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Stargate Universe "Twin Destinies"

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Terrible Liar (Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: You were sparing with a coworker when he got a little rough, leaving you with a bruised cheek. You avoided Reacher for as long as you could but it didn’t last very long.

Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Reacher, soft!Reacher, and a little sub!Reacher 👀, sexual themes (riding, p in v penetration), MINORS DNI

Prompt credit @writing-with-emy : “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“He’s wound up tight again. This is our second missed bust and he’s starting to get a little angsty.” Neagley explains to you over the phone.

“He’ll catch on if we keep doing this, Neagley.” You tell her.

“Or maybe he already knows and doesn’t mind seeing your pretty face.” She jests and you grimace, staring at your reflection through the glass in your cubicle

“What just happened?” She asks. “What are you talking about, Corporal?” You fire back.

“You just made a face,” “And the how did you- I’m not going to ask. I was sparring with Tiago the other day and his elbow clipped my cheek.”

“Shit,”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. You’re not proud of it, but you’ve been avoiding Reacher for this very reason.

It doesn’t matter if you said it was an accident or not. If it was a man who did it, he would hold him responsible. Everything was black and white with him.

Your relationship with Reacher teeters between friends and.. something else.

Neither of you or him decided to put a label on it. But two things are known to everyone with eyes.

You don’t mess with the special investigators.

And if you touch Y/N, you’ll end up with a broken jaw.

“Well if anyone can keep him relaxed, it’s you.” “Come on, please.” She adds when you hesitate and you let out a groan of frustration.

“Fine,”

**

No one could miss the way Reacher’s shoulders relaxed when he walked back to his desk to find you sitting in his chair sipping on your milkshake.

Neagley and David found it particularly fascinating to see the hard, mountain of a man turn to mush at the mere sight of you.

“Isn’t it my favorite mountain man,” you tease, sliding the to go box from his favorite soul joint across the desk.

You place a brown bag on top of the to go container and a smile threatens to spread on Reacher’s face.

“Are those..?” He starts.

“Of course,” you take another sip of your milkshake and he digs into the bag, popping a hush puppy in his mouth with a satisfied hum.

“Is this to distract me from the fact that you’ve been avoiding me?” He starts, reaching back into the bag.

“I have not been avoiding you, Reacher.” “No?” “No,”

He stares at you for a moment and when you realize what he was doing, you set your milkshake down. Standing from the chair, you crossed your arms as you neared him.

Neagley and David watch the entire interaction like it’s their favorite sitcom. Which it is.

“You’re not trying to intimidating me like I’m one of your soldiers, are you Reacher?”

“Not at all,” he examines your features, his gaze falling to your bruising cheek that you covered with make up this morning.

“Please tell me you’re a better liar than this when you’re on missions,” you retort.

“I’m a better liar than you. That’s for sure.” “Do you really want to talk about who’s better?”

He reached back into the bag but you snatched the hush puppy out of his hands and took a bite out of it. He was shocked but not entirely surprised at the betrayal.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that the reason why you’re avoiding me has something to do with the make up on your face. Am I right?”

You finished the hush puppy and reached for your milkshake. “It’s just a scratch,” he finally pried out of you.

“From?” “Sparring with a friend,”

As amazing as the food smelled, it was long forgotten at his point. “Which friend?”

“Reacher,” “Answer the question,” he crosses his arms. “It was an accident,”

“No, the person was irresponsible when they weren’t practicing self control. It’s sparring, not boxing.” He seethes.

“He didn’t mean to. He apologized.”

His face hardens when you mention a him, although he suspected it was a man.

“I don’t care. I bet it was his idea, wasn’t it? To spar with you.” “Yes, but-” “Because he found you attractive and wanted an excuse to touch you,” he said matter of factly.

You were about to object but then you pondered about the past interactions you’ve had with Tiago.

You guess you could say that he’s been testing the waters with lingering touches and you subtly created distance between you.

You didn’t see Tiago as anything else besides a coworker honestly.

“You think so?”

“One hundred percent. In their eyes, you’re attractive and single so you’re considered free game.” He clarifies, clenching his jaw.

“That would be their mistake, wouldn’t it?” You state, causing him to look at you. He didn’t miss how your eyes drifted to his lips before returning to his eyes.

**

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He groans, his grip tightening on your hips as you bounced on his cock. His body twitched when you clenched around him hard.

Throwing your head back when the tip of his cock thrums over a gspot deep inside of you. His hands slide from your hips and wraps his arms around your chest to hold you in place when he drills into you from below.

You bounced quicker on him and a breath gets caught in his throat when he cums into the condom.

Your legs started to tremble when you slow your movements and rest your hands on his thick chest as you both tried to control your breathing.

Leaning up, he cupped the back of your head and pressed a messy kiss on your lips.

You lift your hips a bit and he slides out of you, not breaking the kiss just yet. He finally pulls away from you and takes off the condom before tossing it in your trash can in the bathroom.

“Well that was..” “Long overdue?” You finish and he chuckled before adding, “Definitely over due,”

You rolled on your back when you felt a cold air blowing from the vents. You snuggled deeper into the sheets but goosebumps still littered your skin.

“Cold already?” He states when he comes back into the bedroom to see you shivering under the covers.

“Don’t patronize me, mountain man.” You retort and he shakes his head at your antics.

He slides under the covers and wraps an arm over your frame to effortlessly pull you into his side.

You sigh when he rubs his warm hands over your smooth, bronze skin all the way to your ass.

“You’re really good at that you know,” “Mm, I know.” You smiled, relishing the moment his eyes rolled back when you first sank onto him.

“You’re really pretty when you do it too,” he brushes his nose against yours against yours.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Reacher.” You say against his lips, not wanting to kiss him just yet.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll gladly finish it.” He kisses you slow and passionately, his tongue smoothing over yours.

He cups your cheeks and you wince when his thumb grazes over the sensitive skin on your cheek.

“Sorry,” he apologizes when he pulls away from your face.

“It’s okay,” “No it’s not. Tell me who did this to you.”

“I’ll find out either way, Y/N.” He adds when you hesitate. “I’ll only tell you if you let me handle it first.”

“Fine,” “It was Tiago,” “That fucking prick,” he says lowly, gripping your thigh harshly.

“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” He attempts to negotiate. “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“Reacher,” you scold.

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

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mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

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mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

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[jensky2000]

In case you haven't heard, I started a new fanfic on AO3. It's a WIP. The first 5 chapters are posted. More to come in two weeks. (or less.) A wee peek below ⬇️ (Readers can attest. Nothing is what it seems in this story.)

"I Love Her First"

In a small three block radius in Glasgow, Scotland, Claire owns a flower shop and Jamie is a firefighter. Claire and Jamie are best friends and roommates. Claire is in a relationship with Frank. Jamie is happily single. Claire and Jamie's friendship is different than most, but it works for them. When things progress with her and Frank, Jamie has to admit to his real feelings before it's too late.

Chapter 1 "The Firefighter"

I set both slow cookers to low. It will be ready before dinner break with plenty of time to spare. I can see everything from the top floor of the firehouse. The sun is well over the horizon. The shops are open, and a few people meander along the street. Howie, Mr. Johnson’s son, parks in the fire lane in front of his father’s shop. He has been warned a dozen times for that. Agnes across the street waters her flower boxes. She lets them overflow while she waits to catch a glimpse of Mr. Johnson. Her neighbor will complain about the puddles on the sidewalk. It’s a very quiet and predictable neighborhood. Quiet is good and it has been all night. The rest of my crew are sleeping. I have an hour before dayshift shows up. I make myself comfortable on the couch and flip through the channels. My phone buzzes next to me. I tap on the screen. My roommate.

Claire: Sorry I used the last of the milk for my coffee. Could you maybe pick some up on your way home. Please. You know I hate shopping for food. Also Frank is picking me up at the shop for an early dinner before he leaves.

Jamie: I will pick up milk and anything else we need. Send me a list. Have fun with Frank.

Have fun with Frank. Frank and fun do not belong in the same sentence. She loves him. And she’s my best friend and roommate so of course I need to be supportive. Frank and Claire have been together since our final year at Uni. Frank is older. She met him at a party. Ironically the one party Claire went without me. I was on a date. If I was there, things would have played out differently. I would have steered Claire away from Frank. It’s not that I don’t like him. Not at all. He’s fine. He’s just Frank. She can do much better.

Claire: You’re the best. See you later.

Hm. I drop the phone next to me and find a mindless show to pass the time.

I must have dozed off because before I know it I hear the banging of the lockers downstairs. “Jamie, my boy. You’ve done it again. Smells incredible. What is it?” Dougal, the fire chief, deep voice echoes in the quiet lounge.

“My Ma’s beef stew. I may have tweaked the recipe. Threw in some extra spices.” I stretch and look at my watch. “In 7 hours turn the knob to ‘keep warm’. You’ll be all set to eat.”

He searches the counter. “Did you make the biscuits too?”

“Aye. They’re in the fridge with instructions.”

“Ah you’ve done good, kid. Now get out of here.” He pats me on the back. I take one step towards the door and the alarm blasts. Dougal rushes to his office. I follow him and lean against the door frame.

He looks up from the screen. “Fire at Sullivans Bakery. We got this. Go.”

“You sure?”

“Go. You need your sleep.” He waves me off. I grab my things and run down the back stairs to stay out of the way. The sirens blare loud enough to alert the whole neighborhood and surrounding ones too. I head in the direction of the flat that Claire and I have shared for the past four years. It’s three blocks from the firehouse. I stop at the corner store to pick up milk and a few other things. My phone buzzes. Another text from Claire reminding me to feed DB. Our cat. Claire named him David Beckham. I quickly shortened it to DB. I climb the stairs to our top floor flat and open the door. Immediately I feel stifled. Claire likes it a balmy 74 degrees year-round. I on the other hand prefer it frigid. I lower the temp and climb into bed with the tv remote..

Hours later, I wake to the sound of my alarm. The remote sits on the bed next to me. I was asleep before I even had a chance to watch the morning news. The tv hums quietly on the wall across from me. I scroll through the channels. Station after station no mention of the early morning fire at the bakery. It’s in the other direction of Claire’s flower shop so no worries there. I pick up my phone. A bunch of missed texts. Claire sent me a picture of a flower arrangement. She does that when she’s particularly proud of one. A text from Rupert going into great detail about the fire this morning. Electrical. Everyone is safe. That’s the important part. Another text from Chloe canceling our plans for tonight. Time to get up. I shower, throw on a t-shirt and gym shorts. DB naps comfortably on the windowsill. I order a pizza. Half pepperoni. Half plain.

I settle on the couch with the pizza on the coffee table and beer in my hand. The doorknob wiggles. Claire. She always has trouble with the lock. I hear voices. She didn’t bring Frank here, did she? She wouldn’t do that. Not since last time and that disaster. She pushes the door open and quickly closes it. She’s alone. I can relax.

She whispers, “Mrs. Cook is such a talker. I lied and said I wasn’t feeling well to get away.” She looks at the pizza then back to me. “Why are you here?”

“Pfft. Hello to you too, Claire.” I take a swig of beer and take in her outfit for the first time. Sleeveless, tight black dress emphasizing her generous curves, bare legs. I quickly focus on something else before she catches me.

She throws her bag on the counter. “Tsk. You’re cranky.”

“My date canceled.”

“What was her name again?”

I grunt. “Chloe.”

“Aw. Why did she cancel?” She sits next to me on the couch.

“She didn’t say. It was a second date. No big deal. I wasn’t that into her.”

“That’s right. She was the low talker. Played with her hair too much.”

“Mm hm.” I reach forward to take another slice of pepperoni and offer her a slice of plain. She takes it happily. Her tongue moistens her lips after the first bite. She groans and leans forward to see the top of the box. Her dress rides a little higher. Now I’m licking my lips. She hums, “Antonio’s. You went all out tonight.”

She settles in next to me. We sit shoulder to shoulder. “How’s Frank?” I ask because I should.

“Frank. He’s good.” She takes a bite and snuggles closer. I glance at the goosebumps on her thighs. The air is too cold. That will be the next thing she says. “What’s the temperature in here?”

“Don’t you worry about that.” I mumble and close the pizza box. I stretch my legs out on the coffee table, and she does the same. I follow the lines of her long legs. “Frank was ok with you wearing those?” I point to her strappy black stilettos.

“No. Of course he wasn’t. I was eyeball to eyeball with him. I might have been even a little taller. Whatever. They look cute with the dress.”

“Mm hm.” I agree and laugh at something on tv.

“Oh shit. I just remembered what I wanted to tell you!” She grabs my forearm. “Frank wants to get a tattoo. Can you believe it?”

“Uh no. Frank. Christ no. What and where?”

“The symbol for doctors. Whatever they call that…on his bicep. He’ll never go through with it.” She shrugs. “It’s a pity. I do think they’re sexy.”

“You do?”

“Oh yea. Major turn on.”

“Really? Do you think I should get one?”

She twists her body to face mine. “Hm. I think one right here would be hot.” She places her hand on my left pec and squeezes. “Your fire station number or truck. Flames. Or…” She traces a design with her fingertip. I grab her wrist and kiss the inside.

Her breath catches. “Jamie.”

“Claire.” I hold her gaze.

“What are you thinking?” She bats her lashes.

“I’m thinking my date cancelled. Frank’s gone. It’s still early.  I thought maybe we could…” I waggle my eyebrows.

She holds back a smile. “I mean we’ve already seen all the latest releases on Netflix.”

“True. And you’ve been stressed with work and such.” I toy with the hem of her skirt.

“It does relax me. Will you go down on me?”

“Aye. If you like…” My cock twitches.

“I like.” She giggles. I stretch my neck and ask for her mouth. She holds up her finger. “Ah ah. You know the rules. No kissing.”

“Claire.” She has all these stupid rules. No kissing. No sleeping in the same bed. Not during the day. She used to make me shut the lights too. I got that one overturned. I want to see her.

“Jamie.” She gives me a stern look.

“Fine. Take your panties off.”

She stands before me and raises her dress. Tiny black lace panties. A scrap of fabric. A thrill runs through me knowing Frank hadn’t a clue what his lass had on under her dress. But I do. Fuck I do. I salivate knowing what comes next. She pushes them over her hips. I slide to the floor and rest my head back on the cushions.

“Sit on my face, Claire.” My voice is hoarse with desire. She straddles me and lowers her body until she meets my mouth. I have the best view in Glasgow. No. The world. She holds onto the back of the couch and rides my face. I’m relentless. I want her to come and quick because I’m aching for my turn. I clasp onto her hips and double my efforts. She calls out. Nothing incoherent either. She’s very clear. My name followed by instructions. It’s a major turn on. I don’t care if the whole building can hear us. Yeah our neighbors suspect something. Frank doesn’t. That’s all the matters. Because if he found out I fuck his girlfriend, she would end this. And that cannot happen.

“Oh God, Jamie. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” She holds my head in place as she comes all over my chin. I lick up every last drop. She moans. “Christ. You’re so good at that….”

I pant, “Get down here and ride me.”

“Don’t you want me to return the favor?” She moistens her lips. I’m tempted. Very tempted.

“Next time. You’re tight and soaking wet. I want to be in you.” I push my gym shorts down. My cock springs free. “Get on.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Condom.” I open the coffee table drawer and she takes one out of the small box hidden in the back. We learned a long time ago to keep them close by. She rips the wrapper off with her teeth and covers my cock. She lowers herself down taking me whole. My head rolls back. I pull her dress off and undo her bra. She likes to stay covered. I’m not having it. I like her breasts bouncing in my face.

"Did you feed remember to feed DB?" She changes her angle. Christ.

I grunt. "Yes. I fed him."

"I'm worried about him. He's moving slower than normal." She pants as she picks up the pace.

"He seems fine to me."

“Jamie.”

“What?”

“I’m going to come again.” She bucks her hips furiously.

“Ok, so?”

“I didn’t want to catch you off guard. Then you’ll get excited and it will end too soon. You hate that.” She never stops riding me. We’ve gotten very good at having full conversations while fucking.

“I do. But contrary to what you think, I do know when you’re close. There’s no catching me off guard.”

“You know?”

“Aye. Your walls squeeze my cock so tight sometimes I think you are going to break it off.” I smirk. “There’s other signs too.”

“Like what?”

Careful. “Other stuff.”

“Tell me.”

“You make noises.” And your face has the sweetest, sexiest expression sometimes I think about it when I’m not with you, and I get hard.

“I do not.” She pouts. It’s too cute. I lift her up and slam her down. My balls are getting tight.

“Oh aye. And loud too.”

“Do I feel like I’m close now?”

“No. But I can make you.” I bite my lip and sit up straight until her legs spread wider. I take her nipple in my mouth and suck hard. She whimpers and her head rolls back. That’s it. There we go.

“Oh Jamie. Yes.”

“You’re tight and very close. Ride me and we’ll come together.” And she does. My balls ache. She’s going to have rug burn at this rate. “That’s it, lass.”

She frowns.

“I mean, Claire.” I give her a tight smile. She laughs. It does something. It vibrates through her. Through me. There we go. Her mouth pops open. I’m tempted to kiss her. As I always am. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s only natural. I slam her down one last time. We both call out. I can almost hear our neighbors cursing us out.

I rest my head on her shoulder while we catch our breath. She goes to pull away. I bite her. “Jamie! Let go.”

I release my grip. She stands and walks away still wearing her stilettos. I watch from the living room floor. She’s right. It’s never long enough and I hate it. She tosses me a box of tissues and a water bottle before she enters her bedroom. Minutes later I hear her shower running. I would join her if this was more than sex but it’s not.

[rebelliousstories]

Egg Nog

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Paul x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language, Non Descriptive Mention of Vomiting

Word Count: 1,173

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Someone really should have told Paul not to drink an entire thing of egg nog before deciding if he liked it or not.

“Why would you force me to do this?”

“I did not force you to do anything. You, on the other hand, told me you were a grown vampire and could do what you wanted when I told you to stop.”

“Not how I remember it.”

We may need to back up just a little bit.

//

What do you think of when you think Christmas treats? Candy canes? Sugar plums? Cranberries? Hot cocoa? What about egg nog?

It was Christmas time in Santa Carla, and the cave was decked out in holiday cheer. Everyone was enjoying the good times, and fun activities, even David. But that may have been partially due to the fact that they found him a black Santa hat to wear. Dwayne was helping Star put some last minute decorations on the tree, while Marko was decorating the rest of the cave and periodically gave his input on the main fixture. Laddie sat with her as they finished icing cookies to leave out for Santa soon, and Paul was… somewhere. Honestly, no one bothered keeping track of him anymore as they would have different answers every five minutes.

Everyone was having a great time, when Paul came bursting into the cave from above. His hair was wild, grin stretched ear to ear, and he held something in his hands. When he landed, he giggled and yelled as his excited energy got out of his body, only to be replenished by some unseen source.

“Oh boy! Babe, you’ve been hiding this away from me!” Paul yelled, getting closer to his girlfriend. She was now very confused and paused er decorations of the cookies to stare at her vampire lover with a quirked eyebrow.

“What are you talking about, Paulie?” He said nothing, but raised his hands high to show what was in them.

“Egg nog? That’s what this is about?” Her tone shifted as she shook her head at her lover’s antics. She returned to making the cookies with Laddie, who happily joined her, but the rest of the cave stared at the lion haired boy.

“Yeah! You never told me about this. You ever had it?” Paul bounced over to her and sat at her feet. She spared him no glance as they continued this strange conversation.

“Yes, I have, Paul. I don’t particularly care for it. It’s a very specific flavor.” This did nothing to deter the vampire on the floor, still clutching the jug of egg nog, only fuel him.

“More for me then.” He cracked it open, and went to chug it when her hand reached out and stopped him.

“Try a sip of it first to see if you like it, please. Better to do that then take a large swig.” She offered, looking her lover in the eye to try and get him to understand.

“Relax, girl. I’m a grown vampire, alright? I’ll be fine.” That was all he said before he pushed his girlfriend’s hand away, and chugged the bottle in his hands. She watched with an amused expression, as everyone else had stopped what they were doing to watch the vampire. Paul just kept going, and consumed the bottle in his hands. But amusement soon turned to horror as he finished the bottle. Paul was happy, for all of about five seconds, but then got an awful look on his face and rubbed his stomach. He did not feel terrible yet, but that would be soon changed. Everyone just watched as within a minute, Paul found himself deeply regretting the actions that led him to this point. His face scrunched up, and within that moment, he flew up and out of the cave towards the outside. When he was gone, David piped up.

“Well, I guess he found out how much he liked egg nog.” Everyone chuckled, and she walked after her lover. Climbing out of the cave, she saw his wild hair near the water, bent over with his hands on his knees. He was coughing, and spitting over the ocean, and just genuinely did not look good. She came up upon him, and rubbed between his shoulder blades, before taking a spare scrunchie, and pulling his hair up and out of the way, just in case.

“Why would you force me to do this?” He groaned out, barely glancing up at his lover before turning back to face the ocean below him.

“I did not force you to do anything. You, on the other hand, told me you were a grown vampire and could do what you wanted when I told you to stop.” She commented, continuing to rub soothing circles into his back.

“Not how I remember it.” She giggled as he tried to cough up whatever was stuck in his throat before he gave up and just sat there for a minute more.

“Oh? And how do you remember it, Paulie?” Now, the vampire had stood back up, but quickly sat down out of the way of the water to recover more.

“You held me down and forced me to drink that entire jug. I had to do it, otherwise you’d hurt my husband and children.” Paul’s voice was rough, and slightly dazed.

“Oh, your husband and children. Right, I totally threatened them.” She brushed the remaining hairs from his face; she continued to support him through the recovery.

“Yeah. My husband and children. Which, honestly, the fact that you would go so far as to threaten the children. That’s low. But I did it anyways. Cause I’m a devoted wife and mother.” His mini monologue was cut short by his lover bursting out into laughter. Paul cut his eyes over at her and could not help the smile that came across his face.

“Hey! Don’t laugh. I’m the best damn wife and mother that ever wifed and mothered.” This did nothing but spur her further into her laughing fit, which eventually pulled Paul into it as well. But that was all cut short when he tried to kiss her to make her stop. However, a hand denied him a kiss, to which he pouted about.

“Sorry, lover boy. No kisses till you brush your teeth. I love you, but that’s a hard no from me.” Begrudgingly, Paul got up, and picked up his lover to fly them back down into the cave. Everything was right back to being in full swing when they got back down, and they made their way into her nest where a bottle of water, toothbrush, and toothpaste awaited the male vampire. He pouted the entire time he was forced to brush his teeth, but was made happy when he could finally get his kiss.

Making their way back into the main part of the cave, Paul hissed and scurried away from the now empty container of egg nog. His lover laughed and they went back to do what they were doing previously. It was safe to say that he would not be drinking the concoction at any point soon. Paul had thoroughly traumatized himself.

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 43

It was just over halfway through the summer holidays, Claire and Loki had taken to living together like a duck to water. It was like they’d lived together for years, everything just flowed so well and they just knew it was meant to be.

Bat seemed ecstatic having Claire around all the time too, because of course having two human slaves to feed you and pet you all the time was much better than just one.

‘When is your dad coming to collect Bat?’ Claire called through the house to Loki as she snuggled said cat, before heading through to the front door to put on her jacket.

‘After he finishes work this afternoon. So she won’t be on her own for too long.’ Loki said as he brought their suitcase down the stairs.

He then headed through to say goodbye to Bat. Telling her that her grandpa would be along to collect her later.

Just as Loki joined Claire back at the front door, they heard beeping from outside.

‘That’s our ride.’ Loki said as he grabbed their case and opened the door for Claire.

They stepped outside and Claire waved at the group that was in the minivan. She was shocked to see Chris was driving.

‘Chris is driving?’

‘Yeah, one of his mates owns the minivan company, so he gets it for free as long as we pay for fuel and any issues we cause, of course.’ Loki said with a sigh as they made their way down the path.

‘You’re still not happy about going with him, are you?’ Claire said knowingly.

‘Nope. It will be fine once we are there, he’s staying in the glamping area. Says that camping in a tent is beneath him.’ Loki rolled his eyes.

‘Ah well, probably a good thing.’ Claire laughed. ‘I’m still surprised he’s joining us.’

‘The only reason he’s going is because his band is playing at the festival.’ Loki said.

‘His band?’ Claire raised an eyebrow at Loki.

‘Yeah, he sings in a band in his spare time. Not that he has much spare time. Just a hobby more than anything.’ Loki shrugged.

When Claire and Loki got on the bus, they both laughed as drinks were already on the go. David tossed a can of beer at Loki and Jessica patted the empty seat next to her for Claire, thrusting a can of a blue lagoon cocktail into her hands before her bum had even hit the seat.

‘Let’s go! Get this party started!’ David cheered as he leaned forward and patted Chris’ shoulder.

Chris shook his head in response as he pulled out onto the street. Michael was sitting up front with Chris, though he had a can of beer too.

Loki sat next to David. Jessica and Claire were opposite them, then Matt, Hannibal and Spencer were in the back row along with Hannibal’s partner, Will. Claire had only met him once before, but he was really nice.

‘No need to guess that Severus isn’t joining us?’ Claire asked as she opened her cocktail.

‘Nope. He never does.’ Hannibal drawled.

‘I think he’s spending three weeks at the cabin by the woods we went to during Easter. Think he liked the idea of fooling around in the woods.’ Loki laughed.

‘Typical.’ Matt chuckled.

Micheal was in charge of the music on the drive there, though he was pretty good at his choices. Along with the early drinking of alcohol, it got everyone all hyped up and excited for the three-day festival.

Claire was surprised to see that even Chris looked to be enjoying himself, as much as he could anyway since he was the driver. Though he did join in with some of the karaoke that was going on and seemed amused at the antics of the others.

During the drive there, Claire noticed that Jessica kept glancing round at Spencer quite often, even when neither of them were speaking. She noticed that Jessica seemed to have a rather goofy smile on her face when she did look at him.

‘Is there something going on between you two?’ Claire whispered to her.

‘Whatever do you mean?’ Jessica asked, trying to act casual.

Claire gave her a look. Jessica then caved instantly.

‘Ok, ok… So, we are kind of a thing. Though aren’t really telling people just yet.’ She whispered to Claire.

‘Oh my god, that’s so exciting! So happy for you!’ Claire had to contain her excitement.

‘Thanks. I really like him. We had a one-night stand about a month ago, then we met for lunch and it’s just gone from there.’ Jessica said with a dreamy smile on her face.

‘Does he know about vampires?’ Claire asked quietly.

‘No, not yet. I’m waiting for the right moment to tell him.’ Jessica replied.

‘Good idea. I have a feeling he will be cool with it though, he seems the easy-going type.’ Claire smiled.

‘Yeah, I think so too.’ Jessica said hopefully.

When they arrived at the festival, Chris headed off on his own to his ‘glamping’, while the others continued on to find somewhere to pitch their tents.

‘At least there’s a group of us, we will be safer.’ Matt commented as they passed by a lot of rowdy drunks already.

‘And don’t worry ladies, plenty of men here to look out for you.’ Spencer said playfully and looked at Jessica, who blushed a little bit.

‘I think it would be Jessica protecting him more than the other way around.’ Claire said quietly to Loki and winked at him, making him chuckle as he draped his arm around her shoulder.

They found a decent spot not too far from the entrance to the arenas, but also not too close to the main walkways so they were nearer the fence-line, where it would be a bit quieter and away from main traffic.

Loki and Claire were obviously sharing a tent, so was Hannibal and Will. Everyone was a little surprised when they realised that Jessica and Spencer were sharing one. So they had to tell everyone that they were dating. Claire was glad it was out in the open as she didn’t think she’d be able to keep it a secret once they had more drinks.

David, Michael and Matt had decided to share a tent as David had a large one with three separate sections.

‘No, that doesn’t go in there.’ Claire argued with Loki while they fought with their tent.

‘I told you we should have just gotten a pop-up tent.’ Loki huffed as he tried to read the instructions again.

‘That would be cheating though. Putting up the tent is half the fun.’ Claire teased.

‘Yeah, this is a bundle of fun.’ Loki huffed as he tried turning the instructions sideways to make more sense of it.

He let out a small yelp as Claire whacked his ass with one of the tent poles.

‘Oh, that’s how you want to play, is it?’ He growled and launched for her. Claire let out a squeal as she ran away, but Loki didn’t let her get far before he grabbed her and playfully bit at her neck, making her laugh and squeal some more.

After a little bit of teasing and fooling around, they eventually got the tent up properly. Then it was the task of blowing up the bed. They had a foot pump, so took turns doing it.

‘Is this even going up?’ Claire asked.

‘It is… slowly… very, slowly.’ Loki said after peering at it from a few angles to check it was actually working properly.

‘I feel like I’ve been pumping for hours.’ She sighed.

‘I know what you can pump for hours instead if you like.’ Loki said suggestively with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

‘Calm those eyebrows down, vampy.’ Claire giggled.

Eventually though, they got their bed blown up.

‘You better not pierce it with your fangs, or you’ll be sleeping outside on the grass.’ Claire warned Loki as she sat down on the bed to test it.

Loki laughed wickedly and tackled her down on her back, she laughed as he slid his hands under her top at her back and began tickling her. They rolled around for a little while, she tried to escape his long teasing fingers, but he didn’t relent until David shouted at them from outside.

‘Tents aren’t soundproof guys, we don’t want to be hearing any mischievous business going on. Or you better buy us all damn good ear plugs.’  

That made Claire laugh even more and Loki too, he relented his attack on her. ‘I’ll get you later.’ He growled at her and kissed her on the lips.

‘Mmm, that better be a promise.’ She grinned at him.

Once the group was all happy with their tents, they set up some chairs in the middle and had a couple of drinks before going into the festival arena area. There were some bands playing that night, though the main ones were on tomorrow and the following day.

They ended up meeting with Chris, Loki wasn’t overly fussed as he’d had a good few drinks so was feeling pleasantly tipsy and didn’t really care anymore that he was around. Since he seemed to be behaving, too.

There was a band playing on one of the smaller stages in a tent arena, so the group went along there and hung about at the back to enjoy the music and drinks.

At one point, Claire went up to the bar to get a few more cocktails for herself and Jessica, they were both getting through their drinks pretty fast compared to the guys. When she was waiting for her turn, a guy went up to her and she just had a feeling that he was a vampire.

‘Hello there lovely. Can I get these drinks for you…’ He trailed off once he got closer to her and she noticed his nostrils flare slightly, then he looked sheepish and stepped back. ‘Sorry. I understand you’re with someone. Enjoy the festival.’ He said politely with a nod and then walked away, with Claire not even saying a word.

When she got back to the group, she handed Jessica her drink then went to Loki’s side. ‘The whole being claimed by a vampire really does work for most vampires, huh?’

Loki raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Someone hit on you?’

‘A vampire was about to, but then he must’ve smelt you on me or something as he quickly apologised.’ Claire said in surprise.

Loki’s body relaxed instantly. ‘That’s how it’s supposed to work, and usually does with mature vampires. It’s the younger ones you sometimes need to watch if they aren’t respectful.’ Loki put his arm around her waist and tugged her in close.

Claire smiled goofily. She had a feeling telling Loki about that would get him all protective, even though he already did his job of protecting her just by having her claimed.

Chris was slightly to the side of the group, even though he was sort of conversing with David and Michael, he was also watching the couples of the group. He noticed the way Claire was clinging to Loki, also Hannibal and Will were pretty touchy feely for being in public. Even Jessica and Spencer were pretty close, the way she looked at him with adoration in her eyes…

He had a weird feeling in his stomach, though tried to push it to the side. But after a little while, he ended up leaving the group to see if he could find a woman that was drunk enough to lure back to his glamping tent for the night. For a warm body in his bed, more than a feed… Though he would be kidding himself if he said he wasn’t going to feed from her too.

Later into the night, the group were all pretty hammered and right in amongst everyone else, jumping and dancing along with the crowd of people. When the music finished, it was just before two in the morning.

They made their way back to their tents and Claire was so drunk she couldn’t even see properly where she was going, Loki had to guide her back, even though he was far gone too.

When they got into their tent, Claire didn’t even take off her clothes, she just fell onto the bed and passed out instantly. Loki was able to take off his shirt but that was as far as he got, he collapsed next to her with his arm draped over her. He was able to pull their large double sleeping bag over them, which would do for tonight.

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The following morning, Chris woke up and noticed the girl he’d found last night was still in the bed next to him. He had indeed fed from her too, though he decided not to kill this time and just make her forget about the feeding part of the night.

He figured since she was a reasonably good fuck, he might find her again before the weekend was out. Even if he did feel like she didn’t satisfy him quite as he had hoped. He wasn’t sure what was going on lately with him, but any girl he fooled around with just didn’t satisfy him in the same way as usual. It was like there was a deeper itch within him that couldn’t quite be scratched.

Deciding to leave her there, he went to one of the nearest food stalls for breakfast and decided to order enough for the group. He went into the tent area B where Matt told him they were pitched in, and it didn’t take him long to sniff them all out.

‘Well, well, well. Aren’t you all quite the sight for sore eyes.’ Chris chuckled.

They were all in the middle of their tents, looking so rough. Claire, Jessica and Hannibal were lying on the grass, still in the same clothes from last night and they looked like death. The three of them had spent a while in the porta potties earlier puking. Michael and Matt were sitting crossed legged on the grass, with their heads hanging down and sunglasses on as they had banging headaches. Will, David, Spencer and Loki were sitting on chairs with big glasses of water, looking rough too.

‘I’ve brought some bacon butties for everyone.’ Chris said as he placed the bag down on the camping table.

Claire had never moved so fast in her life as she shot up and crawled like the girl from the ring across the grass to grab one. Loki didn’t have the energy to laugh, no matter how amusing he found it.

‘What’s gotten into you, being so kind?’ Loki commented as he eventually reached out for a butty.

‘It would be a shame if you were all to miss my band’s set. We’re on in four hours, so I suggest you all get washed up and drink more water.’ He commented with a little smirk, glancing once more at the sight before heading away.

Claire didn’t care what his intentions were, heck, even if a complete stranger had offered her some good greasy food right now, she would’ve bitten their hand off for it. It was just what she needed, she felt so much better after it.

‘I really wish we had showers.’ She groaned as she sat back against Loki’s legs.

‘Baby wipes it will have to be, love.’ Loki said regretfully as he slid his fingers through her hair, making her moan a little as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his gentle touch.

‘I hope you brought plenty of packs.’ She mumbled to him.

‘I thought you packed them?’ Loki asked, his fingers paused in her hair.

Claire’s eyes shot open and she tilted her head right back to look at him. ‘Please tell me you’re just joking…’

Though she could tell by the look of horror on Loki’s face that he wasn’t.

[notmorbid]

miss subways.

dialogue prompts from miss subways: a novel by david duchovny.

every day here is like a new stanford experiment.

my inner judge never has rehabilitation in mind.

if i'm not busy learning or being born, i'm busy dying.

you want me here, but then you want to ignore me.

one step forward, one half-step back.

i like the phrase 'making love'.

fuck you, asshole.

to the victors go the nomenclature.

gods are immortal, so they're patient.

not even i can stomach scientology.

what is the sound of one hand clapping?

i don't want to be famous. i don't have the clothes for it.

my identity can't be longer than a tweet.

i saw an opening. i decided to be the bad guy.

you're not going to start biting the heads off live bats, are you?

it's true, then. you can't take it with you.

you worried so hard for so long.

i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.

you called me? what are you, 103 years old?

jesus would not go to nobu.

i don't mind you thinking outside the box. i mind you thinking outside of my box.

either lie down completely or stand the fuck up. it's gonna kill you in the middle.

you sound like oprah, except mean.

i want to live my life, not document it on instagram.

you lie to yourself and you lie to me.

to save something, something must be sacrificed. that's the way it goes.

we can't police our dreams. don't judge.

it felt like a death.

if i own something long enough, i start ascribing feelings to it.

that billy shakespeare, he got everywhere first.

i'm a reader, not a writer.

come on, let's get you cleaned up.

did i call you last night?

i was a different person with a different life. i've never had a dream like that.

there's nothing more boring than listening to somebody else's dream.

i can be a good shrink or a good friend. not both. choose.

i can't remember the last time i got laid.

don't be such a pussy.

i feel like i'm coming up short.

this is no time to come out of the closet.

was i a disappointment to you?

i like seeing things the way i do.

which version is the real you?

don't worry. there won't be a quiz.

the future is as random and fated as the past.

so much of life necessitates looking away.

have you been crying?

you forgot your trigger warning.

what i want has very little to do with anything.

spare me the faux shame.

when do the exceptions just pile up and make a new rule?

i like structure. i like to know i've done my homework.

i have to go to confession.

i don't know what to pray for.

the prayer is the god.

you stabbed a priest?

i need to change the past.

i'm losing you to that place you go.

shut the front door!

what would the perfect life look like?

you have the coolest, most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.

sing you to sleep? i don't really know any songs.

you don't know any songs? that's not possible.

i think i've always wanted to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

you seem too smart to be an actor.

little lies make bigger lies possible.

there's something you're not saying.

there's a lot i'm not saying. i'm sure there's a lot you're not saying, too.

take the reins. write your own story.

i'm sorry you heard that.

i screwed up. you're not gonna love me anymore.

we all know better, but we're human. we screw up.

how do we know our character unless we step outside it and look its way, now and then?

is it my business? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

i feel tall enough to ride this rollercoaster.

maybe you don't see yourself the way i see you.

you understand fine. you're just too nervous to comprehend.

people fall in love in difficult circumstances. most songs are about it.

let's agree on a moratorium on questions like "how did you know?".

well, stop guessing. start knowing.

just because i'm funny doesn't mean i'm not lethal.

you're already in the game. you have no choice but to play on.

don't tell me what i want. don't put words in my mouth.

where has playing by the rules gotten you?

maybe you have more power than you think you do.

one of the lies we tell children is that reason will get them through this life.

in order to love, you have to know what death is.

as first kisses go, i've had worse.

there's such a thing as too much history.

i want to be with you, but not like this.

i'm quite forgettable. that's like, the most memorable thing about me.

do you actually believe in past lives?

this conversation requires more wine than i currently have.

is there something else you'd like to ask? i get the feeling there is.

[squadxx4392]

Jegulus as angsty song lyrics (from previous list posted)

(If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels)

James : I know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine

Regulus : Think I figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out

(Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya)

James : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied

Regulus : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, but I can't have you, we're bound to break and my hands are tied

(when the party's over by Billie Eilish)

James : Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin', but nothin' ever stops you leavin', quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Regulus : But nothin' is better sometimes, once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go, let me let you go

(Daylight by David Kushner)

James : Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Regulus : Tellin' myself it's the last time, can you spare any mercy that you might find, if I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try, try to follow your light, but it's night time, please, don't leave me in the end

(Astronomy by Conan Gray)

James : We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from Saturn to Mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

Regulus : We're two worlds apart, stop trying to keep us alive, you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died, stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died

(Bubblegum by Clairo)

James : Sorry I didn't kiss you, but it's obvious I wanted to, bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse, but my luck couldn't get any worse

Regulus : You look so nice in your shirt, it's sad because it just hurts, I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?

(Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens)

James : The evil it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly, what could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

Regulus : The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it all right, my dragonfly?, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light, well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

(Heather by Conan Gray)

James : I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you

Regulus : But I watch your eyes as she, walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die

(I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry)

James : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you

Regulus : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, you took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony

(lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid)

James : Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years, ned a place to hide, but I can't find one near, wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Regulus : Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin to bone, hello, welcome home

(Train Wreck by James Arthur)

James : Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck

Regulus : Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

(Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan)

James : But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, something in the orange tells me we're not done

Regulus : To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am, where the hell am I supposed to go? I poisoned myself again, something in the orange tells me you're never coming home

(Two Birds by Regina Spektor)

James : Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh), one says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired", the sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh), one more or one less, nobody's worried

Regulus : Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other watches him close from that wire, he says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

(Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin)

James : Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and I know that it's only a wish, and that we're not standing by the water fountain

Regulus : Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen, and that she should be with me by the water fountain

[tensecondstomidnight]

onto Up to Bat!

this chapter actually starts out pretty pleasantly! mike and lucy have casual banter about how school's been lately, they talk about sports, lucy is weirdly quirky with her violence...

...and all in all, they actually seem like friends here! isn't that nice?

anyway, they get so into their conversation that mike accidentally follows lucy into the girl's locker room.

every guy in this comic is basically just paulo lite at the start.

after a bit of sexual harassment from david (it's not funny enough to screenshot, sorry) we get this cute little scene where daisy is impressed by paulo's badassery. planting seeds, perhaps? david sure seems grouchy on this page.

daisy and katie are both struck out by paulo, but then yashy goes up for some reason? apparently, she's too subhuman to go to school, but just subhuman enough to be fodder on a baseball team.

this is more condensed violence than we've seen for most of bcb so far! turns out paulo deserves it though, because he's got *gasp* BALLS IN HIS POCKET!!!

i feel like they could've noticed that he was pulling out spare balls, though. i mean, didn't they see where the other ones landed?

Oh My God Fine Fucking Parasite

i need to post this whole sequence again, because it's just so funny to me.

i love the way they drag her offscreen and then she just appears again without any panel in between. this is such perfect comedic timing. i wish this was still canon so we could have some weird dynamic where paulo's scared of her.

see, like that! sadly, up to bat is pretty inconsequential. oh well!

only one more thing to read until we finally get back to the main comic- it's Chirpy's Introduction, the beta version of Flying Lessons! see you then!

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

as long as you’re with me (you’ll be just fine)

Ao3 | 889 words | Babe’s POV

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You blew a tire on your way home from work. That would not have usually been an issue. Not really, given that you’d known how to change a tire since you were fourteen at your father’s insistence. It wouldn’t have been an issue except for the fact that once you got the blown tire off and the new one on, you realized that your spare was flat as well. That one was your fault. You should have been checking that thing. Even that wouldn’t have been a problem seeing as your commute was perhaps an hour on foot and you were already half way there. Any other day you would have just walked home. But it was nearing dark and you had about three miles of forest on either side of you.

Which wouldn’t usually be a problem. You could call Ash and he would come and get you.

Except he’d taken point on one of David’s security joints this week to give him a night off.

Well, you knew one person who could come and get you.

You spent about twenty minutes sitting in your idling car before you worked up the nerve to call David.

“What’s wrong?” Was the first thing out of his mouth. You could hear the alarm in his voice. You supposed that it was rare for you to call instead of text, and even rarer for you to reach out instead of Asher. You and David were friends, you supposed. He was often the other voice of reason when you two were trapped in a room with Asher and David’s mate, but you didn’t have much of a connection outside of Asher.

“Hey,” you sighed. “Sorry to call on your night off.”

“What’s wrong?” He repeated, more demanding. You forgot that David was a pretty intimidating guy most of the time.

“Nothing.” You said quickly. “Nothing I just-“ you blew your air out of your nose. “I popped my tire. My spare is flat.”

“And the walk back to yours is mostly woods.” David filled in.

“And it’s dark.” You nodded. “It’s okay, really, I can walk. I just figured I should let you know where I am since-“

“You are not walking.” You heard David stand up, the jingle of keys.

“It’s really okay. There’s not much out here.”

“Woods are woods.” David said. “There are bears in Dahlia. And all manner of other things that could hurt you. Besides, we have a rogue vampire that we’re trying to be careful of. You are not walking home alone after dark.”

“I’m sorry.” You said immediately, dipping your head as you heard David’s heavy truck door on the other end of the line.

“Don’t be.” He grumbled. “Send me your location. I’ll be there soon. Don’t get out of your car.”

And he hung up. And you deeply regretted not just sucking it up and walking home. David didn’t scare you, but disappointing people did. The last thing you wanted was for Asher’s alpha to be angry with you, to be pulled away on his night off to come and pick you up because you didn’t check your fucking spare as often as you should have.

You were still in that downward spiral when you heard the rumble of David’s truck pulling towards you on the road. You stepped out of your sedan, waving meekly as he threw his truck into park and started making his way towards you.

He was moving quickly. There was a panicked nature to his movements. You could see the crease between his eyebrows, the way his face twisted up with something sour.

“Hey,” you said softly, “I’m sorry about all of this.”

David moved closer than you had expected, crowded into your space. His big hands landed heavily on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked. His voice was quiet but deep, filled with something heavy you couldn’t name.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, just…” you waved generally towards your car. David nodded and let out a heavy breath.

You’d seen the wolves in Asher’s pack do it a hundred times before. It was a sign of affection, of love, and one of possession, you supposed. Wolves were like that. They liked to express to themselves and everybody around them what was theirs. David and Asher did it every time they greeted each other. You had to admit, as a possessive person yourself, you were surprised the first time you saw it. When David curled his fingers through the hair at the base of Asher’s neck, pulled him close, and pressed their foreheads together. It felt intimate, deeply symbolic. It meant pack. It meant family. Asher said it lit up his core, told the wolf in him that his pack, his family, was there, was safe.

David curled his fingers through the hair at the base of your neck, pulled you in, and pressed your foreheads together. You let out a surprised puff of air, listened to David take a slow, steadying breath.

You didn’t have magic, but something in your gut uncoiled and relaxed as David squeezed the nape of your neck.

Something slotted into place for you as he pulled away and guided you towards the passenger seat of his truck before doubling back for your briefcase.

David wasn’t just Asher’s alpha. He was yours too.

[oceangirl24]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

To my readers, followers, and mutuals: I hope this holiday season brings you joy and hope for the new year. I appreciate and love you all.

To the DCU and other fandom people who have been following me suddenly; I sincerely wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday season as well. I hope it's a time of peace and rest.

Once the stockings were hung by the fireplace with great care, Audrey requested that they get ready for the movie they were going to watch and for the picture she wanted to take.

Jon closed his eyes and groaned. "Please don't make me do this, Audrey."

"Oh, come on, Jon," she said pushing out her bottom lip. "What's the big deal?"

"I don't do the match-y, match-y stuff. Especially in pajamas. It's not my thing."

"It just for one night."

"No."

"It's just Shawn and me. Nobody else is going to see you."

He hated that look she was giving him: that wide-eyed, innocent, pouty lip look.

"Fine," he grumbled shoving his hands into his pockets.

Shawn returned from his bedroom wearing red and white striped pajamas that looked like a loose-fitting version of the tights he was wearing earlier. Audrey grinned happily that he was going along with her small request, then asked him to set up the camera and tripod for her.

Jon was taking an extraordinarily long time to rejoin them. So long that Audrey sent Shawn to get him when he was done with the camera.

"What's takin' so long?" Shawn yelled as he stuck his head into the spare bedroom.

Jon was just inside the door of the room when the teen shouted. "Shawn! I'm right in front of you. You don't gotta yell."

Shawn took a step into the room just as Jon took a step out and they slammed into each other then did an awkward dance that resulted in them ending up fully in the bedroom.

"What is with you?" Jon snapped grouchily trying to push his way past his charge. "Could you give me some space, huh?"

The teen didn't hear him. He was looking at what he was wearing. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. Jon's attire was identical to what he and Audrey were wearing. But the outfit looked much different than it did on her. The candy-striped pajamas suddenly brought to mind one thing.

"You remind me of the babe," he said in a sing-song voice.

Jon set his jaw at an angle. He knew exactly what was being referenced and he didn't appreciate it.

"Shawn." He warned him in a menacing tone.

"What babe?" the teen responded. The Joker grin was back.

"Hunter." Audrey was in earshot now. He saw her walk past the door. She might have picked the outfits out for them, but surely, she had no idea what they'd look like on someone over the age of five.

"The babe with the power." Shawn's singing was getting louder.

Jon hated that movie.

"What power?" Shawn crooned through laughter.

"I'm tellin' you to shut up!"

Shawn fell on the bed holding his stomach and laughing as his teacher slammed the door to the closet. The sound made him quiet suddenly as he realized that Jon was more upset about how he would look to Audrey than his teasing.

He tried to reassure his caretaker. "C'mon, Jon. Audrey and I look like Toby, too. Could be worse. We could all be dressed like Jareth!"

The thought of the David Bowie character sent him into another fit of laughter and it was all he could do to drag himself out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Not long after Jon, looking more comfortable but still annoyed, joined them.

"Jon?!" Audrey exclaimed in disappointment when she saw him. Her hands went to her hips, and she gave him an exasperated look. "Jeans? Really?"

"I will wear the top, Aud. I will not wear the bottoms." He shot Shawn a dirty look. "You can ask the little goblin why."

"We got him the wrong thing for Christmas, Mama," Shawn shot back even though he was impressed with the goblin reference. "We shoulda got him a sense of humor."

Audrey ignored him. "Jon, please."

He did not like to say no to her, but he did not want Shawn to start singing songs from Labyrinth in front of her, either. So, he stuck with his pride and said no.

"Fine," she said rolling her eyes. "I was going to have you front and center for this photo, but not anymore. You can stand behind us and we'll," she paused and wrinkled her nose, "hide your lack of Christmas spirit."

Jon shrugged and let her pose him as she wanted. She pushed her bottom lip out in a last attempt to get him to change. He leaned down until his nose was pressed against hers.

"No."

- Christmas to Last a Lifetime: Winter Wonderland II 

[eatyourdamnpears]

rate every relevant tlou and tlou 2 character based on vibes/10

Joel: 8/10 he’d scare me but also father

Ellie in the first game: 10/10 I loved her ass

Tess: 9/10 she’d also scare me but she’s also hot and sometimes maternal so I’d really like her

Marlene: 7/10 I actually really like Marlene for some reason. I can’t hate her

Riley: 4/10 I don’t like her. there’s no good reason for me to dislike her. I just don’t

Bill: 3/10 (in the game) he’s an asshole

Frank: 6/10 in the show because we never met Frank in the game, but his suicide note in the game was brutal so I guess 1/10 for Game Frank

Sam: 5/10 in the game, 8/10 in the show. he was kind of annoying in the game, but in the show he’s baby and I love him

Henry: 5/10. he’s hot but he just wasn’t it

Tommy: 7/10, he was annoying (mostly in the second game) but he’s also really comforting to me so I can’t hate him. Show Tommy is a 5/10, I still can’t get over why he ditched Joel and Sarah in the first episode because it was so fucking stupid compared to the game

Maria: 3/10 in the game, 6/10 in the show. she was nag in the game and I wasn’t a fan of hers

Dr. Jerry: 2/10 fuck this man, but I really like his voice so idk

Abby: 3/10 is a generous rating. I’m giving it to her because her voice and character model are fine as hell

Owen: 4/10 I don’t know enough about him to give him a high or low rating. all I know is that he cheated on his girlfriend with his ex and went in raw which like, gross, but he also advocated to spare Ellie and Tommy and to ease up while killing Joel, so I’ll give him that

Mel: 3/10, I don’t know her well enough either, but she seemed annoying

David: 0/10, fuck pedophiles

Dina: 6/10, I don’t really vibe with her, but man, I wish I could. she’s hot and nice

Jesse: 10/10 loyal boy. I love him

Sarah: 9/10 in the game, 5/10 in the show. Game Sarah was baby girl. Show Sarah kept making really dumb decisions and I just didn’t vibe with her. I know she didn’t know what was going on, but like, some of it was just a lack of common sense. Tommy also had this issue during the outbreak in the show

everyone else I either couldn’t think of or never got to in the second game (like Lev)

[meera000]

Ok recapppp of my morning ..long post so buckle up or scroll

had a saturday morning to myself. 3 pics: spread from a book on Sophie Calle that inspired me, the issey top and comme skirt that i got and will wear for grad and everyday (my two favorite designers! felt like i had manifested these pieces especially as i had been looking for a black comme skirt with ample volume), and the vivienne shirt i did not buy but i love the cozy graphic <3.

Last night i burned out. the week was too intense with finals and a long set day and unprecedented feelings and no time alone except for sleeping and driving. i split off from my friends in favor of going home and crying over things i need to unlearn. it felt good though-- it had to happen. i have been crying more than usual which is fine. at least i am able to feel, that's a big improvement from last year when i shut myself off.

THAT BEING SAID i still socialized a little today. i've been enjoying talking to strangers (on set wednesday i was helping the 20 models get dressed and adjusting the looks we had pulled for them. most of them were modeling for the first time. i enjoyed talking to them, spread out over the course of 10 hours. exhausting but rewarding. i knew all their names but they had no idea who i was. I like that a lot). today i came across a porch sale that two sisters were holding. one of them is a writer and she's moving to LA soon. she complimented my miffy sweatshirt and we discussed how much we love miffy and want to live in her world. judging by everything she was getting rid of, i knew we could be friends if she wasn't moving away. got a book each for 2 of my friends, as well as a spare piece of fabric with dogs on it. i think the dogs are kissing? awesome

also went to the harvard bookstore after getting my homework done in my favorite coffee shop. picked up three books: Communion by bell hooks, Funny Weather by Olivia Laing, and Ametora: How Japan Saved American Style by W. David Marx. all of these have been on my list for a sec, and are on deck once i finish Charlie Porter's What Artists Wear. i've got a frequent buyer card there sooo hopefully i get some points haha

[boutny]

Portland to Brightlingsea with DavidP, Feb 2024 - a destination moment of sorts

Bounty has a new main mast, as from today, August 12th 2024. Goodness... however did it take almost a whole year to get that done?

The story of the mast-stepping, yesterday and today - a story of 3rd time lucky and definitely one for the theme of this blog, of learning-just-in-time ... will come in the second half of this post. I realise that I have not told the story of the passage from Portland to Brightlingsea, this February, with DavidP for crew. (Have I failed to log it because it was relatively free of lessons? ... well, there is one important one, about David getting cold. But that too is for a bit later, though as a teaser you can have the picture of our 2nd dawn, just offshore Broadstairs.

A weekend in February finally came that had good winds from a generally North Westerly quadrant and when my diary was clear. It would be cold but good. David had been in touch around the New Year. We had met at last year's Hui in Devoran and he had enjoyed a sail on Boutny. He wrote to wish in the New Year and added that he'd be very happy to crew again. I told him the plan, and he was eager to join. We had one false start - a weekend with Sibby turned out to be a priority - and again more waiting for weather.

Our track in red - at least for the time I had Qtvlm on. The squiggle on the Eastern tip of the Isle of Wight represents a night with the tide against us

I got down to Portland on the night of Friday 9th Feb. The marina is a nice place, and the staff are charming. There are, as usual, some wonderful live-aboard people and brief encounters: the young family just returned from the Caribbean and waiting to spend the winter in Brittany, visiting grandparents. The older boy - perhaps 9 - was an obsessive fisherman, the younger brother a reader, and the sister tagged along. I thought a lot about Suzanne Heywood's story, but obviously said nothing about it (hint, the characteristically subtle Daily Mail headline is, all bold and caps: "My cruel mother and selfish father stole my childhood and nearly killed me by making me sail the world with them for 10 years: Lady Heywood reveals how she overcame a traumatic upbringing to get into Oxford and forge a brilliant career"). There was Finnian McGurk, a wonderful performer who has quite a following for his folksy Scottish sea ballads in the South West. He came by and invited me to breakfast at the marina cafe on day 1 and remembered - charmingly and at some length - a boyhood by the sea on the West Coast of Scotland - my ultimate destination, I said to him. There was the self-proclaimed "Bumbling Sailor", one of those people made for YouTube and solo-sailing ... and, in some sense, I feel, a kindred spirit: he loves the chronicle of a good mistake, as does this blog...

So the experience of marina life since end October was good ... except the prices! As each month ticked by without being able to coordinate a return, I would wince at how much it costs just to tie up in a somewhat empty marina. As an economist, I am used to thinking that competition should drive prices down to cost, and that when there is spare capacity, as there is in most British marinas in the winter, when many owners take their boats out of the water, that price should essentially be just above the running costs of the place ... ie not much. When this does not happen, it is my professional deformation to work out why. And in case any of my ex-colleagues from the competition authority should be reading this post, can I suggest that they look at Private Equity cornering of the market in berths on the South Coat... (I know that few will shed a tear for anyone with enough spare cash to be sailing ... but maybe this is part of what keeps sailing a relatively exclusive sport. Also ... I'd be fine with a sailing boat tax that went to the public purse ... but a Private Equity tax? really? A Scottish Limited Partnership, one of the most secretive corporate vehicles there is...)

Leaving the marina, therefore, for all its good experiences, was a relief. I had done a quick repair job on the aft starboard porthole ... the engines controls were still misbehaving, but there was not too much wind and I felt reasonably confident that the exit would be OK. Which it was, though not wholly uneventful... (a motor cut out as I was turning, leading to an unusual number of forward-reverses to avoid touching the beautiful boats on either side. David thought I had kept my calm admirably - it is always good to reassure a new crew-member).

We had overslept and missed the recommended tide window. But the sun was out, the wind and tide fair - at least a first, and life was joyful. A raven alighted on our mast as we left Portland harbour, and David thought it was a good omen, perhaps even a bird inhabiting the spirit of James Wharram. I was happy to concur.

The tides really are complicated around the headlands, the Isle of Wight and generally in the channel. They flow to the East and ebb to the West. If you squint at the qtvlm trace (I did not have it on all the time because of the trouble I have recharging the so-called rugged Samsung Tablet whose USB port is hyper-sensitive to the damp) you can see a squiggle off the eastern tip of the Isle of Wight. That was more or less night 1: just enough wind to keep us heading into the tide, sometimes losing a bit, sometimes gaining a bit ... and all the while working to avoid the fishing boats. It seems that quite a few of the coastal barges were at anchor, also waiting for the tide to turn.

9 kts at 9.30pm ... the tide was still on our side

That night, while seeing lots of barges and fishing boats, I found it odd that nothing was showing up on the AIS... and then it struck me that perhaps my reconnection of the antennae, when I restepped the mast, may not have held. I put up a temporary antenna, and indeed the screen soon populated with all sorts of vessels...

The next morning brought fair wind and tides. This short video clip gives a pretty good sense of the general cold dampness of the experience - and the excellent sailing conditions. At over 10 knots, we were very soon abreast the majestic windfarm you can see from the other side offshore Brighton.

Here is what keeping warm looked like, that day. I had on a few lower layers - some lycra and some woollens. Then, on top of that, a full body drysuit - excellent at keeping the wind and the damp out. Then a very nice cashmere scarf Rehan and Elena had given me for Christmas, easy to pull over my head ... for my hands, some old Decathlon ski touring mittens that allow the finger tips to be exposed or not - great for rope-work ... and all-important, for my feet, I had sealskin socks - really amazing for warmth and dryness - and some cheap winter rigger boots from Screwfix that do a really good job of grip, waterproof and warmth.

Visually, the most stunning part of the passage was arriving at the 7 sisters and Beachy Head in the late afternoon, just as the tide was turning. You will in fact count 8 peaks - the sisters - and not 7 ... the explanation is that they were named that before erosion of the Sussex chalk hills revealed another ridge, and birthed the 8th sister.

The tide turned just as we were rounding Beachy Head... so we had plenty of opportunity to admire the cliffs in the evening light...

A spitfire pilot appeared in the evening light with its throaty engine. David pointed out that this felt like a homage to Ravilious.

The wind as once again sufficient to keep us moving, but only just. It is odd how much difference it makes to morale to see the land moving past or not ... the movement through the water, of course, is identical and the sailing remains good, even into strong tides. We edged closer to Eastbourne as darkness fell, and all that was left to do was to wait for the tide to turn.

In that dying light, slowly winning against the foul tide, David told me a bit about himself and his family. A story that went from Ulster after WW1, to Canada, to Los Angeles where his grandfather had turned his wartime experience into becoming a successful photographer ... to his grandmother's return to Britain and a house in the South West ... his father, the brilliant academic in finance, and David, fascinated by cybernetics. He talked about vitamins and vaccines (we did not agree on everything) and how a career in pharmaceuticals had made him dubious of many medical claims. There is nowhere like the deck of a boat, having shared the practical work of steering a safe course together, to share stories and perspectives in a spirit of generosity. Just as the recipe to having the best meal there can possibly be may well be: "expend exercise to reach a place in nature; eat what is at hand" ... so the best recipe to enjoy the solidarity and closeness of your fellow human might well be: "sail together 24hrs ... talk".

The wind would continue to be moderate, but always in the right direction. Whilst the tides flow towards Dover in the Channel, they ebb away from Dover in the North Sea ... so if we can hit Dover at High tide, we may be able to make Brightlingsea at High Tide on Monday, around 2pm... That is the plan and at this point it looks feasible.

The sailing was excellent. We had one moment of properly anticipated excitement that I felt just a little proud of - is my seamanship improving, or was it just luck that the call turned out right? A small storm cell appeared to the aft. It seemed a way away. But who knows - it could come onto us and might be violent. So we took down the foresail ... and 15 minutes later the squall was upon us. Whistling wind and rain, and it passed in another 15 minutes. So the sail went back up.

The storm cell aft ... worth taking the sails down for?

The next stretch, from Eastbourne to Dover, happened between 10pm and 2am. I was sad to miss the views of Dungeness power station on its spit of shingle (where Derek Jarman planted his garden). But it was a wonderful and fast night-time sail with little traffic and that exciting sense of penetrating the darkness with every whooshing sound of Boutny surfing the swell and tide.

I was sleeping in the cuddy so that David could call out if he was unsure what to do ... which he did as we approached Dover. The pilot book asks that you contact the harbour to cross the shipping lane, and to do so sufficiently far offshore not to surprise the non-stop ferries. We did all that and plunged into the lane. The lights that get bigger and brighter are not the lights of Dover ... they are one of those monumental boats approaching. I remembered Olivier's trick: you get a powerful flashlight and light up your sails so that you really have a chance of being noticed. I could see this one on the AIS, and presumably they could too ... and the harbour had given us the go-ahead to cross ... so on we went. The city-sized lights kept approaching, so I did at one point VHF over to the ferry in question. It had seen us, and a slight alteration in course for us made us pass safely astern. All very smooth, but a good way to feel suddenly awake at 2am.

I went back to sleep - still in the cuddy, with a duvet and my drysuit being a remarkably cosy combination on a February night. I had not taken advantage of the daytime on Sunday to catch up on the previous night's sleep, and I was really tired and thankful to David for his ability to stay at the helm.

He woke me around 6am, worried that the depth sounder was showing remarkable little water under our keels - 4m, then 3m, sometimes down to 2m. A beautiful, cold dawn was rising. I looked at the charts and the tide tables, and felt pretty sure we'd be OK for depth ... but again ... a good way to feel pretty immediately awake. David was cold and I encouraged him to go into his cabin to warm up. He went down but soon came out again, perhaps not feeling 100%. But I was worried at his cold - once it starts to take hold, it really is hard to stop it getting worse. I made a thermos of hot water and encouraged him back down into the galley while the water was boiling. Little by little, he recovered. But the helming through the cold night had really taken a toll. I thought it would be important, for future winter sailing, to have some means of heating at least one of the cabins - a webasto-style heater probably the simplest. A hypothermia, even just a few miles off coast, would have been a really horrible & dangerous thing.

The technique did not get David back to being properly warm... getting inside did help, as did hot drinks...

It was a stunning winter morning to cross the mouth of the Thames. But what looks like a simple straight line at one zoom level turns into a real maze when you look closely and worry about tides and depth.

Perfection on the surface

Under the surface, here is what there was:

So take that little green structure that the boat is on at that moment - called, misleadingly, Middle Deep, if I remember correctly. The entrance to the Colne is about 15 degrees further West than my heading ... but can I cut across that sand bank? If I run aground, I will need to wait for the tide to rescue me ... and that would mean missing the window for mooring in the mu berth that Peter has prepared for me in the creek ... So I play it safe, clipping the edges of that submerged bank...

Entering the Colne and Brightlingsea Harbour in Boutny is a big moment. I had started the plan to bring Boutny from Marseille to here in July 2020, when I first visited her in Port St Louis after all the frustrations and weirdness of lockdowns.

If there are destinations in this activity, this was one, of sorts

It had taken 3.5 years, all-in-all, to get here. The way is the truth, the means is the destination, and all that. But still, this was a destination of sorts. Limping in on 1 1/2 masts and on 1 out of 2 motors, but here we were.

Arriving at Brightlingsea

And here is Boutny, tucked up in her mud berth... and next post really will be about the mast repair, and, with luck, her departure from this mud berth...

[sakurachan7734]

Nothing but a lab rat

Chapter 3: lizard blood

James: so we are going to inject subject 682 with lizard blood?

Kate: yes I have a vile of lizard blood right here and tomorrow we are going to give her it

James: alright

Meanwhile kim is drawing in her cell

Haddie: what are you drawing?

Kim: me my mommy and daddy

Haddie: that’s nice

Kim: will my daddy ever be back for me?

Haddie: no

Kim: why?

Haddie: you live here now

Kim: * mind* weird

A few hours later

James: come with me 682

Kim: why?

James: just come with me

Kim follows Dr James into a room with a chair with straps

James: sit in that chair please

Kim:* sits in the chair* ok why?

James:* straps kim to the chair and takes out a large syringe with lizard blood* you need some medicine 

Kim:* trying to get out the chair* that doesn’t look like medicine

James: just relax * stabs Kim In the arm with the syringe*

Kim: ow!

James: just clam down you little brat

Kim: no!!

James: there it’s done!

Kim gets out of the chair and runs back into her cell

John pov

I drove to the site of the lab I am rescuing my daughter no matter what I don’t care if it kills me I just want my daughter to be safe I pull up on the side of the road and ran into a ditch where the door to the lab was I ran in and kick some guards a$$ and stole his gun I knew that getting her out of here would not be easy

John ran and ran until he found Kim’s cell scans a card he stole off of the guard

John: Kim!

Kim: daddy! What are you doing here?

John:* picks up kim* I am here to get you out

Kim: ok why do you have a gun?

John: it’s not going to be easy getting you out hold onto me

John stats running trying to find a way out but a bunch of guards and John starts shooting as much guards as possible

Kim: ow that hurting my ears!

John: I’m sorry baby It will be all over soon

Kim: ok daddy

All of a sudden a scientist rips Kim out of John’s arms and two guards knock John down and point their guns at him but in the process, Kim got shot in the right arm

John: GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!!!

James: you have too choices you can say goodbye to your daughter or you could say good night to her 

John:* tearing up* good bye Kim remember that your daddy loves you very much

The guards drag John out and Kim gets thrown back to her cell

Kim:* trying to take the bullet out of her arm* can I have some tweezers? 

Kate: why?

Kim: I have something stuck in my arm

Kate: alright send subject 682 a pair of metal tweezers

Kim gets tweezers and puts the bullet out her arm and wrap the spare sock around the wound and threw the bullet away

A couple weeks later

Kim pov

Well I somehow grew a tail and my skin is turning gray and my wound hasn’t gotten better one of the doctors said that my arm may be infected and we have to cut it off I keep telling them that my arm is fine but They don’t listen and my dad has tried to get me out several times but eventually he gave up he sent me a few letters

David: how is your arm?

Kim: it’s not doing any better

David: yeah your arm is infected It needs to be removed. 

Kim: how?

David: well, you did get shot on the arm a couple weeks ago and you took it out yourself you didn’t disinfect it 

Kim: how will you take my arm?

David: we are going to numb your arm and cut it off

Kim: ok when?

David: i’ll have to talk to the higher-ups about that but hopefully sometime next week it’s going to get worse if we don’t get treated as soon as possible

Kim: ok

End of chapter 





[thenightling]

Interview with The vampire episode 6 season 2

This show just keeps frustrating me. So now Armand gave the theatre Cuadia ...so they'd spare Louis? To keep the peace? There are hints that Armand wants Claudia dead but I think it might be too subtle for the people watching this. This is the third time (I've kept track) that the show has mocked or insulted the source material. This time by using Louis and Lestat dialogue from the novel for the "pretentious play" which apparently is also Waiting for Godot... with Interview with The Vampire novel dialogue. Why are there so many insulting digs about the writing from the books? The first time it was pretending the threatre knowing who Lestat is was "Soapy" even though Paris is where Lestat came from. Claudia and Louis know that Paris is where Lestat was made a vampire. And there aren't that many vampires in the world so the big coven n Paris was likely to know of him. The Lestat reveal at the end was unsurprising (for book readers). But Lestat souldn't look perfectly fine and puffing on a cigarette. He was in really rough shape (and pretty much delirious) when he was forced, by Armand, to tell the theatre what Claudia had done to him.

Madeleine's transformation felt really drawn out and they completely removed that Armand psychically pushed Louis to make her. They also brush off and diminish an important scene from the books with "Don't care." (in reply to "Yes, Father. At last we are even." I also don't understand the "I am too small." being kept in as to why Claudia can't make Madeleine into a vampire. She's not that small. The actress is 5'3. There are plenty of adult women shorter than that. The line made sense when she was four or five-years-old. (In the novel Louis said she wasn't quite five yet). But not so much here, especially when her actress is nineteen and Armand was seventeen when he was made a vampire in the books. The "If I could switch bodies with you" line from Raglan James really was on the nose and is making me wonder if he's already joy riding in someone else's body. Is he already inhabiting David Talbot's body? Wait... Is Rashid David Talbot already body swapped / hopped? He does end up in a young, dark body at the end of Tale of the body Thief... Also Louis would NEVER refer to Claudia as a burden. And even worse when she asks him if he thinks of her as a burden he doesn't even say no! WTF?! That's NOT Louis!

I never quite got over that the show wants to actually use the rule that vampire maker and fledgling can't read each other's thoughts but they briefly forgot that rule in the first season and had Lestat psychically talk to Louis AFTER having made him a vampire... I'm actually curious about what direction they're going with that. I have to admit I do sort of like the Santiago actor, I wish he was playing Marius instead of someone doomed to die. I'm not feeling well tonight so I think I'll pause my review here.