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happymeishappylife · 3 years ago

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Prep for the 60th: 2nd Season of Doctor Who

“One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”

The second season of Doctor Who begins to introduce us to the fundamental concept of Doctor Who and that is change. This season we begin to see why change makes the show work and makes the show last. But of course there are tears, smiles, and memories that established with every departure and yet excitement over the possibilities that can now come with fresh faces and voices. So beginning with the TARDIS team, this is how the season started:

(From left: The Doctor, Ian Chesterton, Susan Foreman, and Barbara Wright)

And this is the TARDIS team jumping into season three:

(From left: Vicki, The Doctor, and Steven Taylor)

With the departures of Susan, Ian, and Barbara, we get a fresh new start to what it means to be a TARDIS team and travel with the Doctor. And one of things Classic Who does really well in my opinion is the blending of teams as people leave and join the team, plus there aren’t catastrophic moments when a companion departs even if you might not like it (like I did with Susan). Still with a fresh TARDIS team, let’s introduce the new companions.

Vicki Pallister is a sixteen year old girl from Earth from the 25th century. She is rescued by the Doctor, Ian, and Barbara after her spacecraft crash lands on the planet Dido and she is lied to by a convict who has killed the rest of the crew, including Vicki’s father, to avoid being locked up again. Thankfully, she gets picked up by the Doctor who fresh off the emotions of leaving his real granddaughter behind, takes Vicki lovingly into his world.

Steven Taylor, is also from the future though its unclear which era exactly he comes from. He is found on the planet Mechanus where after crash landing, he has been held prisoner by the Mechanoids for over two years on his own. Once he meets the Doctor, Barbara, Ian, and Vicki, he gets energized to escape, but its chaotic when the Daleks start battling the Mechanoids. So at first you don’t think he makes it into the TARDIS, but after one serial, I’m glad he stole away because he’s a fun guy to get to know.

The serials:

1. Planet of Giants

This serial introduces the first instance where something wrong can happen to the TARDIS and the team has to deal with it in whatever situation they find themselves in. In this case, something affects the TARDIS’ materialization that causes the TARDIS to not fully materialize at its full size, but instead at a miniature level. So while the Doctor and Susan are climbing sink drains and Ian and Barbara are dealing with giant insects and insecticide, what the team doesn’t realize is they inadvertently help prevent this extremely toxic chemical from going to the market by being present while full size humans are murdering each other over money. Overall Rating: 7/10

2. The Dalek Invasion of Earth

The Daleks have conquered Earth in the year 2164 and are in the process of extracting the core of the planet and replacing it with a machine to allow them to pilot the planet. It’s a crazy plan, but even though they’ve conquered Earth and enslaved humans to force slavery onto other humans, there entire plan falls apart when the TARDIS lands and the team finds ways to stop them and embolden the humans of Earth. But this is the first episode of goodbyes because the Doctor makes the decision to leave Susan behind so that she can explore her wish to belong somewhere and follow her dreams without him. Overall Rating: 8/10

3. The Rescue

The Doctor is surprised when they land on the planet Dido, a place he’s been before, that the inhabitants are gone and in there place is a few monsters and a crashed spaceship. He then helps discover the true reason for this, that Koquillion isn’t a true resident of Dido, but Bennet who has not only killed his crew and some of the Dido people in order to be rescued by Earth and not still be convicted of his previous crimes. Foiling his plan, the Doctor also takes Vicki Pallister into the TARDIS once she tells them she’s been orphaned due to Bennet’s actions. Plus missing his granddaughter, the Doctor immediately latches onto Vicki who is need of care. Overall Rating: 8/10

4. The Romans

After leaving Dido, the team takes a break in ancient Italy enjoying a month’s vacation in an empty house and living life of Romans. But eager for adventure the Doctor and Vicki set off for Rome and quickly get caught up in the affairs of Cesar Nero’s court when the Doctor is mistaken for a famed musician. But instead of continued life in luxury, Ian and Barbara get kidnapped for a slave trader, Ian going to hard labor in a boat and Barbara to the court of Cesar Nero as the Empress’ pretty handmaid. Ian of course breaks few and chases after her and there’s a great sequence of all four being in close proximity and never seeing each other. Plus we learn the Doctor is the reason behind Cesar Nero’s idea for burning down all of Rome. Overall Rating: 10/10

5. The Web Planet

I know this is one of the beloved serial from Classic Who, but I’m sorry, I can’t. Between the constant beeping of the Zarbi, the weird speaking and hand motions of the Menoptra, and the bizarre enemy of the Animus who makes webs but is some ethereal being, I just can’t get on board with it. Plus while the scattering of the companions in other episodes is okay, this one just feels unnecessary and ridiculous when the final scene is all four coming together in the Animus chamber to then defeat it. Plus, how do any of these creatures actually live and breathe on this planet? Overall Rating: 3/10

6. The Crusade

Having just recently read the book novelization of this serial, I was happy to rewatch it again, though it is disappointing that two of the episodes are missing. The show itself tells a good story of how the TARDIS team lands in the middle of the crusades, explores the two factions between Richard the Lionheart and Saladdin, but also was just a good watch this snippet of history and don’t get too involved with the major events. Sure Barbara is captured and the story revolves around Ian rescuing her, but for the most part the TARDIS team takes a backseat as we explore Richard’s weariness to go home and his trials to try and end these long wars. Overall Rating: 8/10

7. The Space Museum

This is the second serial that explores the problem of something weird happening to the TARDIS, when it materializes a few moments ahead of it actually physically materializing and gives the team a glance at a possible future in which the four are turned into exhibits for the space museum they stumble upon. Fearful of accidentally ending up this way, they instead find themselves running from the keepers of the museum and in Vicki’s case, starting a revolution against them to try and prevent the outcome. It’s one of the more suspenseful early stories, mainly because the Doctor almost does get turned into nothing but a model, but also when he does sneak inside an empty Dalek shell to escape his captors, we see that silly side of him come out. Overall Rating: 9/10

8. The Chase

In probably the most confusing Dalek story ever, we go on quite the journey to avoid the Dalek’s chase of the TARDIS team. It starts on the planet Aridius, ends on the planet Mechanus, and somehow manages to go to New York for the first time, the Mary Celeste ship, and a haunted horror house where Frankenstein destroys a Dalek. We do learn some interesting things about the Daleks and the TARDIS in this episode, but its also notable for two reasons. The first is we meet Steven Taylor and though its unclear, we learn in the next episode he steals away on the TARDIS to avoid being stuck on Mechanus. The second is it’s the serial where Barbara and Ian leave the TARDIS once they realize the Daleks’ time machine can get them back to London in their own time. Overall Rating: 6/10

9. The Time Meddler

We meet another Gallifreyan and the first besides the Doctor and Susan when the Doctor lands just before the Battle of Hastings. We also learn more about the Doctor’s people (though not their species or planet yet) and that there are principles to Time Travel which the Monk has no issue exploiting for his own amusement, but the Doctor is strict about. This leads to the Doctor finding ways to prevent the Monk’s plan of destroying the invading Viking fleet while also removing a key component in the Monk’s TARDIS so he can’t meddle through time anymore. Overall Rating: 9/10

Adding to our previous lists, items in bold are things we learned in Season 2:

Historical Figures:

Marco Polo

Kublai Khan

Maximillen Robespierre

Napoleon Bonaparte

Ceasar Nero

King Richard the Lionheart

Things we learn about the Doctor:

Pioneer among gallifreyans

Ian only refers to one heart being okay “his heart is okay”

Knows three dimensional graph geometry

Things I’ve learned about the TARDIS:

It has a computer that reads and feed data to compute information about where to go next

It has a food generator where you pick flavors to be added to a nutrient bar

The lock comes away from the door and has 27 different mechanisms, getting one wrong might melt the lock

Field dimensions can be damaged by breaking down doors

The TARDIS is made of material that is impervious to Dalek shots

The Doctor does not have a Mark 4

Things we learn about Gallifrey:

It’s quite like Earth, but at night the sky burns orange and the leaves on the trees are a bright silver

Timelords we meet:

The Monk

People the Doctor has supposedly met before:

Pyrrho

Henry VIII

James Watt

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dailyaudiobible · 5 years ago

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05/16/2020 DAB Transcript

1 Samuel 18:5-19:24, John 8:31-59, Psalms 112:1-10, Proverbs 15:12-14

Today is the 16th day of May welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today. It is a joy as we close down another of our weeks together to take the next step forward in the Scriptures. And I was saying it yesterday, what a week it's been, because…especially in the Old Testament, through the book of first Samuel just all of…all of the drama of a monarchy coming to Israel, a new era in Israel and just kind of learning about the first King, Saul and seeing him…ourselves in him in so many ways and then this emergence of David, who has killed a giant named Goliath. That was in yesterday's reading and that's kind of where we left things. So, we’re about to begin to see the repercussions of that as we move forward through today. So, we’re reading from the New International Version this week, which is today. First Samuel chapter 18 verse 5 through 19 verse 24.

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Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for bringing us into and through the center of another month marked day by day by day with the counsel of Your word in our lives. We thank You for that. We thank You for each other. We thank You for community when communities been a lot more difficult to achieve in the last little spell of our lives here on earth. We thank You God for allowing us to just continue forward being together around the Global Campfire. We are grateful and You continue to speak into our lives through Your word. No matter what's going on in the world You are still speaking and transforming us, and we are grateful. And we ask that You continue this work of sanctification, setting us apart, making us holy and our part in that is to continually be in an attitude of repentance, one in which we are willing to change our minds and moving in a new direction and we thank You for the ability to do that. So, come Holy Spirit as we end another week, we invite You completely into every aspect of our lives. We surrender our rights. We surrender our wrongs to You. Come Jesus we pray in Your mighty name, we ask. Amen.

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Hi, this is Vickie from Arizona and I am calling because I listened to the podcast earlier and I heard Running Desperately to Jesus and she now has custody of her 13-year-old grandson and she’s finding it challenging. And my prayer is that God would just completely overshadow you, overtake you and that you would not be overwhelmed but you would be overjoyed, and you would see that there’s an opportunity. And I know that it can be really, really tough. She…you had said that you’ve been living alone but I just know that God has intervened in this boy’s life and you are his hope and you are a chance. And I pray that God would just give you the grace and the strength that you need to make a difference and whatever time you have with him that you would just…just stay prayed up and know that God has given you this as a gift and that you’re leaving a legacy and I just pray that God would just completely just show you what to do on a day-to-day minute by minute basis. So, I just want you to know that you’ve been on my heart and I’m believing for a miracle with your name on it and your grandson’s name on it. And I pray for all of us that have to go through things that are not fun and not comfortable. I’ve been without my son and my husband for over two years. Actually, Friday will be the two-year mark for my husband’s passing and I’m actually coveting your prayers on May 15th. Just, you know, a day of remembering. And that I am praying for God to bring more people in my life. He said he puts the lonely in friends and that us what I’m praying for, that God would put me in a family and I wouldn’t be lonely in Jesus’ name I’m praying and I ask you to agree with me for that prayer request. Thank you all, I love you, God bless you, have a great day.

Hello this is Terry from Toledo and I was just listening to the May 12th podcast and I heard the lady whose husband is in hospice. My heart goes out to you. When my father was dying, they gave us a little book from hospice and the first part of it said, “dying is the sacred rite of passage.” That has stuck with me through the whole thing. He died in 2013 and it still sticks with me. It’s a sacred rite of passage. And we are…we have the privilege and honor of helping them transition from this life to the next. So, I hope that helps you. And for the other lady that called today about her son, Father God we just pray right now for the children. We ask right now Lord that You just come and touch them in a special way today. Help them know Your presence, help them know that You love them and that You care for them. And help us moms and grandmom’s, the prayer warriors of the family not give up hope. Keep pressing in and keep believing that You will work all things together for good and that if we train up a child in the way that he should go he will not depart from it. Thank You, Lord in Jesus’ name we pray. Bless you Brian, Jill. Bless you China and Ben and bless you all Daily Audio Bible. I love you. Bye.

Bonjour this is Cindy the flute player. Pray with me please. Dear Father thank You for a praying community and thank You Father for those that prayed specifically for me. Thank You for a community that loves You word, that loves people. We’re willing to stand in the gap for each other. Thank You that even though my own church doesn’t know me, thank You that Daily Audio Bible really knows me. Thank You for Your kindness to each of us. Thank You for every blessing. Thank You for the woodshed experience. Father whatever it is that You want to cleanse so badly, do it, take out what grieves You but in the process will You strengthen my heart, my resolve to live well, my desire to keep reaching out, will You hear my heart that in all that I have ever wanted is for people to love You, to be reconciled to each other, that the things that have been stolen will be returned, that the people that had been stolen will be returned. I submit my emotions to You, and I commit to seeing life through Your eyes, Your eternal eyes. I thank You that we can depend on Your word, Your heart, Your character. Thank You for the prayers of the lady from DAB that asked for someone to step up in the gap, stand in the gap for me. Thank You for Dawn, thank You for the interview on the phone yesterday. Thank You for Your word that says there’s repentance that can lead unto righteousness. Father by Your grace, by Your spirit, bring true repentance over my reservation, over my family, over my country. It seems Father that You’re leading me to another spot on the earth to be with indigenous people that love You with all their heart. Thank You for the Father. Open that door if it is Your perfect and most pleasing will. I don’t want second-best or just good enough. So, I want to say one of my favorite parts about DAB, I love you…oops…this is Cindy I love you and I’ll meet you here tomorrow.

I know you’re probably feeling broken right now and hurting but I want to stop and give you some perspective. Clear your mind and picture yourself sitting in this moment in the darkness and in the pain, but someone comes up beside you, kneels on the floor to you and whispers in your ear, “beloved I hear your cries of your heart, I know the things that you are longing for, the things that you’re hoping for, the things that you have been seeking before. Trust me. I have a perfect plan. My timing may be different than what you are expecting but know that I am never late. Keep on seeking me and I will provide for you.” God is with you in this moment. Let Him into your brokenness and just seek Him. I love this community and I just want to know…or I just want to let you guys know that I am I’m praying for you. So, thank you.

Hello, DABbers this is Elisa Marie from Dinuba California today is May 13th and I’m calling on behalf of a sister that called in yesterday May 12th for her father who the doctors had given up on him and he’s dying. She’s in Mexico and waiting to fly to Korea to be with her father. I don’t think she gave her name, but my heart went out to her. So, I’m gonna say a prayer. But first of all, the Scripture that came to mind was Isaiah 38:4,5…38:4,5, and 6 where Hezekiah was given a word from the Lord that he was to…he was going to be dying soon from the illness that he had and then he turned his face to the wall and cried out to God for mercy and God granted him 15 more years. So, we’re gonna pray that God will grant your father 15 more years to live. Father I come to You Father God on behalf of my sister and in agreement with my sister and all who are playing for her that You would have mercy Father God, that You would send forth Your word and heal her Father from this illness that’s bringing destruction to his body. Your word says that You send forth Your word and You healed him, and You delivered his body from all destruction. So, we ask that by in Jesus’ stripes he is healed. We ask You for mercy Father God. We ask You to send someone to his bedside to deliver to him the word of salvation, the word of hope. And we ask for peace and comfort for the whole family Lord. Get our sister to Korea safe and sound Father God where she will be able to speak with her dad Father God. We ask these things in the mighty name of Jesus. Thank you, father. Love you DABbers. Have a great day.

Well good morning Daily Audio Bible family. I was listening to May the 12th as I’m catching up and our Korean sister was praying for her dad as he is losing his grasp and his grip on life. And they’ve been encouraged to say their goodbyes. This is Sandra from Centennial Colorado and I am just wanting to pray for you my sister. Heavenly father you can see both this dear woman and her father at the same time right now and I pray that in the name of Jesus you place your hand over both of them and allow nothing that is apart from your plan to enter into their experience. Oh, heavenly Father we need You so desperately. Thank You so much for coming to this place, for invading this world of pain. Thank You so much for taking things that were intended to be evil for us and turning them into things that bring glory to You and relief to us. I pray that, as Victoria Soldier says in the name of Jesus, I can’t say it as well as she does Lord but You know how much we both love it, in the name of Jesus You be with this dear sister and with her dear Father. Grant him years if it is Your will that he may serve You longer. Grant her courage to face whatever it is that You allow her to walk through with You at her side and we will be careful to thank You for it is in the name of Jesus that I pray. Amen.

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thadelightfulone · 6 years ago

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The ‘E’ Commandments: Velvet Rope (Date Night)

Use Me (Intro)

Daddy’s Rules

Sunset

Lose It

Calling On You

Summary: Erik wants to teach his girl some thangs…

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: SMUT…build up, cool down…there is always some SMUT.

Warning: BDSM heavy…so if that is not your thing, there are plenty of other BP fics for you to read. Since the chapter names include the kink, please feel free to bypass any one that is not your speed. Unless you’re curious and want to learn a few things for yourself…in that case, ENJOY!!!

A/N: This is actually a two-part scene. I am releasing both parts back-to-back. ENJOY!!!

The doorbell dings as Erik enters the store. He breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly. He had not been here in almost a year. He remembers the exact moment he knew he was going back into hiding.

He met Imani at a bookstore. He was looking through some African literature, and he caught the subtle floral scent of her perfume pass by him. He put back the book he was looking at, turned out of the aisle and followed her towards the graduate study guides section. Standing at the end of the shelf, he took in her short 5’5 frame, shoulder-length brunette curls, and her abundance of curves from top to bottom wrapped like a gift in her maxi dress. He knew he had to have her.

She turned to give him a nasty look after noticing the 6’, chocolate brotha following her, his laughter rang out until he saw her hand reach into her purse, “I have pepper spray, and if you’re smart, you’ll walk away now.” He strides forward, stopping right in front of her. She quickly inhales taking in his deep brown eyes and handsome face up close.

“Do you really think that’s gonna stop me?” She watches as he looks her up and down with a smoldering look in his eyes. “I was just gonna ask you what you are studying for because I could probably help you out,” he steps back, “but I see you got it.” He gives her a two-fingered salute and turns to walk away. She releases her hold on the pepper spray and looks at the study guide in her hand. She has already failed this damn test twice and needs to get a decent score for acceptance into her grad program.

“Hey wait!” Erik stops but does not turn around. “Do you really think you could help me?” She says voice lower than it was when she threatened him. A huge grin spreads across his face, as he turns around and slowly walks back towards her. He calmly takes the book in her hand.

“Logic Games for Dummies…so you’re taking the LSAT, huh?” She looks at him and nods. “Yeah, I got you on this.” He takes her hand, “I’m Erik.” She is stunned, staring up at him. He smirks at her.

“Imani.” She feels her face heat up as he brings her hand to his lips.

“Let me take you out for lunch and then we can get to work.”

Another ding of the front door brings Erik out of his musings. He smiles thinking about the fact that he gets to teach Imani another subject that he is well versed in. He walks over to the customer service desk and rings the bell.

“Just a minute,” came a voice from the back. “Well, well, well…if it isn’t my favorite customer?” She comes around the desk and gives him a big hug. “How have you been E? The scene hasn’t been the same without you.”

“Hey V!” He hugs her back, lifting her in the air while she laughs. “I have never been better,” she slaps his arms to put her down. She glares up at him, looking at the stupid grin on his face.

“Nigga, are you glowing? And I thought you left for a vanilla relationship anyways, so why you back here?” Erik has zoned out looking around the store; he missed this place. Now he was home. Vicky snaps her fingers and waves her hands in his face to get his attention back.

“Yeah, I did leave for a vanilla relationship,” he smiles at Vicky, “but my lady wants to learn about the scene.” V walks around the counter.

“How did you convince her of that? I know yo charming ass did something.” She props her arms up on the counter, waiting for his explanation.

“2 words – 50 Shades,” Vicky and Erik bust up laughing. The nearest customer jumps at the sound. “I swear yo, she had me watching that bullshitty ass movie and said she read the books. So, I told her I am the real deal.” Vicky just looks at him. He puts his fingers up in the Boys Scout salute. She swats his hand down.

“E, stop that.” She looks at him to gauge his truthfulness. “Wow, you are dead ass right now. Ok, so then why isn’t she here with you and what brings you back in?” He starts beaming again. Vicky shakes her head.

“I need to place a custom order for some rope. I also need a decorative piece for a marker.” Vicky grabs her pad and starts writing down his request.

“In your colors? 60ft, 6mm jute, good?” she looks up to see him nodding. “Kool, we’ll cut it into two 30ft pieces.” Looking back at him, “Now, what did you have in mind for the marker? You could always get a -”

Erik cuts her off, “No, no collar, not yet. I’m not even sure if she would want that. We are just performing scenes now,” he shrugs, “but who knows.” Vicky nods and smiles. She has got to meet the girl who has E lit up like a Christmas tree.

“What about a Gold Rose w/ a big E on the stem? If you plan to take her to the Garden, it would fit in, and it’s not like we don’t know your damn color.” Erik looks at her.

“Yeah, I like that. Could you do that on a pin that way I can attach it to whatever she is wearing?”

“Yeah, we can do the metalwork in-house, and I’ll finish it for you.” She looks at him, tapping his shoulder with her pen. “So, you plan on bringing her through then…when?”

“Yup, I invited her, and she agreed to come. And no, I’m not telling you when because you will have the whole club checking for me.” V flutters her lashes and pouts. “Nah, not going to work. So, stop it.”

“Fine, then.” She looks at her notepad. “Alright, so I got 60ft 6mm jute in black and gold. A gold rose with E as the stem pin. Is that all?” Vicky bites on the pen.

“Yeah, for now. Charge it to my account.” He starts to walk away, “Actually, do you have Lisha’s number, I need to link up with her about some gear.” She already started writing on the next sheet of the pad.

“An outfit, E? You dressing her, too?” Vicky laughs, “That gold E might as well be a collar if you are doing all this shit for her.” She hands him the page with the name and number on it. “I’ll call you when the order is ready.”

“Later V!” Erik yells as he leaves the store. Jumping on his phone and dialing the number, “Yo Lisha, it’s E. I need some custom scene gear.”

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Imani is at her place, trying not to open the boxes that were just delivered to her door. There is a big gold note that reads ‘DO NOT OPEN until I get there, E.’ Pouting with her arms folded across her chest for the last 5 minutes, she suddenly decides to sit on her hands, but she is steadily bouncing. She dares not call him because that will be useless. Erik won’t give her any details about their upcoming date night. All his calls this week have been cryptic as fuck, so talking to him just irritates her at this point.

Her feet are now tapping on the floor; she keeps looking back to the boxes on her kitchen table. Suddenly, there is a knock on her door. Jumping up, she runs to check the peephole. She throws open the door and walks back over to the couch. “Is that any way to greet your man, baby?” She rolls her eyes at him.

“Can you close the door already?” she huffs at him. He slams the door and walks over to the couch. Sitting down, he reaches over and pulls her onto his lap.

“Why you sour?” He follows her eyes to the boxes on the table. “Is that all? I just wanted to be here to see you open them.” Sneaking kisses on her neck, she melts into his arms. “Ready to see what I got you?” She nods looking up at him, “Imani.”

“Yes, Daddy. I am ready to open them.” Lifting her off his lap, he smacks her ass as he moves her towards the table.

“Good girl.” Imani finds herself smiling as she walks to the table. Something about when Erik praises her for little things like answering him verbally makes her want to be the best for him. She ponders the reason as she picks up the boxes and some scissors, bringing everything to the couch and the coffee table.

There are three black boxes wrapped together with thick gold ribbon, all different sizes stacked with the smallest on the top and biggest one on the bottom for a three-tiered tower. She unties the bow and cuts one of the ribbons on each box for easy opening. Grabbing the biggest box first, she looks over at Erik. He is leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head, relaxed and in the perfect spot to see her reactions.

She shakes the box and hears a rustling sound but cannot make out what is inside. The box is extremely light, so she is totally in the dark about what it could be. Imani lifts the top, dropping it off to her side. Lifting over a piece of gold fabric, she unearths two clothing items. From his position on the couch, “Take them out and show me what you have there.”

“Daddy,” she lifts the first piece up and unfolds it in the air. “These look like volleyball shorts, but those are usually black and,” flipping them over, “none of this ruffle mess.” She laughs while looking at the glittery gold ruffled bottoms in her hands and sets them down. Imani reaches back into the box to pull out a black steel bone corset with a lace up back and detachable straps. As she feels the lining of the corset, she exclaims, “Wow, this is beautiful! I have always wanted one.”

She stands up and puts the corset to her chest and looks back to see Erik grinning, “Looks like it’s a perfect fit. Next.” He glances at the two unopened boxes as Imani settles back onto the couch. She sets the corset back into the box and removes the small top box to get to the middle one. Imani shakes it again like before and smiles brightly.

“You bought me some shoes, too?” His look neither confirms nor denies what she is asking. Lifting the top off the box, she finds 4 inch black Mary Jane stilettos with a thick gold snakeskin strap. She lets a loud wolf whistle, “These are too sharp, Daddy. And I see a pattern forming here.”

“Is that all?” She glances at the items from the two boxes and scrunches her face in confusion. Erik grabs the smallest box off the table.

“E, what are you doing?” she reaches over him to grab for the box. Erik stands up and holds it over his head watching her jump up and down reaching for the box. “Lemme see it,” pouting and batting her eyes, “Please Daddy.”

“Yo, I love how comfortable you are calling me that now.” He moves back to the couch and brings Imani down onto his lap. “Before I show you, I need you to look over the whole outfit because this is all you are wearing when we go out tomorrow night.” Erik follows her eyes as she reaches over to pull the bottoms and corset back out, laying them next to the shoes on the table. She picks up the bottoms again, looking them over and eyeballing Erik.

“Wait, nigga are these ruffled panties?” getting louder, “I know you do not expect me to go outside in some damn panties.” He rubs her back as she starts to panic.

“You won’t be outside for long, but don’t worry. I have a coat you can wear until we reach our destination.” Imani is still staring down at the outfit on the table. “Baby girl?”

“Wherever you are taking me, are you gonna be dressed up, too?” She plays with the edge of the gold ruffled panties on her lap. Erik lifts her chin, so he is looking at her.

“I will be dressed up as well. More clothes than you though,” she smacks his arm. “Aye, but you are right there is a pattern to your outfit and even mine.” He takes her hand and kisses it, “What are you thinking about baby?”

“Everything and nothing. You have given me zero clues about where we are going tomorrow. For all I know, you have me signed up for some burlesque show. I don’t know.”

“Burlesque show, huh? I don’t need to take you out to have you dance for me, darling.” Imani’s face heats up. She reaches for the small box in his hand, he pulls back and shakes his head.

“Gimme. I want what’s in the box.”

“Nah, you get it tomorrow when you wear the outfit.” Imani pouts and whimpers, “I can give you something to pout about.” He smacks her ass, lifts her up and carries her to the bedroom.

---

The next evening Imani arrives at Erik’s place, ready to get dressed. She has the skimpy outfit packed in her overnight bag along with her makeup. Erik is getting out of the shower when she walks through the door. “Hey baby, I’m here.”

“Great, the shower is all yours.” He walks over to her dripping wet with just a towel around his hips. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”

Imani goes to the bedroom, lays out the corset, panties, and shoes. Setting up her toiletries and makeup on the bathroom counter, she looks in the mirror. “Ok, we can do this girl. E would not take you someplace dressed in next to nothing if he did not feel like it was kool.” She takes a few calming breaths before jumping in the shower.

Erik is rolling the small black box in his hand. He sets it on the coffee table as he runs his hands through his dreads. He has them up, banded together on top of his head with a few hanging loose on the right side. He reaches for his gold-rimmed glasses as he hears the pitter-patter sound of bare feet coming down the hall.

He looks up to see Imani’s back to him, her hair is pinned up on her head, and he sees her corset is undone. “Can you make sure the back is straight? I have the corset as tight as I want it but it still needs to be tied at the bottom.” He walks over to Imani, looking over the lace-up back of the corset. With a few pulls and twists, he gathers it all together and ties it at the small of her back. He is about to spin her around, “Thanks Daddy, gotta go,” and she runs off.

Erik laughs at Imani’s actions and walks back into the living room, thinking about what this evening means to him. Imani is not the only one nervous about the evening. He has been a member at this club for years, but this is a big step, especially for him. He hasn’t been there in over a year, and he always found play partners on site. Picking up the small box and flipping it open, he looks down at the pin. He is bringing his girl with him, someone who means everything to him. He is showing her another aspect of his life, one he never thought he would.

Sure, things get a little rough in the bedroom on occasion, but to actually set up and play scenes, is an entirely different thing. One, he was willing to leave behind, and now he doesn’t have to, because she wanted to explore this with him. He closes the box and sets it back down as the sound of heels coming down the hall draws his attention. Imani walks fully into the living room, and Erik is speechless.

Imani looks like perfection in his outfit. She is wearing her curls down, framing her face and with natural makeup. He notices the pops of gold that she included and smiles to himself knowing his girl picked up on the color scheme for the evening. She chose to use the straps on the corset creating a halter top that has her breasts sitting up and nearly falling over the top. Silently, thanking Lisha for her custom work, he can see the gold ribbons etched into the frame like pinstripes. The gold ruffled panties peek out just enough from under the corset. He follows her thick hips and thighs down her legs to see the black and gold shoes on her feet. She stands at the edge of the coffee table opposite of where he is sitting, no longer moving as he stands and makes his way over to her.

Imani lets out a low whistle as she takes in her man’s fit for the evening. She decides to start from the bottom, noticing his black leather driving loafers. He has on black pinstriped pants and a matching vest, putting his muscular, scar studded arms and chest on display. When she notices the pinstripes are gold, she clamps her thighs together. If there is one thing the man can do, it is dress. She notices his chest rise and fall as he was watching her just as intently. He didn’t miss that clench, and she can see it on his face. He puts the glasses on, and she audibly swoons. “Damn, is all that for me?”

He laughs reaching down to grab the box, “I could ask the same thing, baby girl. Who you lookin’ all good for?” She looks down and turns around slowly.

“My Daddy dressed me, you like?” The playful banter between them is making Imani less nervous than before. His nod of approval brings a big grin to her face. “So, can I get the last part now?” She reaches for the box as he walks over to her. He opens the small gift box for her, “OMG Erik, this is gorgeous.” She picks up the solid gold rose pin and laughs when she notices the stem is a big letter E. She hands it to him, “Go ahead Daddy, pin me.” Erik does the honors and stands back to see his live work of art.

As he takes all of her in, his mind roams to all that he has in store for her this evening. He really hopes that she enjoys herself. He goes to the closet by the door and grabs his black trench coat for Imani and a small duffle bag. She walks over, and he helps her into the coat. “Let me grab my keys, and we can go.” They walk down the stairs and out to his car.

Erik opens the door and helps her in, “So, are you finally going to tell me where we are going tonight?” He looks down at her and closes the door. Walking to his side of the vehicle, he gets in and starts the car. He grabs her hand and kisses it.

“I told you I wanted to take you to a club; tonight’s the night.” He glances over to her while making his way further downtown into the business district. “Now, there is something you need to know about it. This is a spot I used to frequent regularly before I met you, So, I haven’t been there in a while, but I do know a lot of people there.” Imani inhales deeply while listening to him. “Don’t worry, I got you, and you don’t have to do anything, but I wanted to share this with you.”

Looking out the window, watching the passing lights of the city Imani considers what he is saying. A real-life BDSM club, they truly exist. All her knowledge of them came from various books, and she never imagined she would be doing any of this, ever. And here is her man wanting to take her to one. Aren’t those exclusive? Which means that Erik is a member, too? Are we gonna run into any of his exes or former partners? Am I ready to do this with him? I know we have talked, and it is on my list, but do I want to do this so soon?

Imani looks over at Erik who hasn’t said a word to her since saying he wanted to share this piece of him with her. She can tell by his profile, he is worried about what she will say. She knows in her heart that if she were to tell him this was too much and to take her home, he would do it with a quickness. But she wants to experience everything with this man, and if he is ready to show her this side of him, then she is ready to be by his side. Glancing down at the golden E on her chest, she smiles and looks back towards him. She grips their entwined hands that he had been holding in his lap and pulls them to her chest. “Ok Daddy, I would love to visit the club with you.” Erik looks at Imani and matches her smile.

The rest of the ride is made in comfortable silence as Erik pulls into a lot in the midst of a bunch of suite buildings in the warehouse/business district area of town. He parks at the far end and gets out. He walks over to Imani’s side and helps her out of the car. They walk down a lighted path between buildings before approaching a door to one of the warehouses.

The door looked like any other door for a warehouse. It was a large green door with a solid latch fastened right above the handle. A black light was lit from above, casting a thrilling glow. Upon further inspection of the door, there is an eye-catching neon embellishment of the silhouette of a black woman with an afro constructed of flowers.

Erik and Imani stop in front of the bouncer who is giving them a once over before recognition dawns. “E, is that you?” He steps up and daps him up. “My man. We thought you were gone for good.”

“Wassup Rich, and yeah I’m back. But only because that’s what my lady wants.” He looks over at Imani, who smiles shyly at Rich. Erik wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her temple. Rich looks at Erik and smiles at them both.

“Alright Lady E, it is a pleasure to meet you. Don’t let me keep you from enjoying the night.” He winks at her and looks back at E. “It’s good to see you man,” he says before nodding at him, then speaking in a serious manner, “And his tune is heard on the distant hill…”

“For the caged bird sings of freedom,” Erik finishes off. Rich moves the steel latch before pushing the large green door open.

“Welcome to the Garden of Eden where nothing is forbidden.” Rich signals for them to enter and closes the door behind them.

Erik grabs Imani’s hand as he moves to enter the warehouse. Imani walks behind Erik just a bit, a little apprehensive of what the club would look like on the inside. The hallway of the warehouse was massive and dim, with each step she took, only part of the area was illuminated. As she peered ahead of Erik, she saw a bright white light hanging above an elevator. Erik looked back at Imani and continued to walk forward, squeezing her hand in comfort. Imani focused on the back of his head before looking toward the warehouse elevator wrapping the coat around her. As they approached it, nothing looked out of the ordinary. The couple stepped onto the freight elevator. Imani took note of Erik’s calming demeanor as he closed the large grated door of the elevator before pressing a button on the console. There was a subtle change to Erik as he relaxed more and more on the elevator ride to the third floor. Erik just stood in the center of the elevator, idly looking at the door. A reserved smirk on his lips like a switch just flipped. And where did that bag come from? When the elevator stops, Erik steps forward and puts his hand on her lower back. Imani releases the breath she had been holding in and relaxes into his touch. He looks down at her and says, “Ready to see paradise, baby girl?” ---

As the elevator door opened Imani was shocked to see how different this floor was to the ground level. A red carpet lined the hall as she and Erik stepped out of the elevator. Light blue neon lights lined the hallway as Erik and Imani walked deeper into the massive space, casting seductive shadows. Tropical plants of unknown origin earthed in porcelain vases were positioned along the enchanting hallway.

Imani looks around and observes the club occupants in different forms of dress. Women in lingerie, mainly corsets and ruffled underwear or skirts similar to her. There were some floor-length skirts, dresses, and gowns. Men in dark-colored bottoms, some shirtless or wearing harnesses/vests. Some are in suits as if they just came from work. Imani laughs when she observes a few rocking smoking jackets a la Hugh Hefner. The colors were as bright as the sun and as dark as night, covering the entire spectrum. She spotted couples in matching or complimentary colors like her and Erik.

She also noticed the distinct contrast between those who identified as Dom/mes and submissives like Erik had discussed with her. The Dominants possessed this feeling of status and power. It was in how they carried and presented themselves. Heads held high and their walks a bit straighter compared to the submissives who appeared smaller in stature even if they were physically taller. Their demeanor is more subdued and muted than that of the Dominants around them.

There are pairs and groups gathered around chatting. As she looks at them, she notices different colored bracelets on the wrists of the submissives. She turns to Erik who has been quietly watching her, “Daddy, what do those mean?” As they continue to walk into the rest of the foyer, Erik starts to explain.

“Those let the Dom/mes know the submissives’ status. The most common ones you will find are green, blue and red. You will find these on single subs, these refer to their limits, and certain kinds of play scenes they are interested in. Red is pretty much anything goes, blue means they have set hard and soft limits, and green means they are new. As always, everything is discussed beforehand, so no surprises occur and everyone is safe.” He points to a man in the corner with a green bracelet speaking with a Domme. “Most owned subs will have a collar or another marker chosen by their Dom. Those who are unavailable or spoken for may have an orange bracelet or a special marker.” She looks down at the Gold Rose on her chest and smiles. His eyes follow hers as he takes her hand and kisses it. “Ready to move on?” She nods, and they continue walking towards the bar in the back.

As they approach the bar, Imani sees a familiar face behind the counter. Dressed in a simple blue corset and matching ruffled short set, is Vicky with a cocktail shaker in her hand. She pours the drink into the glass and hands it over to another patron. Turning around she squeaks out, “E! Oh my god, you made it back and…” she squints trying to remember her name.

“Imani…it’s Vicky, right?” Vicky nods. Her eyes are moving back and forth between the two of them, smiling. Erik pulls Imani in front of him as Vicky continues to watch them interact. He runs his hands up her arms, slowly working the trench coat off her shoulders. Imani moves her arms to help him out, and Vicky sees Erik’s marker on her chest.

“So, you’re the one?” Imani looks at her curiously. “Let me get you both a drink first, and then we can chat. What’ll it be?” She wipes down the counter as Erik speaks.

“She’ll have a Stoli and Sprite, and I’ll have my usual.” Vicky sets two tumblers on the bar counter. Imani moves around in Erik’s arms face full of questions. “Just wait, it’ll all make sense soon enough.” Vicky gives Erik’s order to her fellow bartender.

“Mo, I’m taking five. Handle these next few guests, will ya?” She points to Erik, walks around and leads Imani to a nearby loveseat. Erik stays back by the bar.

Vicky and Imani take a seat. Imani feels a bit awkward, especially since Vicky is all smiles. Why is she looking at me like that? What does she know that I don’t? Imani thinks as she continues to look at Vicky.

“So…you’re the one Erik has been so excited about?” Vicky says her eyes locked with Imani.

Imani feels a bit nervous, “What has Erik been saying about me?” She licks her lips and swallows as her throat becomes dry. She looks around noticing the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Vicky lets out a small chuckle.

“Relax Imani, tonight is a special night for you.” She says her laugh getting slightly louder.

Imani tries to sit still but her legs begin to bounce. She begins to ponder Vicky’s words. “Special night? What do you mean?” Imani says.

“You have no idea what he has in store for you…I love it!” Vicky slaps her knee in excitement. “He didn’t give me any details so don’t worry…” Vicky says laughter lacing her voice.

Erik stands at the bar waiting for his drinks. He casually glances over to where Vicky and Imani are located. He can see that Vicky is enjoying her time with Imani as he watches her chat away to Imani. Imani on the other hand looks…a bit anxious. Erik smiles because he knows that Imani has no idea what he has planned for her later.

His attention is interrupted as he sees another worker in the same shade of blue as Vicky’s passing by. Erik raises his hand, quickly gaining the attention of the club attendant. “Can you have these items taken upstairs to the space reserved under Master E? Also, I will need a cold set up, just the basics. Thanks.”

The attendant smiles at Erik giving a quick head nod. “Right away, Sir.” He takes the small bag and coat from him then heads back towards the kitchen.

Erik’s gaze returned to the bartender as she returned with his drinks. Was it presumptuous to reserve a room, not knowing whether Imani may want to play later, sure. However, Erik has always prided himself on being able to read someone especially his girl.

Grabbing the drinks he quickly makes his way over to Vicky and Imani. He grins watching two of his favorite people talking animatedly. It would be nice for Imani to have a friend who can relate more to her role in this life if she decides to pursue it. He can only do so much as her Dom, and she can use the support. He notices that Imani looks more relaxed than just moments ago. He was thankful that Vicky was warming her up but hoped that a bit of her anxiousness remained for later.

“- basically lived there. Could never get him to leave.” Vicky stopped talking as she sees Erik approaching. Imani looks up and smiles at him, laughing. Erik lifts Imani up from her seat, taking her place, and moving her onto his lap. Vicky just cheeses at the whole scene before her.

“E, you look good!” Vicky claps then reaches for Imani’s hands, “You are good for him; I can see that already.” Imani and Erik share a quick tender look with each other. Vicky nods, glad to see her boy Erik happy. “Look, I gotta run back, but you know where to find me if you ever have any questions…especially about ‘the’ life.” Vicky punches E on the shoulder and jumps up, heading back to the bar.

“She is a ball full of energy, isn’t she?” Imani asks before sipping her drink. “She was like that when she helped me at the store that day.” Erik bobs his head in understanding, nibbling on her neck. She squirms in his lap. “Daddy, are you even listening to me?”

“That’s V, nothing new. She was like that when we met.” Erik mumbles into her neck, nipping at her ear he releases her. “Level check baby.”

“1, Daddy.”

“Good girl. So, any thoughts or questions for me?” He leans back in the loveseat bringing Imani with him.

“Well, Vicky mentioned that this isn’t the only floor of the club. How many are there if we are on the 3rd?” Erik sips his drink before responding.

“There are two more levels to the club; one above us and another three floors below.”

“Below? What could be under,” her eyes go wide as realization dawns. “Oh, got it. So, that means there are playrooms here then?”

“Yes, some of them are above, and the Dungeon is on the bottom,” Erik notes her visible shudder when he mentioned the Dungeon. “Would you like to see it?”

Imani immediately shakes her head no. Looking up at the displeasure in Erik’s eyes, she answers, “No Daddy, I don’t think I am ready to see any of that yet.” He bends his head in acknowledgment of her reply.

“Upstairs then?” Imani gets up from his lap in response, Erik follows suit, and takes her hand as they make their way through the rest of the lounge. They walk away from the couches into another open area of the floor leading to a grand staircase. Imani stops near a waterfall on the lower level. Erik stands next to her still holding her hand as Imani stares directly at the clear blue running water, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Suddenly, the water opens up enough for Imani to make out a figure standing there. The water now collecting in the reservoir below. A beautiful dark skinned black woman walks forward. As she stands there with her long flowing dark tresses draping her body and covering the apex of her thighs, she starts rising up on a shell. Imani gasps as the live action Venus continues to ascend into the air about 20 feet before coming down. “Welcome to Venus’ Exploration Rooms.” She winks at Imani, “Looks like you are in good hands, pretty lady. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Imani turns into Erik’s chest at the comment.

Erik rubs her back and laughs, “Level check, baby girl?”

“One,” she mumbles into his chest. Grabbing her chin, he forces her to look up at him. Reading her face, looking for a lie. “Honest, I am at one. I would tell you if it was something else Daddy, I promise.” Nodding, he squeezes her waist and turns her towards the stairs.

As they arrive at the top of the grand staircase, Imani looks up into the sky. She looks down at the floor and back up again. She is not sure the ceiling exists because she can see the moon and the stars clearly in the sky. Looking at the edges of the building walls, she realizes the roof of the building is a big ass window pane. She notices there are no official lighting sources and the upper floor appears dark.

She is about to ask Erik about the skylights when there is a loud moan off to their left. Imani looks over and sees a small stage surrounded by chairs and stools. It is lit up by big floodlights running top to bottom on each side. On the stage, is a bikini clad woman in heels strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross being flogged by a Domme dressed in red. “Want to have a seat? We can watch their scene.” Erik whispers in her ear.

“Really?” Imani looks at him, “Ok.” Erik walks them over to a big comfy chair in the center, placing Imani on his lap with her legs draped over his legs. The Domme on stage has picked up her pace flogging the sub. One time when she pulls back, she separates the handle forming another flogger and begins to use both at the same time. Imani watches the Domme strike the sub using hits that make it appear as if she is turning double dutch.

A subtle heat flows through her and she settles into Erik’s lap. The Domme lets up on her sub, walking to her and speaking softly into her ear. Imani looks around at the others sitting down, watching the show. She never thought that she would be watching a live scene. Sure, she has seen a few porn clips online but they did not have the same effect on her as how she was feeling now.

As the Domme moves back into her previous position, Imani notices the sub seems completely at ease; no tension in her back displaying complete trust in the Domme. The sub starts counting the strikes the Domme is landing on her back. Imani is mesmerized by the scene, as the Domme trails the flogger along the sub’s body. She recalls how E’s flogger felt when he did the same thing to her. She shudders and lets out a soft moan. There is a tingle between her legs, so she crosses them in an effort to dampen the throbbing.

Erik has been watching Imani as she sits on his lap. He inhales deeply and smiles, he can smell her. He shifts her position on his lap facing her forward, with her legs hanging off to the side of each of his legs. Imani reaches back to grab his hands which are on her waist. “Relax. I got you. Just enjoy the scene. Keep your eyes on them.” Imani inhales deeply to calm herself and focuses on the stage. Erik runs his hands down her shoulders and arms. With every touch, he kisses along her neck and shoulder. Imani squirms on his lap as her arousal grows.

A string of moans escape her with Erik’s ministrations of her upper body. The sub on stage has vocalized her approaching orgasm and the Domme increases her speed going faster and faster until the sub screams out in pure pleasure. Her physical release can be seen running down her legs and onto the floor. Imani tries to shift her legs together on Erik’s lap.

He grips her thighs, “Did I tell you to move?” She suddenly stops squirming. He nibbles on her ear, “Good Girl. The show got you hot, baby?” No response. “Imani.” Still nothing, he follows her eyes to the stage. On stage, the Domme has release the sub who is now laying on her back on stage. The Domme has the sub spread wide, licking from ankle to inner thigh on each of her legs. “Shit,” he hisses, watching them again.

Imani turns in Erik’s lap, a lustful look in her eyes, “Daddy, I need you.” He chuckles.

“If you continue to be a good girl for Daddy, you will get whatever you want.” She pouts and he kisses her lips softly. He stands them up and grabs her hand, “Follow me.”

They walk to the other side of the upper floor where the walls are curtains. As Imani follows Erik down the long hallway, the music of erotic sounds flood her ears. She hears various objects buzzing and beeping, moans and grunts, furniture moving across the floor, and finally the sound of skin slapping together. Each scene is being played out privately, although publicly audible, behind the various curtains. She bumps into Erik not paying attention to the fact that he has stopped in front of an open space.

With Erik guiding her, they walked towards an unclaimed space at the end of the hall, marked by the clipped up curtain. Erik pulls her flush against him to release the curtain tie. Pulling back the curtain, Erik leans down by Imani’s ear, “Are you ready to play with me, Princess?”

_Club Entrance Quote from Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

SEQUEL

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deborahcastellano · 6 years ago

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[The Rules of Exile] Rule No. 10 You Don't Get to Be My Last Great Whatever

Queen Catherine of Aragon was sent into exile because she had the nerve to be aging and menopausal. A popular legend in that particular histo-mythic cycle is that Henry sent her away (sometimes, with Cromwell to do his dirty work for him because that was the kind of stand up guy he's remembered as) without saying good bye. She was once married to his older brother Arthur in a castle in the wild but Arthur got sweating sickness and died. They were only married to each other for a short time. She then had her first encounter with exile where she lived somewhat modestly (again, accounts vary depending on the histo-mythic teller) and supposedly bargained for fish and sold her plate while her dad and her ex father in law dawdled over what to do with her. Her father was a war monger with a bunch of kids, he had no problem waiting. Her ex father in law held his country in a tight fist, he had been exiled so many times by his mother (Lady Margaret Beaufort) that he too could wait. Neither appeared to find this particularly cruel, and neither did a seasoned politico warrior like Lady M. Like . . .I get stressed out not knowing what's going to happen in a day while still being aware of certain potential outcomes. I don't know how stressful it is to not know what country you're going to live in and/or who you'll be married to. Queen Cat's ex father in law drops dead and she is married off to Henry for almost twenty years when she receives the message, u had too many ded babies, lulz. super soz. going 2 marry anne bc babies + she is way hot. she will only put out if i put a ring on it. thx for nearly twenty years of marriage! Best of luck or whatever. Or, you know, no message past whatever Cromwell tried to piece together. Whatever the medieval royal equivalent of dipping out of a pack of cigs was.

She died in exile a little into Queen Anne's reign, with only a few of her ladies and servants. Sometimes the wheel (of fortune) is in your favor, sometimes it's not. It was for a long time for Queen Cat, but then she never planned for Queen Anne. Partly because I don't think anyone, even someone who had headed a battle with Scotland like Queen Cat did, could have planned for Queen Anne.

Sometimes, the hardest part of exile is the people we have been exiled from. Either by our choice or theirs (sometimes both). Parents, siblings, friends, lovers, spouses, family, whole courts if you are particularly un/lucky and everyone else is either on the other person's side because they tell a better version of your story than you do or you weren't much beloved to begin with or the other person has too much power over the others for them to rise up for you. Even Mary, Queen of Scots usually couldn't get the North (of England) to rise up for her and she was hella glam and hella Catholic (appealing traits to her target demo).

There is nothing more painful than this part of exile, Sister Queens. It's too soon for revenge because you will not be thoughtful enough or have the means to plan that properly. Your heart is a wasteland and everywhere you go, you know everyone knows something about you but you can only guess at what. During this time often, your position at court has been forfeited, your rank and title is called into question along with your deeds and those still associated with you, your goods are often seized and people now consider if they would like to associate with you because they will be associated with you. This has ever been the struggle, even in this modern life as (often) landless Queens - at work, in your family life, in your social circles, in your creative life and in your spiritual life. A boss has turned against you, a break up that causes a fracture in your circles, side choosing over social issues, scandal and gossip that you were involved in. To bring it down real low (like reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllll low), Vicki on Real Housewives of the OC is currently in exile due to her exboyfriend Brooks who was involved in a cancer scandal that she was at the very least, complicit in. In turn, I'm positive that she was not only exiled from her realty television faux friends, but also likely saw repercussions in her business and in her professional career, at the very least. Possibly within her family and social groups as well because even though everyone knows reality television isn't particularly real, it's hard to know where that shred of truth in the lie resides.

How do you survive in that trying time when the people in your life are choosing alliances? How do you survive when a lover has played you false and now is flaunting their new whatever for all the world and you to see? How do you get through when you have been exiled from your coven? How do you go on when your coven exiles you? What do you do when an event or social group that once loved you has turned against you?

A note, to a Sister Queen who has recently felt the sting of exile from an ex-lover:

As you know, my thought process on these kinds of events are filtered through figuring out patterns and lessons and possible and probable outcomes because that's just so my world view. While I certainly take some time to reflect before moving on, I find that the Universe (with me) is generally like, Here's another whatever you just lost. Fuck that guy. So I'm at a point in life where I trust that will happen in a reasonable time frame. But another core part of me (besides grudgingly trusting in the Universe) is like, Fuck. You. You don't get to be my last whatever. You don't get that kind of power. You don't get that kind of power over me. I will replace you because I can replace everything and I will burn everything in the process if I have to. Every. Thing.

Obviously, if you know me at all, you know I value those in my life, but I also know that everything has a season blahblahblahturnwhatever. Everyone could die, everyone could leave, every relationship could break, every event could end, every group could break apart. So, like, when you know that and you've been through that a few times, you value what you have when you have it but you also have in the back of your head what you would do if you lost those things.

In terms of practical advice, I would suggest you branch out and try to find other events/groups/lovers/friends and to figure out what part you played in your own exile story (as that is a key factor) so you can mend what you can mend and move forward in a better direction with finding new wishes, hopes and dreams. Talk to trusted advisers for their opinions of the events that led to your exile, figure out a game plan to get yourself back to court or deeper into exile, whatever your preference. I will forever be Lady Jane Rochford to my complete despair, she managed to get exiled from court during Queen Anne due to being her sister in law (and testified against Anne and her brother George, claiming they were sleeping together, leaving them both beheaded) but when she was offered a position back at court two Queens later, she jumped at the chance and that's how she lost her head right alongside Queen Katherine (yes, another - this one was sixteen and sleeping with boys her own age, how dare she). I can't stay away from the game, not like Lady Mary did (Anne's sister, Henry's former mistress - she married a nobody and stayed in the countryside where it was safe and died of natural causes and possibly boredom). I am forever working my way back to court and onto better courts. If you read me, that's probably you too.

Fine, we have you settled into fixing your situation practically. Now let's get to the exciting part. The part that requires sorcery.

A Spell to Reclaim Your Queenship

Items needed:

Myrrh

Charcoal, lit

Fire safe container

Fresh flowers (either picked or bought)

Floral wire

Floral tape

String lights or electric candles

two bowls

Rose quartz crystals

handful of dried lavender

Chalice

Sacred liquid to drink

Salt water

a candle, offerings

Tarot deck

Potential goddesses: Your own goddesses (which include ancestors and spirits, obvi). a historic queen you admire, St. Elizabeth of Portugal, Mary Queen of Heaven, Diana

If you've ever bothered to read my book, you know that planning your ritual is key. Where will you have it? Why? What will you wear? Why? What day/time will you do it? Why? Who will you work with? Why? What does your crown mean to you? Why? What flowers are sacred to you? Why? What liquid is sacred to you? Why? Which Tarot deck will you use? Why? There are no wrong answers, only lazy answers. If you are not being lazy, you are not wrong. You know when you are being lazy.

Arrange your electric candles or string lights into a circle big enough for you to do your work. Pour salt water into one bowl. Arrange the lavender and rose quartz into the other bowl. Arrange your small shrine to your goddess(es) along with the candle and offering. Ask for her/their blessing to guide your hand during this work. Use words that are meaningful to you. Pour sacred liquid into chalice. Put the myrrh on the charcoal. Anoint yourself with the smoke. Wash your hands, your third eye and the top of your head in the salt water. Then, say:

I am Queen over my own body. My body is sacred. I am Queen over my own spirit. My spirit is sacred. I an Queen over my own mind. My mind is sacred. I am Queen over my own heart. My heart is sacred. I am Queen. I am sacred.

Start making your floral crown. If you are like me, you have literally spent more than half your life making them and have taught diy workshops on the matter. This is no big deal. If you're not like me, watch the Youtube video in the link and maybe do a practice one first. Spend the time making your crown singing songs that are meaningful to your Queenship, trancing or meditating on your Queenship.

Rest your crown over the bowl of rose quartz and lavender. Put your hands on your crown. Repeat:

Touch the crown to your navel, your heart, your throat and your forehead. Put the crown on your own head. Repeat:

Hold the chalice in your hands. Focus on what you want to bring to yourself. As a sacred Queen, I won't want for . . .(love, strength, compassion, abundance, and so forth)

Drink what's in the chalice. Thank your goddesses for their presence. Draw a Tarot card. That is your omen for your work. Reflect. Hang your crown over your bed and put the bowl of rose quartz and lavender next to or under your bed.

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Please feel free to share pictures of your work, thoughts about your work and aftermath of your work where ever you read this.

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Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 8

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart. Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus

We could have ended up having sex that night, but we didn’t. Instead, Jeffrey had to drive my drunk ass home (I basically polished off the whole bottle before the lights came on) and tuck me into bed before curling up beside me himself. I woke up the next morning from him throwing his heavy fucking arm over my stomach, causing me to jerk up and rush to my bathroom to hurl.

“You alright, hun? Need anything?” He called from the other side of the door, sleep heavy in his voice. I responded by heaving again, to which he replied, “Take that as some Tylenol,” with a chuckle. Once my guts were out of my stomach and my teeth were brushed, I stumbled, still half drunk, out of the bathroom and fell back into bed with him. He held out a glass of water and handed me four little pills. I downed them all, followed by the water, before setting myself up against the pillows next to him. “Sooo….” I started, finger picking at an invisible spec on the side of the glass. "Yup.“ He sighed, turning onto his side to face me, “You’re back to dealing with me again.”

A grin spread to my face as I sat the glass down and swatted him on the shoulder, “Ass.” "Go ahead, get it out of your system, pretty girl.“ He stuck his tongue out at me and I lunged forward to bite it. Jeffrey groaned in pleasure at the pain and gripped my hips to roll me over on top of him, deepening the kiss while doing so. His tongue pushed past my teeth and danced with mine, sucking on it in a teasing manner, coaxing a whimper from me as he tightened his grip on my waist. We kissed for what seemed like forever, making out like teenagers while rolling around in my sheets, both of us fighting for dominance over the other. He had just moved his lips down to my jaw and neck when we were interrupted by a loud knock coming from my front door. "You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” I grunted, retching myself out of his grasp with a loud huff and pulling myself from the bed to head to the source of the interruption. "I swear Jensen if that’s you I’m gonna-“ I pulled the door open to reveal Misha, bright smile on his face like it wasn’t 10:30 in the morning.

"Your smile is hurting my head. Stop it.” I grumbled as I walked away from the door, leaving it open for him to enter and close it behind him. "Goooood Morning, Sleepy head,“ He sang, bouncing around me like a woodland creature, "How was yourrrr evening?” "She drank an entire bottle of Crown” came Jeffrey’s rasp from the doorway of the bedroom, scaring the shit out of Misha. Holding his hand to his chest in surprise before recovering, he said, “Ha! Well, sounds like her. I wondered if I’d find you here, Jeff. Jensen’s been trying to call you both.” "Phone’s dead.“ We both said in unison, earning us a suspicious grin from Misha. "Sure. Okay. Anyways, he sent me over to check. Now that I’ve checked, who wants to go to breakfast?” Misha was bouncing around my kitchen at this point, opening and closing my refrigerator repeatedly. I showered and changed into a pair of yoga pants and a slouchy crop top, threw my hair into a messy bun and avoided looking in the mirror as I wiped the remaining mascara from under my eyes. Misha commented on how shitty I looked as I pushed on a pair of flip flops and grabbed my keys. “Just for that, you’re paying, dick bag” I said as I locked my door. "I’ll pay for whatever you want, baby" Misha teased before he smacked my ass playfully, earning him raised eye brows from Jeffrey and a glare from me as we exited the building. Surprisingly Misha allowed Jeffrey the passenger seat as we crawled into my car. "So, Ky, me and Vicky had a question for you,“ Misha started, learning forward between the two seats from the back. I sighed, “yes, Misha, I will show you how to eat your wife’s pussy again,” teasingly patting his head without looking away from the road. He smirked while raising an eyebrow, nudging Jeffrey’s shoulder “you think you can handle this one, old man?” Jeffrey quirked a dom eye brow of his own before bringing a hand down on my thigh with a smack, “I think I’ll be alright, Collins” I glared at him through the corner of my eye before shifting my gaze expectedly to Misha through the mirror. "Its looking like this is gonna be the last year for Gish, girl.“ he sighed, finally getting to the point. "What?!” I exclaimed, turning slightly in my seat towards him. "I knowww, but I just don’t have time for it anymore. Neither does Vick. So, we were hoping, since you were there at the start, you’d be apart of the finish” Misha let his gummy grin show while he tilted his head lovingly. Jeffrey squeezed my thigh for encouragement. I huffed a fallen piece of hair out my eyes. “Fine” I said with a roll of my eyes as I pulled into the restaurant. "Yippee!“ Misha rejoiced, leaping forward to kiss my cheek dramatically, rewarding him with another look from Jeff.

Breakfast consisted of me downing 4 Bloody Mary’s before the food ever even got ordered, earning me looks from the server as well as Jeff and Misha. Once the food came, in between stuffing his face with pancake and eggs, Misha and I discussed the plan for the final Gish season and what he wanted to achieve with it. Naturally, we both wanted it to be the biggest and best since the beginning, with the best winners trip and prizes. We set up a conference call with Darius and the rest of the Gish team for the following week and were discussing new item ideas when I felt Jeffrey’s hand on my thigh under the table, earning him my attention away from the conversation. "Look at you, I told you you could get back in it.” he chuckled, beaming at me with pride. I gave him a small nod and adverted my eyes to the plate in front of me and picked at a piece of strawberry. "She actually thought she didn’t do any good in the world, Mish. Can you believe that?“ Jeffrey continued before taking a sip of his coffee. “Said her work was ‘no big deal’” "The greatest scavenger hunt the world has ever seen is no big deal, eh squirt?“Misha feigned offence as he clutched his hand to his chest. I rolled my eyes. "I’m not that big of a part of it, guys. I just help” "Not this time, girl. I’m going to be so busy with conventions and filming that you and Darius are gonna be doing a lot of the grunt work. Which brings me our next question.“ He took a sip of his own coffee as his eyes flicked to Jeff for a second while I squinted my own lids at him with my straw in my mouth, "I’m going to be needing an assistant.” "That’s not a question, Dmitri” I popped my eyebrow up in suspicion, already guessing at his ‘question’ "Yes or no? You know you want to. Plus, I hear Jeff is doing some conventions with us this year.“ He tilted his head towards Jeffrey who nodded in confirmation, hopeful look in his eye. I glanced between the both of them as I sucked the rest of the liquid through my straw, “You two are teaming up on me, aren’t you?” "What? Me? No” Misha said over dramatically while Jeff took to whistling a tune while adverting his eyes around the room. I sighed. “Let me think about it. Get me another drink.” I ordered.

Of course I said yes, and by the end of the month I had quit the club, packed all my stuff, and Misha moved me out to L.A as soon as Gen had Odette. Misha had paid for me a little one bedroom studio apartment near his house and even let me pick out my own furniture. I spent my first two weeks there helping him and Darius sort through submissions and setting up the registry, helping Vicky with the children so she could fulfill her own responsibilities with everything, and generally getting used to the complete and sudden change in my life. Everyone at the club was upset that I was leaving, and Andy himself promised that anytime I wanted to come back that my promotion was still guaranteed. Leaving Dallas was bittersweet but there was something about being so far away from everything that had happened was calming and peaceful. Working for Misha was easy, especially since he had always been one of my really close friends since the day that I had met him. Rob of course was in the same city as well and the first week there he helped me unpack everything and took me out to show me around all his favorite places in the city. Jensen was proud that I had taken the job, as him and Jared and the girls always encouraged me to continue on with Gishwhes, it had always been Anthony that didn’t allow it. He had hated the idea of me doing anything but worshiping him. Jeffrey and I talked every day again, mostly through texts but he did manage to call me almost every night. He was on a convention tour for all of April and May, May being when I would be on tour with Misha. We had to miss his birthday but he was scheduled for appearances at 3 cons that Misha would be attending, plus one that would be in Los Angeles the only weekend Misha and I had before heading to Vancouver for filming to start there and Jeff would be heading back to Georgia for The Walking Dead. We hadn’t seen each other since he left 2 days after Jensen’s birthday, and I couldn’t help but notice how frustrated my heart was making me feel.

"I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, Gorgeous.“ He rasped into the phone the night before Misha and I’s flight to the first convention they had together, “Feels like it’s been forever,” "2 months tomorrow, Mr. J” I confirmed as I lay sprawled over my couch, TV playing idly in the background. "Never again, I’m not going this long ever again,“ He grumbled, squirming around in his hotel bed. He was scheduled for an early call for V.I.P preview Thursday where as Misha was just Friday through Sunday. "I’m sure your over exaggerating, hun. Go find a fan-girl.” I teased, ignoring the ache in my chest that was my feelings for him. "Pffft" he spat with a chuckle “You know you’re my girl, right?” My heart pinged at his words and I was speechless momentarily. I quickly recovered and cloaked my anxiety, “I bet you say that to everyone.” “Just you wait and see, little girl. Just wait” he chuckled with an asphalt tone. “Wait and see what, Mr. J?” I grinned, my own voice altering slightly. "Don’t do that to me, now, woman. Not the time,“ he scolded, but I could hear the smile in his tone. “You’re in bed, aren’t you?” I giggled, seductiveness still light on my tongue. "I’m not in bed with you, though, tease,“ He groaned, rutting himself against his mattress.

I was still half asleep as I guided an equally exhausted Misha through the maze of hotel hallways towards the greenroom by the hand. Our flight had landed at 5:30 in the morning in Phoenix and we had to wait for an our before our driver was able to locate the correct terminal to pick us up in. By the time we actually got to the hotel there was no time for even a nap, so we had both quickly found our room to shower and change. I had been able to muster the energy to make myself presentable, since I was going to be seeing Jeffrey. I had braided my now platinum blonde tresses (the purple had eventually faded enough it toned my whole head almost white.) into low pig tails, paired with simple black winged eyeliner and lashes with dark lipstick. I wore my oversized black Always Keep Fighting shirt and a pair of shorts with my high-top Chuck’s. I finally was able to locate the correct doorway and pulled us both in, Misha immediately collapsing by into Jensen’s sleeping arms on the couch closest to the door. It was barely 8 am and everyone was still half dead. I was pouring myself a cup of hotel coffee when I felt his long arms wrap themselves around my waist, accompanied by his scruffy beard nuzzling into its favorite place on my neck. "Too long.” He rasped, us both inhaling each others’ scent at the same time. I leaned back into his chest as I sat the cup of coffee on the table in front of me before raising a hand to his neck to hold him in place. He placed gentle kisses all over my neck before turning me in his arms to face him. He looked down at me for a moment as I raised myself to my tip-toes and pulled him to my lips. He squeezed me tight as I parted my mouth, his brows furrowing into the sensation of having our arms around each other finally. He couldn’t help digging his fingernails into the exposed skin around my waist as I whimpered at the taste of his tongue. I’m pretty sure we could have stayed like that all day if it hadn’t been for Rob clearing his throat behind us, trying to get to the coffee maker. "Glad to see you two are on better terms,“ He teased with a giggle, taking the cup I had started working on and finishing it the way I liked it for me before working on his own. I took the cup from his hand with a smile before leaning over to kiss him on his cheek in hello. "We’re getting a long a lot better you could say, Rob” I replied with a raised eyebrow. Jeffrey threw an arm over my shoulder and bent down to nuzzle his scruff into my temple with a scrunched nose, earning another laugh from Rob as we walked over towards the couches. Jensen had finally stirred and was sitting upright now as we approached, rubbing his eyes, with Misha’s head in his lap, the man still deep in sleep. "Good to see you, bubz” I said, leaning over to kiss his head before falling onto the couch into Jeffrey’s arms. With a shake if his head he huffed, “you two are stupid.” “You’re stupid” I retorted, nuzzling closer to Jeff. A young brunette girl with a volunteer shirt poked in her head into the room, “Hey guys, Misha’s morning panel starts in 20 minutes. Mr. Morgan, you have photo ops at the same time.” "Thanks, sweetie" Jeffrey replied, making the poor girl blush a bright red before she could duck out and hide. I pried myself out of Jeff’s arms and headed back to the coffee maker, knowing Misha would need some strong tea if they planned on him not being a total ass to the fans. Jared stumbled in and threw himself onto Misha, causing the sleeping man to jerk awake suddenly with a yelp "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty" Jensen sang as he ruffled the mans hair while Jared dug around for a comfy spot. "10 more minutes" he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around Jared’s back. I rolled my eyes. "Mish, wake up, you have a panel soon.“ I warned, leaning over to knock his head with the palm of my hand. His eyes fluttered open and his brows furrowed in irritation as he looked at me. "Meh” he whined, finally re-positioning Jared in order to climb out from underneath him. I extended his tea out, which he accepted with a sigh. "So who are you gonna be following around today, Ky, your boss or your boyfriend?“ Jensen snickered, taking a sip from his own cup of coffee. Jeffrey and I both tensed at the word, neither of us had discussed what we actually were yet. Sure, he had referred to me as his girl, and the pictures from the airport at New Years were still circulating around the internet, but nothing had been set in stone. Of course I hadn’t even been interested in anyone else, despite my flirtatious nature. I craned my head up to look at Jeff, and he looked down to me with a small smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Thankfully Misha cut in with his own agenda, "I actually need her with me for my panel, gonna be talking about Gish and stuff” He explained with a nod of his head before taking another deep swig of tea. “You’re not gonna pull me up on stage, are you?” I whined. “Possibly.”

An hour later I found myself sitting on a bar stool next to Misha. On stage. "Um, I have a question for Kylin, I love that your doing Gish this year. What are your goals that you want to accomplish with the last hunting season?“ A teenage girl had asked, referring to the scavenger hunt.

"Awh, Thank you! Well, Random Acts and Gish have always set out to accomplish great things. My goal is to make this season the best ever and have the name live on through ya’ll. Ya’ll are the ones that make this happen. Sure, Misha, Darius, and I and the other volunteers put literal blood sweat and tears into it, but it is you, the participants, that make it what it is. I want this last hunt to inspire everyone to continue to make a difference. To have people come up to me in 20 years and say 'Thank you, Random Acts and Gishwhes made me who I am today.’ That’s my goal for this season, and so far, it seems like we’re gonna crush it.” I smiled to the fan as everyone applauded. Misha wrapped an arm around me and leaned his head into my shoulder.

"Not many people know this, but Kylin helped create Minion Stimulus, the original Random Acts, when she was just 17. She was apart of the first Gish event in 2011. She was the one who inspired me to continue doing it when I felt like we were failing. This girl right here,“ He tightened his grip around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head, “Is truly amazing, and I’m so thankful to have her back with me for the final go around. Her and Vick spend literally 18 hours a day between the two of them going over registration, items, ideas, submissions, everything, they literally do everything, to make this the best it possibly can. I am so thankful.” Tears had begun to well up in his eyes, causing my own to spring forward as he pulled me in for another hug. The crowd cheered again and I waved once more before saying good bye and ducking back behind the curtain. Rob and Rich both had been listening and engulfed me in hugs, followed by Briana and Ruthie who accompanied me back to the greenroom so I could wait on Jeff. "I’m jealous, love. Look at him.“ Ruth nodded to the couch where I hadn’t noticed Jeff had been sitting. He was staring at me with that smirk on his face and I couldn’t help the heat rising to my neck. I giggled as I left her side to skip to where Jeffrey sat, flopping down beside him. He wrapped his arm behind the back of my seat and wound his finger around a piece of hair as he looked down at me. "You’re amazing, you know that?” He drawled lowly, his voice raising goosebumps as I shook my head. “Whatever” I argued, "I listened to what you said, girl, don’t play coy with me.“ He chuckled as he brought his nose to my ear, "I know better.” I scoffed lightly at him while looking at my hands in my lap. I could tell he rolled his eyes as he moved his hand to crook a finger under my chin to force me to look at him. “You’re amazing.” he repeated, kissing my cheek, “You’re passionate.” He moved my face to kiss the other cheek. “You’re inspiring.” He kissed my forehead. "And I can’t believe you’re mine“ he growled in half a whisper, making my heart spasm before leaning in to finally kiss my lips. "I am?” I asked meekly, my breath faltering as I met his eyes. "If you’ll have me.“ He said, leaning back to lace his hand that wasn’t wrapped around me into my fingers. I looked into his eyes as I let his words sink into my soul. I could feel myself falling for him, slowly but surely, and it was slightly overwhelming. The feeling of safety I felt when I was with him was undeniable, and I had never had anyone besides my family try to encourage me the way he did. No one, not even my family, took the time out of their day, every day, to check on me, but Jeffrey did. He knew I was broken and hurt and fragile and crazy and he still wanted to be apart of my life. At the same time though I was terrified. Terrified of him realizing that I’m not all that I’m cracked up to be, of how truly broken I believed I still was, and of attempting to be apart of his life. I knew his world was busy and he was constantly somewhere new, around thousands of beautiful women with established careers who were prettier, nicer, more mature, and better suited to fit him. The idea of him getting tired of me flashed across my mind as I looked down to stare at our hands. What if he saw what Anthony saw, the stupid immature girl who cried over everything and couldn’t do anything right? He must have seen the scenarios playing out across my face because he leaned his face back against mine, his scruff pressing against my cheek as he rasped into my ear, "Stop overthinking. Let’s just have some fun.” I smiled weakly at him and nodded as he moved his lips away from my ear to give me another kiss on the mouth before pressing his forehead to mine. I sighed, trying to get my emotions in check. "There she is! I figured I would find you two here.“ Misha bellowed as he suddenly entered the room, followed by Rich, Rob, and Matt. "Hey guys,” I said, looking up to greet everyone as they piled themselves around us. "Ky, you’re gonna sing tonight at karaoke right?“ Rob questioned as he sat criss-cross on the floor in front of me. "Errr. No. Why would I do that?” I scrunched my face "Because you have the voice of a fucking angel?“ Rich interjected, pointing at me as he joined Rob. "You hiding something from me, sweetheart?” Jeffrey chuckled, squeezing my shoulder “No. I just only sing in the shower.” I excused "Bullshit. She’s sang during SNS before a few years ago. Fans loved her. Some said she even sings better then Jay.“ Rob explained. "Well then, darlin’ you’re gonna have to let me hear you.” Jeffrey grinned as he watched the blush creep up my neck to my ears. I sighed again, defeated.

Later that night I was standing in Ruth’s hotel room while her and Kim tied me into my corset. "I can’t believe I’m being forced to do this.“ I muttered as Ruth threw her knee into my back and pulled on the cords. "Shut the hell up, lady, suck it in!” Kim encouraged while laughing her ass off. "Your boobs are being ridiculous. Jesus. There. Done.“ Ruth huffed as she finished tying the knot in the back. I looked in the mirror, pleased at my appearance despite my nervousness. The theme had been Henry the VIII and his wives, and all the ladies of the cast and myself were dressed in suffocating corsets and long skirts and crowns. Kim and myself had fake blood donning our necks, symbolizing Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard. Once everyone was in costume we stood in front of the mirror taking selfies until someone banged on the door. "Ya’ll better hurry it up, ladies! The party’s starting!” I heard Richard call from the other side as I reached for the knob and wretched it open. "Jesus, Kylin, don’t you look delicious” Richard smirked as he licked his lips, eyes immediately focusing on my chest squished into the tiny purple bodice. He was dressed in a pair of tights with a cod piece and a fluffy medieval coat. I rolled my eyes, “We’re coming.” The girls and I all squished into the elevator, which was difficult due to our petticoats and skirts all dragging behind us. Richard ushered us all out of the lift and whisked us to the entrance of backstage, over to where all the men of the cast had congregated. I was speaking with Brianna about her pretty crown when I felt his presence against my back. Bri’s eyes flicked behind me and a smirk caught her lips as she dramatically bowed, still focused on the man who had wrapped a strong arm around my waist. “Your highness.” She quipped as she lifted herself up from her curtsy. "Queens" his gravel voice trailed its way down my neck and into my spine as I turned to face him. He was dressed in worn leather and chain-mail, an out fit similar to the one I had seen on my brother during an episode of the show. He wore a crown with fake jewels on his head, and looked like the definition of a King. He of course, was playing the role of Henry VIII, and my knees went weak as his gaze drifted from my own crown down to where my cleavage heaved its way out of the top of the corset. A growl mumbled out of his mouth as he squeezed me closer and leaned down to kiss me. "Enough of that.“ Jensen grumbled as he reached for my arm to tug me away, “The shows about to start, get it together.” I rolled my eyes at him as Jeffrey laced his fingers into mine and shot me a look that said we would be continuing later. Rob and Rich started the show, and pretty soon we were all on stage laughing and dancing with the fans.

Jeffrey and I had never discussed how we were going to act in front of the public, and I really hadn’t thought about having to be in front of the fans at all, even after starting to work for Misha. I had always always managed to stay out of the way of the cameras and fans, but here we were in front of hundreds of people. He didn’t go over board, but did dance behind me the entire time with his hand in my hip, the fingers on the side not facing the crowd digging in enough to leave bruises. He would rasp the the lyrics he knew to whatever song would be playing and we laughed and laughed, and danced and drank until we couldn’t anymore. His eyes went wide when Robbie and I belted out the words to the song one of the girls had picked, earning him a slap on the shoulder and a laugh from Jensen. He said something into Jeff’s ear that I couldn’t make out, but Jeff nodded feverously with a grin in response, eyes darting to me in excitement. The feeling in my gut told me my brother was planning something, but I knew by now to not try to figure it out, so I just let it slip my mind with the distraction that was the party. Once everyone had gotten back to the hallway where are rooms are located, Misha drunkenly approached Jeff and I, who were equally wasted, and clasped his arms on each of our shoulders. "I'mma need you to take the little one tonight, Jeffy.“ He slurred tiredly, "Gotta call my woman.” Creation Ent. had suckily placed me in the same room as Misha, while everyone else got their own rooms, stating that it was cost efficient and they didn’t know I was coming when they did booking. 'Whatever’ "I think I can handle that, Collins,“ He grinned as he tightened his grip where our fingers were laced together and winked at me. I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at Misha as he ducked away from us to bolt ahead to our room. He slipped the key card in and with a two finger salute he rushed in and closed the door with out giving me the time to speak up. As happy as I was to be around Jeffrey, as ecstatic as I was that he called me his, I was still nervous about the idea of what might happen being finally alone in a hotel room with him. Sure, we’d rutted around on each other at the club two months prior but after that everything had been put on the back burner. It’s not like I’d been with anyone else, not including the attack. Which was another thing that heightened my anxiety to the point where my palm started sweating in Jeffrey’s as we walked down the long corridor towards his room. "Something on your mind, sweet pea?” He asked when he noticed me worrying my lip and staring at the way my heavy skirt swayed as we stepped. I snapped out of my trance instantly, “Huh? Oh, nothing,” He gave me a sideways glance with a knowing smile on his lips, but let it drop as we approached his room number. He pulled out the key and slid it before opening the door wide for me to enter first, “M’ Queen” he drawled with a small bow and a smile. "Your Majesty” I giggled, giving a curtsy myself before walking past him and the through the door frame. We kicked off our shoes immediately, both of us letting out a sigh at the relief. I pulled my hair to the side and attempted to work at getting the knot behind me attached to my corset before Jeffrey stopped me. “Here, let me help.” My nerves instantly shot right back up into my throat as I felt him behind me, fingers working the tangle of cord apart. I grasped my chest with both hands to keep it in place as he undid the laces while slowly leaning down to let his beard brush against my bare shoulder. I closed my eyes and tilted my neck for him, enjoying the way the scruff always felt. I opened my eyes when he was finished with the strings and started to turn me around to face him. He reached for the front bottom of the corset that I held against my chest and pulled it away from me, leaving me bare against him in nothing but the deep burgundy gowns skirts. My breathing hitched and my chest heaved as I looked up to him to see his dark brown eyes grow incredibly darker. "So gorgeous.“ He rasped as he let his hands run up my rib cage to my shoulder blades, then back down the curvature of my back. My hands were resting on the chain-mail on his chest and I lifted it up to find it was connected to the hem of the shirt he was wearing. Frowning slightly, I lifted that up too until he pulled it off his shoulders.

"Mmmm” I sighed as my lips quivered against his bare flesh for a moment, pressing myself against him to feel his skin. He wasted no time reattaching his hands to me as he lead me backwards towards the bed. He laid me down, kicking the pants he’d been wearing off as he did so, leaving him in just his black boxers. My lip continued to shiver as he laid wet open mouth kisses to my stomach and his hands ran up my legs under the layered skirts, pushing me further onto the bed up to the pillows. He created multiple wet spots up my stomach to my chest with his mouth, my hands grasping at the skin of his biceps and shoulder as he sucked hickies into my flesh. He moved one hand off my thigh and out of my skirt to bring it to my right breast as his lips enclosed around the nipple of my left. I couldn’t stop the whine that escaped my throat as my back arched into him, seemingly on instinct. He squeezed my thigh harder where his hand was as he lifted my leg to hook around his waist, pushing the fabric up on my stomach as he ground down against the white lace and cotton that was my panties. He pulled his face away and lifted off of me back onto his haunches to run his hands up my thighs again, growling as he pushed my skirt up further to reveal the wet-stained fabric beneath. His hungry eyes darted to mine for a second before he dove back forward to wedge his face into my neck, sucking and biting his way around me as he dug his extremely hard center into my core. I was a moaning, whimpering mess when he finally snaked a hand behind my back to work at the zipper of the gown, pulling it enough to be able to get the skirts over my hips and onto the floor. We were flush against each other now, save for underwear, and I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began as we rutted our bodies up against each other and shifted our hips with every groan. He eventually couldn’t stand it anymore, I don’t think, because drifted his lips back down and hooked his fingers on my waistband and kissed the flesh being revealed as he pulled them down. I ran one shaking hand through my own hair and the other through Jeffrey’s as he looked up at me from the most vulnerable position someone had had me in in months. He must have sensed my nerves because he slowly started planting kisses anywhere his mouth could reach, avoiding the more intimate areas until the last possible second. He used his fingers to gently pull apart my folds before lowering his eyes to it, a low indescribable vibration coming from his throat as he did so. I sucked in a breath as the heat in between my legs shot sparks through my eyes, blurring the vision of him as he finally stuck his tongue out and rolled it against my clit. "Fuck" I grunted as my nails dug into his scalp, earning me a moan from him that sent vibrations through the heat that stopped my breath. He continued to roll his mouth around my wetness as I writhed below him, his hands rubbing my body and massaging my breasts, never staying in the same place for too long. He was exploring, I could tell, and with every caress I found a new way he drove me wild. "Don’t stop, please,“ I begged as I felt the tingling sensation I was chasing grow and grow as he lapped his tongue with twists and turns around my heat. His strong hands were gripping my hips now, attempting to hold me in place as the final strands of composure were cut and I slipped over the edge. My body bucked up against his face as the pleasure took over my ability to control it. He moved one hand lower and rubbed a finger through my folds, pushing into me with the intent to prolong my orgasm. That’s not what happened. Pain seared through me as I let out a scream of agony, all pleasurable sensations wiped out by the burn that spread through me suddenly. He quickly retracted from me as I pulled myself away from him at the same time, sealing my legs shut and pulling my knees against my chin as I cowered against the headboard. "Oh god, Ky, I’m so sorry,” He apologized instantly, guilt splayed across his face as he reached for me. I cowered again, away from his touch, and he retreated with a sigh, knowing I needed space for a second. He sat cross legged on the bed with his head in his hands, silently beating the shit out of himself for pushing me too far. The burning slowly died and I blinked through the tears a few times to regain my focus. I looked to him, sitting as far away on the bed as possible, and broke down. 'How is he supposed to be with me when I’m this broken? What’s wrong with me? I can’t even do that right anymore?’ I was so busy in my own thoughts that I jumped again when I finally saw him move in front of me, he had stood up to pick up my panties and one of his shirts for me. With a nervous hand I took them from him as he sat back down on the edge of the other side of the bed. I slipped the clothes on quickly before curling back up in my former position. "I’m sorry.“ It was me who was apologizing now, squeaked out through a broken sob. He instantly turned his head to me with a confused look on his face, brows furrowed, “What?” "I’m sorry I’m so broken I can’t even have you touch me the way you want to.“ I whispered before choking again. He pushed his hand out on the bed slowly, offering it to me, "Darlin’, this is not your fault. I’m sorry I pushed you. I should have never done that, and I for damn sure wasn’t trying to hurt you.” I looked from his hand to his face as tears seemed to pick their ways into his irises. “Hold me?” It came out of my mouth as a whimper. He scooped me into his arms before I could blink, holding me close against him as he moved the blanket and sheet back and curled us both up underneath it. I pawed at his chest, nuzzling into his neck like a kitten as my tears finally dried. He cradled my head as he placed gentle, loving kisses into my hair as he slowed his own heart rate to the sound of mine. “Thank you, Jeffrey.” I whispered as I breathed in his calming scent. “Anytime, Sweetheart.”

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useyourrwords · 6 years ago

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Month Ahead // Writers Week, Comedy & Too Much To Do – March

March Madness has begun and I am tired.

I am also in a lot of pain while writing this because cramps and I forgot to bring the medication my doctor gave me for them to work so that’s just fucking greeeeeaaaaaaat.

Is that too much information? absolutely! Do I care? Fuck no!

I’m in too much pain to care. The only reason I’m writing this now is because 1. I’m running out of time to write it before it’s meant to go up and 2. It’s distracting me from the pain…. well not really but I need to keep my mind busy otherwise I’ll sit here with my forehead on the desk and then security will probably ask if I’m okay and I don’t really feel like having that conversation right now.

But telling strangers on the internet???? That’s fine. I just can’t wait to go home and drink my cramp tea and play with my baby nephew.

So this month is gonna be crazy. It’s already been crazy to be honest and it’s only just begun!

This was meant to go up on Tuesday night but life happened and there was no way I was gonna be able to do anything on Monday or Tuesday let alone write a post about the month to come when it has already been shit.

Honestly how many keys do I wanna add at this point????

Monstrous March

Monstrous March is the topic for this month at Devour Your TBR.

It’s about the creepy books, the ones that give you chills. You can go with either thrillers, horrors, spooky reads.. Whatever you think fits “monstrous”!

TBR

│The Dream Thieves│The Raven Cycle #2│Maggie Stiefvater│

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I was going to read this for Fantastic February last month but I ran out of time so I’m continuing it this month.

│Skylarks│Karen Gregory│

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I’ve only just started this and it seems good so far, great talk about poverty!

│The Surface Breaks│Lousie O’Neill│

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This is so far brilliant but of course it is, it’s Louise O’Neill after all.

│The Female of the Species│Mindy McGinnis│

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This has been on my bookshelf for like 2+ years and I am finally gonna pick it up!!! Thanks to Vicky’s @ Vicky Who Reads review of the same author’s book Heroine, I new I needed to finally read this one and with it coinciding with Monstrous March for Devour Your TBR I knew it was the perfect time!

│Sharp Objects│Gillian Flynn│

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I watched the TV series for this and IT WAS SO FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!!

With Monstrous March, now it’s time to read the book!

│Blue Lily, Lily Blue│The Raven Cycle #3│Maggie Stiefvater│

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I might read this if I get to it this month but it’s definitely on the back burner because I’m worried if I just read only this series all the books will meld together and I’ll get sick of the world and I do not want that to happen!

│Truly Devious│Truly Devious #1│Maureen Johnson│

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This month I’ve also added audiobooks to the mix!

I finally got a sport arm band phone case thing so I can listen to audiobooks while I’m doing housework or shopping or just running around!

I’ve signed up for Audible so if you have any recommendations PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!

I started this one while I was washing the car and it’s going to take me a little while to get used to paying close attention and not going on thought tangents but hopefully it all goes well and I’m able to get even more reading time!

│Khutulun│tatterhood│Agnodice│Te Puea Herangi│Moremi Ajasoro│Sybil Ludington│Kurmanjan Datka│Andamana│Mary Seacole│Florence Nightingale│Gráinne “Grace O’Malley” Ni Mháille│Rejected Princesses│Jason Porath│

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│Empress Xi Ling Shi│Hatsheput│Agnodice│Trung Trӑc & Trung Nhi│Fatima Al-Fihri│Bygone Badass Broads│Mackenzi Lee│

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Structured TBR Pass or Fail?

│Must Read:

6/5│

1/1│

0/0│

4/2│

7/3│

10/10│

5/5│

│Allowances:

1/1│

0/0│

1/1│

Haul

│Barbed Wire Heart│Tess Sharpe│

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This is currently on Netgalley as read now and I loved Sharpe’s Far From You so I had to get it!

Past Grey Reads

Book Review // Everything Leads To You – A Quite Love Story

Book Review // Girl Made of Stars – I Am Broken

Grey Reads // Everything’s On Fire and I Couldn’t Be Happier – Girls of Paper and Fire

TBW

│The Bold Type│Season 2│

│2017│

Sarah Watson│

Katie Stevens, Aisha Dee, Meghann Fahy│

So I kinda finished this one this week and now I have to wait for season 3 next month!

│Brooklyn Nine-Nine│Season 6│

│2013│

Daniel J. Goor, Michael Schur│

Andre Braugher, Andy Samberg, Stephanie Beatriz│Watching weekly episodes│

I’m hoping to keep up to date with this one.

│RuPaul’s Drag Race│Season 11│

│2009│

RuPaul│

RuPaul, Michelle Visage│Watching weekly episodes│

I’m so excited for this season! Miss Vanjie is bringing the goods already and I am here for it.

Also Boy Brooke Lyn Heights looks like pre-sobriety Mike The Situation from Jersey Shore and I can’t unsee it.

│I Am The Night│Season 1│

│2019│

Patty Jenkins│

Chris Pine, India Eisley, Jefferson Mays│

I’m a lot behind but I want to finish this now that all the episodes are out!

│The Umbrella Academy│Season 1│

│2019│

Jeremy Slater│

Ellen Page, Tom Hopper, David Castañeda │

Ideally I will actually get around to watching past the first episode but we’ll see.

│Russian Doll│Season 1│

│2019│

Leslye Headland, Natasha Lyonne, Amy Poehler│

Natasha Lyonne, Charlie Barnett, Greta Lee│

I wanna get past episode 2.

│Sex Education│Season 1│

│2019│

Laurie Nunn│

Asa Butterfield, Gillian Anderson, Emma Mackey│

So my coworker will not stop telling me to watch this because she knows it’s exactly my kind of show but I keep telling her I’m too busy. Well this week I finished it.

I highly doubt I’m going to get to all these but it’s a plan.

Past Grey Watches

Grey Watches // I Wanna Bone Jude Law and Kate Winslet – The Holiday

Grey Watches // It Has To Be A Shit Show – A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding

Grey Watches // I Hate It So Much I Love It – A Christmas Prince

Goals

Get my mental health plan

Book a therapy session

I have to wait until April ahhhhhhhh

Get a massage from mum

Try and take a mental health day

Try and take a mental health day later in the month

Keep my shit together—So far, not so good

Start journaling

Quit soft drink—I didn’t buy any this week, instead I got flavoured sparkling water because that’s the only way I like sparkling water.

Start floor exercises—I keep adding this and never get around to it.

Try and read 5 books

Don’t waste all my time on The Sims—Also not doing great on this one already

Go to Writers Week

Uhhhh, I Got In A Car Accident

So Adelaide Writers Week started on Saturday the 2nd and I got my first in person book signing on Saturday which was amazing!!!

And Sunday I went for the full day and it was even better!!! Found a very funny New Zealand Author and discovered a popular Australian fantasy author is uhh…kinda boring but it was still a great day out!

Then I was on my way for another full day of Writers Week on Monday and I got into a car accident. I’m okay, as far as I know everyone else was okay but of course this has made my anxiety spike big time and the lack of communication in all areas surrounding the accident have only made it so much worse. My mum has been a god send and helped me A LOT.

So I was catching the bus this week and public transport is something that can also trigger my anxiety (particular if people I talk to me or touch me). I did really well and didn’t have any bus induced anxiety attacks! I got extra reading in and I’ve decided to start catching the bus now to and from work every day but my shopping day so save money on petrol and parking and also help with lessening the wear and tear on my new car.

My mum got me a knew car since I can’t afford to buy another one and she needs me to have a car to make her life easier. we found basically the exact same car as my old one but it’s a different colour and has way less Kms on the clock! Unfortunately after we bought it today it broke down while I was at Costco getting petrol before work!!!

Ended up needing to get a new battery and just made it to work on time and didn’t cry even though I really wanted to.

So that was the reason why I didn’t post on Tuesday. I feel like that’s a pretty good excuse.

I’m trying to stay positive, especially since I have the Daniel Sloss show to look forward to this month but man it’s really hard when all you wanna do is cry and everything seems to be going wrong and I’m still dealing with the mess of my name change!

Past Month Ahead

Month Ahead // December – I Already Hate It

Month Ahead // Happy Birthday To Me + Hiatus Announcement – January

February Ahead // I’m Finally Going To Read The Raven Cycle Series & It’s Black History Month + A Great Resource for Education!!!!!

I am trying y’all.

What are you doing this month? What are you reading? What are you watching?

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for-narry · 8 years ago

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On its Way to Sunrise

Summary: Niall Horan is a single father who works at a shitty gas station and Harry’s the cute professor who comes in for coffee.

Chapter 2/?

In his final year of secondary school, Niall was father: first, student: second. Starting his final year a few months after everyone else and father to a two month old baby, his life had changed; no longer a mirror image to the other seventeen year olds riding the bus with him each day.

It wasn’t a secret, not by a long shot, by the time he returned to school just about everybody and their moms’ knew. Niall was the “youngest Horan boy” who got “Sarah’s daughter, Mary, pregnant” at seventeen. At Sunday Mass, three weeks after Eoghan’s birth, Niall entered with a sleeping baby and an engraved green bag with Eoghan’s name on it. Head bowed down and a quick pace, he sat beside his family who’d arrived ten minutes before him (they weren’t going to be late just because of Niall) and closed his eyes to pretend he was praying.

In reality he was hoping that all the eyes staring at him, would quit it and go back to whatever it was they were doing. He counted to two hundred before he opened his eyes and looked over to his son, still sleeping soundlessly without a single care in the world.

He sat there, placed one hand on Eoghan’s chest, feeling the deep rise of his son’s chest as he breathed in deeply. His breathing was sporadic, there was no clear rhythm to his breathing. Two weeks ago, he stared as his new born baby slept, the rising of his chest changed with every breath he took. Niall had worried, scared that his baby was having trouble breathing, a few days later, as he sat in front of the doctor who pulled off Eoghan’s clothes (Niall tried not to flinch as Eoghan screamed his lungs out) he asked shakily, “Is… Is his breathing supposed to… be that deep?” It sounded like a stupid question at first. But the doctor, just hummed and checked over Eoghan’s body once more before turning to Niall, flipping his hand in the air he said, “It’s normal. Don’t worry too much about it son.”

The people around him whispered out “Amens”, Niall opened his eyes and rubbed Eoghan’s small belly. He mentally prepared himself for the three hour ceremony.

(Niall left church that day thirty minutes early, ignoring all the pointed stares, with Eoghan in his arms.)

Niall doesn’t awaken to the normal blaring tune of his four-fifty am alarm clock, he’s shaken awake by an endless black dream that settles into the pit of his stomach as soon as his eyes open to the sight of a dark and shadowless room. Niall wakes up vibrating in his own skin, the thrum of his heartbeat racing in his chest is the only proof of this so called night terror he was woken by.

He pushes the thin covers to the bottom of his feet, the scratchy material only faintly touching the bottom of his bare heels, he’s sweating but shivering all at once.

“Papa!” His ears ring from the loud scream and Niall turns to action. Bolting out of bed, feet first, he ignores the icy feeling at the tip of his toes and runs towards Eoghan’s room.

There are moments where he curses the narrow hall of his apartments, despises the small space he’s supposed to call home. But, as he bashes into the frame of an open closet door and makes it to Eoghan’s room in just under thirty seconds, he thanks any God willing to listen, for the short distance he has to travel. There’s sweat dripping down the spine of his back, resting into wet spots at the cloth of his pants.

As he closes into Eoghan’s room, the moans and groans, and hearty sobs get louder. He dreads what he’ll see upon entering. And in his dreaming state he hopes that all he sees is his baby shaken from a night terror.

There, in a shaken state, is Eoghan covered in his own vomit and face red from tears tracks and holding in his breath to stop any sobs that could escape.

Eoghan lets out an agonizing sob and closes his eyes, screeching out another heartbreaking, “Papa!”

Blindly Niall turns on the lights and lets his eyes adjust to the harsh yellow lights. The overwhelming stench of puke hits him just a second later and with the clarity from the lights Niall notices the puddle of vomit just beside Eoghan’s tiny bed.

His heart breaks just a bit more.

“Papa,” Eoghan sobs out again, “Papa. Papa. Papa. My--my s-stomach h-hurts-s.” he lets out as another sob racks his body. Niall treks to the bed, stepping over the pile of puke and pulling Eoghan out of bed, he grabs him at his arm pits and pushes Eoghan moist bangs out of his face.

Clearing his throat Niall shushes Eoghan’s sobs and pushes out a, “What’appened babe?” his voice is raspy and his throat burns but he ignores it in favor of feeling over Eoghan’s face and neck.

Tears forming in his eyes, Eoghan opens his mouth, forming an ‘o’ with his pink lips and lets out another sob. Only to be stopped when he pales and he pushes his hands onto his mouth. His cheeks bloat up and Niall only has a fraction of a second to get off the bed before Eoghan’s vomiting onto the floor, just beside the last pile of puke. Niall’s toes barely touch Eoghan’s throw up.

Any trace of sleep has long left Niall, leaving him wide awake and a sense of dread over him, “Oh buddy,” He murmurs, rubbing Eoghan’s back as he dry heaves. Eoghan is a blubbering mess, repeating “PapaPapa. It hurts”. Settling back into the small bed, Niall pulls Eoghan onto his lap, rubbing his stomach in a circular motion muttering quiet “shhh bud, it’s okay” into his ear.

After Eoghan’s sobs had quieted down to hiccups and the occasional dry sniffle Niall pulled him off the bed, “Sorry, bud. How’bout we get you out of these clothes? Hmm.” he says, standing Eoghan onto his feet, he starts to pull of his soiled night shirt off, leaving him half bare and shivering from the cold night. Offhandedly Niall thinks to remind himself to raise the heater. He grabs Eoghan’s hand and leads him to the bathroom across the hall from his room.

Turning to twist the knob on, Eoghan keeps Niall’s hand in his, “Papa, I-I...Papa I don’t wa-want to-to take a-a b-bath.” he says shakily. He starts to shake his hand, tears welling up in his eyes he murmurs “no, no, no”.

Niall’s heart breaks just a bit more, “I’m sorry bud, please don’t cry. I know. I know, O, you’ll get to rest soon. We just need to get you cleaned up, alright? I’m so sorry Eoghan, it’ll be quick.” he says, Niall rubs Eoghan’s hand encouragingly. The despair settles into him as he watches his eight year old shake in his soiled sleeping clothes.

Pulling Eoghan’s hand, Niall tilts his head towards the running bath tub, “C’mon,” he says gently, “Just a quick one. Then you can come lay with me, promise bud.”

After a bit of coaxing, Niall settles on his knees in front of the bathtub whilst Eoghan sits inside of the bath, with the water sloshing warmly around his stomach. “Feeling better, O?” Niall asks quietly as he places his fingers into the lukewarm water.

Instead of responding, Eoghan sighs and sniffles again.

“I know you’re tired bud, we’ll get you cleaned up quick.” Niall says.

After Eoghan’s quick bath, they burrow into Niall’s cover, “If you feel sick again, tell me, okay?” Eoghan nods his head and buries deeper into Niall’s arms.

“Good night, bud, love you.”

Niall waits until Eoghan’s breath settles out to let out a loud sigh, fuck man, he thinks to himself.

Preparing himself for a sleepless night, he pulls Eoghan closer onto himself and closes his eyes, hoping that by some miracle he’ll sleep for a bit longer.

Eoghan wakes up twice in the next four hours feeling sick, Niall’s quick to pull the bin just beside his bed under Eoghan’s gagging face as he starts to vomit.

For those two times, they stay awake for another half hour, Eoghan’s stomach rumbling unhappily and Niall trying to coax a tired Eoghan back to bed.

By the time his alarm rips through the heavy silence of the room, a steady throb has fixed itself into Niall’s head. He’s quick to shut off the alarm, hoping to not wake his seven year old from his slumber. Much the opposite of his father, Eoghan remains soundlessly asleep, not the slightest disturbed by the brazen alarm or Niall’s sudden choppy movements. Niall pulls himself out of bed and grabs his phone on the way. Tip toeing out of the room he leaves the door ajar and keeps the light of the hall turned off.

On his way to the kitchen Niall’s eyes burn as the flashing lights from his phone screen turn on. He dials Jerry’s number, the owner of the self-proclaimed “great gas for cheap” petrol station, the phone rings for an agonizing minute, already biting his nails in anxiousness Niall almost ends the call before he hears the familiar angry tone of his boss.

Clearing his throat on the other end, Jerry says, “Niall, to what do I the pleasure of this four a.m. call?”

Wincing at Jerry’s dry tone, Niall stammers out the rehearsed speech he had planned an hour earlier, whilst trying to get some sleep, “Well, um. Eoghan, my son, has come up with a stomach virus, and, I won’t be able to come in. He’s under the weather and I need to… Help him, um, get better…” The butterflies settled into his stomach, and for a second he wondered if in the span of a few hours, could he have caught the stomach bug.

Jerry is silent on the other end, the only indication of still being on the line was the rustling from his end. Fuck, he was still in bed, Niall cursed himself, he’s always had bad timing.

After a loud bang from Jerry’s end, he spoke up, “Look, Niall, you gotta do what ya’ gotta do. Stay home with your kid, don’t worry about it. I’m sure Vicky wouldn’t mind an extra shift.” he said nonchalantly. Niall could imagine the old man shrugging to himself, leaving him with a sense of relief.

Feeling a weight off his shoulders, Niall relaxed and said, “Thank you sir. I really appreciate it this--”

Cutting Niall off, Jerry said, “Not that I don’t appreciate these four am calls, but I would like to get some sleep. Good night Niall.” before Niall could bid him a good night (more like a good morning), Jerry had hung up, leaving Niall to the empty silence of his flat.

Quietly, he makes his way to the kitchen, lighting the room Niall tries to remember where he’d last put the kids medicine he’d bought. Much like his Papa, Eoghan easily got sick.

He’d found the bright pink bottle in the cupboard right behind his box of tea.

Taking in the lack of sound coming from his room, Niall prepared the tea kettle and settled into the chair right beside the round kitchen table. He knew this would be a long day.

After an hour or two of doing nothing but picking at the blueberry muffin he had bought himself at the gas station, Niall is shaken out of his stupor by a tiny hand patting his thigh. There, beside him, is a sweaty and red Eoghan who’s looking up at Niall with a wobbly bottom lip.

Pushing the blueberry away, Niall shakes the crumbs away and frowns. “Hey bud,” he says before grabbing Eoghan and placing the seven year old onto his lap.

Cuddling his head into his Papa’s neck, Niall can tell Eoghan’s fever had rocketed from where it was earlier.

“Papa,” Eoghan starts, mumbling it into the crease of Niall neck, “Papa, my stomach s--still hurts.” he says quietly.

Rubbing circles onto Eoghan’s back he says, “I’m really sorry bud. But, hey, listen to me, “ pulling Eoghan away from the small cuddle session, he grins and and with a feigned excitement says, “I know what’ll make you feel a lot better!”

He knew the only way to make Eoghan feel better, was to place him in front of a TV that’s playing his favourite show of all time. Eoghan frowned at him, thinking that nothing could make him feel better, not when his belly is hurting this much. “What?” He asks.

“I’ll let you watch Tom and Jerry, while you’re eating!” Niall exclaims. Easily enough, Eoghan agrees to it with no hesitation, he climbed off of Niall and opened his mouth wide when Papa told him too. He even swallowed the gross medicine when he was told to, even though he wanted to spit it out, and soon he was laying on the couch with a blanket on top of him with Tom and Jerry playing on the tv.

Making sure Eoghan was okay, Niall placed a garbage bin right beside the couch and told him if he were ever sick, to vomit inside the bin. He went to the kitchen, searching the cupboards for any crackers or snack that would stay down in Eoghan’s sensitive stomach, he came empty. The only thing he found was a pack of juice boxes with a kangaroo on the logo.

“Well,” He sighed, “this’ll have to do for now.” Ripping a juice box from the pack, he placed it on the table and began to cut up the fruits he had. Seemingly satisfied with what he came up with, Niall took bowl of cut up fruits and the juice box to Eoghan, who was giggling to himself after something funny had occurred.

“Eoghan,” Niall called, sitting on his knees in front of the couch he placed the bowl of fruit and juice box beside Eoghan, “can you eat this for me? I know your tummy still aches but if you don’t eat anything, you’ll feel worse.”

Turning away from his cartoons, Eoghan looked down at the food with disgust. The thought of eating anything was making him feel sick again. Shaking his head he said, “I don’t want to Papa, I’m not hungry.”

“I know you’re not, but you really need to eat… Please, O? Do it for me?” Niall pleads, it was hard to get any seven year old to do something they don’t want to do, unless you’re negotiating that is (but Niall isn’t looking to negotiate this time).

To his dismay, Eoghan is all the stubborn, just like his Pa.

After a moment filled with Niall pleading, he gives up. “Eoghan,” he says in a sterner tone, “you have to eat. I know you don’t want to, but you’ll feel even worse if you don’t. You’ll eat the fruit and drink your juice, got it?” Niall wasn’t a big fan of his stern-Papa voice, but sometimes he’s got to put his foot down (unfortunately Eoghan’s sick).

Eoghan sighs and pouts for a second before grabbing a piece of banana and chewing on it, smiling Niall pats his head and says, “Thanks bud. I promise you’ll feel much better.”

They sit there together for a few hours, Eoghan munching at the fruit and occasionally slurping on the juice box (it was chocolate flavored, his favorite). After about an hour of silence, except for Tom and Jerry’s troubling actions, Niall wondered how someone could sit in front of the TV for so long. As a child Niall could only take to watching TV for a few minutes before he was tapping his feet and devising a plan to get out of the house without anyone knowing.

Eoghan was completely different in this aspect, Niall could cook in the kitchen without worrying that Eoghan would wonder off and do something he wasn’t supposed to. Place a TV or game in front of him and he’s set for the next few hours. Niall reckons Eoghan got that from Mary, but that’s only from guessing.

The cartoon show goes onto commercial, showing ads for games with overly enthusiastic kids, getting up from his previous seat on the floor Niall takes Eoghan’s empty bowl and the squashed juice box. “You want something else bud? Another juice box or something?” Niall asks the seven year old who’s watching the commercials with keen interest.

Turning to his Papa just enough to answer, “Can I get another juice, please Papa?” he asked, eyes squinted and his hands intertwined in front of him.

Nodding his head, Niall exited the room, he took two juice boxes from the packet, one for himself and the other for Eoghan. He took few moments to prepare himself a sandwhich with the few items inside his fridge, have to go grocery shopping he reminded himself, putting that on his mental ‘to-do’ list, along with giving Martha a thank you call later.

Upon returning, he’s met with Eoghan crouching in front of the bin, his white-pajama shirt stained with bit and pieces of fruit and juice that came back as throwup. Eoghan looks up at his Papa and cries before saying, “I tried to hold it in Papa, but it came out. It hurts again!”

Placing the food down, Niall crouches down beside Eoghan and began to rub his back, murmuring soothing “shhh, you’re okay, it’s okay,” as Eoghan continued to vomit anything he’d eaten in the last few hours, the very little he had eaten in the past hour.

Watching Eoghan cry in pain, only made the dread settle at the pit of Niall’s stomach. Thoughts of doing anything other than being with Eoghan were ignored and forgotten.

The rest of the day went much the same, the only thing Eoghan could keep in was a few dry crackers, and by night the pain in his stomach had not soothed down at all.

Niall settled Eoghan beside him after bathing him again, he placed a dry towel under him and moved the bin to the side of the bin. As Niall placed the covers just under Eoghan’s chin, the seven year old blinked repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake for just a bit longer.

Rubbing his thumb over Eoghan’s flushed cheek, Niall whispered, “Go to bed bud, it’s all right, you’ll feel much better in the morning.”

With no hesitance from Eoghan, he closed his eyes and after a few minutes his breathing settled to a continuous rhythm.

Eoghan didn’t feel better the next morning.

He felt worse.

And Niall hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep for the last forty-eight hours.

Waking up Saturday morning, Eoghan and Niall were in clear shitty moods. In the kitchen, Eoghan refused any offer of food Niall made. After refusing pancakes for the third time (Eoghan’s favorite breakfast food) Niall had enough. Clenching his fist on the counter, he turned to his sick seven year old. Trying not to let his frustration show, Niall slowly asked, “So what do you want to eat Eoghan?”

Eoghan crossed his arms in his chest, obviously noting Niall’s frustration, shrugging he said, “I’m not hungry Papa.” Of course he said that, Niall thought to himself.

Sighing to himself, Niall said, “You have to eat something. So settle on something. I’ll ask one more time, Eoghan, what do you want to eat?” He didn’t even try to hide his anger and frustration. Niall couldn’t take Eoghan’s stubbornness for longer.

After a beat of silence Eoghan resigned, “I… Can I get oatmeal, please?” not forgetting to add please at the end, because Papa taught him that not saying please after asking for something was rude.

Niall took this with a sense of triumph and turned to look at the cupboards. He searched the cabinets for a while longer before he came empty handed. Fuck I really do need to go grocery shopping.

“Eoghan can you stay here for a moment, I have to go ask Mrs. Martha for something. I’ll just be gone a second so stay put, okay?” Eoghan only nodded his head before lifting himself off the stool and heading to the living room. He took the bin with him on the way. For the moment, Niall was grateful for Eoghan’s slight obsession with cartoon shows.

Taking his keys, Niall shut the apartment door and headed just down the hall to Mrs. Martha’s apartment. Knocking with a bit more force than necessary, Niall only waited for a second before Mrs. Martha opened the door, still in her nightgown and robe from the night before.

Niall flushed in embarrassment, “Uhh, good morning Mrs. Martha…”

Look at him expectantly, Niall continued on, “I’m very sorry for waking you up, but, um… I was just wondering if you have any oatmeal packets? It’s just, Eoghan’s been feeling a bit poorly the past few days and he only wanted to eat Oatmeal, I don’t have any. So... “

Interrupting him, Mrs. Martha said, “Come along, I’m sure I have something.” before turning around and heading into her apartment.

As soon as he entered, Mrs. Martha’s grey fat cat, Mars, tangled herself in between his legs. He bent down to pat her, “Hey girl,” Eoghan would be absolutely be livid if he heard that Niall pet Mars without him (Eoghan loved Mars). After a few moments of petting Mars, and her purring him along, he got up and went towards the kitchen. The old lady was looking through her cupboards until she pulled out a brown box. “Aha!” she said.

“Here you go!” she said after handing him the box.

“Oh thank you, I don’t need to the whole box, just a packet--”

Waving her hand in the air she dismissed Niall’s words, “Take it. I don’t even eat oatmeal, I just bought it because my daughter wanted me to eat healthier. It’s not even open, you can tell how that went.”

Laughing a bit, Niall said, “Thank you Mrs. Martha. I appreciate this.”

Walking towards the door, Mrs. Martha called out to Niall from inside the kitchen room, “I’ll go over your apartment at three so you can go grocery shopping!”

Knowing that Mrs. Martha would ignore any of his objections, he agreed and thanked before exiting the apartment and returning to his sick and grumpy seven year old.

At three, Mrs. Martha arrived to the apartment with Mars in her hands and a smirk, “Where’s that grumpy child of yours?” As if knowing he was being mentioned, Eoghan came barrelling into the hallway where he yelled in excitement when he saw the feline.

Eoghan sat himself on the floor with Mars in his lap, rubbed and pat at her fur. “You’re so cute Mars!” Niall watched as his son played with the cat for a while before he turned to Mrs. Martha, “I’ll be on my way now.”

“Eoghan, bud, I’m going to the market right now, Mrs. Martha will be with you for a bit while I’m out. If you get hungry just ask her and she’ll give you something. If you have to vomit, go to the toilet or the bin. Okay? I’ll just be gone for a bit--”

Eoghan looked up from where he was petting Mars, “I know Papa, you’ll be gone for a bit.”

Mrs. Martha chuckled and started pushing Niall out the door, “We’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. Be on your way!” she called out before slamming the door shut before Niall could say anything else. Walking down the hall, Niall ignored any negative thoughts and hurried along. He’d been a father for seven years now, for God’s sake it is wasn’t the first time he left Eoghan with someone other than himself whilst the seven year old is sick.

Niall pushed the doors to the stairs corridor open and started on his way. Secretly, to himself, he felt relief as he walked out the apartment building. No matter how comforting his flat may be, he wasn’t the kind of person to keep himself inside for a long period of time. To Niall, nothing beat being outside in the fresh air.

His only source of transportation was the public bus, and, on occasions the train. He walked the short distance to the bus stop expecting anything but the large line of people curled around the street. Groaning he took a glance at his phone and on a whim, not wanting to wait any longer than need be, Niall turned back around and started trudging his way to the grocery shop.

It may take longer, but anything would be better than waiting for a bus that was already full to its brim.

By the time Niall got to the shop, his fingers were red numbed with the cold and his nose was pink and stuffy. He looked ridiculous, standing right in front of the automatic doors of the shop, inside, rubbing at his hands and shaking his head to somehow calm the birds-nest that was his hair.

He warmed his hands the best he could, breathing air into them, wetting them just a bit from the spit in his mouth. Deeming his hands warm enough, Niall took a one of the carts and started his journey around the shop, trying to remember the things he needed. Each week he made a mental note to start writing a list of things they needed, and each week he’d forget.

He walked around the shop, browsing the shelves for supplies they need. Picking up boxes of cereal and little snacks for when Eoghan is behaving well (he always ensured there was some type of snacks for Eoghan, the boy had knack for sugar just like his Papa).

Humming under his breath a tune Niall could not place a name to, he wandered around aisle to aisle. He liked grocery shopping, as odd as the may seem, he felt it cleared his mind and all of his attention would be on the matter at hand. (“Chocolate milk or strawberry milk?” He asked a Eoghan, who at the time was a bright eyed three year old who giggled at anything his Papa would do. Eoghan stared up at him with his big blue eyes and blinked. “Yeah, I agree, you can never go wrong with chocolate.”)

Arriving at the dairy section Niall stared at the cartons of milk trying to remember if they had milk at home. Okay, he thought to himself, I made tea for myself this morning… I think I put milk in it?

Entranced in his own thoughts, Niall didn’t even register the person to his left, “Go with the green cap, it’s healthier.” the person on his left said.

Jumping out of trance, Niall turned to the person beside him. And there, standing in all his tall-dark-and-handsome glory was the guy from the gas station yesterday. The stranger, was staring at Niall with a teasing grin, shit are his teeth white, and his arms crossed in front of him.

“What?” Niall asked after a beat too long of silence.

The stranger, who Niall yet knew the name of, chuckled and cleared his throat, “Uhm, milk wise. The green cap is healthier. I was just recommending it since… You were staring at it for so long.” he said. His voice was thick and gravelly, turning Niall’s insides into a puddle.

Not knowing how to respond, Niall stared at the stranger for a second longer, watching as his face flushed in mild-embarrassment, “Oh. Well, I actually do use the green cap, but… But I was trying to remember if I needed to buy a carton because I don’t want to buy one when I’ve already got one at home… You know how it is?” he said.

Grinning up at the stranger, Niall continued on, “Thanks for the recommendation though.”

They stared at each other for a while, until an old lady barrelled passed them spouting out an annoyed “excuse me you’re in my way.”, pulling each other away, Niall grabbed a milk carton and placed it into his trolley, hoping that they didn’t have a full one at home.

The stranger watched as both Niall and the old lady grabbed a milk carton then said, “Well, it was nice seeing you…” Trailing off he stared at Niall with a frown, his brow crinkling in confusion.

“Niall,” he added.

“Ah! Nice seeing you Niall, my names Harry by the way.” The stranger--Harry-- said brightly. He pushed his hand in front of Niall and shook his in return.

Bending down Harry grabbed the red basket full of vegetables and turned around, shooting a “have a good day” to Niall over his shoulder.

He watched as Harry navigated himself around the crowds, before turning back to his cart and returning to his shopping. He had a sickly seven year old at home that was probably getting hungry, and Mrs. Martha for all that she is a lovely lady, cannot cook to save her life.

the reaction to the first chapter was incredible, thank you. i hope you enjoyed and, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated. x

#until next time #narry storan #narry #narry au #kid fic #narry fanfiction #professor harry

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A Day In The Life Of Benjamin Law, Writer

A Day In The Life

by Sally Tabart

One of the first thing’s Benjamin Law does every day is clear out his inbox before 9am. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Bits and bobs from Ben’s house. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

‘You’re allowed to say “no” and you don’t have to give a reason. Simply say you’re unavailable and unable. This is a much better alternative to saying “yes” just to get someone off your back, and making your future self furious at you,’ says Ben. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Spending a lot of writing time alone, Ben tries to leave the house at lunchtime. Here he is at Boon Cafe in Haymarket. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Usually Ben eats his breakfast with green tea, or sometimes a Virgin Mary – hot and spicy V8 juice with squeezed lemon. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Ben exercises after 5pm most days, either swimming or yoga. He loves swimming at The Prince Alfred Pool in Surry Hills. Ben at Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

The first person in Speedos on TDF! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Writing about a writer is one of the most daunting tasks for… a writer. I’m always worried about doing something sloppy, like repeating the same word three times in one sentence (see: previous sentence). It’s especially nerve-wracking when the subject is as prolific as Benjamin Law, one of the defining voices in Australian culture over the past 10 years.

Ben grew up on the Sunshine Coast, to Cantonese parents who migrated to Australia via Southern China (Ben’s Dad) and Malaysia (Ben’s Mum), via Hong Kong. Based in Sydney, Ben describes himself now as pretty much the same as when he was a kid: ‘obsessed with sex, annoyingly attention-hogging, insatiably curious but could be immediately reduced to silence if you put a good book, movie, TV show or magazine in front of me.’ Only these days, he’s the one writing the material.

In 2010 Ben published the hilarious, poignant memoir, The Family Law, and then in 2012 a travel book exploring the queer experience in Asia, Gaysia: Adventures in the Queer East. Both were nominated for Australian Book Industry Awards, and the former was later adapted into a groundbreaking TV series on SBS. He’s written more books, countless features and worked on film and television projects. He’s also working on a play – because clearly, he doesn’t have enough going on right now!

Next week, Ben’s latest endeavor – a documentary called Waltzing the Dragon – will premiere on ABC, where Ben travels with his parents from remote Northern Australia to Chinese megacities to explore the overlap in cultures. ‘On one level, it’s a history of the Chinese in Australia – a history that pre-dates the First Fleet and white arrival on this continent by centuries – but it’s also a massive road-trip with my um and Dad to find our own roots,’ Ben explains. ‘Some of the stuff we unearth will completely up-end your understanding not just of Chinese-Australian history, but Australian history in general.’

No two days are ever the same for Ben. ‘I don’t really have anything resembling structure nowadays’, he admits. In lieu of regular programming, he has a ‘some habits and ground rules’ to keep it all together – showering first thing, clearing out his inbox before 9am (‘it’s like a healthy little mind audit before the workday starts’), exercising and at the end of the day, truly switching off and decompressing with his boyfriend.

Ben is a wealth of wisdom when it comes to carving out space for himself in the midst of a sometimes chaotic, always random routine. From scheduling his iCal ‘down to the minute’ to stopping all things digital by 10pm, Ben shares how he gets it all done.

FIRST THING

I like the idea of getting up by 6.30am because I enjoy the feeling of having a headstart on everyone else, but it’s usually 7.30am. I like reading before bed and I usually do that until midnight, and I need exactly 7.5 hours sleep. It’s like my body’s finally said, ‘It’s non-negotiable.’ I’m also a super-deep sleeper. Waking up is like trying to exhume something dead from an oceanic trench. But for the last few years, I’ve used an amazing app called Sleep Cycle, which both monitors your sleep and ensures you wake up at a point in your sleep where it’s not jarring and horrible. I love it so much.

My boyfriend is usually up before me and he’s usually watching ABC News Breakfast while reading the news; I tend to prefer having ABC RN Breakfast on the radio with Fran Kelly or Hamish MacDonald.

I do a poo, have a shower then clear my inbox. Sorry: is that too graphic? Basically, it’s a lot of purging and cleansing from when I wake up until 9am.

MORNING

Breakfast often makes me gag, so it’s usually something light, like miso soup and fruit, or toast with butter and vegemite, and crunchy peanut butter with honey. And it’s usually with green tea, or sometimes a Virgin Mary – hot and spicy V8 juice with squeezed lemon.

Then I work: whether that’s doing interviews for Good Weekend, prepping Stop Everything – the ABC RN pop culture show I co-host with Beverley Wang– or just writing for a deadline or project.

If I’m about to launch into writing that requires proper focus, I forcibly disable the internet by activating Freedom on my laptop and Forest on my phone.

LUNCHTIME

On writing days, it’s common that I won’t even leave the house or have any human contact until 5pm – and perhaps a bit disgustingly, I don’t actually mind that at all. But sometimes I’ll pop down to Spice Alley – which is super close to where we live – for a cheap and cheery lunch.

AFTERNOON

It’s usually just writing, meetings and admin all arvo – a big happy horrible mess. My iCal is colour-coded within an inch of its life for this reason. Basically, my work is kind of like triage all day, and then I try to ensure the bleeding stops by 5pm.

EVENING

I try to finish by 5pm. It’s tempting for freelancers to keep working, but unless I’ve got a deadline in the next hour, I tell myself to stop. Because there’s always more work that could be done. It’s really important to me to sound boundaries nowadays.

After 5pm, I try to take a break – check the mail, do some housework, laundry, clean the kitchen, meal prep for dinner – then either swim laps, go to the gym or do some yoga with this great app called Pocket Yoga, which I prefer to classes.

I then make dinner, catch up with my boyfriend Scott, decompress, watch the news and Leigh Sales on 7.30, then it’s whatever we’re watching. Some of the stuff we’ve loved this year have included Pose, Stranger Things, Fleabag, Catastrophe and Game of Thrones. And RuPaul’s Drag Race, obviously.

LAST THING

Work-wise, I always give my inbox a little late-night purge again, if possible. Then I go into iCal and I plan the next day right down to the last minute, including breaks, exercise and social stuff with mates. If I have to be my own boss, I figure I can ride my own arse. And there’s no white space in the iCal, because if there is, I know my instinct is to fill it with work. So I trick myself by scheduling my breaks.

Over the last year or so, I’ve kept to a new habit: around 10pm, I set my phone’s alarm clock (via Sleep Cycle), switch on the Do Not Disturb mode and have it lying face down. Then I have a shower – as if to wash off the day and my digital reliance – and come into bed to read a book. Sometimes it’ll be The New Yorker, but it has to be on paper. I’ve gotten my boyfriend into the habit too, and I think it’s actually my favourite part of the day: feet tangled under the doona, each of us immersed in something.

Ben working from his standup desk at home. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Right now I’m listening to/watching/reading…

Music: Mark Ronson’s Late Night Feelings; Gabriel Kahane’s Book of Travelers; and new tracks Washington (Megan Washinton, who’s a mate of mine) has been working on.

Podcasts: Internationally: Fresh Air, Still Processing, Nancy, Touré Show, New Yorker Radio Hour. Australian: The Signal, Background Briefing, Conversations, Ladies, We Need to Talk.

Reading: A combo of Vicki Laveau-Harvie’s The Erratics, Deray McKesson’s On the Other Side of Freedom and Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. The last few books I’ve really devoured have been Rebecca Makkai’s The Great Believers and Max Porter’s Lanny.

One important thing I do every day is… Move my body. And decompress with my boyfriend.

I get my best work done when… I’m able to give it the time it warrants. It’s better to allocate the right amount of time something needs – and breathing room in case it goes wrong – rather than constantly being a deluded time-optimist.

A philosophy I live and work by is… When deciding on projects, Laurie Anderson says it needs to fulfill two of the following three criteria: it has to be fun, it has to be interesting and it has to make money. It can’t just tick one box: only two or more. Similarly, I need projects to be fun, challenging, make money and I need to have the time.

My productivity tip/tool is…

If you need time away from the internet, install Freedom onto your computer and Forest on your phone. Forest is an app that’s like a Tamagotchi: you plant a virtual cartoon seed for a set time. If you check another app in that time, your plant dies and you have a dead forest. It’s a surprisingly emotional experience!

Another big breakthrough I had is with transcribing interviews. Traditionally it took me about 120 minutes to transcribe a 30-minute conversation. It’s so painful. And all the voice transcription software I’d ever tried over the past decade has been shit. But my boyfriend and some mates put me onto Otter recently and it’s been life-changing. I almost get emotional about it.

Finally: all huge tasks are like bricklaying. You’ve got to break down big goals. Don’t just have ‘write book’ or ‘write play’ as your daily task, otherwise, you’ll intimidate and scare the shit out of yourself. Break it into monthly goals (eg. finish chapter), and break those into weekly goals (eg. complete key interviews) and break those into daily (eg. 750-1000 words) then hourly goals (125 words per hour doesn’t seem that intimidating, suddenly). It also means you have closure on the day and feel like you can reward yourself.

Something I learned the hard way is… You’re allowed to say ‘no’ and you don’t have to give a reason. Simply say you’re unavailable and unable. This is a much better alternative to saying ‘yes’ just to get someone off your back, and making your future self furious at you.

Tune into the first episode of Waltzing The Dragon With Benjamin Law this Tuesday, July 30th at 8.30pm on ABC, or catch it later on ABC iView!

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ONE OF THE BIGGEST DUELING BARTENDER EVENINGS EVER

Dueling Bartenders crowded last night. Locals and snowbirds packed Aqua. The reason…..Vicki Roush.

Vicki a popular entertainer and person when she lived in Key West. Moved away several years ago. Now resides in Orlando. In Key West visiting.

Vicki was described in her Key West days as Key West’s favorite Diva. Understandable. A glowing voice emanating from a warm personality.

Many friends. Lynda and Bob Frechette, Jean Thornton, Laurie Thibaud, Jean Thornton, Sheila, Randy Roberts, Joseph, Linda, and Mary among others.

Steve and Stacy stopped by to say hello. We had met last year at the Chart Room. Interesting people. Live in Holly Springs, North Carolina. Their 12th trip to Key West.

Love Key West!

Two children. A 22 year old daughter now a school teacher. A 19 year old son in college.

Steve has worked 28 years for General Electric. An information specialist. Stacy’s life good. Yesterday in nature. A home maker.

Kept herself busy outside the home with civic involvements.

Importantly, they read this blog every day. Thank you!

I look forward to seeing them again next year.

Then to La Trattoria for dinner with Mary.

Dink seated at the end of the bar by the window. His spot.

Josefina enjoying dinner on the other side of the bar. Liz’s good friend. We chatted a while.

Tonight, Syracuse/Buffalo at 8.

Buffalo undefeated. Ranked 8th or 14th. Syracuse no longer ranked. Did not get one point in this week’s balloting. Understandable. Old Dominion beat the hell out of Syracuse.

For whatever reason, Syracuse is a slight favorite. We shall see.

I will be able to watch the first half. Then to my podcast Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou at 9. Great show tonight! Much has occurred this past week for me to bellow at.

Join me. Guaranteed you will enjoy the half hour. www.blogtalkradio.com/key-west-lou.

I read this morning that in some parts of the country gasoline is less than $2 a gallon. Not in Key West! We are down to $2.89 a gallon.

The drop dramatic. Came swiftly. Expected to spread across the country.

Hope so. The good guys deserve a break!

Yesterday, I wrote re the imprinting on the arms of migrant parents and children at the border. Numbers. Like in Hitler’s concentration camps.

I also condemned Stephen Miller. Compared him to Joseph Goebbels.

Comments to the blog amazing! I read in excess of 150 this morning. Not all to my site alone. Out of the number, all agreed with me except 3.

America is waking up!

The older one gets, the more he sees. The more he experiences. He begins to think he knows everything. Only because he has lived through much.

I have been predicting for over a year that a recession would occur at the end of this year or early in the new year.

It appears I may be correct.

The stock market dropped 508 points yesterday. World wide markets affected. A global depression is on the way. My time table I am sorry to say may be right.

Yesterday’s news makes one sit back and think. It was reported that without question Russia had interfered in the 2016 election. By use of the social media. Skillfully done. Impressive. Unquestionably, a new form of warfare.

The purpose initially was to elect Trump President. That accomplished, Russia now is working to destroy Robert Mueller.

The President continues to say he believes Putin’s denials. Republican legislators say nothing.

Retaliation is in order. Demanded! Russia alone does not have all the computer genius’s in the world.

Robots continue to take jobs from the human work force. Quicker and cheaper. Understandable. However every time a robot goes to work, several humans lose their jobs.

Working conditions differ for robots and humans. What is going on at Amazon a perfect example.

Amazon has a large warehouse on Staten Island. A fulfillment center.

No air conditioning. The humans claim working conditions inhuman. They can’t handle the lack of air conditioning.

Amazon refuses to add air conditioning to the warehouse. Claim robots cannot function optimally in the cold.

So Amazon’s human employees will continue to suffer. Though not for long. Eventually most if not all will lose their jobs to robots.

Such is the plan. Such is the way it will be in most industries/businesses.

Instead of worrying about a wall no one deems feasible, our government should spend time working on plans as to how to retrain the working force that will be displaced by robots.

Enjoy your day!

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Marine Toilet Specialists Talk About How Boating Could Boost Your Health

Raritan Marine Toilet Distributors Give Great Reasons to Fit More Boating Into Your Schedule

Raritan Engineering your marine toilet suppliers would like to share with you these topics we thought would be of interest to you this month regarding how boating could boost your health.

Your marine toilet manufacturers talk about how boat trips are just plain good for the soul. The sense of peace and tranquility that can be restored to you while gently rocking on the waves is undeniable. Although, if you need more reasons to take a boat trip, or are trying to convince someone else why a boat trip is well worth the time, look no further.

Boat trips create bonding experiences with family and friends. The lasting memories you can make while on a boat trip are priceless. Think about watching a sunset on the water with your best friends, fishing for bluegill with your kids, or admiring the wildlife.

A day in the sun allows our bodies to soak up a safe amount of Vitamin D. With the use of sunscreen, Vitamin D is an important vitamin that one needs in order to survive.

There is proof that being near water can naturally help lower anxiety, leading to a healthier and more relaxed lifestyle.

Learning new boating skills can be an empowering and educational experience. When you go on a boat trip, you will always have the opportunity to learn something new.

Boat trips allow you to unplug. In this digital age, we are always either sending a text message or checking our email inbox. Stress, insomnia, and depression have been connected to our inability to power down. When you head out for a boat ride, it's the perfect excuse to unplug, even if it's just for a few hours.

You are following your passion. Having a passion or hobby, such as boating (or fishing!), can contribute to your overall happiness.

Boating establishes a feeling of community on the water. Fellow boaters are known for being there to help one another and for offering words of advice.

When you go on a boat ride, you have the opportunity to broaden your range of experiences by trying different types of water sports like fishing or water skiing.

Boat trips keep you balanced. How many times have you become so consumed with work or school commitments that you neglected to set aside a day for some fun family boating? Going on a boat ride will help you keep your life in balance between work and play.

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A boat trip is an adventure. We only have a limited number of days on this amazing and wonderful place we call earth, so don't waste any of them wondering what it would be like to boat on a different waterway or in a different state. Embrace the adventure!

There is no need to ask for your wife's permission to invest an additional weekend break angling with the people or the best reason to inform your employer you have influenza while you go snorkeling. err, well perhaps those concepts are excusable, taking into consideration the wellness advantages that are connected with boating! We need to keep an eye out for our very own health, don't we? Have a look at this checklist of factors where boating becomes an essential part of your wellness.

Why Boating Is Good For You

A Breath Of Fresh Air and Healthy Vitamin D

Sunlight offers Vitamin D that advertises healthy bones and is clinically proven to enhance your state of mind. Nevertheless, numerous people invest most of their days in the workplace, in the commute and also in the daily grind, that fresh air, as well as the healthy facets of sunlight, absolutely come to be an uncommon asset.

Chance To Experience Being Off The Grid

Disconnect! Whatever that is, it could wait. In this electronic age, it appears we can not (or will not) make a step without “signing in,” breaking a selfie, sending out a message and also staying in contact with the electronic mail. Persistent health issue such as stress and anxiety, sleep problems as well as clinical depression have actually been connected to our absence of capability to power down.

A Time to Unwind With Family/Friends

Among the largest factors in adding to your joy in life and also your general well-being associated with your social life. As a matter of fact, clinical research studies connect solid social connections to strength, a healthier appetite, lesser tension and a lot more.

So don't forget these great ideas on how why it could be healthy for you to squeeze more boating into your schedule. 1) A day in the sun allows our bodies to soak up a safe amount of Vitamin D; 2) there is proof that being near water can naturally help lower anxiety, leading to a healthier and more relaxed lifestyle; and 3) boating establishes a feeling of community on the water.

New food boat sets sail on Lake Koronis

The Koronis Kafe has set sail on Lake Koronis.

The food boat will sell angus burgers, brats, hot dogs, fish sandwiches, and chicken sandwiches, with chips. They will also have pop, water, ice cream and popsicle treats, popcorn, and five pounds bags of ice (if someone needs some for their cooler).

“This is a community-building enterprise,” echoed owner Steve Peterson, another one of the 17 boat owners. “It's been that already. It amazes me the creativity and ingenuity of the community. Out here, people do the work and don't love the recognition.”

The main objective is not to make money but to make Paynesville a better place, Peterson added. “What the world needs is to get to know each other better,” said Peterson. “This is a little way to do it. I love that.”

A week later, at another dinner, he repeated the idea, and had five investors. “Getting people to put money into it was the easiest part of the deal,” said Peterson.

The boat was capitalized with $50,000, with Arnold captaining the remodeling work. Owners of Koronis Kafe are Mike and Ronda Arnold; Kella and Paul Bugbee; George Edmondson; Mary and Tom Hendrickson; Carol and Dick Johnson; Leo and Lou Louis; Mike Meyer; Geri and Harlan Palm; Peterson; and Jim and Vicky Torborg.

Via Craig's List, they bought a homemade house boat, built in the late 1980s by a Stillwater industrial arts teacher, which had been based on the St. Croix River. The boat is 40-feet long and 14-feet wide, with the cabin being 24-feet long.

The boat was approved by the Minnesota Department of Health on Monday, Aug. 14. The owners hoped to have the boat in the water by the Fourth of July, as the remodeling and licensing took a longer than planned. “I can't believe how many people have asked me about it,” said Peterson.

On weekends, depending on the weather, Koronis Kafe will be out on Lake Koronis. On Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays they hope to beach on Second Island (Winther Island) for lunch, say from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. If anchored, the boat has cleats for other boats to hook onto. They are hoping the boat will be cashless. It is equipped with an iPad and a credit card reader.

If successful, the owners could add a webpage (to take email orders), they could acquire a liquor license, and other ideas in the future.

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“But if Bruce taught me anything, it’s that you have to have a game plan for everything, even for death.”

DATABASE HISTORY:

The world has a way of working in which a moment that seems entirely inconsequential can later be brought back in a much more significant setting. For Timothy Drake, this moment occurred when he was four years old and attending Haley’s Circus with his parents Jack and Janet Drake. Tim’s father asked if the circuses main attraction, the Flying Graysons, would take a photo with them and the acrobats agreed. The youngest Grayson, Dick, paid Tim special attention and promised that he would dedicated his performance to him. Afterwards Tim and his parents went to their seats and the Graysons started the show.

There was no way of anyone knowing that the high wire was going to snap, or that one day Richard Grayson would become Tim’s adopted brother. As soon as the John and Mary Grayson fell to their death, Tim’s parents rushed him out of the tent to spare their son from seeing the tragedy. They weren’t fast enough though, and Tim witnessed the Batman himself consoling the desolate Dick before he made it outside. The photo that was taken of the two families was later sent to Dick by the Drakes because they felt bad for him, and that was the last time that Tim thought about it for five years.

At the age of nine, Tim watched some footage of Batman and his partner Robin and made a huge revelation. The move Robin was doing was a quadruple somersault, and that was so rare that only a flying Grayson could do it. After a little research, Tim found that Dick Grayson had become the ward of billionaire Bruce Wayne. Connecting the dots that numerous adults had missed, Tim realized that Batman and Robin were none other than Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne. Choosing to keep this information to himself, Tim watched their exploits for years through Dick’s shift to Nightwing and the arrival of the second Robin, Jason Todd. When Jason abruptly died shortly after, Tim noted the change in the Batman and deduced that he actually needed a Robin for the sake of his sanity.

When Nightwing, aka an older Dick Grayson, traveled away from Gotham to work with the Teen Titans Tim decided to follow him. The two ended up solving a case in the place that they had originally met as innocent children, Haley’s Circus, and Tim made Dick realize that Bruce needed help. His former partner decided to help him as Nightwing, but Tim insisted that Bruce needed a Robin. Dick ignored Tim’s theory and went to help Bruce, only for them both to be taken by Two-Face.

At only thirteen years old, Tim went to Wayne Manor and spoke with Alfred Pennyworth who helped equip him in the Robin costume. With the proper gear, Tim was able to save both Dick and Bruce and made the plea to become the next Robin. Bruce was reluctant but relented and agreed that Tim could be Robin on a trial basis. The next several months consisted of Tim being trained by Alfred, Bruce and Dick before he was allowed to wear the costume again or go out into the field.

Before Tim was introduced as Robin however, a criminal by the name of the Obeah Man kidnapped Tim’s parents while they were on vacation in the Caribbean with plans to sacrifice them. Bruce managed to save the two and stop the Obeah Man, but not before Janet and Jack drank some water laced with poison. Janet died from the substance, and Jack was left in a coma with paralysis. Bruce began to doubt if Tim should be Robin as he now had a reason for vengeance, which had destroyed Jason, but Tim reiterated that he wanted to do what was right and not get revenge. After he saved Bruce and the reporter Vicki Vale from the Scarecrow, Bruce allowed Tim to officially become Robin and gave him his own costume.

The training didn’t stop there though. Even though Tim had what he wanted for so long, he then began to have doubts. Bruce reassured him that he had not only earned the role but had Bruce’s faith in him, because he wanted someone who not only had guts but was smart and Tim possessed both of those traits plus some. Before Batman would let Robin on the streets of Gotham he took him on a world tour overseas in order to help Tim figure out who he was in addition to improving on his fighting skills. During this time Tim crossed paths with Lady Shiva and King Snake, but when he refused to kill King Snake at Shiva’s command he proved himself to Bruce as ready and was brought back to Gotham to begin his tenure.

Tim soon proved himself to be a different Robin than Jason or Dick had been. He was more reserved than Dick had been, and since he wasn’t raised an acrobat, he had to work harder on his fighting and physical prowess. Even though Tim was a fine fighter, Bruce had a rule in place that if Tim was to ever encounter one of the rogues known for killing (ie the Joker or Two-Face), he was to not engage and call in backup. That rule was disobeyed during one of Tim’s first solo cases in Gotham, when Tim ended up getting stuck in a confrontation with the Joker himself. The Joker had killed Jason Todd and was initially confused as to why he was back and if he had actually murdered the boy, but realizing that Tim was a new Robin he vowed to kill him as well. Using his intellect and skill however, Tim was able to defeat the Joker and sent him back to Arkham where the criminal made it known that Tim was his to kill.

Shortly after this, Jack Drake awoke from his coma. Tim helped him secure a house next to Wayne Manor so he could continue being Robin, but things didn’t go smoothly. Before the coma Jack had often been preoccupied with work, but after he wanted to develop a closer relationship with his son. Jack would eventually grow resentful of how close Bruce and Tim were and would site Tim’s constant disappearances as his son trying to avoid spending time with him.

When the Cluemaster was released from jail as cured, clues still popped up around Gotham and Batman and Robin decided to handle the case. While attempting to stop Arthur Brown, Tim noticed a girl in purple fleeing the scene and followed her. Thinking that she was helping Cluemaster, Tim caught and unmasked her only to find a blonde teenager who was his own age. The girl, Stephanie Brown, went by Spoiler and was actually the daughter of Cluemaster who was trying to stop her father. Tim and Bruce allied with her to catch her father, and after that Tim made sure to work with her some more and the two became friends.

Tim’s father began seeing a therapist by the name of Dana, and the two were eventually wed. The couple had been together a while when Tim got a phone call that his father needed to speak to him immediately. There was an intruder in the Drake household and a note with a gun stating that Jack needed to protect himself. Jack told Tim over the phone that he was proud of him and whatever happened was not his fault. When Tim managed to get home he found both his father and Captain Boomerang dead, as he had used the gun at the same time the hired killer had attacked. Tim was devastated at the loss of both of his parents, and shortly after Donna had a mental breakdown and was placed in a mental hospital in Bludhaven. The hospital was later overrun with crime and Donna went missing and was presumed dead.

Bruce offered to officially adopt Tim, but Tim refused and hired an actor to pretend to be his Uncle Eddie. Bruce easily saw through it and wasn’t offended, but instead offered to help Tim make a better cover-up story. Eventually, Tim relented and let Bruce adopt him. He then continued to serve as Robin while testing the boundaries and developing a little more independence to the point where he was able to pass along the Robin mantle to Damian Wayne when he was dropped into Bruce’s life. It was surprising to find that Bruce had fathered a child with Talia al Ghul, but Tim saw it as the perfect chance to take up the alias of Red Robin and experiment a bit.

DATABASE CONNECTIONS:

BRUCE WAYNE has become like a father to Tim, even though he wasn’t an orphan and had a father. He had to beg Bruce to let him be Robin after what happened to Jason, and he’s been working hard to not let him down ever since. Bruce isn’t perfect, but Tim is determined to make him proud. He needs a Robin. Batman just works better that way, and Tim knows that he can be the Robin that he needs.

DAMIAN WAYNE took the Robin mantle from Tim when Bruce decided to work with him, but Tim got over that. He and Damian have fought a few times with their fists and tried to work together once although their dislike of each other and difference in fighting skills made that hard. Tim’s trying to like the kid though. He just makes it very, very hard to do that.

DICK GRAYSON is Tim’s big brother. This is speaking in adopted terms, of course, but that doesn’t matter to either of them. Dick is a little more lighthearted than Tim at times, but they both have their strengths as Robin. From the moment Tim took a picture with Dick before the final Flying Grayson performance, he’s been his hero. Now they’re family and Tim is glad to have him around.

JASON TODD was the Robin before Tim, but Tim never got to meet his predecessor because he was murdered by the Joker. Tim knows what happened to Jason, and it’s really sad. He didn’t want to replace him, just keep the legacy going. There’s been a new guy in town though, the Red Hood, and Tim has some creeping suspicions even though he hasn’t said anything yet.

STEPHANIE BROWN may be the daughter of a criminal, but she’s become a friend of Tim’s. Stephanie shamelessly flirts with him both in and out of costume, but so far Tim has been showing her how to be a real hero because he knows that she won’t give up the cowl. There’ll be time for flirting later once she has actual skills and not just good intentions.

DATABASE QUICKFACTS:

✖ TEAM AFFILIATION→ batfamily ✖ THREAT LEVEL → moderate ✖ HOME CITY → gotham ✖ FC NEGOTIABILITY → mild ✖ FC RECCOMENDATIONS → logan lerman, josh hutchinson

GIF HUNTS: [ X ] [ X ] [ X ]

TIMOTHY DRAKE is currently MIA.

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