#was sent some other pics loo

[cameoutstruggling93]

I'm not a real adult

[legionnaireslover]

Doubling down in Desperation

Gator, Aeltri and Mstoxictea are deep in a state of desperation.

People said Ben looks younger in this recent photo.

What do you think? Does he really looks younger? I think not. He looked the same at the Netflix event.

It's the same suit, except the T-Shirt.

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Gator's response...

I completely agree.

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What they are trying to sell is that BC wasn't in Venice Italy in the restaurant/bar pic.

They are INSISTING that THIS picture was taken after the Netflix event (when it was CLEARLY taken in Harry's Bar in Venice Italy!)

Aeltri: Jelly of a Next On Netflix luncheon that Ben went to for work, by himself? Those things are like business meetings with better food. The distinct lack of decorations,🍷and 🥂 is a dead giveaway. If OP thinks that's special they must live in their parent's basement. That's nothing compared to some of the events I've worked at for big corporate clients. One even rented out all of SF City Hall!

And they are PURPOSELY trying to make it sound like the anons, who told about the two "Italy pics" (one with BC in Harry's Bar and the other of the costume birthday party from Loo's Instagram), are saying the pix were taken at the same occasion. BUT NOBODY has ever said that!

But Gator's still pushing that...

Anonymous asked:

Loo's bday is in March you say? Well, then if it wasn't the nannies putting 2+2=5 as you said, then team zero just wanted to steal Loo's thunder. What a best way to steal attention from someone's great day than claiming the celebrations were for someone else. Narc 101. It doesn't make sens. Loo and friends were in costumes while the rest were in regular clothes. What are they trying to say? That Loo was the clown/joker/harlequin etc at zero's party?

That’s exactly what they are saying. 🤦‍♀️. And then they say I am jealous…ummm, no. I’m saying someone tried to prove something with…not even circumstantial evidence, “evidence” that doesn’t hold up to any scrutiny. At the same time that the BRF is not the middle of Fuck around Find Out.

Every anon post that was sent to Gator said the two pics were taken at DIFFERENT OCCASIONS! Loo's Instagram pictures were of Sophie's birthday bash in the Venice Venice Hotel on SOPHIE'S BIRTHDAY. The other of BC, was taken AT A DIFFERENT TIME (probably after the masquerade party) in HARRY'S BAR but STILL IN VENICE ITALY!

Gator and her little gang want to sow the lie (that the "nans" are saying the pics were taken at ghe same time) because then they can bring up the fact that BC isn't in costume as way of proving her wasn't in Italy.

BUT HE WAS! The pic of him IN HARRY'S BAR proves he was in Venice Italy on Sophie's birthday weekend!

[yaatrickyassification]

[Pt.2]

Their reaction to you wearing a suit.

[ Riddle, Trey, Cater x gn! reader ]

I.

With the Ramshackle dorm prefect's birthday coming soon, Vil has been busy preparing the outfit you will wear. The pomefiore trio was cooped up in Vil's room with a mannequin at the center of it all, Vil's beautiful figure fumbled around trying to find the right fabric to use and the measurement. "Roi du poison, have you already eaten? you've been at it since yesterday. Quite frankly, I'm worried." Vil turns to look at Rook, "I might be busy, but that doesn't stop me from caring for myself. I need to hold a beautiful appearance no matter the time of day." His eyes wandered over to Epel's slouch figure, his head lolling to the side as his eyes closed from sleepiness. "Epel!"

Epel's small figure went straight up, his eyes looking at Vil and the mannequin beside him. "Why don't we just give it a boom shaka-laka?" Vil huffs, while Rook seems to consider it. "I don't understand what you mean by that boom shaka-laka that you just said, but this birthday party needs to be perfect."

"I meant like giving it a little twist." Rook raises his brows, intrigued at Epel's suggestion. "Twist?" Vil asks, his voice stern warning Epel to not do anything troublesome, Epel let out a mischievous laugh as he stands up from his wooden seat, "Leave it to me, dorm leader!" His small figure immediately takes the mannequin from Vil's hand and brings it to his room.

Once out of the room, Epel took out his phone and sent a message to the other first years. "Time for some first-year backup."

II.

Riddle Rosehearts:

At first, he thought that the first years would do bad or even fail miserably, so this is what Ace said when he should expect something more, he thought, Riddle's small figure can't seem to look you in the eyes. His feet thumping wildly at the ground while his gray orbs stayed lowered, "Is something wrong?" Your figure slightly bends to match Riddle's height, his ears picking up your complaints of the suit being stuffy, with your hands lowering the tie to make space for breathing, your face close to his, his breath hitch.

He can see your chest from where he stood, his face turning red as he quickly stutters out his greetings. "H-happy birthday!" His small fingers shove the gift he wraps in his signature red heart as he quickly dashes out of the vicinity, you stood there dumbfounded, "Did I do something wrong?"

Trey Clover:

He was flustered, this was his first time seeing you in a suit so it was a new experience for him. He coughs in his hand trying to hide the red dusting his cheeks, the cream that was splattered all over you seems to give your figure a revealing glow, seeing the cream all over your suit you decided to take your coat off, Trey's eyes widen as you took off the black coat that you were wearing with the suit.

The white blouse you wore was now damp due to the cream thrown at you before, now fully revealing your skin from beneath. He jumps at the sight, immediately taking off the coat that was hanging on his shoulder and throwing it at your front, confused as you look at him. "Oh, great sevens have mercy."

"What?"

Cater Diamond:

The man was fawning all over you and would take a picture with you from every angle. He smiled as he finish posting another set of pictures taken with you, "And posted, #happy birthday, #[y/n]suitup, #credits to the first years, let's take a picture of you again!" You laugh at Cater's excited voice as you nodded your head at him, "Sure, I've been wanting to try this pose that I saw in a magazine." Cater claps his hand excitedly, bringing out his phone from his pocket and angling the camera to his face.

"Look at the camera!" Readying your pose, you bit on the glove, portraying it to look like you were gonna take it off using your teeth. Your eyes slanted as you look at the camera with an aloof expression, Cater's face turns red, his fingers doing quick work to immediately click on the button to take a pic of it, his eyes look at your picture with stars in his orbs, "How did it turn out?" He smiled mischievously before pocketing his phone away from your reach, "Hehehe, it's for me to see only."

[nostxlgia18]

Mother To My Children.

Pairing: Chris Evans × Wife!reader

Summary: You didn't know that funny comments between your husband and Lizzo would affect you this way.

Warnings: fluff, feeling sad a bit and eventually fluff again. Lisa being lovely (as she is)

It all started when the American singer slid into your husband's dm with a drunk text message

"what!" Chris muddled

"huh, what's up?" you enquired while taking your attention off a magazine

"Lizzo sent me some wired emoji's" Chris said tilting his phone for you to see

"oh my god, I think it's a drunk text" you chuckled checking the time it was sent

"i think so too, 'No shame in a drunk DM 😘 god knows I've done worse on this app 🤦‍♂️' " Chris replied and started following her

His reply made you laugh hysterically remembering the time when he accidently leaked his d*ck pic on instagram

"stop laughing that was such an embarrassing time for me"

his comment making you laugh even more if that was possible

"oh you love this don't you baby, I'm gonna show you now" he got up to catch you

you shrieked up running as far and as fast as you can but the luck wasn't on your side today

As soon as Chris got you, he put you on his shoulders and made the way straight up to your shared bedroom

It's now been 2 weeks to the incident and nothing else happened other than Lizzo posting their convo on social media

you were currently on the way to meet up your best friend at a café

"hey babe, oh finally I got you out of the house! Your husband has you all the time, I'm getting jealous now" (y/b/f/n) faked a pout

"shut up! I'm always there for you" you giggled

30 mins of chatting, you needed a quick loo break

once you returned, (y/b/f) tilted her phone to you show you something on twitter "oh my, you saw this" she asked chuckling

It was an E!new post stating that Lizzo commented about being pregnant with Chris's baby and soon will give birth to a baby Cap

you smiled and changed the subject, instead of finding it funny 'which you should've' you could only feel wired about some other woman even joking about having your husband's kid

But you brushed the thought off and concentrated on what you friend was saying.

Later that evening, Chris's mom and siblings were to come to your place for some dinner

you were busy preparing for it when Chris walked in smiling at something on his phone

"what's the smile for?" you asked

"oh it's nothing, by the way Mom called they are 5 mins away" Chris informed and you hummed in response

Everybody loved the dinner you cooked and practically ate their hearts out

"So Chris, what's all this with Lizzo?" Scott brought up the topic

Chris who was sitting next to you snorted and replied "haha, just some stupid joke"

"You replied to her pregnancy joke?" Shanna asked zooming into something on the phone

'Hi! Just heard about our little bundle of joy, 😂. My mother will be so happy lol. (Just promise me no gender reveal parties lol).' Shanna read his reply out loud

"Ohh, she is amazing. I just love her" Chris commented laughing with his classic left boob grab

His reply hit you hard and you were on the verge of tears spilling out of your eyes

Everybody laughed at the joke except Lisa, who was staring at you.

You smiled at her and excused yourself to go to the bathroom

you went straight up to your bedroom and just sat there staring at wall with various mixed feelings

you heard a knock on the door and wiped off the single tear that had fallen

"ye-yes" your voice cracked SHIT.

Lisa opened the door

"Lisa, I was about to come down", you got up but were forcefully pushed back to sit by her

"SIT." she ordered

"look i know you are saddened by this joke, and don't you dare deny it honey" she looked straight into your eyes

"I don't know why, I mean it's just a joke but.." you started

"Hey y/n, it's okay to feel this way. He is your husband and him talking hell even joking about having a child with someone else is upsetting. And he should be smacked for doing this" Lisa said gesturing a slap with her hand

You chuckled at her gesture

"Talk to him, tell that stupid ass how you feel" she held your face up with your chin and you nodded in response

The door creaked open once again, "Hey, what's going on?" Chris entered

"nothing we were just bitching about you" Lisa said getting up and leaving the room

Chris sat down next to you

"hey you okay?" he asked

You sighed deeply and began

"Look I know, this is a joke and I might be stupid to even feel this way but.."

"I heard your conversation with Ma,..... I didn't mean to eavesdrop but i was coming to check up on you guys and the door was open and I accidently heard it" Chris interrupted you

You were about to say something when

"No, let me finish. I am so sorry baby, I didn't realize or even think in your point of view as to how you will feel. I-I feel so guilty, I'm your husband I should be making you happy but here I am....ugh"

You pulled his face towards yours and kissed him passionately.

"I love you" you whispered breaking the kiss

"I am sorry" he whispered leaning his forehead to yours

"You mean so much to me, you and only you can and will be the mother to my children okay, remember that" Chris stated kissing you on the back of your hand

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[starryjeekies]

E’last reaction to their s/o sending nudes??

A/N: OKAY HI SORRY I'VE BEEN MEANING TO GET TO THIS FOR SO LONG I was experiencing a lot of burnout (related to work and personal life) and I still am for other reasons BUT I felt that this can probably help me out of my funk so here we finally go ^^

Rano:

First time you send a risky pic to Rano, he probably would be really flustered at first. He would lock his phone, toss it somewhere on the couch, and then cover his face. After about ten or so seconds, he'll compose himself and actually look and study the picture you sent. He can feel the heat on his cheeks and his pants getting a little tighter but hopefully no one else is around to witness his frustration.

"I hope you know what you're doing to me.."

Choi In:

It would probably be a special occasion the first time he receives a naughty picture from you. You two probably planned a date night but he had to practice first. Practice would be running late and when he has a water break, he checks his phone to see a pic of you. He would probably blink in surprise for a few seconds before a smirk would form on his lips. He starts getting excited and would perform the rest of the time with enthusiasm.

"Just wait a little longer, baby, I can barely wait either."

Seungyeop:

There are very few times where the two of you text back and forth as I view Seungyeop as a "talk in person" type of guy. So when there are four texts from you, he gets worried something is wrong. He's worried at first, but when he sees the pictures you had attached of your bare body, his worry quickly drains away and fills with pride. Thankfully, he was just at the dorm so he can pop over to your place to see if reality matches the picture.

"You better still be in that pose when I get there, darling."

Baekgyeul:

It would be a complete accident and both of you would be startled. You two would be texting about when/where to meet up for your date and you jokingly asked him to match your fit so he would ask for a picture so he could. When you send your fit pic, you also accidentally attach a nude that you took before you put it on and immediately replay with "don't look!" but it's too late. He looked. He starred. He gawked.

"I'm sorry I looked but now I can't look away.."

Romin:

Out of everyone, Romin would ask. Not in a disrespectful way, more like you've been dating for a while, have done the deed a few times, and would love to have a pic of you for when he can't touch you. So being the lovely partner you are, you send him one. Or two. And in comes a barrage of texts from him just praising you and how good you look and how he's treasuring what you gave him.

"I'll let you know whenever I'm thinking about you."

Wonhyuk:

Big blushy baby wouldn't know what to do. It came out of the blue while he was at the company and he would probably try to excuse himself to the restroom to have some privacy. He would lock himself in a stall to see what he received and would get very desperate. He would try to palm himself through his pants before realizing its not enough.

"Jesus, I can't focus on anything but you."

Wonjun:

He would be on tour when you send him a pic. He would probably be resting in whatever bed he had, texting you that he missed you a lot and couldn't wait to come home. You send him a picture back, showing him what he's currently missing and his mind goes feral. He would try to keep himself calm as he wouldn't want his roommate to know, but his mind is running to so many places on what he wishes he can do. He's touchy, so not being able to touch you drives him crazy.

"Please don't tease me, I'm already dying without you."

Yejun:

I love this diva because he would definitely send you one back. You two had been going back and forth, teasing each other, hot and bothered, when you send a picture. He would eat that up. He would imprint the picture in his brain before scrolling through his photos and send you one back. He would feel satisfied when you praise him on how godly he looks and would definitely show his appreciation back to you.

"It's so kind of you to give me that gift."

[erodasfishtacos]

Three Minutes

Prompt: Harry slips up and it’s only right his wife serves him a little punishment.

Word Count: 3.2 k +

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (sexting, dirty talk, public, subby!h)

AN: I’m excited to share this!! I’m pretty sure I’m going to do a part 2. Let me know if you’d like to see this! I’m dedicating this to @harrywritingsbyme because she’s an amazing writer and you need to read everything of hers! Requests open ☺️

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Harry was dreading his interview with Howard Stern. The guy was an obnoxious prick who had no filter and liked to put people on the spot - it’s what he’s doing right now. 

You were off to the side, watching the interview next to Jeff. It was matter of time before Howard brought you up to pick and prod at your husband.

“So Harry, you’re married, yes?” Howard asks, typical sunglasses on and curly permed hair donned. His mouth a little to close to the microphone.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry smiles tightly, hands rubbing on this upper thighs.��He spares a quick glance over to you.

“She’s here, right?” Howard looks over at you and winks, “Fucking gorgeous babe, huh?”

You roll your eyes at the interviewers remark and Harry’s isn’t pleased but nicely responds, “She’s amazing, way out of my league.”

Howard laughs, “Now I have to ask you, does she tour with you?”

Harry replies, “Yeah. For the most part, sometimes she’ll go off to visit family or friends for a bit.”

The interview smirks, “Does she get worried you’re going to fuck other people while she’s not there? I mean you have girls falling at your feet. It must be hard to avoid temptation.”

You blink owlishly, attempting to contain the offended scoff bubbling in your throat. Jeff snickers and you send him a elbow.

Your husbands face can’t hide his annoyance at the question, “Are you asking me if it’s hard not to cheat on my wife?”

“I mean you could have a line up of girls after every show willing to blow you. I couldn’t be satisfied going home to the same thing every night.”

The band is looking back and forth at each other - clearly uncomfortable. Mitch’s face completely blank - of course.

“Well, I mean - I think that kind of stuff like...people going crazy over you was exciting when I was a bit younger. But no, I mean I’m very much in love and also consider myself a monogamous person.”

“Man, I mean - some of the songs you write about her? Watermelon Sugar, that’s clearly about eating her out,” Howard laughs, the tune playing softly in the background.

Jeff nearly chokes on the water he’s drinking and you pat him hard on the back - as payback for making Harry do this interview.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had pussy so good I’d write about it,” the interview jokes crudely. The women interviewer tittering in the background at his antics.

Harry fumbles, “Uh-uhm, it’s not uh- necessarily about anything or any act like...in particular. Just about having a good time with the person you love.”

The female interviewer who stays mostly quite chirps in to break the tension, “Is it hard to be long-distance when she’s not on the road with you?”

“Not at all. Most of the time she’s with me but we’re lucky we have technology that helps us not feel so far away from each other.”

Howard smiles, “How do you not go crazy being without sex for long amounts of time?”

It’s odd how obsessed this guy is with sex. As well as painting Harry as some sex-crazed rockstar who can’t go a day without.

Harry then goes on to put his entire, big ass foot in his mouth. “Y‘know that’s uh-that’s what good about FaceTime and Snapchat.”

The interviewer grins like a predator at Harry’s admission. You’re face is bright fucking pink. You’re gonna murder him.

“Well you heard it here first, folks. The key to how Harry Styles - one of the greatest artist of his time- keeps a happy relationship with his wife while he’s on the road. Dick pics and FaceTime sex.”

Harry glances over at you, his face apologetic as he already knows he in trouble.

You’re not that embarrassed - it not like it’s a weird thing to do but you didn’t want him talking about it with a trashy talk show host. 

The interview is almost over which is good because Harry’s about to lose his temper after he’s asked about his step-father’s passing and the stalker who was harassing you two.

During the interview however, you get a wonderful fucking idea as easy payback for Harry’s little slip up.

After Harry’s tossed his headset and microphone pack off with a little too much force to be unnoticeable - he’s sliding up beside you.

“Baby love,” He murmurs sheepishly into your cheek, nuzzling there for a moment, and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“You did good, H,” You reply softly, landing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to brush his hair off his forehead.

“Y’not mad?” Harry asks warily, knowing he got nervous and gave a little too much information.

“No baby, not mad at all,” Your voice steady and believable. It was true - you weren’t mad, just a little annoyed.

He seems confused. He knows you like the back of his hand and usually, you get peeved when he says something in interviews you’d rather the word not know.

Like the one time he let it slip you had an affinity for hooking up in hotel pools after dark. Prat.

**

Harry multiple appearances that day and it ends in a dinner at a fancy restaurant in Beverly Hills with big wigs.

You were invited but declined, despite Harry’s pouting and whines for you to go. You were the only thing that made these work obligations go faster.

However, you had other plans and a little bit of revenge to play on your unsuspecting husband.

All in good fun - of course.

**

Harry sits down with a group of people from his label. They’re all dressed in tight suits and rolex watches.

Harry on the other hand is in a flowy button-up only halfway done and a tight pair is skinny jeans. Jeff is dressed pretty casually too.

They were talking about tour dates and had just received their appetizers when he gets the text from you. Your name in his phone as baby love.

Harry nearly chokes on his water when he opens the message to reveal an image of you nearly naked in your shared bed. You skin tone standing out against the baby blue comforter.

You have one of his vintage tees on as well as some creme boyshort panties. The shirt is lifted though, rumpled up by your collarbones to reveal your breasts.

Harry wants to drool over the picture but doesn’t want to risk anyone else seeing his wife in any state of undress. So he quickly responds.

Baby, I’m at dinner.

You reply with another picture. A hand tucked down your underwear, cupping your heat. He can see the outline of your fingers underneath the thin fabric.

Already have something you could eat.

Harry can already feel himself twitch in his jeans. Cut it the fuck out now

Another. Fucking. Picture. Comes through.

This time you’re completely stripped, tits visible with soft pink peaks, and a hand strategically covering your cunt. 

Make me, H.

It clicks what game you’re playing. You rarely sent anything risqué when you where together because you had each other physically.

Harry curses under his breathe, locking his phone and pushing back his chair a little too fast - excusing himself to the loo.

As soon as he clicks the lock on the single-person restroom, he’s pressing on your contact information and you pick up on the very first ring.

“You bloody brat, I’m out at dinner,” Harry hisses at you, giving himself a rough squeeze through his tighten trousers.

All he hears back is a breathy moan. He’d know that sound anywhere - you’re touching yourself.

“What the fuck are you playin’ at?” Your husband demands, but the clipped edge in his tone tells you how much it’s affecting him.

“Just a little payback, babe...for spilling our dirty secrets,” you hum innocently, deciding to send him another picture.

It’s a simple photo without context some might not even understand. It’s just your hand but your fingers glistening with your arousal. 

Harry’s hand is about to crush is phone into bits as his eyes roam the picture. He was nearly panting, already able to imagine the taste and smell.

He takes a deep breath before he threatens you, “if you don’t pull your desperate little self together right now- I’m not going anywhere near that needy cunt and I’ll make you spend all night choking on me.”

Instead of the typical, sad whimpers he expects to hear - he receives a patronizing, high-pitched giggle.

“That’s not how it’s going to work tonight, H,” you inform him in a matter-of-fact manner before continuing, “we’re playing by my rules.”

Your husband laughs in disbelief, echoing against the bleak bathroom walls, “and what those rules, sweetheart?”

“You’re going to go sit through your nice little dinner, rockstar. And I’m going to send you pictures, maybe some videos to watch to keep you entertained. If you don’t open them within three minutes each time and reply - you’re not coming tonight. The couch will have a blanket and pillow ready for you.”

If he was in charge, he’d laugh and remind you that you two have three lovely guest rooms he could choose from. But he doesn’t want to push it.

“Fuck,” Harry spits, having to cram his hand into his jeans to adjust himself so he doesn’t look like a pervert when he goes back out.

But he was so fucking game.

He’d do anything you wanted from him - no matter if he could embarrass himself in front of business partners or fans. He was besotted, whipped, whatever you wanted to call him.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” You coo tauntingly, from the other end of the line. Basking in his little huffs of air and the agitated lift in his voice.

“Yeah, m’gonna be good,” he murmurs gruffly, his demeanor had changed now that he wasn’t in charge any longer - always willing to let you be dominant when you wanted to be. 

It wasn’t often - but when you did, Harry would fall into a nice, fuzzy headspace of compliance and submission. He always wanted to please and this amplified all of his desires.

“Best husband I could ask for, you know?” You reward, knowing that the games are just getting started and you wanted to make this last.

“I love you s’much,” Harry automatically returns, with deep devotion and honesty. His voice as sweet as maple syrup.

“Are you hard, H?” 

He grips himself, like he’d just remember, “m’really fucking hard for you.”

“Snap an picture for me, pull yourself together, and then go back to your table - don’t forget the rules.”

“Yes ba-“

Then you end the call while he’s talking.

Harry’s a little shaky as he swipes onto his camera. He grips the thick outline of his cock, rings glinting in the dull lights, and takes a picture.

He hopes it’s good enough and quickly sends it before splashes some cold water on his face and thinking of anything but his naked wife laying at home in their bed - wet and horny.

Jeff gives him a side-eye when he sits back down, casually throwing a napkin over his lap because he can’t help the semi that refuses to go down all together.

“You alright?” His manager asks him, the others still in the throws of tour venues and vendors discussions.

Harry nods, lying easily “the missus couldn’t find her phone charger - thought I nipped it.”

“You do love to steal those,” his friends agrees before cutting off one of them men to suggest three days at Madison Square Garden instead of two.

Harry’s clutching his phone like a lifeline, anticipating the indicative text vibrations that let him know you’ve sent something.

However, despite how many times he checks, fifteen minutes pass and still nothing has sent from you. He almost starts to worry if you’re okay.

But just like the sneaky little thing you are, you wanted to give him enough time to calm down and relax before rilining him up again.

When it finally alerts him, he’s unlocking his phone and opening the message thread as fast as possible. 

The picture makes his jaw almost drop on the fucking carpeted floor. You’re in one the large closets in your home- the one that holds all of his Gucci suits in particular.

There is a massive floor to ceiling mirror in this room that you’re standing in front of. You’ve slid on one of his custom silk Gucci button-ups that has styles embroidered on the breast pocket without doing doing up any of the buttons.

He’s an absolutely goner for you in anything that makes you look like his property - the large engagement ring and wedding band on your left ring-finger satiates that feeling quite well.

It takes he a moment before he realizes what else you’re wearing. Your fucking collar. It sat tight around your neck, the expensive leather biting into your skin.

Your one hand was holding the phone and the other had a hand teasing at one of your hardened nipples through the silk fabric of the shirt.

He keeps his phone in his lap with a dim light setting so nobody can risk a chance at seeing such explicits pictures of what’s his.

You look so good with my name on you, baby. Please, want to see you in just the collar, take off the shirt.

Harry fumbles along with the conversation, that’s revolving all around him, “Yeah, I loved Argentina. Definitely want to got there again.”

Buzz.

How’d you already forget I’m in charge? Maybe I’ll just go to bed if you’re not going to follow instructions.

As punishment - if you can really call it that - in the next image you don’t have the collar on any longer and you’ve done up a few buttons on the silk shirt.

Harry feels panicked at the thought of you stopping. He was in a nice, soft headspace clinging onto anything you were willing to give him - desperate to make you happy.

I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be good for you. You’re so fucking sexy. I can basically taste you on my tongue.

“Harry?” Jeff draws him out of his haze. He’s looking at him expectantly, eyebrow quirked, and a martini in his hand.

“What did you say?” Harry asks, eyes itching to dart back down to the screen of his mobile.

“Would you want Kacey to open for you again in North America?” Jeff repeats with annoyance.

“Oh, uh-yeah, that’d be great,” he tells them without really think about it.

He should be paying attention to this pretty important meeting but he can’t when he gets another alert.

The video is back in the bedroom, your delicate fingers sliding down your torso with the button-up pooled around your ribs.

Your hand slowly, at a near crawl- traces down with the camera until the manicured tips of your fingers are at your mound.

Harry’s stomach is tensing in excitement as he watches your fingers dip into the part in your slick, swollen folds.

He has to bite back a groan when the video cuts off and he reads the text below the attachment.

Was this the pussy you enjoyed eating so much you won a Grammy writing about? Was Howard right in his interview?

If Harry was in charge, he would have delivered a few resounding smacks to your arse for how cocky you were being - despite it being the absolute truth.

Did he write and win a Grammy based on a song about how much he loved eating his wife out? Sure fucking did.

Baby love. Yeah, wrote it about you. Write all my songs about how much I love you and your body. Everything is yours.

Harry is so good when he’s subby - is the thing.

Harry was a sappy sod anyways, always ready to tell you how much he loved you and thousand of other sweet things. This just amplified all of his warm, fuzzy emotions.

Send me a picture of your left hand

He hesitates for a moment, still nodding along to the ebb and flow of the business talk but having no actual idea what they’re talking about.

Harry places his large, wide hand flat on the table in front of him. He knew why you wanted his left hand - you were just as possessive as him. 

You want to see his long, slim fingers that feel so good inside of you. You want to see the glimmer of his wedding band as well as the tattoo of your name on the outer curve of his hand.

He doesn’t think to turn off his flash. It ends up going off in the dimly lit restaurant and blinding the table, reflecting off the silver flatware. 

He looks like a complete knob - taking a picture of his hand but also something weird Harry may do anyways and upload to his Instagram.

The men blink a few times and look at him with a confused expression. Jeff jabs him roughly in the side.

“Uh, snapchat streak,” he mumbles, tucking his phone back into his lap and sending it.

You were cutting it close, babe. 2 minutes, I don’t like waiting. But fuck, who’s name is that on your hand, who’s that ring for?

You, you baby. All of its for you, promise. I belong to you, only you for the rest of my life.

The response is quick.

But...you have girls falling at your feet, lining up to blow you.

A direct quote for the interview today. Brat - she knew how he hated when people assumed or talked like he had no self control or morals.

Only want your mouth, your cunt, your tits. So bloody gone for you, baby. Please send me another video.

He really shouldn’t be egging you on.

Your being greedy but you’ve been following the rules so I’ll allow it.

The video does not disappoint. You’re hand is nestled down between your thighs, pinching at your puffy, stimulated bud. Just the amount of pain you like. It’s a short clip but it has him wriggling in his seat.

He watches it again but before he can finish it - Jeff is snatching his phone out of his shaky hands and tucking it into his own pants pocket.

The manager’s obviously sick of the lack of focus and honestly, how disrespectful Harry’s being which is something he usual never is.

“Pay attention,” he whispers with a sharp, irritated tone before clapping Harry on the back to play off the scolding to the group.

Harry feels a knot form in his stomach as his phone sits stagnant in his friends pocket. His wife sitting, impatiently waiting for his response that she’s not going to get.

He watches his vintage wristwatch as fifteen minutes pass, he hears a few buzzes from his phone that go unattended.

Harry’s not fuzzy anymore - well not in a good way. He has anxiety bubbling in his tummy and his semi had finally disappeared from nerves of disappointing you.

He decides to engage in the conversation to keep his mind off of what is waiting for him at home. He craved to look at those images and videos again. To have it in real life.

**

It had been three hours since he responded. The people at the table insisting on dessert and alcoholic coffees despite Harry saying he was exhausted from a long day of promo.

At the end of dinner, Harry would love to lie and say he’s recovered from his shakiness but he hadn’t.

After shaking the hands of the record label men, he walks to his car with Jeff. He gets a nice talking to before his phone is being placed back into his hand and he’s sliding into his obnoxious vintage Ferrari.

He takes a deep breathe before he unlocks his phone. The buzzes he heard where not all from you. A few from Twitter, his mum, Niall. There was only one from you.

Game Over. You lose.

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Thank you for reading💕🥺

[queenofbaws]

I think you need a break from all this sap that everyone (me included) has been sending you today. So how about some of that nice bloody climbing chrash? I think you know the one ;)

To be fair - to be fair! - the event was Conrad’s idea, not theirs, but who were they to turn down the brainchild of their charming, handsome, endlessly annoying publicist?

Any second now the first guests would be arriving, the lookie-loos who wouldn’t be able to wait for the quote-unquote official opening to poke their noses in and mess with the furniture, and even so it was hard for them to do much more beyond stand there in the center of the pitch-perfect replica of the lodge, eyes skating across the places where they knew certain clues to be hidden.

Not everyone celebrated the premiere of a film with something as over-the-top and ridiculous as a themed escape room, but not everyone made something quite like The Mouth in the Frost.

“So,” Ashley said, breaking the silence as she drummed her fingers against her arm, her hip cocked to lean against Chris though she was careful to keep any of the fake blood saturating her left side from rubbing off on him, “What’s the gameplan for if any of the, uh...others have the nerve to show?”

“Pfffft, if,” Chris snickered, shaking his head before craning it further back, catching the barest glimpse of one of the horrible animatronics hidden up in the rafters of the vaulted ceiling, straining his ears for the mechanical whir he knew no one else would ever notice, “Sent invites plastered with pics of the lodge, and you think there’s still a question about whether they’re coming to ream us out or not, huh?”

Josh clucked his tongue and shook his head before heaving a self-satisfied sigh and rubbing his hands together, beaming wider than he had in years as he said, “Well it wouldn’t be fair to let them play, if you think about it...I mean, c’mon guys...they escaped the first time, didn’t they?”

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[superthiccthighssavelives]

Give Me a Try Chapter 15

Well, well, look what we have here. I actually sat my ass down, and just wrote. I didn’t even think, I didn’t worry, I just typed. This is what came out. It’s hot, ngl. Enjoy!

@alyss--in--wonderland @linseykalynn @primaba11erina @autumnslovex

Chapter 15 - Dizzy (Taron)

I wasn’t trying to be a prick, but it’s just too fun to get a rise out of her. Although I can’t say why, I honestly can’t figure her out. The air was getting much too dense, our eyes were locked, my heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest. I swear her eyes turned red for a split second, that fire taking over. I wanted to apologize, or chat, or have some normal conversation, but here we are. 

The play was to open next week, I guess I should be focusing on that. I knew my lines, my movements, I’ve been taking some vocal lessons just to touch up. Costume fittings were quite the adventure. Especially the hair and makeup, I looked completely different, I loved that. Exploring characters completely unlike myself gave me such a rush. That newness, the unfamiliarity. 

I took a short visit to my mam’s for the weekend, getting some time in my favourite place. Hung out with some old mates, got piss drunk, had a nice walk on the beach, ran into an old girlfriend, a bit awkward at first but we got on well after a while. She’s set to get married, I’m happy for her. We had a good run, but eventually we just weren’t right for one another.

I made it back home Sunday night, just a few days til opening. I had a lot of nervous energy, I cleaned my entire flat, I worked out too much, I went for a walk around the tourist areas, I avoided her neighborhood. I didn’t want any more incidents, I needed to keep my mind on the show. Ran into a few fans on my walk, took a few pics, all very lovely people. The week dragged, really, I don’t think time moved at all. I tried to read a new book I had picked up last week, but my mind was racing, couldn’t concentrate at all. Friday night finally arrived, the dress rehearsal went fabulous, I was ready. All that nervous energy turned into adrenaline, I absolutely could not wait to get out there. My family was there, I invited everyone, I think I was more excited than they were. I brought my mam back to chat, and distract me, the butterflies were setting in. The lights went down, showtime!

What a rush, that electricity from the crowd, the applause, I haven’t felt that in so long. Everything went perfectly, couldn’t have had a better opening night. This definitely called for celebration. The cast, director, some of my family, some mates checking out the show, made our way to a nearby pub for some drinks. I was careful not to have too much, we had 3 more shows this weekend. Although, who was counting? I had forgotten, or just was too amped up in the party to notice my head feeling a bit fuzzy. 

On my way back from the loo, something caught my eye, I was sure the alcohol was playing tricks on me, she wasn’t here was she? I couldn’t think all too well at the moment. The buzz of the night had kept me high, now I’m standing in a dark, dimly lit hallway, walls painted by faint neon lights, fixing my belt, and seeing ...her. “Hey.” She was actually smiling. I reciprocated, except mine was much, much, more sloppy and lazy. “Thanks for the tickets, the show was really great.” Tickets? Shit, I had forgotten I sent her one ages ago. “I have only seen the movie, but the play was fantastic, your performance was amazing.” I leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, my smile growing bigger. She twisted her hands, looking a bit uneasy. I heard her speaking, but it started to mix with the loud music pouring in from the bar area. “What?” I watched her lips move, but at this point, I couldn’t make anything out from there. Again, she spoke, but the music grew louder.

I shook my head, eyes narrowed, trying to interpret something, anything she was saying. Which was quite a bit. I got lost watching her lips move and forgot I was supposed to be talking back. She sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration. She moved quickly, her body almost touching mine, her hand on my shoulder. I felt her breath in my ear “I said, you were good.”  “I liked the show.” She pulled back, waiting for a reaction. My grin remained, but took on a more sensual tone. I raised an eyebrow, reciprocating her, having to whisper in her ear. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” My words were slow, drawn out, languid. It was incredibly hot at that moment, our bodies still touching, my hand resting on her hip, and hers still on my shoulder. The smell of sweet flowers hit me, it had become my new favorite scent. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling lightly before pulling back. “You smell amazing.” She made a gesture letting me know she couldn’t hear me. I repeated myself in her ear, slower, breathier, my lips grazing her earlobe as I pulled away, feeling my shirt growing tighter where her hand rested. 

Our eyes fixed on one another, time stood still. My head was swimming from the alcohol, her scent, the incredibly searing heat between us. Her teeth dragged on her bottom lip, her expression absolutely primal. I couldn’t think, I had no control over myself as my other hand slipped up into her hair. Her grip grew tighter on my shirt. My hand fell from her hip, meeting with her wrist, brushing my fingers over her skin, finally entwining my hand into hers. Her lips were silk, warm, and plush. I wanted to devour her. We had perfect rhythm, so in time, taking in each other's breath. Her other hand rested on my face, her thumb rubbing against my cheek. 

The overwhelming urge to taste her grew at an alarming rate. Before I had a chance, her tongue was sweeping over my bottom lip, pressing for me to open up, I obliged, giving me exactly what I wanted. Our hands locked, entangled. I moved fast, exchanging positions, her back now against the wall. I pressed myself into her further, a quieted moan escaping her lips, her body reacting, pressing back. Her hands were frantic, gripping, squeezing, pulling. My hair being tugged, pulling me closer into her. A slight sting fell across my lips, as her teeth gently bit down, tugging my skin. “Fuck” I hissed, pulling back, her expression frightened. I gave her a grin, a spectacularly devious grin, and lunged at her neck, returning the favor. Her grip in my hair tightened, a delicious sound emitting from her delicate lips. My grin remained, even though my mouth was busy covetously drinking her in. For a moment, I thought I may have been dreaming, this seemed too surreal. 

The feelings running through me assured we were in this moment, this intense, insane moment. I tasted every millimeter of her skin, moving back to her lips. I was insatiable, completely and utterly. Her arms wrapped around my neck, both hands fully twisted into my hair, clutching with fierceness. I have no idea how long we have been here, I’m sure only a minute or two, but I never wanted it to end. 

She fell back, one hand falling to my chest, grasping my shirt, taking in a heavy breath. Her lips were swollen and a delicious shade of red. Her eyes wore a lusty expression, hooded and sparkling. We stared at one another for a moment, before she wrangled me in again, using my shirt as leverage. Her kisses grew deeper, more desperate, then slowed, almost to a still. They became more intentional, precise. My lips were covered in a trail of short, sticky kisses, leaving me feeling dizzy. I don’t know what I was feeling, what was happening, what shifted, or even why I was wondering instead of just enjoying it, but it left me feeling a bit uneasy as well. She withdrew, giving me a gentle push. Her expression was unreadable. I felt her at my ear again. “ I have to go.” Before I had a chance to protest, she disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 1 - The London Underground

Chapter 2 - Theater

Chapter 3 - The Agenda

Chapter 4 - The Shoot

Chapter 5 - Back to Business

Chapter 5 ½ - Sketchy

Chapter 6 - Tired

Chapter 7 - Drinks

Chapter 8 - Temptation

Chapter 9 - Close®

Chapter 10 - The Interview

Chapter 11 - Strange Birds

Chapter 12 - Exhaustion

Chapter 13 - Mint Chocolate Chip

Chapter 14 - Excuses

[c-atm]

Diamond meets Devil

"This gem is cursed, I swear to god! Steven swore as he ran from his pursuers.  His breathing hard as he ducked, leaped and pivoted through the dark forest, hoping to get away.. or at least get them alone. 

It was starting to look like the latter.

The heavy, inhuman feet sounded like horrid thunder behind him as they got closer and gained in number as he led them away.

"Gotta get away!" The hybrid yelled as his skin turned rose pink and the world ‘slowed’ as he moved forward, instinct and survival taking the helm. Unaware of where he was going, the only thought being to get away. 

It was a few minutes after he disengaged pink mode and actually took count of where he was.

A field full of white lilies, the moonlight shining down. "Whoa.. This was around here?"  He was entranced by its beauty and serenity. "Gotta definitely bring Berry here for a night date." affirmation in his voice as he sent a picture to his Jam-heart only to find he had a weak signal. 

"Hopefully, she'll get it." He sighed, his thoughts back to his current situation.  

"What the heck was all that about, anyway?" 

The situation was concerning, to say the least. 

 *55 minutes ago*

 He just stopped by a food cart to get a quick bite to eat and something with caffeine to keep him up a few more hours so he could make it to his next stop or as close as possible.  

That when he was approached by a large cloaked figure.  Steven thought nothing of it, he lived the likes of Garnet after all. It wasn't until his ear caught a strange mechanical hum from the being that he turned his attention towards them and their red glowing eyes.

He didn't get the chance to introduce as a fist the width of his shoulders, nearly took off his shoulders. Even with his shield he was tossed back across the road, landing on his side and skidding into a guard rail, bursting it with a groaning cough.

As he rose to his feet, he heard the giant rush towards him, a mechanical roar, both fist cocked back to strike again. 

With a growl, Steven manifested a couple of hexagon structures and tossed them forward. His eyes widened as the giant fist shattered the hard-light projectiles as if they were thin glass and continued its charge, not losing a step. 

The giant swung both its black gloved fist down similar to an axe, all intention of crushing Steven's skull only to be tossed back by the sudden creation of an elastic rose bubble.The giant stumbled, regaining its balance after a moment and got rammed into by Steven and his shield, throwing the giant back over the rail and down into the forest below.

Breathing harshly, guilt filled his heart and curiosity, his mind as he turned away and walked towards the Dondai and got his phone, feeling a need to call Connie and tell her what happened.

That’s when he heard grunts coming from below and getting closer.  He turned to where the giant fell and watched as it pumped and thrust its thighs, with exhaust coming from it's back; hovering higher and higher, above his own position before dropping like an anvil. Steven scurried and dived to the other side of the road as the robot stomped on the Dondai, tearing through it as if it was maché.

Steven couldn't say anything, words drowned by shock, anger, and surprise. He took a look at the giant, too enraged to care that it was no longer cloaked.  He charged forward and swung with a bubble spiked fist. 

The two met in a collision of magic and robotics as Steven hands met the mechanical mammoths in a bevy of blows. The sound of hard-light scraping and bouncing of thick metal rang in the young man's ears; the sparks, beautiful and horrifying almost blinded the boy more than once, and the force of each collision reverberated throughout his body, to the very bone. 

Even with his impressive healing, stamina, and endurance he knew he couldn't keep this up..not as long as this mohawk sporting, army casual attire, Schwarzenegger looking menace. 

So he didn't.

Steven dropped his guard as a left hook aimed to decapitate him. Utilizing a bit of diamond level physicality, he was to slip under the blow and deliver an overhead straight to the chest of the machine man. The result was a literal blow out as Steven fist tore through the machine chest and out of its back. Steven stepped back as the robot-soldier fell to its knees, eyes gray and body lifeless. The body fell forward with a loud thud creating a small dust cloud. Steven laughed and sighed as he looked up feeling victorious.

His pupils dilated in fear as he saw  what looked like giant meteor fall from the sky. His jaw dropped when  the meteors unraveled  to reveal more of the robot soldiers, a baker's dozen of them, all aiming towards him. He didn't think just moved as he reached for the railing, feeling a hand on his ankle.

Rage coursed through him as he looked down at the supposedly decommissioned machine hand holding him in place. It intensified  when the machine looked up and opened its mouth revealing a timer with a nine second timer. 

The hybrid summoned his shield and sliced both the hand and head of the downed robot off, before picking up the skull, now with four seconds on the clock, and jettisoning it towards the falling  robots, giving it a horizontal rotation as it flew.

The blast was loud, fire, and quake making with enough force to knock Steven onto his knees even from where he launched it and he launched pretty high the cloud cover completely vanished, yet it wasn't enough to stop the oncoming unit. Steven didn't wait, as he removed the construction hand and leapt over the railing into the forest below, making his escape . 

 *present*

"They had me running for at least thirty minutes. At least I can catch my breath though, it doesn't seem like they chased me here." Steven mused as he stretched and rotated his arms and shoulders. looking at his phone seeing that his pic still wasn't  sent. "Everywhere in the world my ass." He muttered as he laid on the ground, trying to relax, as the event took a lot of him. His eyes drooped close.

"You really shouldn't be resting, fool."

Steven opened his eyes with a flutter as he sat up. He turned his head around gathering his baring. 'Still night, still in the field of lilies...So it wasn't a dream...Well, at least I'm not going insane.'  The hybrid rationalized.

"Who said that?" Steve called out as he stood up.

"Boy."

Steven felt a shiver run up his spine at the harsh and malicious voice. He turned behind him and there stood Japanese man with one brown eye and one red eye, battle scars on his cheeks, hair slick back appearing like a wing and thick eyebrows. He was finely dressed in a charcoal gray formal vest & dress pants with a purple long sleeve button shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up into cuffs, black dress shoes and red finger-less gloves, embedded with ten metallic studs arranged in an upside-down triangle.

He held himself with an aristocratic air, one doused with menace and malevolence. 

"You survived the 'Jacks'. Resourceful, I suppose."

His harsh tone matched the venom in the taunt.

"That was your doing? Those robots!!" The hybrid barked ire burning within him as his skin slowly took on the dangerous pink glow. 

"It was. What of it, welp?"

The nonchalant demeanor only fed Steven anger. "Why?" Steven stalked forward. "Was you hurt by Rose quartz as well! If so...I am sorry." Steven stopped a half foot away meeting the man's smug eyes, "but I'm not her." His voice receding into a plea, a look of guilt on his face...

"Who the hell are you talking about?"

wiped off with that one statement. 

Steven took a step back in confusion, unsure how to process the implications. "What? You’re not coming after me for my mother's past doings?"

"Boy,I have no idea or interest in your mother or your family. My business.." 

The fear and ire from before spilled into Steven's heart as the man slipped into a fighting stance. 

"with you."

The man's feet were planted firmly on the ground with his left leg in front, slightly bent at the knee while his right was straight. He held his right fist at chest height and his left hand was loosely open, out forward. Ice and steel was the only thing in his eyes.

Steven couldn't get a word out as the older man struck, with hitting his face two jabs followed by a strong strike to the chest knocking him off his feet and into his back.

Coughing, groaning, and tasting his running blood, the hybrid climbed to his feet, holding his hand forward, signaling a cease of action. "Wait..Why are you doing this? I Don't even know your name or what I did to offend you." Steven accused, already feeling his healing working on his swelling gums.

"Kazuya." The fighter's voice held boredom as impatience rolled off him.

"Kazuya." Steven tried out the name before nodding. "My name is…"

"Steven Universe.  I know who you are." 

Steven let out a nervous hum at Kazuya. "Right...The robots." He sighed "So...Did I offend you in anyway, is that why you sending your army of jocks-"

"Jacks." 

"Jacks...after me?" Steven tried to speak as jovial as possible to get through his cold exterior, but Kazuya wouldn't budge,not from his objective.

"I just wish to confirm some rumors," The man stated evenly, " to that end, I require an exhibition of sorts.”

“Rumors?” Steven repeated silently, only to just move back from a right hook from Kazuya, his left index holding the bridge of his nose as he felt blood trickle out of a new scar. His anger took over his fear for the moment, as he licked his thumb and rubbed it on the scar. “Good as new.” Steven sneered as the scar closed and disappeared. “There’s another way, like asking. You’re a adult, you should have more manners.” The hybrid snarled. 

“Hmph, so you can heal.” Kazuya smirked “Interesting.”

“Look,” The hybrid breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself down. His eyes still glaring. “I don’t want to fight, I don’t mind showing you what I can do, but not if I have to hurt you..” He spoke with gentle conviction as he waited for Kazuya's answer. His mouth became a grinding snarl as Kazuya let loose a mocking laugh into the night. His laughter fell to chuckles as he glanced at Steven  

“Hurt me? Boy,You might have tricks, ” his laughter died down as he kissed his teeth “but that’s all.”

Steven gave a smug titter as he formed his shield. “I have you know, I’m pretty damn strong,” expecting a look of surprise from Kazuya.

“Hmmph, a shield. What a waste.”

Something about this man irked Steven to no end. the way he seemed so above it all. His analytical eyes and bored, disappointed frown, and unconcerned tone. It was insulting, ‘and after all the trouble he caused me tonight.’ Steven was not gonna take this on the chin.

“Waste huh? Let’s see about that, Kazuya.” Steven challenged as he lowered his body, his feet planted firmly, and his shield covering him from knee to eye.

“Amusing.” Kazuya accepted as he slipped back into his stance, a little looser than before. 

‘He’s mocking me.’ The young man fumed in his mind, showing his teeth and breathing exasperatedly.  “Well what are you waiting for!”

Kazuya answered his childish by stepping forward, cocking his right fist back before shooting it straight towards the shield. 

Amazed horror gripped Steven, as a cackle of blue lightning surged from Kazuya fist upon contact and he found himself sliding back with his shield cracked by the force of the blow. He didn’t have the chance to look over the damage as Kazuya was already charging forward. With a flick of the wrist, Steven replaced the shield with another, and lifted it up to guard against Kazuya’s jumping kick towards his face, being pushed back some more, this time losing his balance and falling to a tumble.

Kazuya is relentless. Not giving him a moment's rest, He charged towards the kneeling Steven tackling the boy to his back. Kneeling himself over Steven's waist, Kazuya smirked before delivering a punch straight for Steven's skull. His fist met shield with a thunderous bang, once again cracking the hard light projection and forcing Steven to make another. He struck again, with the same result. He started to strike more vigorously, breaking shield after shield. Slowly his strikes started  becoming faster as if testing Steven’s creation speed.

Steven’s thoughts were a hurricane of terror. ‘ This guy is a monster... He’s just tearing through my shields like they’re nothing….’

“Where’s that strength you spoke of?” kazuya taunted as he continued his assault.  

  Steven felt his rage rise as his body glow. ‘ Got to get him…’ 

“ OFF OF ME !”  With a mighty roar, Steven summons a bubble throwing his attacker back to the ground.  Steven stood up trembling in anger, eyes diamond pink, hair darkish pink, and skin the same color of his eyes. He watched as Kazuya stood up with the damn smug smirk.

“Childlike anger with childlike power.” 

“Childlike…” Steven couldn’t understand why he was so infuriated by this man, but as his nose flared and his clenched fist, all Steven could think about was knocking the smug grin off his face. “ I’ll show you Childlike!” 

Steven launched at Kazuya intent on knocking his block off. He swung his right fist in a haymaker and was blocked by Kazuya’s forearm. The clash created a small shockwave, lifting lilies from the ground and scattering petals all around.  He threw another one at Kazuya’s chest  only for his fist to be caught and squeezed in Kazuya’s palm. He was caught off guard when Kazuya grabbed his right wrist, cocked his skull back and slammed it into his face. All he felt was blinding pain as he felt himself drop to and slide against the ground. Kazuya chuckled as he grabbed the bleeding hybrid by his left calf and in a feat of inhuman strength tossed Steven into a tree, watching as he hit face first.  A bit of glee rose within, when he heard Steven groan on impact and slide to his knees, a splotch of blood on its bark. “This is disappointing, " Kazuya walked forward towards the hybrid, "you have power but no strength, no skill..” He folded his arms as he loomed over Steven. “Only tricks.”

“Maybe, but.." Steven started as he attempted to climb to his feet. "I have a whole bunch of them!" He stamped his foot to the ground, instantly summoning a large hexagonal pillar  from under Kazuya, pushing upward at an alarming speed before stopping and launching him haphazardly into the sky. Steven leapt after the imbalanced and flailing fighter, grabbed the collar of his shirt and delivered a powerful punch to Kazuya left jaw, "Gah!",

followed by a jab to the mouth, "Oof!",

And a strike with his forearm to Kazuya’s, Which was caught pushed aside. Steven held a cross  guard as Kazuya stuck back with a few straight punches of his own, making Steven winced at the strength of each blow threatening to numb his pink arms. 

Kazuya grabbed Steven's trembling and bruised arms, and using momentum of both their bodies and the fall, slammed Steven back hard to the earth with a thundering bang and a sickening fleshy splat.

Steven couldn't even scream as Kazuya grasped his neck and lifted him up above his head as if he was weightless, leaving him dangling in his hand.

"Well, what else can you show me?" Kazuya questioned before he released him and let  him stand, before kicking the back of his right knee. 

"Ah!”.

Punching deeply into his left side.

"Oof!"

Kicking his left hip breaking it, 

" ARRH!!"

And sending a right fist straight to the gem.

“Kri--Kric-kzz!” The sickening cracking could be heard as the pink burned off Steven as he was thrown back to the ground by Kazuya’s attack. Steven huddled in the fetal position at the what felt like flaming drills, digging and burning into his soul, threatening his very life. 

Kazuya looked down at the hybrid. His body withering in pain. His breathing, harsh and erratic, his eyes closed, body bruised, blood ran from his lips, skull, and back; his hands covering his gem. He originally came to see if the gem could be useful...or maybe a threat or a rival. "Not even a warm-up." Kazuya sighed ,kissing his teeth, as he reached for his phone. He dialed a number and stood in silence. "Forget it.There's nothing of worth." The disappointment in his voice was evident. "This was a waste of time and resources." 

Steven opened his eyes to see Kazuya with his back towards him, silhouetted by the moon. He tried to call out to him, to ask why, but he couldn't. He was too weak, to hurt..and too shocked. He watched as  the blue lightning from before surrounded the man, before large purplish demonic looking wings sprouted from his back. Glaring as the devil looked over his shoulder towards him, three eyes looking at him, disgusted.

He came in to see if he could be an asset, or if he was a possible threat to him. Now though..He washed all concern and care of Steven Universe. “Live your pathetic life and die your pathetic fate.” With that Kazuya took to the sky like his presence and evil went with him.

The last thing Steven heard before he faded from consciousness was the tell-tale sound of a portal opening up and the sound of someone screaming his name.

[marisagreenwood]

Another gorgeous night out with local friends...

So after a day with the gf, it got to 3pm and it was time to start getting ready...the things we do to get glammed up and express our female sides! After a lengthy makeup regime, attaching nails, sorting the wig, prepping the handbag and taking some compulsory selfies, it was 6pm and time to head out to the Catherine Wheel.

Got to the venue, parked up and changed from my flats into my strapped black heels (because heels on a night out are mandatory always!) Even though it took literally a minute to walk from the car to the venue, I still froze! It took a good 20 minutes to warm back up. As usual, I hit the bar to get my large Diet Coke in...when a touch of the back told me someone else was there! Natasha Jane had made the short trip from her hotel to the venue quicker than I expected. And just as the drinks order was about complete, Brandie and Katie arrived as well. Conveniently it made it my round! But it’s always worth it to be around good friends 🙂 Ella was next to turn up, wearing a gorgeous green dress and more dramatic makeup than she usually does. She has such a great and natural look. Well jel!

Then came the first surprise of the night. My closest friend Michelle unfortunately wasn’t able to come...and she messaged me asking if I was out and having a good time. I messaged back and sent a pic back. The others then asked if she was coming, to which my reply was “No.......but then I give it maybe a 10% chance that she will still turn up anyway...” Sure enough, 20 mins later than 10% became 100% as a leggy blonde babe came strutting into the pub and hid very poorly behind a pillar! 😛 I got straight to my feet to go and give her a hug...it was really great that she was able to make it.

We were joined around 8ish by Diane, Sophie (her first time out) and a girl called Tina. Then Candy was an hour later, someone who had come before but I’d never had chance to talk to. She was lovely...had a great chat with her about the venues she had been to and her background.

Surprise #2. I was talking to Tasha when a familiar face went past and farted into the ladies loos. It took a moment to recognise the face with blue hair, but it turned out to be my gfs sisters post-op trans friend! I had seen her a good handful of times before...if she saw guy-me in the street, she would know who I was. But would she see through Marisa to the boy underneath? Well, she only had a brief look...people can look very different in a fleeting look, so I felt safe. Until things got worse.

Group photo time. Great idea, to give us all a memento to remember. Sophie collared the guy nearest to us and asked him to take a photo. He obliged...but unfortunately he didn’t tell us he was well out of his depth! Puzzled faces. Lack of picture taking. He didn’t know what he was doing. So Sophie took the phone back and turned to the next closest person to take the photo for us. And who was then approaching? My gfs sisters post-op trans friend! I had to stand there, stand tall and put on a huge smile whilst she took a good look at me, front and center! So it was really the ultimate test to prove whether the guy looks like Marisa or whether the wig, the makeup and the false lashes make her look unrecognisably different! I still wasn’t too worried though...the gf knows about Marisa, her family don’t...but they are openminded and would accept if they found out.

Midnight rolled around quickly and it was time to head home. Hugs and kisses, well wishes and goodbyes led to us all going our separate ways again. It was nice to take the heels off, get home and get cosy in bed to make up for wearing not a lot all evening and being cold! But it was another night to remember, one I’ll cherish forever.

[niall-is-my-dream]

Lost Without You - Part Two

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You were sat in the library on Tuesday afternoon with Hannah and Jess. All three of you silent as you took notes from various text books. Pausing to take a sip of your coffee, you took your phone from your pocket and saw Niall had text. A massive smile appeared on your face at the sight of his name.

He had text you not long after he left your dorm room on Sunday evening, a short text telling you how great it had been bumping into you, literally. Since then you had been non stop messaging back and forth.

Replying to his message, you placed your phone on the table and carried on note taking. The library was quiet except for the occasional turn of a page and the scribbling of a pen. Your phone vibrated causing Hannah and Jess to look up, smiling again at Niall's message, which didn't go unnoticed by your friends.

"Care to share?" Hannah whispered smiling.

"No." You whispered back grinning.

"Oh come on, what's got you smiling like that? Clearly a guy!" Jess whispered back.

You didn't want to answer so just shook your head and ignored the question.

"Come on, I've had enough." Hannah said. "We've been here for like 3 hours."

"Yeah, this library coffee sucks, let's go to The Cosy Coffee Corner, no one makes coffee like Audrey." You replied.

 Packing up your stuff your threw your crappy library coffee in the bin before following the girls down the stairs. Niall had text again so you replied again, pausing on the steps.

 "Right, you are telling us who's got you smiling like that!" Jess demanded as they stopped on the steps below you. 

You let out a big sigh before telling them you'd explain everything when you got to the coffee shop.

Audrey had left for the day by the time you had got there, but Margaret her sister in law, was there and sorted the three of you out with a coffee and pastry each.

As soon as your bum hit the seat Hannah had said the words "spill".

"Ok, so there is a guy." You began to explain.

"I knew it!" Hannah yelped.

"Ssshhhh!" You said.

"So who is he? Is it that guy from your design class, Mark or Matt or something?" Jess questioned.

"No, neither of them."

"Is it the guy who sent you the flowers? She wouldn't let me read the card when I was at hers the other day." Hannah said, looking at Jess.

"Yes, but it's complicated."

"Why is he married?! Is it your lecturer?!" Jess replied, her voice getting higher as she spoke.

"No..... God you're not going to believe me any way but it's Niall Horan." You said, making sure to whisper his name.

Both Hannah and Jess just stared at you.

"Niall Horan, as in Irish hottie Niall Horan?! You're joking right?!" Hannah said.

"No, he was at the bar a few weeks ago and some girl was harassing him by the loos. I got rid of her for him and he sent me the flowers as a thank you. Then he turned up here, at the cafe, when I was working Saturday. And then I bumped into him outside Tesco on Sunday. Any way, he came in to mine for a coffee and then we exchanged numbers, we've been texting ever since and we are going to see Lewis Capaldi tomorrow."

You had barely taken a breath, choosing just to blurt it all out to their shocked faces.

"Holy shit." Hannah mumbled. "Are you being serious?"

"Why would I lie about that?" You replied.

"Good point." She mumbled again.

Jess was silent, you could see her brain ticking over in other head.

"And you have a date with him tomorrow?" Hannah asked.

"Well, I'm not sure if it's a date. He said his friends and cousins will be going to the gig to, so I'm not sure."

"Do you reckon he could set me up with Liam? I mean he's single now!" Jess suddenly said.

You just stared at her before you and Hannah started laughing at her.

"For fucks sake Jess." You said shaking your head.

You spent the next 30 minutes talking about Niall. Jess started googling him, checking out the girls he had dated and began showing you Google images of incredibly beautiful models he'd been rumoured to have hooked up with.

"Jess, love." Hannah said. "If you're going to Google him, why don't you do shirtless or dick pics or something?! Googling girls he's been linked to isn't helping." She said, nodding towards you.

It shouldn't bother you who he had dated and been linked to, but it did. They were all stunning and were either models, actresses or pop stars. Which led you to be completely baffled as in to why he would ask you on a date.

"You know, I don't think it's a date." You suddenly said. "I really don't think I'm his type."

"Yeah you are, you're hot!" Hannah replied.

"Yeah and the messages he's been sending are super flirty." Jess added.

"I'm not so sure, I think I'm reading into it a bit too much. Maybe he wants to set me up with one of his friends or something?"

The discussion continued until you were interrupted with a message from Niall.

"Is it ok to pick you up at 6 tomorrow night? Maybe a drink in the pub before we go to the gig?"

"See he wants to pick you up." Hannah said, looking over your shoulder.

You quickly fired back a text saying you could meet him there if it was easier. But he soon replied that it was no trouble and that he would be at your dorm for 6 and that you'd catch the tube to Brixton and meet his cousins and friends there.

"See it is a date." Jess reassured you. 

The following afternoon Jess and Hannah had insisted on coming over to yours to help you pick out an outfit. Which was ridiculous really considering you were just going to wear jeans and a top.

"Jess, we are going to a gig not a fucking night club!" You declared when you saw the skimpy little black dress she had brought over to make you wear.

"Oh come on! You'll look hot!" She replied.

"She will look ridiculous." Hannah said as she rummaged through your small wardrobe. "You should totally wear your vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. I read that he likes them. Would be a conversation starter." 

That was a better suggestion than what Jess had come up with.

You managed to get rid of them both by 4:30pm which gave you an hour and a half to eat some pasta salad you had in the fridge and get ready. Not that it mattered but you shaved your legs, used a body scrub and washed your hair thoroughly before getting out.

Sitting in front of the mirror you blow dried your hair, running the straighteners along it to finish it off. You weren't one for much make up but you used some concealer, a light powder, some eye shadow and mascara. Hannah had chosen your favourite dark blue skinny jeans which you tucked your vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt into. You would finish the look with the black leather jacket your parents had got you for Christmas and your white converse.

Even though the window to your room was wide open, you were beginning to get warm, the nerves kicking in. You stood in front of your mirror, making sure you looked ok and silently giving yourself a pep talk. You were definitely confused as in to whether it was a date or not. As the girls had said, his texts were kind of flirty and he was coming to pick you up alone. Maybe he had a spare ticket for the gig and had asked you on impulse on Sunday, as he had wanted to see you again.

It didn't matter though, Niall was great company and you were looking forward to seeing Lewis Capaldi perform. His friends that he had been at the pub with when you had first met him had been cool, so you hoped they would be at the gig tonight too.

Your phone beeped from your desk, a message from Niall saying he was outside your building. Grabbing your jacket and bag you headed out your door excited to see him.

And wow. He looked good.

His usual dark jeans, a white t shirt and a beige light weight jacket on. His smile lit up his face and you couldn't help but match his expression.

"Hi." He said as he leaned in to kiss your cheek and give you a hug.

Oh and boy did he smell good too, you thought, inhaling his scent as you embraced.

"How are you?" You asked him as you reluctantly pulled away.

"Good thanks."

You walked down the steps on your building, heading for the tube station. It wasn't far and you fell into easy conversation with Niall on the walk there. The streets were pretty busy and you wondered how Niall dealt with being so out in the open, he is quite a recognisable figure. But then again around here in Battersea people were used to seeing celebs and you'd spotted a few on the tube before.

Your conversation didn't falter as you made you way into the tube station, both of you swiping your oyster cards. The tube was busy, but no one looked up at you both. You were thoroughly enjoying standing on the tube for once, holding onto the railing in the middle to steady yourself. Niall's hand was right above yours, his fingers touching yours. His other hand which was casually by his side the entire ride, reached across to you when the tube stopped. Landing on your waist, he held you so you didn't topple when the train reached its destination.

You liked it and you looked up at him and smiled, the blush creeping up your cheeks.

When you got to the pub, his friends had found a booth in the corner. You were quickly introduced to his cousins Willie and Deo, who you'd met before. Plus his PA Tara and a couple of friends, Conor and Gilly. Everyone was really nice and chatty, getting you a beer and asking you about yourself and where you were from.

When you told them you were from a town just outside of Nottingham there was an oooohhh sound bouncing around the table.

"Hey, what's wrong with Nottingham?!" You asked.

"It's a great city, just don't like the football team." Niall replied.

"Me either. Derby fan here." You said.

"Really?" Niall questioned.

"Yeah, my family has a season ticket. I went about a month ago with my Dad. I normally miss out though, as I'm usually working."

Everyone was looking at you and you suddenly felt really nervous.

When Niall explained that he was a Derby fan to, the strange looks all made sense. It wasn't until you started showing them pictures of yourself and your Dad at various Derby games that everyone seemed to warm to you again. They clearly had thought you had said that you were a Derby fan because Niall was, which was pretty lame.

You sat next to Niall drinking your beer and getting to know everyone. Your thighs were right next to each other and every so often he'd knock it against yours. You'd catch his eye and he'd smile sweetly at you. There was definitely an attraction there from you, and you hoped he felt something for you too. But to be honest you weren't even sure if this was a date.

Tara was quizzing you about what you were studying at University and started saying about how she'd moved into this great flat nearby with loads of original features. Although you were listening to Tara as she spoke, you couldn't help but hear Niall's friend whisper that they all liked you. You felt your heart flutter at that moment. 

When you were walking to the venue an hour later, you were chatting with Conor and were shocked to discover that he was in the band that Jess was crazy about. She even had tickets for you, her and Hannah to go in a few weeks time.

"My friend Jess has a huge crush on you! I can't believe I didn't realise it was you. We are coming to see your band in like two weeks."

"Really is Jess single?!" Conor asked you.

"She is!" You laughed, pulling up a picture of you and Jess on your phone.

He asked you to swap numbers and promised to get you three some back stage passes. You knew Jess would be screaming about it when you told her.

"I have to tell you though mate, she did ask me to find out if I could get Liam Paynes phone number!" You replied giggling.

Niall and a couple of the lads went to get drinks at the bar while you and Tara found a good viewing spot. She was a really lovely and sweet person and you had hit it off with her straight away. You had noticed that she got along really well with Nialls cousin Willie and were about to quiz her about it when she asked you about meeting Niall. She knew the story having been told by Niall about the girl harassing him by the loos at the pub.

"I feel bad that shit like that happens to him." You said.

"He deals with it well and it's not all bad, he met you." She replied smiling.

You could feel the blush rise in your cheeks.

"Don't think he'd normally bring us all on a first date but I know he wanted to see you before he went to L.A. on Sunday."

So it was a date and it would seem that having his friends approval about people was a big deal. It did make your heart sink at the thought of him going to L.A. you had no idea how long he would be gone for and you didn't quiz Tara for any details of his trip. It really wasn't any of your business and if he wanted to see you again then you would just have to wait until he returned.

When the lads got back with the drinks everyone chatted amongst themselves before the gig started and you felt Niall's hand on the small of your back.

"Are you ok?" He asked you, his breath warm against your ear. 

You turned to face him and he had a nervous look on his face.

"I'm good, I'm looking forward to seeing Lewis perform." You said, leaning in close to him.

"Yeah me too. I'm sorry it's not a conventional first date, being here with all my friends and cousins and stuff but I wanted to spend time with you before I go away on Sunday." 

"Well, I didn't even realised it was a date." You smiled.

"You didn't?" 

You shook your head.

"Oh um....." He mumbled and moved his hand away.

"Put your hand back." You whispered in his ear, tucking your hand under his t-shirt slightly. 

It looked like any two people in a busy noisy room trying to have a conversation with each other but in reality something changed between you in that moment. His hand went back around your waist as you squeezed his hip discreetly under his t-shirt.

When the music started and Lewis came out, your group cheered the loudest as they all knew him personally. Niall stood behind you, his hand moving around your waist. You felt warm and safe in his arms as you watched Lewis sing, a soft kiss from Niall on the top of your head made you relax further back in his arms.

When the music ended, Niall moved away from you and the warmth was gone. You had been enjoying the way he had held you, and if sensing that, he moved his hand to yours and entwined your fingers together.

After a quick chat with Lewis backstage, in which you completely fan girled over him, you all headed out of the venue. Everyone had work the next day so were going home to their respective flats. With the promise from Conor that he would text you the details for his gig and after swapping numbers with Tara you and Niall got into a black cab. 

Niall reached over and entwined your fingers together again as you chatted about the gig and his trip. Seems he was going to be gone three weeks and you hid your disappointment that you wouldn't get to see him for ages. He was going to finalise details of his album, finish up recording and do some interviews. It all sounded so exciting and you could tell he was really proud of it.

"Can you leave the cab running while I make sure she gets in safe please?" Niall asked the driver as you pulled up outside your dorm.

You thought it was cute that he wanted to see you into your building and were also pleased that he didn't expect to be invited in. It wasn't your sort of thing sleeping with someone on the first date and you definitely didn't get the impression Niall was like that to.

He was nervous as you made your way to your door, you could see him run his hands down his jeans and look around cautiously. It was good to know that even a multimillionaire singer could get nervous when walking a girl home after a date.

"So.....thanks for inviting me. I had a really great time." You said trying to break the awkwardness.

"Me too. And my friends didn't embarrass me too much!" He replied smiling.

"They're great fun, I enjoyed their company."

You were standing so close to each other, the tension unbearable. Just when you thought he was going to chicken out and not kiss you, he reached his hand up to cup your face.

His lips were soft and his breath minty, you smiled into the kiss realising that he had chewed gum earlier to make sure he was prepared. You finally got to run your fingers through his hair, something you had wanted to do since the moment you met him. 

Part Three

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[willandkatealways]

What Have I Done

AN How I imagined their relationship got back on track after the break up and a little snippet of more recent times. There is some language that may be not suitable.

May 2007

Kate stood by the bar, drinking a glass of wine when she saw Guy Pelly walking up to her she wasn't surprised it was his place after all. "Kate what a surprise, it's good to see you. How have you been?" She inwardly sighed he wanted to know how are since you and William broke up. "I am fine Guy, been working on a charity rowing competition and I am on a date now." Her date was Henry Ropner, "I am here with Henry he has just gone to the loo actually there he is now. Pardon me. It was good to see you." She walked up to Henry and kissed his cheek, he smiled and took her hand. Kate wished she felt more but it was too soon, Henry and William knew one another and he knew she wasn't over William yet. Henry smiled, "You okay? Saw you talking to Pelly." She looked back at guy and saw he was texting, she wondered if he talked or saw William much. Turning back to Henry she forced a smile and told him she was nice and they should dance.

Guy saw them dancing, Kate was laughing at something Henry said. Henry looked at her with his heart in his eyes. Kate may still be in love William but Henry was falling for her. He could strangle William, he knew Will has his reasons but he was going to lose the best thing that ever happened to him. Taking out his phone he fired off his text to the future king of England.

Guy: You are going to fucking lose her! Henry is a good bloke and he would give her everything. You could give her everything which includes love.

For good measure he sent a picture as well, as Henry playfully dipped Kate.

William had gotten in from training, today had been brutal. He heard his phone chirp and saw the message and picture from Guy. He felt sucker punched. Henry Ropner! Everything was wrong in the world, it was his fault. He knew he should be happy Kate was moving up but damnit she was his.

He threw the phone on his bed and went to shower, he remembered showers with her and kissing her in the morning. He missed her, they were still texting wouldn't the press love that. He sat on his bed with the towel around him.

Yes they texted, he couldn't go a day without some form of communication.

William: You look beautiful in that dress. Always have. Guy sent me a pic of you and Ropner so no I am not spying.

Kate: Figures.

William: I miss you. Are you happy?

Kate: Don't do this.

William: I know I fucked up. If you knew why. Please just see me.

Kate: Meet me at our place. Text me a day you're off.

He responded in the affirmative and laid down, he knew where she meant. How he would get in without being seen was going to be a problem but he would. He could never deny her.

Three days later Kate stood in the National Portrait Gallery, she wondered if she was making a mistake and her blonde wig itched. Feeling someone move closer she glanced over and saw a man with brown hair and a mustache.

"Very handsome Billy." He smiled, and leaned in closer, "I would do anything for you."

Kate sighed, "Why did you insist that we meet? We broke up. Things have changed. I am dating other people and you are too."

"They aren't you, I thought it was better to break up because the press were relentless and I was scared of hurting you. I love you more than anything but we are so young and I thought maybe it was a mistake to be so serious." William grabbed her hands and led her to a nearby bench.

"Billy then why are doing this? To hurt me?" Tears filled her eyes.

"No babykins, to tell you I was wrong. I cannot live without you in my life. If you tell me you love Henry then I will walk away and we will never speak of this again." He wiped a tear that had fallen.

She stood up and walked over to stare at a portrait of Queen Victoria, "I dont love him, I am still in love with you. But how can I trust you with my heart?"

"Time please and I was show you that you can trust me." He would beg her to come back if he had to.

She turned and smiled at him "I missed you so much Billy, it will take a long time to make up for what an idiot you've been."

He took her in his arms, "I love you so much and I will spend every day showing you that and making up for being a world class idiot."

2019

Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge woke to the sound of laughter. She walked over to their son's crib and was a little surprised to see it empty.

"You're up, get back in bed it's time for breakfast in bed. Dont worry Louis is fine he is with Maria and George and Charlotte are getting ready for school." William laid the tray down and brought her close, Happy Birthday baby."

Kate smiled and let her self be led to the bed, "You are so amazing, thank you."

They kissed until their were footsteps running into the room, "Ewww mummy and daddy are kissing again!" George said with disgust, Charlotte laughed.

"Oh come here monkeys and I will shower you with kisses." The two ran into her arms, with giggles and laughter. William snapped a picture, and joined in when he got back from his event he would take her out tonight. She deserved the world. She was such an amazing wife and mother.

AN Hope you enjoyed it.

#WillandKate #royalfanfic

[sweetarethediscords]

And now, a holiday short story, based on this pic:

In a town far away from home, many months after their initial accidental adventure, The Scalebearers were drunk.

Well, Ava and Gill were drunk, Valma, Cici, and Kaj were tipsy at best.

"Are they like this every Frosttide?" Valma asked. She and Cici sat at a table off to the side, safely out of the way of the flailing tornado of limbs that on a less raucous day would be called a dance floor.

"I have no idea," Cici replied. "Usually, my family would just give a toast to kick off The Feast for the townsfolk then head back to the manor. We didn't participate in festivities like this." She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she watched Kaj nudge Gill and Ava together yet again. Sweat sticking their hair to their foreheads, and booze coloring their cheeks pink, they burst out into a fit of giggles as Kaj's sneaky hip check sent Gill tumbling into Ava. Her instinct still sharp, she caught the falling ginger and pulled him into a bouncing jig.

"Did you ever want to?"

"Want to what?" Cici turned her attention back to Valma, trying very hard not to let her eyes linger on her well defined biceps, accentuated by the sleeveless cut of her dress. If she had known the garment would look this good on the townsguard, Cici would have bought her twenty. Or perhaps none at all, as being this distracted tended to have dire consequences for their group.

"Did you ever want to party with the townies? Cut loose, twirl around…"

"I'm here aren't I?" She held up her drink. "I'm on my second cup of mulled wine, ate a whole leg of that chili pepper chicken; I'd say I'm cutting it quite loose."

"Then why aren't we dancing yet?" Valma asked. A flirtatious smirk bent her lips that set Cici's skin on fire.

"Good gods." Kaj dropped between the onto the bench, sweat polishing the glistening expanse of copper skin exposed by the deep v-cut of his shirt. "Getting those idiots together is worse than herding cats."

Cici took advantage of Kaj's distraction to chug her wine in an attempt to bring her temperature down.

"Why do you keep meddling?" Valma gave an irritated sigh. "You know they're a hopeless case."

"Because I am a hopeless romantic-"

"Debatable."

"-and I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they wake up in bed together."

Valma scoffed. "You won't be in the room to see that."

"Well if I play my cards right…"

"While I couldn't care less about anyone in this group's love life, I think it'd be beneficial for all of us if their first… entanglement wasn't a drunken hook-up," Cici interjected.

"Why not? Some of my best entanglements have been drunken ones," Kaj remarked.

"I'm telling Clay," Valma teased.

"Do it. He knows he's up there out of all the drunken ones."

"And of the sober ones? Is he up there, too?" She flicked the point of his ear and Kaj swatted her hand away.

"Why the hell shouldn't they hook up? Look at them!" Kaj pointed to the dance floor.

Gill and Ava laughed in each other's faces, spit flying in the air, as they held onto each other tightly, jumping around in a circle in more of a breakneck ring-around-the-rosie than a dance.

"They're fucking adorable!" 

"Adorable is a word. So is disastrous," Cici replied. "Forget about how Ava would shoot an arrow through all of our throats if we let that happen. Gill caused a mile wide sinkhole by accident when he was angry. Can you imagine what could happen when he's excited?"

The table learched from underneath them and the trio jumped to their feet, grabbing for their weapons, Ava crashed onto the table top, giggling like a fool.

"Have no fear, deer! I'll lead you to safety!" Gill leapt towards the broken table after her. 

Ava rolled out of the way just in the nick of time, letting Gill belly flop onto the splintered wood. She ruffled his curls as he regained his bearings. 

"You'll have to catch me first, farmer." Ava flicked Gill's nose and took off.

A bright smile spread across his freckled cheeks and he scrambled to his feet to chase her.

Cici looked to Kaj and Valma and pointed at the wreckage left in their wake. "No magick, tons of property damage, and they haven't even kissed."

"Ugh. Fine." Kaj stomped after them, muttering a litany of swears and knocking back some unsuspecting drunkard's drink as he stole it right out of his hand.

"You know we're going to have to wrangle all three of them, right?" Valma said.

Cici tilted her head back to lock eyes with her. Even though Valma stood close to three feet taller than her, it never felt like she was looking down on her.

"You mean you are going to wrangle them. I'm going back to the inn to take a bath and get some peace and quiet."

Cici moved to leave and a warm, calloused palm grabbed her shoulder.

"No you're not," Valma said.

Cici looked over her shoulder at her, arching an eyebrow in annoyance despite her heartbeat's sudden kick-start. "I'm not?"

"Nope." Valma grabbed her other shoulder and steered Cici towards the dance floor. "You drank the wine, ate the food, now you gotta dance. Those are the rules of a proper Frosttide Feast."

"R-really? That wasn't in any of my etiquette classes."

"Huh." Valma turned Cici around and pulled her into a swinging dance. "Guess I'll have to teach you then."

Valma wasn't the best leader, but Cici was trained enough to make up for it. 

Focusing on their steps was just the thing to keep her mind off of how close they were, how wonderful it felt to be twirled around effortlessly in Valma's arms, and how she looked at Cici like she was the only girl in the world. 

"Cici," Valma beckoned as the fiddles' tempo transitioned into the next song. "There's another rule I forgot to mention."

Cici looked up from the floor to find Valma's face precariously close to hers. Her traitorous eyes stole a glimpse at her lips. "What's that?"

Valma smiled and pinched Cici's chin, tilting it up and she brushed her nose against hers. Their lips hovered just millimeters apart.

"Stick! We've got trouble!" A chorus of shrieks followed Kaj's shout as a terrible roar shook the tavern walls apart. Valma and Cici broke away from each other with just enough time to catch a glimpse of brunette braids and terracotta curls whizzing by the windows behind Kaj on the back of a four-legged, leather-winged monster.

"Is this part of the rules, too?" Cici grumbled, summoning her illusory clones.

"No," Valma sighed, drawing the short sword hidden under her skirt. "This is just the cost of being us."

Happy Frosttide and Merry Christmas!

In Kilead, their version of Christmas is called The Frosttide! A two week celebration of warmth and light during the coldest and darkest part of winter. Decor and dress are inspired by this, with furs, marigolds, dried peppers, and magick lights.

Art inspired by this iconic Yuri on Ice piece:

[ramblings-of-a-depressed-gay]

Catfishing - Misleading photos and bios to trick others into meeting.

I'm sure a lot of us are suffering from boredom, during the Covid-19 lockdown. I have spent my time masturbating a little too much, videogaming a little too much and bulk watching entire seasons of tacky US reality tv. In particular, after 3 bottles of wine with my housemate, we fell into a loop of watching Catfish : The TV show.

Laying in my bed lastnight, not able to sleep, I started thinking about the few times, that I know of, that I have been catfished or mislead on dating profiles.

The weirdest by far and most recent was on Grindr. A guy sent me an opening message that was just a picture of a very impressive physique and even more impressive cock. I was horny and intrigued and asked for a face pic, as I normally do. He was hesitant at first and it triggered some red flags as he kept saying he was discreet and married but had a camper van he wanted to pick me up in, drive into some woods and fuck....Eventually, he gave in when I insisted I needed a face pic. I had no plans to go ahead with his creepy camper van plans but it became a bit of a personal mission to get a face pic. When I got one, I was even less interested in meeting. The face clearly did not match the torso of the first image he sent. It just didn't seem likely. Getting annoyed at this point, I confronted him. Again, zero intention to meet but I was pissed at the idea that I was being lied to. He agreed to send me another pic to prove it was him and sent another picture of a cock...Except it was a different cock. As beautiful as the first one but different. The first one was clearly uncircumcised - the second was not. I mean, he could have been circumcised before the second picture was taken but there was something really off about this guy and the situation. The messages came across very desperate and I just knew I was being lied to. I pointed this out to him and he sent me another picture. This time. It was my own picture. Then it all fell into place...I remember taking the picture for a specific guy who I had never met but had talked to for a while. I quickly made the point that it was my own cock and was blocked instantaneously. I still don't know whether the first guy, the one I sent the cock pic to, was the real person or the guy who sent me my own pic was but either way. I was blatantly being catfished.

Another time, was years ago. I think I was maybe 19 or 20 at the time so about 7 or so years... A naive time before I discovered Grindr and only wanted to date and fall in love not hook-up and fuck. My childhood friend and I had recently reconnected after going to different high schools and we talked about dating. Neither of us had romantic partners and we both wanted one. I told him that I was on POF (Plenty Of Fish) but wasn't really getting anywhere. Chatting to guys but no dates yet. Me and my friend, Xander (not his real name but close), stayed in touch and met regularly from this point. I don't remember exactly how long it was after this reunion but it wasn't long - I started talking to a lad on my POF profile. He messaged me first and was exactly my type. I was young and optimistic and after a few weeks of talking to him, I felt like I was in love. He seemed to really get me as a person. He was handsome and cultured and always made a point of messaging me back. We talked for weeks and weeks but the subject of meeting up was never broached. Eventually, I took the plunge and asked him. He was evasive about it at first but agreed that we should, at some point. I had seen enough pics of him to believe wholeheartedly that he was real. One night, we were both horny and we even sexted and sent private pictures of ourselves. The pics he sent back matched the pics of his face and tattoos on his torso, so I had no doubts that it was really him. But he still wouldn't agree to meet. Eventually, I lost interest and we stopped talking. I hadn't seen Xander for a while, as he had moved to Liverpool with work. About a year later, I got a message on POF from the guy who I had been speaking to. We swapped BBM pins and he agreed to meet me and asked when I was free. I jumped at the chance and we planned to meet the following weekend. We planned a coffee at Costa and a walk round the local park. Saturday came and I dressed and re-dressed probably about 20 times out of sheer nervousness that I was getting to finally meet this guy. I went into the town centre and walked into the costa early. I was pleasantly surprised to see my mate Xander working at one of the tables with his laptop. He seemed surprised to see me and I sat with him while we waited. My date hadn't shown up an hour later and hadn't had any responses to my messages and so I took it that I had been stood up. I needed a drink and Xander agreed to come with me for some food and a pint. At some point, I went to the loo and I finally got a message back telling me that something had come up and he was sorry. His message said he also had something to tell me. It turns out....Xander had been this lad all along. He said he had been thinking to come out as bi-sexual to his family, for some time and wanted me to know before he did but didn't know how to tell me. He said he had made the profile to ask for advice because he was too shy to ask. He said he had always had a crush on me but felt like I would never be interested. I felt betrayed and I couldn't see why he would do this to me and so I left the bar without saying goodbye. I paid the tab and left. Some years later, me and Xander became very close, for a about a year (before he fucked me over again. I'll save that for a future post) but it took quite some time to get over the betrayal. He never did tell me whose pictures he had been using or how he got the nudes.....

The third time I can recall, wasn't a massive catfish scenario but his motives scare me, when I think about it. Again, I was on POF and I was messaging a guy from Leeds. He was attractive and seemed genuine and within hours we had planned a date for the next day. Sean (real name, as far as I know) turned up and was a lot older than he said he was and clearly used pictures that were a few years old. He apologised for misleading me and plied me with drinks to make up for the fact that he hadn't been honest. The date didn't last too long though, he got arsey with me for not wanting to go to his hotel room and have sex with him. He even offered to buy me an iphone or a laptop if I agreed to let him snort cocaine of my hard dick. I decided it was best to leave when he told me that he had picked me over another lad that he was messaging at the same time as me and I should be grateful for all the drinks he bought.....Needless to say, I never spoke to him again.

It does make me wonder....All the other guys I have spoken to over the years who I never met....Where they genuine or was I being catfished. Why do people do it? I don't think it's right but at least I can kind of wrap my head around why somebody would use older pics of themselves to almost lure somebody in but can they really expect somebody to be okay with being okay with this when their lies are exposed? Should we be more careful who we send our intimate pictures to as they could be used to complete this fake identity that somebody else has created using your pictures? How common is catfishing and what exactly constitutes as being a catfish or catfishing somebody? Is using an older picture of yourself just as bad as using somebody else's pictures to try and entice somebody to meet and ultimatelybinto bed? In some way, is it your own fault if you fall for a catfish's lies and should you be more cautious about who you are talking to?

I would love to hear the catfish experiences of others and hear how this affected them and how they have learnt from the experience(s).

[spellyjane]

Big Island Splash, Mash, Dash!

Belated Aloha, forgive me for taking two weeks to write this!

I thought we had landed on the moon as I descended the plane stairs onto the island of black volcanic rubble. After nine plus hours of flying I had arrived at Triathlon Mecca, Kona, a little town on a wisp of land in the middle of a massive ocean, noisy with wind and hot as hades.

Hawaii is halfway between Sydney and Chicago so provided the perfect location for a rendezvous with my Dad whom I had not seen for over a year. (Aww, thanks for coming and sharing this with me Dad. ×××)

“Downtown” Kona is small and super cute but that week was COMPLETELY overrun with compression-wear trussed, trucker hat clad, slightly weather beaten, uber athletic types. I almost fit right in.

I was pleased to get up and out of the hype on my first night, having a home cooked meal with my dear friends Ben and Lillian at their B&B located on a flower farm way above Kona. Ben and Lillian are a fab couple I met running in Jersey City. I laughed off their prediction back in 2013 after my first 70.3 that I would one day race at Kona, thinking of course that will never happen because I will NEVER do an Ironman. I was beyond flattered to receive a message from these guys on my return home from IM Texas with my IMWC slot secured, telling me that they had booked their flights to Kona! Just wow.

At the suggestion of a friend I had signed up for the big charity Underpants run. Yes! Why not? It is for charity, I figured that if I had to endure running along behind ironmen in their tighty whities, well it would be worth it, for the charity of course. I wore a pair of huge granny dacks sporting a kangaroo waving an Aussie flag on the butt and dragged my poor Dad to the start line. He did not run, just observed… (that sounds way more creepy that it really was.) I met up with some friends Mike, a seasoned Kona participant and Jeff a green Kona rookie just like me.

We had a hoot, Mike and Jeff were happy to be stuck behind the Coeur Team girls, how shallow, I mean really? Post run “analysis” and breakfast at Evolution hit the spot. Oh a tip for Underpants Run rookies I gleaned from post race observation: sweaty tighty whities may leave you exposing a whole lot more than you anticipated.

Simon arrived on the Thursday. We had decided to leave the kids solo in Chicago… just kidding, our friends Alex and Theresa stepped in there. Theresa was so super cute, she called the schools to make sure the boys got there ok, drove the boys to their after school triathlon sessions and gave up their whole weekend too! What a load off our minds, we were so grateful.

I was able to squeeze in some down time. Dad, Simon and I spent Thursday afternoon sitting on the lanai of our apartment sipping a beer, watching the sun go down, taking a million photos and solving the world’s problems. I don't get to chill with my Dad too often, spending time with my Dad like that has left a warm little glow in my heart. It was one of my favorite moments of the trip. (My Dad hates being in photos, but I do manage to snag him in a few pics on this trip.)

As amiable and easy going as you all know me to be, I knew I would be prone to a little pre Ironman World Championships fretting. I did not want to expose my loved ones to my potential dragon lady side so I sent Simon and Dad off to explore Volcano National Park on the other side of the Island on Friday. A rather unwelcome visitor arrived on Friday, perhaps the best euphemism I can use is “Aunt Flo”, what a cow, she was not invited and I was not expecting to see her. She threw me in a bit of a spin, but I pulled it together and added dealing with that to my race plan.

I got my race gear together, checked my bike and checked in. What an awesome hype! I had forgotten that I had listed my occupation on the Ironman registration form as “Secret Agent.” As I walked down the red carpet to check in they called me out, “Here is Kelly Phuah, she is competing in the women’s 45-49 age group…” [pause] “she is a secret agent!” Haha, cover blown!

I was welcomed into Transition by my very own volunteer escort, Craig. Craig and his wife,  from Seattle, have been coming to the big Island for the last 10 years to volunteer for IMWC!

Whaaat!? I know right? Gulp, I felt a little overwhelmed at that moment. I racked my bike, hung my transition bags.  Then I stood for a few moments on the red carpet, I let myself feel special for being there before heading off to eat and find an air conditioner!

I found my friend Mike and we talked race stuff and spectator logistics tips while sipping protein shakes with our feet up. It was the perfect pre race afternoon.

Dinner that night was right down in the middle of all the action at Honu’s, overlooking the athlete area and swim start with Ben, Lillian, Dad and Simon. There was much discussion over the spectator plans and I shared my hopeful race splits to help them know where I would be at certain times. I was worried about how the day was going to be for everyone who had come all that way to watch. I knew it would be a long hot day for them too.

I had to have the Hawaiian Pizza, oh wow, caramelized pineapple and kalua shredded pork, It was awesome!

I got antsy all of a sudden in the middle of dinner when I realised that I was doing a freaking Ironman the next day. I rushed our farewells with Ben and Lillian and dragged Dad and Simon home. I have no clear memory of going to bed or how I slept, my mind just leaps to Simon and I driving down Alii Drive at 4am!

Race Day

Goal: under 11hrs.

Gosh, how much detail can you handle? Do I make it sound epic and glamorous? I guess if you are reading this then you are either a really good friend or a weird triathlon junkie so I will just give you the ugly truth.

Treading water with 600 other women waiting for the start canon was crazy. Everyone was apologetically kicking each other. I looked back at the crowd on the shore and the pier and let the swell of excitement pick me up. I sighted the 1st boat and wiggled a little closer to the front. The cannon boomed and we turned from polite and apologetic to tiger sharks. I was kicked, swam over and grabbed, I had to restart my watch 3 times because the stop button was kicked. I am quite sure I did my fair share of kicking others too, it was impossible not to. And at one stage I found myself laying completely on top of another athlete, I have no idea where she,came from!

I found my rhythm eventually and was able to start really swimming. By about half way I could feel my speedsuit cutting into my neck and throat as I was sighting and turning to breathe. It left quite a good chafe and I looked like I had been strangled. I snuck a peak at my watch as we made the turn at the boats, I was happy to see I was on schedule for my goal of a sub 70min swim. I was enjoying the water, it was clear and fairly calm. I could see the bottom. I picked out a blue swim cap on the bottom and wondered if it’s owner was down there too. I made the last push to the pier and grabbed the stairs, I ripped off my speed suit with glee and made my way around to T1 on wobbly legs.

1:09:42

I rinsed off my face with some fresh water, grabbed my bag and dove into the tent, and with the help of another volunteer it was suit off, socks on, shoes on, glasses on, food in pocket, loo stop #1 and out to my bike. Helmet on and go go go.

4:44

Yay!! Spotted my posse as I took off on the bike.

Lol, my Dad showing me the way to go…

I settled in and got out onto the Queen K thinking ok Kona, show me what you’ve got, bring it, do your worst.

I had a plan, hold watts for an IF around .68-.69. Yeah, naa, that just did not feel right. I was hot and pushing those watts just felt a little more taxing than it should so I backed off a little and kept a closer eye on my effort than my watts. I guess the wind was kind because even at the lower watts I was still on schedule for a 5:40 bike.

The best tip from Mike, stay wet all day. So at every aid station I was grabbing a cold bottle of water and pouring it all over my body, it was keeping me relatively cool.

I was keeping an eye out for girls in my age group, I passed a few and but noticed as we got closer to the finish that we were all getting a little feisty and not letting each other get too far away.

The climb up to Hawi was the first time that I really felt good, not being familiar with the course had made me a little reserved but when I hit that climb I felt like I just had this one hard bit and I was more than half way. I made the turn for home at the top and launched myself down that descent with a mission. So much fun! I was ticking down the miles and aiming to be out on the run course in under 7hrs and that kept me on the gas all the way back into Kona.

Ugh, triathletes are disgusting, the visor on my helmet was totally aero but also saved me from taking a snot rocket the face. “Dude!!” I shouted as I passed, he looked really sorry, but still, look over your shoulder before you launch. Same goes for the girl taking a wee. Being splashed by someone else's piss is not cool either.

My guts were feeling a little sketchy nearing the end of the bike, I took a couple of Imodium hoping to hold off the horrible tummy cramps etc I seem to be prone to on the run.

I came hurtling down the bike finish chute, eyeballing my volunteer bike catcher, I dismounted like a swan gliding in for a landing on a lake while seamlessly passing my bike to the catcher. They will probably be playing that footage in the Kona highlights, because it was so  freaking pro.

5:38:48

Into T2 in my socks, grabbed by bag, ripping off clothes as I ran, sort of like Superman - until my arms got hopelessly snagged in my super tight bike jersey and I resembled something more like a mad person trying to escape a straightjacket.  Yay for those volunteers. So, shoes on, race belt in hand, loo stop #2 and off on the run.  

4:33

Bahaaa, happens every time, my body rejoices for the 1st 2 km and I am lulled into a false sense of, “Oh hell yeah, I am going to be so amazing.” A quick glance at my overall time on my watch had me out on the run course in under 7 hours, yessss. I felt so confident that I was going to make that 11hr goal.  All I had to do was manage a 4 hr marathon. Then at about kilometer 3 it began to suck.  I saw my posse again at around this point, Simon and Ben ran alongside, giving me my position in the field and who was where, at that moment, they could have told me that there was a lion chasing me and it would not have made the bit of difference to my pace.  

I ran on in misery, downing a couple more Imodium for my increasingly cranky gut.  I had been taking salt tabs every hour, I had had mucho electrolytes and fluids on the bike and about 200 cals/hr all tried and tested and to plan.

Anyway, my mood began to shift, the discomfort in my gut was relieved for a little while.  I was given a huge piece of ice at an aid station. I sucked it, rubbed it on my body, down my legs and sides, down my arms and over my face, I bit little pieces off and when it was small enough it put it down my top. (My gosh, that almost sound erotic - it quite possibly was!) By the time I was heading back along Alii Drive and saw my posse again, I was a different girl.

I got down to business, thinking, tidy posture, keep hydrated and wet.  I was sad to see a few girls in my AG glide by but just kept to my own race and reminded myself that a sub 11 hr race was my goal and that racing someone else's game was not smart. There were 2 more loo stops on the run course, the last being out on Energy Lab road with about 16k / 10miles to go.  After that I was feeling much better. I made it up out of the Energy Lab climb and headed for home gritting my teeth to hold on to that 4 hr marathon but intermittently smiling because I totally knew I was going to do it.

I was surprised to see another friend Liz cheering me on as I turned off the Queen K down Palani rd. Eek, that downhill was ugly, ouch, I felt like a robot, horrible form that I just could not fix at that point. I nearly cried when Simon told me I had a mile to go. A mile! Oh just make this OVER! Finally I entered the finish chute with an idiotic grin, feeling emotional, tired and proud. I punched the air 2 times as I crossed the finish line.

3:58:44

Total time: 10:56:31, 16/88 F45-49 

So much room for improvement!

A friend asked me that night if I was keen to do it again, it only took one sleep for that answer to go from no way to yeah, I need another crack at that.

I got to spend another couple of days with Dad before we took off to opposite sides of the earth again. I was glad we got to see the town transform back into the cute little town it is 51 weeks of the year.

Mahalo!

I am surrounded by really hard working and intelligent people, people who inspire me to push myself and to be humble. (Well, I try with the humble bit.) I don't know many people more hard working and intelligent than Simon, he blows me away with his own dedication and humility and I live my life struggling to keep up with him. He is my biggest fan and I would not be doing any of this without his support.

My race experience was made really special with the support and fun with Ben, Lillian, Dad, Mike, Jeff, Liz and and Simon. Oh guys, thanks a million.

The online messages and texts from my family, my INTENT team mates, and friends were wonderful!! Pre race pep talks from my very good friend Jeff kept me in check. Much love to everyone who was following my race online and cheering along at home

My coach Rick Schopp at INTENT is also one of those inspiring people, I have put myself into painville at his instruction so many times but I am still here, I am still keen and I am getting faster. He has shown me that the pain pays off. Sending me the Urban dictionary definition of whinge when I slightly lost my shit during my second last intense training week leading into Kona was just the kick in the pants I needed.  

(That sounds rough, he may have added a few additional kind words in there too.)

Much love to Alex and Theresa for taking great care of our boys while we were away.

Many thanks to the volunteers who gave their time and to the super cute little town of Kona for letting us take over!

Mahalo xo

Now I count down just a few weeks to Ironman Cozumel before we pack up and make the very exciting move to Denver, Colorado!  Two more years in the USA before we head back to Australia.

Pic credits: Thanks Ben, Lillian and Simon

[livethroughtthis]

Because I cut it dude since I can upload only 10 pics (✷‿✷)... She was a prostitute victim of sexual abuse that was just left there . The made up scenario was useful to compare how the public was shocked by fictional violence in TV while similar things happens in real life and no one is ready to talk about it. Again reading comprehension zero.

You don't legalise it but you decriminalise it which means the girls won't face any legal consequences whole the pimps, trafickers and costumers will. This will make it easier for the girls to ask for help while holding accountable the right people. No one wants to criminalise it for the girls no one wants to sent trafficking or just poverty victims to jail.

You guys want to legalise prostitution, legalised prostitution has been shown to have a link to a spike in sex trafficking... So you guys basically make the trafickers lives much easier congratulations.

Forced labour is bad we know but you guys don't see prostitution as forced labour you want to eliminate but as a normal good job isn't it the whole point of your movement ? So you can't compare it to sweatshops and forced labour when it profits your argument. if it's a normal good job no more exploitative that any other job under capitalism you have to compare it to waitressing, being an accountant, me when I used to do the just eat rider, and it's plainly ridiculous to put on the same level any of those to unwanted sex several times a day with men who compares you to "the loo" .

No you coundn't. I am the one who is comparing sex work to sweatshops and telling you both are horrible and have to go and as the children in the sweatshops are just victims so are the girls forced to do this. You are the one who is comparing it to driving a goddamn train which I don't care how many times you will phrase it in a slight different way is better than have unwanted sex several times each day even if you chose it at the beguinnig... Because, newsflash, many people regret it .

Unwanted sex, being the product, is the deepest violation of the body and the soul and, if you don't believe in souls, of your personal identity. I assure that my math teacher is happier then any sex worker. I talked with some sex workers throughout my life, actual ones not only fans girls, and none of them absolutely no one presented it to me as something else than a nightmare, all of them told me to stay the fuck out of it.

There’s this weird dissonance in swerf arguments where they not only say that sex work is worse than other work, despite both being equally inherently coercive and exploitative under the capitalist system (bc consent for sex matters more than consent for non sexual labor, right? Fuck off!) 

But also they then bring up pimping and human trafficking and like… hate to break it to you, but the main concern in children being abducted and trafficked to be forced into labor is not sex work, it’s nestle (and others like them). And until you’re ready to address the incredibly fucked things that happen to non sexual labor under capitalism, I really don’t think you’re actually equipped to criticise the problems with sex work in our society.