not let it show Finances — grew up with nothing - has a lot of savings and investments but does not show it - will keep it hidden to fit in with society.

#edits #tasks #me

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tamapalace · 2 years

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Bandai UK Attends UK Toy Fair 2023 & Brings Impressive Tamagotchi Display

image source: Toy World Mag

It’s toy fair season! Bandai UK attended the UK Toy Fair 2023 this week. The UK Toy Fair is the UK’s largest dedicated toy, game and hobby trade show which is held annually. Similar to last year, where Bandai UK brought the unannounced and unreleased Tamagotchi Pix Party, and pictures got out. It looks like this year they are being more careful.

UK Toy Fair 2023 was held from Tuesday, January 24th 2023 through Thursday, January 26th, 2023, at Olympia London, a beautiful venue that hold the over 20 vendors. Bandai UK was at stand N17 and had quite an impressive Tamagotchi display!

image source: playtimeprltd on Instagram

The Tamagotchi display featured a bunch of Tamagotchi’s, more than we can count and more than are currently available in the UK! Bandai UK brought TinyTAN, Demon Slayer, Kingdom Hearts, Jujutsu Kaisen, Spy x Family, Hatsune Miku, Jurassic World, Star Wars, Grogu, Toy Story, Hello Kitty, and Tokyo Revengers Tamagotchi!

image source: Tamagotchi UK on Instagram

That’s right, Bandai UK hasn’t even announced some of those, and they were on display at the UK Toy Fair 2023! We even got a closeup look at the upcoming Tokyo Revenger Hug My Tamagotchi sets, which is the first time we are seeing them in person! All four were on display, including the two latest, Takemichi Hanagaki, and Chifuyu Matsuno. This confirms that these will be making their way into the UK, and if our memory serves is correctly, it’ll be the first Hug My Tamagotchi set in the UK!

If you look carefully at the picture above and pay close attention to the Tamagotchi Original section, you can see some new shells! Keep in mind it wasn’t too long ago where we saw some new Tamagotchi shell preorders drop on Amazon, and other retailers such as Greattoysonline and Hubbyte. We spy the Tama Universe, Memphis Style, and Garden Poppies shells for sure. There are some that we do not recognize and might be the ones we saw pop up online late last month, including Berry Delicious, Starry Night, and Kuchipatchi Comic Book.

#tamapalace #tamagotchi #tmgc #tamatag #virtualpet #bandai #bandaiuk #bandai uk #toyfair #toy fair #toyfairuk #toy fair uk #uktoyfair #uk toy fair

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wittylittle · 5 months

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Faire des rêves weirds

Se réveiller trop tôt

S’ennuyer du boy toy qui veut s’émanciper

Recevoir un appel de Daddy trop happy en voyage sur une île géante au UK

Montrer un nipple et rire

Raccrocher

Et se rappeler qu’on rencontre un nouveau dude dans le mile end ce soir

Et que ça n’enlèvera certainement pas ce sentiment d’ennui

#mes histoires #mes amants #enm #en français

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Good day, friend. I'll take a 15, 49, and 50. 💜

Good morning dear 💕

The instructions to this game are a little unclear but I'll just decide on a character

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done [Remus]

This is going to be an unpopular opinion: the role reversal he does to Harry.

This is ignoring everything prior to poa, bc most of it is speculation. But, beginning possibly with the moment when Harry stops him and Sirius from killing Peter, Remus continues to put Harry into situations in which Harry has to take the parental role. Of course there aren't very many situations to quote from, but they do follow that pattern. When they talk in the fire Remus sways between downplaying James' cruelty and his own need for reassurance. When he tries to run away from tonks, he seeks out Harry bc Harry has a plan and a goal, and Harry is the grownup who won't let him skip. Later, in the resurrection, Harry asks his parents and Sirius for guidance and reassurance. Remus meanwhile asks him for consolation, which Harry gives. But Harry doesn't ask anything from him. Role reversal complete.

And I don't think that's fair to harry.

49. Favorite toy as a child [Sirius]

The entirety of nr12 grimmauld place. Sirius would have made games from finding every secret entrance and passage, every hidden room in the house. He'd have snuck out and in without anyone noticing, and when the cousins came for a visit, he would proudly show andromeda a way outside. He'd find a few wands here and there, some from ancestors, some from their victims, and make obstacle courses through the house. He'd learn to move through the house without having the portraits being able to track him, and make up stories to play out. Some with regulus, when he wasn't too scared.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out [James]

The direct aftermath of his grandparents deaths. His parents and him moved back into the uk to take care of fleamonts parents, when James was very young, and by taking care of them, James also grew incredibly close to his father's parents. When they inevitably died, James didn't know how to deal with grief yet. But the actual memory is about his father. Fleamont has at this point lived through about three wars, and by moving to the uk they narrowly avoided a fourth one, only to be plunged into another. Losing his parents was very hard on him, and one afternoon, James tries to get his attention while fleamont is trying to work, and he just loses it. He yells at James until effie takes him away, and then destroys some things in his office.

That's the only time fleamont had yelled at James, and the only time James saw him lose his composure. And he blocked that out.

#sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #Headcanons #Mostly #Some Canon interpretation #Cw grief

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brookstonalmanac · 3 months

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Holidays 7.6

Holidays

All-Star Game Anniversary (Baseball)

Aphelion Day 2023 (Earth farthest from the Sun)

Arbor Day (Chile)

Battle of Frederica Day (Denmark)

Buy Yourself A Toy You Always Wanted As A Child Day

Capital City Day (Kazakhstan)

Constitution Day (Cayman Islands)

Day of the Capital (Kazakhstan)

Eino Leino Day (Finland)

Ettelbruck Remembrance Day (Luxembourg)

Formal 706 Day

Festival of San Fermín begins (Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Fill an Aquarium Day

Great American Wicnic

Hairy Vetchling Day (French Republic

International Compassion Day

International Day of the Stolen Kiss

International Kissing Day (a.k.a. World Kissing Day)

Iriya no Asagao-ichi (Morning Glory Flower Festival; Japan)

Jan Hus Day (Czech Republic)

King Mindaugas Day (Lithuania)

MHIP Day (Mizoram, India)

Name That Tune Day

National Air Traffic Control Day

National Daniel Day

National Day (Comoros)

National Wedgie Day

Old Albums Are Frisbees Day

San Fermin (Spain)

706 Day

Take Your Webmaster To Lunch Day

Teachers’ Day (Peru)

Time of Music begins (Finland)

Treat Your Webmaster or Webmistress Day

Umbrella Cover Day

Urs Shah-I-Hamdan Sahib (Jammu, Kashmir; India)

Valstybės Diena (a.k.a. Statehood Day; Lithuania)

Virtually Hug a Virtual Assistant Day

World Tibet Day

World Zoonoses Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Malted Milk Day

National Corn Dog Day

National Fried Chicken Day

National Hand Roll Day

National Pickle Festival

Sliced Bread Day

Independence & Related Days

Capital City Day (Kazakhstan)

Comoros (from France, 1975)

Jockromasa (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Lithuania (Statehood Day)

Malawi (from UK, 1964)

Ünie (a.k.a. Ünieazwati; Declared; 2002) [unrecognized]

Varcetia (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

New Year’s Days

Muharram (Islamic New Year) [begins after Maghrib at Sundown]

1st Saturday in July

Buxton Wells Dressing begins (Derbyshire, England) [1st Saturday, ends 10th day]

Dnieper Day (Belarus, Russia, Ukraine) [1st Saturday]

Fiesta de San Fermin begins (Pamplona, Spain) [1st Saturday; until 14th]

Friendship Day (Peru) [1st Saturday]

Hop A Park Day [1st Saturday]

International Cherry Pit Spitting Day [1st Saturday]

International Day of Cooperatives (UN) [1st Saturday]

International Free Hugs Day [1st Saturday]

National Corn Hole Day [1st Saturday]

National Meadows Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Virginia Diverse Business Networking First Saturday (Virginia) [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

St. Pauls Carnival (Bristol, UK) [1st Saturday]

Wayne Chicken Day [1st Saturday]

World Firefly Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 6 (1st Week of July)

Ivan Kupala Night (Belarus, Russia, Ukraine) [thru 7.7]

Festivals Beginning July 6, 2024

Bristol Renaissance Faire (Kenosha, Wisconsin) [thru 9.2]

Great Lakes Medieval Faire and Marketplace (Rock Creek, Ohio) [thru 8.11]

Sandpoint Beerfest (Sandpoint, Idaho)

San Fermin Festival (Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Sterling Renaissance Festival (Sterling, New York) [thru 8.18]

Taiwan International Balloon Festival (Luye, Taiwan) [thru 8.19]

Taste of Minnesota (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 7.7]

Truckfest (Malvern, United Kingdom) [thru 7.7]

Wine in the Pines (Pine Mountain Club, California)

Feast Days

Alexander III (Positivist; Saint)

Arthur C. Clarke Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Bessie Head (Shamanism)

Day of the Horned Goddesses (Deer Mother, Europa, Hera, Io, Ishtar, Isis, Juno, Luna, Nephthys, Pasiphae, Selene; Everyday Wicca)

Dog-Lion Beast (Muppetism)

Dominica (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Festival of Buddha's Eyetooth (Sri Lanka)

Frida Kahlo (Artology)

Goar (Christian; Saint)

Godelieve of Ghistelle (Christian; Saint)

John Byrne (Artology)

José María Velasco Gómez (Artology)

Juan O'Gorman (Artology)

Julian (Christian; Saint)

Ludi Apollinares begins (Roman games honoring Apollo)

Macaroni Day (Pastafarian)

Marc Chagall (Artology)

Maria Goretti (Christian; Saint)

Millennial Fairy Olympics (Writerism)

Modwenna (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Moninna of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Old Midsummer Day (Ancient England)

Palladius, Apostle of the Scots (Christian; Saint)

Pelagius (Celtic Book of Days)

Rick Sternbach (Artology)

Romulus of Fiesole (Christian; Saint)

Sexburgh (Christian; Saint)

Sisoes (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium V (Pagan)

St. John’s Wort Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Taxi Drive McGillicuddy (Muppetism)

Tzom Tammuz (Commemorating Braching of the Walls of Jerusalem before Destruction of the 2nd Temple; Judaism) [17 Tammuz]

Will James (Artology)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

Muharram (Islamic New Year) [begins after Maghrib at Sundown]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Ant-Man and the Wasp (Film; 2018)

Assault and Flattery (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1956)

The B-52s, by The B-52s (Album; 1979)

Blue Moon of Kentucky, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1954)

Butterflies Are Free (Film; 1972)

Cave Man (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1934)

Die Hard 2 (Film; 1990)

Forrest Gump (Film; 1994)

A Hard Day’s Night (Beatles UK Film; 1964)

Higher and Higher, by Jackie Wilson (Song; 1965)

I'm OK - You're OK, by Thomas A. Harris (Self-Help Book; 1967)

Inner World, by The Dalai Lama (Album; 2020)

Invincible, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1985)

Jetsons: The Movie (Animated Film; 1990)

Jumping’ with Symphony Sid, recorded by Dizzy Gillespie and his Orchestra (Song; 1949)

Keep Yourself Alive, by Queen (Song; 1973)

The Naughty Nineties (Abbott & Costello Film; 1945)

Paradise Hawaiian Style (Elvis Presley Film; 1966)

A Prairie Home Companion (Radio Series; 1974)

Precious Time, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1981)

Queen, by Queen (Album; 1973)

Slip Us Some Redskin (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1951)

Sorry to Bother You (Film; 2018)

That’s All Right, Mama, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1954)

What’s Opera, Doc? (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)

Who’s On First, by Abbott and Costello (Filmed Skit; 1945)

Woodman, Spare That Tree (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1942)

You Oughta Know, by Alan’s Morisette (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Goar, Isaias, Marietta (Austria)

Agata, Marija, Suzana (Croatia)

Jan Hus (Czech Republic)

Dion (Denmark)

Sulev, Sulo (Estonia)

Esa, Esaias (Finland)

Marietta, Mariette, Nolwen (France)

Goar, Isaias, Marietta (Germany)

Lykios, Satryos (Greece)

Csaba (Hungary)

Antonio, Domenica, Maria, Romola (Italy)

Andzs, Anrijs, Arkādijs, Druvvaldis (Latvia)

Domė, Dominyka, Ginvilė, Nervydas (Lithuania)

Torgrim, Torgunn (Norway)

Agrypina, Chociebor, Dominik, Dominika, Goar, Gotard, Lucja, Łucja, Niegosław (Poland)

Sisoe (România)

Patrícia, Patrik (Slovakia)

Goretti, Isaías, María (Spain)

Esaias, Jessika (Sweden)

Felix (Ukraine)

Godiva, Isaiah, Isaias, Isiah, Jamaal, Jamal, Jamel, Jamil, Pallas, Shea, Shyanne (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 188 of 2024; 178 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 27 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 1 (Xin-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 30 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 29 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 8 Red; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 23 June 2024

Moon: 1%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Alexander III]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 17 of 94)

Week: 1st Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 16 of 31)

Calendar Changes

荷月 [Héyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 6 of 12] (Lotus Month) [Earthly Branch: Goat Month] (Liùyuè; Sixth Month)

#Holidays

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