Never Let Me Go (Pt.2)

John Price x f!Reader

Part 3

Summary: After meeting John, you couldn’t help but wish and long to see him again.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some suggestive/mature language

A/N: did I say I was gonna update in Wednesday?? That’s crazy, I don’t remember that at all!! Anyways…here ya go kids, it’s disgusting and fluffy and short!!! I promise there will be smutty deliciousness soon!!!

This chapter’s song is Little Bit by Lykke Li

The next day you woke up and headed to work, everything was the same as usual. Except now you felt you had something to look forward to. Or more like someone you looked forward to.

If he even showed up, you thought. You didn't fail to remind yourself to not get too excited, to set yourself up for failure, just so that you wouldn't disappoint yourself.

The rest of the day at the cafe you served the same familiar orders, smiled at the regular faces, and that feeling of sameness and dissatisfaction was gnawing at you like it did the night before.

Despite your best efforts at not eagerly hoping to see John again, you couldn’t help but have a little bit of optimism and anticipation that he would walk through the doors again.

But what you worried would happen happened, and you were disappointed. It crushed your spirits to have let yourself get excited just to later on be let down.

You felt like you were stood up. And that night you locked up the cafe after the closing shift, said goodnight to your cousin, and went back to your lonely little flat. To do things all over again the next day.

You were woken up by the rays of light that bled through your curtains. As your eyes slowly peeled open, you realized you had fallen asleep on your couch, wrapped up in the knitted blanket that you kept there. You mumbled something to yourself as you rubbed your eyes, then reached for your phone on the coffee table only to check the time.

When you realized you had overslept, you jumped awake and scrambled to your room. All you could think about was that your cousin was definitely overwhelmed and pulling her hair out having to run the cafe by herself. She had probably opened late, too, and was more than likely cursing your name through clenched teeth. All these thoughts ran through your head as you did your best to get ready in under twenty minutes.

The best you could do was take the briefest ice-cold shower to get your body going and throw on the most cohesive, monochrome outfit your frantic brain could compute. The moment you made it through your front door, you practically ran to the cafe, the heel of your boots clacked over the cobblestone.

You finally arrived at the coffee shop, bursting through the door with a string of apologies to your cousin and a clammy forehead beaded with sweat. You peeled your layers off, one by one, until you were only wearing your long-sleeve shirt and jeans, and tied the apron around. As you circled the counter to get your day started, you rambled on to your cousin, who was barely looking at you as she poured an effortless foam art into a large round mug.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, I have no idea how I managed to sleep in so much—" You were cut off by your cousin placing the cup in your hands. Her hands stilled over yours as you looked down confused, then up at her. Her face was beaming with a cheeky smile.

"He's here," she whispered, wide eyes and smirking face expressing pure joy.

You looked over to the rest of the shop, your eyes scanning the patrons who had their noses buried in books or cups of coffee to their lips. Almost immediately, though, your eyes fell right on a familiar figure.

John sat at an upholstered chair in a far corner of the cafe, right by the large window with the sun’s glare casting over him, warming and softening the angles of his face. He was clad in a dark green sweater today, an arm crossed over his abdomen as he reclined into the chair with the book you gave him in his other hand. He was at its last few pages. His expression was that of concentration, with knitted brows and a light pout.

You marveled at him, your heart stopping in its track when you caught sight of him. But you turned back to your cousin with feigned aloofness.

“Well, he lives nearby apparently so it’s no surprise—“ she cut you off again.

“He asked for you, cuz,” your cousin’s eyes pierced through you, her face turning stern. “He walked in today and immediately asked for you. He’s been sitting there waiting.”

Your lips pressed tightly into a line. He was waiting for you?

Your cousin’s hold over your hands strengthened as she pushed you to move, to go approach him.

“Take this to him, cuz,” her tone was a mix of a plea and a command. “He seems like he really likes you…do this for yourself, you deserve it.”

You gave her a long look, her wide eyes were practically begging you to follow her advice. Maybe she was right. It had been a long time since you liked someone, since you let yourself let someone into your life. Maybe you did deserve to allow yourself to open up and enjoy yourself with someone.

Her hands let go of yours, giving you a smile as if she read your mind.

”Go sit with him, I’ve got it,” were her last softly spoken words before she sent you off.

You let out a deep sigh and gave her a light smile, shaking your head as if thinking ‘I can’t believe I’m listening to your love advice’, and made your way over to John. You picked up a pastry on your way over to him, on the house.

John looked up from the book as soon as he saw your figure approaching him. His face lit up, kindness shining from it. He immediately got up from his seat and reached out to help you.

At that moment you noticed that John had a thing for helping, for being of service; he couldn’t stand and watch someone else do something for him, he was the type of man that preferred to take care of others and do things for others.

“Thank you, love, I’ve got it,” he said softly with a smile as he took the plates for you and set it down on the small table in front of his chair.

You thanked him and stood beside the chair across from his, hesitant to fully sit and commit to chatting with him.

John mirrored you, standing up parallel to you as if waiting for you to sit first. Quite the gentleman. And because of that you couldn’t let the man stand like a guard, so you caved and sat down. Of course, he followed you.

You sat there for a moment and collected your thoughts before asking, “So you’ve finished the book?”

“I did, actually,” he smiled at you, his eyes locked into yours, and they’d stay there from this moment on.

“I quite liked it.” He chuckled a bit, “But it was tough to read at times so I took all of yesterday to get through it.”

So that’s why he didn’t come, you thought, he was too busy actually putting effort into reading the book you gave him.

That thought made a smirk pull at your lips.

“Thought you said you’d come for help reading!” You said slyly, and he let out another chuckle at that. You loved the feeling you got when you amused him.

“ ‘M sorry, love, didn’t want to trouble you much,” he confessed taking a sip from the cup of coffee. His words confirmed your thoughts.

He pressed his lips at the taste of the coffee. Too bitter, you noted he liked things sweet last time. And he reached for the sugar to amend his drink.

The man in front of you was a delight to watch.

“You like sweet things?” You asked, hardly noticing the fact you had spoken up.

“It’s a vice, truly, worse than smokin’ for me.” He said with a nod as he tasted it again. “We don’t get a lot of sweetness at work.”

You chuckled. “Well you should give that a try…” you gestured to the pastry you brought him, “I, erm, make them m’self.”

A light blush scattered over your cheeks as the man smiled cheekily, reaching over to take the pastry.

“I already know it’ll be good if y’made it, doll,” he quipped before taking a bite. John let out a slow hum as he chewed the bite. You’d be lying if you said your mind didn’t wonder to the dirtiest of places when you heard that sound emanate from him—you wouldn’t mind hearing more of that, really.

“Bloody good, love, fuckin’ hell,” the man sounded like it was the best thing he’d tasted, proceeding to devour the treat. You bit your lip to suppress a growing smile.

“Now you have a reason to keep coming, John,” your own words surprised you, not knowing you had the confidence to make such a comment. You practically just confessed to him that you wanted him to continue coming.

“Oh I already had a very good reason to keep comin’, doll,” his tone was flirty, and his eyes burnt through you. Did they somehow get bluer? You felt the sting of your cheeks at his comment.

You stayed there talking with John for about an hour, occasionally glancing back at your cousin to check on her. Each time she’d give you a thumbs up and a shooing motion with her hand. The store was relatively empty, so there wasn’t much need for an extra hand.

Instead, you got to spend time talking to John. You asked him about his work in the military, but he told you there wasn’t much he could say that made for good conversation. You didn’t mind, you simply cared more about getting to know the man in front of you as a person and not as much for what he did.

But he told you about the places he’d been to because of his profession, about his friends in the service and their off-duty escapades, and about his family in Herefordshire. He told you he has a dog back home, and your dog-loving self couldn’t be contained when he showed you the picture of him on his phone screen. It made him laugh how giddy you got and how your voice rose a couple octaves in excitement.

You asked him about his favorite book, he said The Wind Also Rises. And when you asked what music he listens to, he gave you a whole Spotify playlist which required him exchanging numbers with you.

By now the coffee in his cup was long gone, and a second hour had passed. Your cheeks were sore from smiling and laughing the whole time. He wouldn’t let the smile drop from your face by hitting you continuously with a mix of the cheesiest pick-up lines and the worst dad-jokes you’ve had the misfortune of hearing.

And the fact that you made him smile and laugh too made a fire kindle in your chest. It surged a warm sensation and made you feel a sense of home that you didn’t know could be brought up in you by a person.

John’s deep blue eyes were glued to you, taking you in like you were the only person in the world. And you couldn’t look away either, as if memorizing every line of his face and every pore, wrinkle, or blemish on his skin.

He leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees to actively listen to you as you told him where you were originally from, how you got to co-own this place with your cousin, and how the two of you had made a business you were properly proud of. He listened with wholeheartedness and admiration, as if taking mental notes of everything you said to him, storing the information as gold coins in a treasure chest.

A third hour passed. Your mad ran dry with how much you had been talking to John. The two of you were now in a brief but pleasant silence as you took each other in.

“I really enjoy your company, love,” he broke the silence, his voice soft and earnest.

“I do too, John.”

“I’ve got to go but erm..” he inhaled, “I’d like to maybe take you out sometime.” He let out the breath he was holding, a grin on his face and a gentleness in his eyes.

“I’d like that a lot, actually,” you responded, making his face brighten even more and he gave you a pleased hum.

“ ‘M glad t’hear that,” his eyes raked over you then found their way back to yours. He looked at you for a moment before standing up to leave.

You stood with him, telling him you’d accompany him to the outside as you exchanged a few last comments.

You stood outside the shop with him on the street as he fixed his jacket back on as well as his beanie.

“So tomorrow at 8?” He asked.

“Mhm, I’ll be there,” you stood in front of him, craning your neck slightly to make eye contact with him.

He moved closer to you, standing just inches from you. You were reminded of his large stature compared to yours. His presence felt protective and warm in front of you, the cold weather felt like nothing thanks to the heat his body radiated to you.

John’s hand reached up to you, his index finger tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, with his gaze not daring to break away from yours. “I’ll see you then, love.”

The gesture made your whole body melt. You could hardly find any words to say in response. The most you could muster was a gulp and a shaky nod of your beer red head.

“See you, John,” you said, almost a whisper. And with that, he turned on his heels and went on his way. You watched him disappear down the street before heading back in.

You felt like you were in shock. Like you needed someone to pinch you awake or pull you back down to earth from heaven. Your heart couldn’t beat any faster.

It felt like every goodbye between the two of you was a door opening into another hello.

Like the void of loneliness that was opened in you that day was slowly getting filled by the warmth and comfort of John’s presence every time you got to see him.

And you couldn’t be happier about there being a third hello just a day away.

That Saturday morning, Iseul took Cam and Piper to Windenburg. Piper’s moms had talked on the phone with Iseul, and they’d been hesitant, but agreed to let Piper go. They figured that she was 17 now, so they could loosen the reins a bit and trust her to go on a trip without them, plus Megan vouched for Iseul, saying that she was pretty responsible and she’d look after Piper. “When I was drinking and partying in college, Is would look after me and she was very responsible and made sure I had water and food and brought me home at times. So she'll look after Pipes and Cammy.” Megan added, and Chrissy had smiled and nodded. “Dang okay Megs. And alright, I suppose Luna and I can trust Iseul.” She said.

The three of them would be staying at a hostel that Iseul knew about, and Iseul immediately told Piper and Cam some rules as they sat in her room. Is had rented out two private rooms, one for her and one for Cam and Piper with two beds, which made Piper blush as Cam had teased her about how they technically only needed one bed. “No leaving the hostel without letting me know first, always have your cell phones on in case we need to call each other, you two aren’t allowed to drink at the pubs but I can get you soda, juice, or water.” She’d paused and added awkwardly. “Look, I was a teen once too, and I know you guys are….woohooally-active with each other and sharing a room for the trip and that’s fine, but just continue to be safe and all.” Piper had blushed but nodded, since her moms gave her the same speech to just be safe because they knew she’d want to woohoo with her girlfriend, and Cam grinned mischievously. To tease her auntie, she jokingly said. “Auntie Is, I have some woohoo questions to ask you.” Iseul snorted and shook her head, sensing Cam’s jokes. “No. You guys can call your respective parents for those questions. Okay.” Iseul glanced at Piper. “Pipes, your moms told me that your great-grandparents live here and you want to see them?” Piper nodded. “They won’t mind if you tag along, auntie Is, they always say the more the merrier and they’d want to meet you too. Plus my auntie Hailey’s over too, and you’ll like her. She’s a cool and fun auntie like you and has a similar style to yours, but it just that she’s straight instead.” Iseul laughed. "Well, okay Pipes. I’d love to meet her and your great-grandparents.” She said, and then smiled at Piper and Cam. “I forgot how much I missed Windenburg.” She said. “Yeah, it’s beautiful.” Piper said, smiling as she looked out the window at the view of the Lykke Centre neighborhood.

Since it was still early, Iseul took them to the Hare and Hedgehog Cafe and they got coffee and pastries before they headed to the Von Haunt Estate. Piper had been there a few times with her moms, brother, cousin, and aunties, but she loved being there again with Cam and Iseul. Auntie Is was like a tour guide, and told Piper and Cam about hidden details and theories about the Shallots and their estate and life. Piper glanced around at the paintings, and saw Cam smiling at her. “Hey, you’re supposed to be looking around at the chalet, not me.” She teased. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful but I keep getting distracted by your face and how beautiful you are.” Cam said, grinning. Iseul rolled her eyes at her niece being cheesy but smiled as Cam and Piper half-bickered and half-flirted. “Okay, okay.” She said. “Let’s tour the rest of the Chalet and then you guys can flirt as much as you want.” Cam nodded, and she took Pipers hand as they followed Iseul into the kitchen/dining.

You should make a grethan one shot based on the song Little bit by drake ft-Lykke Li you don’t have to of course just think it’s a fun idea !

Thank you for this ask and the suggestion! Hope you enjoy :] 🩵🩷

WC: 4246

———

Hands down

I’m too proud for love

But with eyes shut

It’s you I’m thinking of

———

It’s always hazy to start.

He didn’t used to dream about Ethan very often, only randomly, usually with him being a side character at best, never just about him.

Grayson’s vision is cloudy, barely helped by the few slow blinks he tries, the blurry image before him slowly getting clearer.

It feels like wading through clouds— fluffy, dense, suffocating— but he just has to focus.

Focus.

Grayson can smell freshly ground coffee beans, freshly baked bread, sweet cream, caramel sauce. He blinks one more time, and he’s sat at a booth, in a small cafe, bustling with people. He smiles to himself as he watches people walk up to the register. They’re speaking a language he doesn’t quite understand, their syllables sound slurred and vowels elongated, sounding strange to his ear.

Grayson feels warm, warmer than usual, on the verge of breaking a sweat, but not quite. His hand is resting on the side of his mug, and it feels even warmer. Grayson looks down at it and studies the intricate design made out of frothy milk. He’s not moving, but the rings of foam seem to swirl, slow and measured, creating ripples in his coffee.

“Grayson.”

He finally looks up, met with dark brown eyes and a square jaw, curly black hair that falls just above bushy brows.

“Ethan,” Grayson says in return, a look of disbelief on his face. Ethan looks lovely, healthy. His cheeks are rosy, his face free of stubble, supple, smooth skin. He’s glowing, radiating a warm, yellow light, angelic in the way it radiated.

“I got you a cappuccino,” Ethan chuckles and stares back. He looks fond, a happy, toothy grin revealing as much.

He’s so beautiful.

“My favorite,” Grayson chuckled, reaching down to grab his mug by the handle and taking a long sip from it. It feels good, perfectly warm, savory and frothy in all the right ways. When he pulled away from the mug, Ethan’s smile was even bigger. Grayson didn’t even process him leaning closer, over the table, before his twin was kissing him slowly. Grayson kissed back, probably a bit too eagerly considering they were out in public.

Ethan pulled away slowly and sat back down in his seat, licking his top lip. “You had a little foam,” he explained, his grin curling around the edges of his mouth, devious and affectionate all at once.

Grayson was still trying to decide whether this was a dream or not, licking his lips too, savoring the taste of Ethan. “You sure you got it all?” Grayson said softly, leaning in slightly, smiling, too.

As Ethan leaned in again, Grayson felt his world shift around him. Before their lips could meet, the scenery changed in seconds, suddenly standing with Ethan right in front of him.

The sun was shining bright above them, blinding. The air smelled just as sweet, less of espresso and more like peonies and roses. They glow, just like Ethan, hues of pink and white and purple. They’re back home, in their backyard. It’s the same, yet different. There are too many flowers, covering every inch of grass. Still the same, still lined with a white picket fence and an excess of trees. Grayson doesn’t have to look behind himself to know that there’s a towering oak a few yards away, long dead, still a behemoth that plagued his thoughts. Grayson’s eyes are still closed, and he can see the etching in the bark, a heart, E + G in the middle. It’s faded, wet, mossy.

“Do you mean it?” Grayson heard himself ask. His eyes opened and Ethan was still there, looking just as beautiful as he did in the coffee shop.

Ethan didn’t say anything at first, didn’t move when he felt Grayson’s fingers grip his biceps. He leaned in just a few inches from Grayson’s mouth, as if to kiss him. His eyes are lidded, nearly closed, but he doesn’t dare move closer. “I do. Always,” he murmured.

Grayson doesn’t move, either. He can feel Ethan’s breath, shallow and slow. “I love you too.” He met Ethan halfway and kissed him again to punctuate his sentence, indulgently letting his hands slide up to rest on Ethan’s broad shoulders, fingers kneading into the flesh, trailing up his neck until he had both sides of Ethan’s face cupped in his hands. Grayson is the first to pull away, quite reluctantly, face-splitting smile on his face.

“I’m making eggs. Any way you’d like,” Ethan said, and it made Grayson pull back further, confused. “Or I could try to make bacon again,” Ethan continued and looked mischievous then, knowing, like he knew Grayson wouldn’t like that.

Grayson could feel his body hum, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears, booming, making it impossible to hear anything else. His vision was blurry again, cloudy images of Ethan fading before him.

Grayson gasped as his eyes flew open, chest heaving with his breaths. He sat upright, looking wide-eyed and confused at Ethan, who was doubled over in his own fit of laughter by the door.

“Gray, that was seriously the funniest thing ever,” Ethan snorted, trying to wipe the tears that were streaming out of his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Grayson said groggily, rubbing at his eyes to try and get some of the sleep out of them, stretching his arms over his head.

“You were in, like, the deepest sleep ever, and as soon as I mentioned cooking bacon you woke up,” Ethan chuckled and joined his twin on the bed, plopping himself down comfortably in the sleep-warmed sheets.

Grayson regarded him cautiously, trying not to think of the strange dream he’d just had, or the dull ache in his chest, something like longing. “Don’t you dare touch the bacon. I’m not in the mood to put out any fires today,” Grayson scolded softly and playfully pushed at Ethan’s arm. Grayson’s eyes caught Ethan’s, and he stared for a moment, remembering the fuzzy details from his dream, how close Ethan was to him, how it felt to kiss him. Grayson played it off with a smile, looking away before he could get too carried away. “Scrambled, please,” Grayson finally responded to Ethan’s initial offer, not moving to get out of bed.

“What was your dream about?” Ethan asked, instead of getting back up. “You were saying something but I couldn’t understand it,” he chuckled and turned onto his side, looking at Grayson expectantly.

Grayson hated that Ethan knew he’d been dreaming, trying desperately to come up with a good cover for the dream he’d had. He’d never tell Ethan about it, or about his feelings that manifested the vivid dreams. “We were just getting coffee,” he stated. It wasn’t a lie, they did get coffee, among other things.

“And?” Ethan pressed on. He knew his brother quite well, and he could already tell Grayson was omitting something. “Is that all we did?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger twin.

Grayson had the decency to look offended, pinching Ethan’s arm to get him to ease up in the interrogation he was conducting. When Ethan flinched and yelped, Grayson laughed sweetly, shaking his head. “Yes, that’s all we did. Creep,” he tacked on playfully, even though he had been the one to dream of himself kissing his own brother, and liked it.

“I’m gonna over-salt your eggs,” Ethan said, matter-of-factly, scooting off the bed so he could do just that.

“Please don’t!” Grayson called after him, unable to hide the wide smile on his face as he watched Ethan leave, his heart still beating a mile a minute from the events of his dream.

———

Grayson breathed harshly against the soft pillows beneath him, fingers gripping them so hard that his knuckles were white, endless mewls and squeals spilling out of him.

He felt unbearably hot, like he’d burst into flames at any moment. His skin was sticky and damp with sweat, dripping down his temples.

It was a stifling warmth, radiating from deep within him, only rivaled by the searing touch of two hands on his waist, forcing him to move as they pleased.

The body behind him pounded into him mercilessly as he arched his back deeper, the sound of skin against skin loud in his ears.

“Ethan,” Grayson heard himself moan. “More,” he babbled. He could feel his cock slapping uselessly against his tummy, the movement giving him barely anything, barely any friction to really get him off. The feeling of a thick cock jabbing against his prostate was making up for it, making his brain feel like mush in his head, thoughts all about Ethan Ethan Ethan.

“Fuck, Grayson,” Ethan panted and pressed his fingers harder into the flesh of Grayson’s hips, slamming him back on his cock with every thrust. “You were made for this,” he purred, his pace slowing but not getting any less harsh. “Made for me.”

Grayson nodded along without thinking, wanting nothing more than to give himself completely to his brother. “Made for you,” he repeated back shakily and buried his face in the pillow below, unable to control the way Ethan was punching more moans out of him, higher-pitched than before, a desperate plea for Ethan to ruin him.

Ethan chuckled lowly behind Grayson, deciding to be a bit cruel and pulling out without warning. Before Grayson could protest, he flipped him onto his back, Ethan immediately crowding into his space, mouth hovering close to Grayson’s. “Say it again,” he instructed evenly.

Grayson whined as he was flipped around, head spinning with desire and desperation. “I’m made for you,” Grayson panted. It was almost embarrassing how much he meant it, how much of himself he’d be willing to give just to make Ethan happy. He would give everything, anything, if it meant Ethan was happy.

“Again,” Ethan continued as he lined himself up with Grayson’s fluttering entrance once more, slipping back into the tight clutch of him.

“I’m made for you,” Grayson said again, louder, only impeded by the feeling of Ethan’s cock sliding back into him to the hilt. He let out a strained moan, squirming helplessly underneath Ethan as he got used to the feeling all over again.

One of Ethan’s hands reached up to grip Grayson’s jaw, thumb and forefinger on either side of his face, forcing him to look straight at him as he began his brutal pace once more. “Can you feel how perfect I fit, Grayson?” Ethan egged on, lips barely an inch from Grayson’s as he spoke, sharing the same breaths, suffocating Grayson with all his love. “I can feel you squeezing around me, don’t wanna let me go, huh?” he said, tone turning saccharine, soft and sweet. Ethan’s hips rolled against him languidly with the little space he had put between them, only pulling out a couple inches at a time, grinding himself deeper and deeper.

Grayson was on the verge of losing himself completely in the intensity of Ethan’s words, shaking against his twin unashamedly, slack-jawed. He couldn’t even form a coherent response to what Ethan was saying, his cock jolting between them with the very beginnings of his orgasm.

Grayson only got to experience the pure euphoria of it for a few moments before his vision turned black, his eyes opening suddenly to no one above him, or beside him, staring into the darkness of his room.

Grayson’s breathing was ragged and choppy, his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his sweaty skin. His blanket was nowhere to be found, tossed onto the floor, his bed a mess of scattered pillows.

Grayson felt around for his phone to check the time.

4 AM.

Grayson dropped his phone and let out a pitiful sound, something like embarrassment and shame creeping up his neck, tinting his skin a burgundy red.

The plague of dreams about Ethan hadn’t let up, not even for one night. This had been the most intense one yet, the most realistic, the most memorable. Grayson could almost recall the way Ethan’s fingers pressed bruises into his skin and the satisfying fullness of being impaled on his cock, the way his words made his heart flutter and burst all at once.

Grayson was left with an ache much different than he was expecting, a sort of emptiness in the cavity of his chest, simultaneously filled with all his love and devoid of the love he truly wanted, needed. The ache between his legs was worse, a wet spot visible on the front of his sweatpants.

“Grayson?”

Grayson startled himself into sitting up, looking at his door to see Ethan standing there, so similar to how his twin had caught him during his first dream. His demeanor was different, though— shy, unsure.

“Ethan,” Grayson responded with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his sweaty face. “What’s wrong?”

“You were calling for me,” Ethan explained, deciding to take a step into the room and close the door behind him, assured by the sound of the doorknob clicking shut. Ethan regarded Grayson curiously, noting his sweaty appearance, the way his chest heaved slightly, hair stuck to his forehead. He briefly wondered if checking on him was a bad idea, just from the disheveled look of him.

Grayson reached down to the floor to grab his blanket, using it to hide the evidence of his dream that showed clearly in his sweats, trying to mask the embarrassment from his expression. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Grayson murmured.

“Another dream about me?” Ethan chanced, smiling softly at his twin brother, who flushed ever so slightly at his words.

“Yeah,” Grayson admitted without a fight, knowing it would’ve been impossible to explain it away. He looked back at Ethan just as cautiously, taking note of Ethan’s grin, his sleepy eyes and the stubble that seemed to grow as quickly as it was shaved off. Flashes of his dream came without warning, the feeling of that same stubble rubbing against his face, his neck.

Ethan didn’t know how to respond to the simple truth, to the fact that he seemed to be quite pervasive in Grayson’s psyche lately. “Why have I been on your mind so much lately?” Ethan asked, genuinely curious, taking a few steps towards Grayson’s bed as he spoke, sitting beside him in the mess of pillows and blankets.

Grayson watched Ethan’s every move as he came closer, fists tightening in his duvet to keep himself covered, still certain his hard-on hadn’t gone down yet. “I.. I don’t know, Ethan,” he said, honest as he could be.

The question about how Grayson felt about his twin brother had been something he’d contemplated his whole life. It was complicated, in more ways than one, and it wasn’t something he could sit down and figure out in one sitting, even if he really wanted to. Ethan was everything to Grayson, his best friend and built-in companion, and Grayson had tried his best to keep it that way. It was impossible to stop the onslaught of prickly warmth that filled him when he thought about Ethan, or to put a stop to the dreams that seemed to fill his every sleeping moment. Grayson supposed it was easier to explore his feelings in his dreams; he could have Ethan however he wanted when he was dreaming, with no one to say no or pull them apart. In his dreams, Ethan was his, body and soul. It wasn’t hard to understand why Grayson leaned on these dreams so much, just so he could get a glimpse of what he truly wanted, a bittersweet taste of what could be.

Grayson’s silence prompted Ethan to do the same. Grayson wasn’t usually hard to read, but he could tell his brother had a very firm wall up. “I have dreams about you sometimes,” Ethan offered, reaching up to tenderly push Grayson’s hair out of his face, offering some relief to the warmth of his skin, even if brief. “The other night, you were my teacher. It was so weird. And you wouldn’t give me an extension on an assignment,” Ethan laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It seemed to work, Ethan staring shamelessly at the way Grayson’s shoulders shook with his laughter.

Grayson held his breath when he felt Ethan’s hand in his hair, a small token of affection that was common between them. He felt himself finally relax when Ethan recounted one of his own dreams, fingers trying to keep busy by smoothing over the soft fabric of his duvet, picking at the seams. Still, he didn’t say a word, still too jarred by his dream, not knowing how to approach this conversation at all.

“I’ve had.. weird dreams. With you in them,” Ethan continued. “Weird, like..” Ethan hesitated, looking down at Grayson’s fingers momentarily, working up the courage to look at his face again. “I’ve kissed you before. Not to be graphic, but, we made out,” he chuckled, trying not to reveal how nervous he was. All he wanted to do was prove to Grayson that weird dreams happened. There was no need to be embarrassed. Ethan knew it was bound to happen with how close they were, that at some point, a wire would get crossed during a dream.

Grayson was surprised to hear the confession, blinking at Ethan with a look of shock on his face. Maybe he wasn’t so fucked up for having these dreams, then. Sure, making out wasn’t comparable to what he’d just dreamed, but it was a start, a line cast to try and make him feel better about it. The fact that the seed had been planted in Ethan’s brain as well was also reassuring, knowing that his twin had to have thought about it before he dreamt it for it to happen in his dreams, too.

“You kind of sucked at it, actual-“ Ethan tried to land another joke to see if it would suffice in making Grayson say something, quite anxious that he wasn’t saying anything in reaction to his admittance. He was cut off by Grayson lunging forward without warning, his lips crashing against his twin’s with enough force to knock Ethan onto his back, Ethan’s hands instinctively grabbing Grayson’s waist. The kiss only lasted a few moments before Grayson pulled away.

Grayson wasn’t sure what had come over him between now and just a few seconds ago, before he had permanently altered the trajectory of their relationship. Something clicked into place in his head, a sort of assurance that it was okay, that Ethan would understand the monstrous feelings that crowded themselves around Grayson’s heart, possibly even reciprocate them.

“Whoa,” Ethan said after Grayson parted from him, eyes wide and breaths shallow, his shock still settling in. Suddenly, he had his twin on top of him, straddling his hips, something he’d never thought would happen. “What was that?” He asked urgently, searching Grayson’s face for some sort of answer. Why in the world had Grayson just kissed him?

“You were fucking me,” Grayson responded softly, seemingly off-topic from Ethan’s question, lips parted as he stared at his twin’s mouth. “In my dream. You fucked me so good,” he sighed, nearly turning into a whine, feeling his body warm at the distant memory of Ethan’s cock shoved deep inside of him.

Ethan felt himself stiffen at Grayson’s candid admittance, as if they weren’t brothers, as if revealing something so damning wouldn’t change everything. Ethan wasn’t naive, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about Grayson in that way before, on his loneliest nights when he was the only one left to turn to. “Grayson,” he said meekly, attempting to steer this conversation back to some normalcy.

Grayson easily ignored Ethan, pulling away completely and settling back on Ethan’s hips. Ethan’s hands were still splayed over his waist, prompting Grayson to lay his hands over them, letting the heat from his palms transfer to Ethan’s. “You held me exactly like this,” Grayson hummed, indulgently trailing one of his hands up the length of Ethan’s torso and letting his fingers wrap around his neck, mimicking the grip Ethan had had on his face in his dream. “You held me down, just like this,” Grayson purred. He didn’t break eye contact once, didn’t stop staring at the fearful, curious look on Ethan’s face. “You were.. unbelievable. Unreal. Just-“ Grayson cut himself off with a sigh and let his gaze land on the ceiling above them, as if to ask for forgiveness, repenting for the confession he’d just made. He settled his hands on his own thighs, itching to touch more of his brother, but refraining. “I know I can’t have you like that. Not in real life. But it’s still good. Still feels real.” Grayson looked down at Ethan again. He didn’t have to look down at himself to know his dick was coming back to life, slowly fattening up in his pants, pressing urgently against Ethan’s tummy. He couldn’t even find it in himself to care that he was being so intense, so shameless as to get hard at the thought of his brother fucking him.

Ethan held his breath when he felt Grayson’s hands all over him, staring back up at him, clinging to every word he said. Ethan could feel it, too, Grayson’s excitement pressing against him, along with the palpable tension that swirled around him. Grayson saying such vulgar things and touching him like this was confusing and enticing, forcing him to consider what Grayson was saying. “Grayson,” Ethan said again, after swallowing the lump in his throat, mouth feeling dry. “I don’t understand,” he murmured. He wasn’t entirely sure what Grayson was getting at or if he was trying to get at anything. Maybe Grayson had finally gone insane and this was his last stand, his attempt at getting Ethan to understand his desires.

The corner of Grayson’s mouth quirked up into a smirk before he shrugged his shoulders. “Come on, E,” Grayson chuckled and scooted back until he was sitting on Ethan’s thighs, eyes grazing down his body until he landed on the front of Ethan’s plaid pajama pants. Grayson didn’t think he had to say anything else on the matter, especially when it was pretty clear what Ethan thought of this. Maybe it was unfair to put him in this position, to climb on top of him and talk about all the things they’d done in a dream. Ethan was hard. Grayson had felt it growing against his ass for the last few minutes, a physical reminder of what shouldn’t be, what couldn’t be.

Ethan flushed down to his toes, suddenly much too hot to handle any of this, Grayson still staring at his dick. He hadn’t meant to give himself away so easily. He was already hyper-aware of Grayson’s every move, every word, every predatory look along the length of his body. The thought of his brother acting like this should’ve been repulsive, but Ethan couldn’t explain the way he was feeling, the fiery licks of lust that burned his throat, threatening to put into words what he truly wanted. Ethan’s own gaze flickered down to join the tense stare-off, their cocks barely pressing together, chubbed up under their respective clothes.

“We shouldn’t,” Grayson spoke softly after a bit of silence, though his fingers said a completely different thing, gently pushing up Ethan’s shirt, fingertips gliding slowly up his skin. He could feel his own pulse increase as his hand pushed higher, trying to memorize every groove of Ethan’s abs, the slope of his pecs, the way his nipple pebbles under his touch.

“We shouldn’t,” Ethan repeated back, though he made no move to push Grayson off or tell him to stop touching. “You should go back to sleep, Grayson,” Ethan murmured, eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. Ethan wasn’t equipped to deny himself this, especially when he’d already seen such intimate parts of Grayson and the thoughts that filled his head. The hand under his shirt was making goosebumps rise on his skin in anticipation for more, more touches and kisses and blazing confessions.

Ethan’s words made Grayson stop in his tracks, pulling his hand away as if he had been burned. He knew this was the right thing to do. He shouldn’t have expected Ethan to bend to his will, not when it came to this. “I’m gonna dream about you again,” he sighed. He sounded tired as he said it, sleepy and all too aware of his nightly fate.

“That’s okay,” Ethan assured. He finally offered a small smile, a reassurance that Grayson didn’t realize he needed. They couldn’t, it was one step too far, despite how much they wanted to indulge their desires.

Grayson’s somber expression turned into a more pleasant one when Ethan gave him his blessing. He moved slowly as he climbed off of Ethan and laid beside him, an appropriate amount of space between them now. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Grayson muttered, eyes closed already, breathing evenly to try and calm his heartbeat.

Ethan felt a whole slew of emotions as Grayson climbed off of him, some he wasn’t exactly expecting. He didn’t want to call it disappointment, but he felt something tug in his chest when Grayson agreed so easily to not continue. Ethan sat up and looked down at Grayson, wanting to say everything and nothing at all. The older twin stood without a word and made his way towards the door, not looking back as he left.

History of Worlds

The Mizrahi's have been all around the Worlds over the generations. Here is a history of all the worlds and how the Mizrahi Legacy has impacted them.

Henford-on-Bagley:

Old New Henford - Where it all began. In Generation Zero (before the legacy began) the land was split between two families who worked in harmony despite having different ways of doing things. During the Antique Generation, Uriah purchased the Hoffman's farm. His son later gave the Hoffman house to his ex-wife but it was later purchased by Jonathan Noble and is used as the HCR headquarters so that all of Old New Henford (once Little Henford) is connected to the Mizrahi family.

Finchwick - The bustling town center is a perfect place for a Henford heart-to-heart and a popular place for teens to gather. The Gnome's Arms has been at its center for longer then anyone can remember. Once a bar it was converted into a restaurant in the 1920's. It's now surrounded by Chopra's Antiques (est: 1899), as well as a theater, bookshop and cafe and an arcade even opened in the 1980's

The Bramblewood - The area has been fiercely preserved by the Batiste and Harris families. While it does consist of a number of smaller farms (including one that is often used as a dance hall) the Isle of Volpe itself remains untouched by technology. Tucked far within these woods is a small cottage that Alexander Hough stayed in while smuggling his family out of Henford to Chestnut Ridge

Brindleton Bay:

Cavelier Cove - Not much is known yet about the Bay. It's the place where Jeb Mizrahi was exiled in 1896. There he worked at the lighthouse and raised his 3 daughters. But they left as soon as the Economic Depression of the 1930's hit and little is known of their childhood. Hezekiah was based there during WWII where he met Gilbert Gilberts the founder of San Sequoia.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Sable Square, Whiskerman's Wharf, Deadgrass Isle

Windenburg:

Olde Platz - After his parents death and getting adopted by his uncle in 1898 Gideon Mizrahi set off on his own and settled down in the growing city of Windenburg. He pursued his lifetime dream of being an artist and eventually met his wife Cecilia Kang who convinced him to move back to Henford

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Lykke Center, Windslar, Crumbling Isles

Britechester:

Gibbs Hill - Uriah's other nephew Hemman attended Britechester when it was still a small school nestled on a hill and was just starting to accept female students. He was an exceptional student whose wife continued to work in the library for many years after his death in WWI. Nikolas Layne attended the same college which by that time had spread across the river.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - University of Britechester, Foxbury Institute

Granite Falls

Forest - In 1914 the co-heirs of the Burnished Generation went on a hunting trip with their uncle. A trip that ended with Daniel beating David and abandoning him in the woods. David bore the scar on his for the rest of his life.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Campgrounds

Del Sol Valley:

The Pinnacles - When the Worlds were still shifting and close together, Thorne Bailey (who also owned the college) sent his daughter to the highschool in Henford where she met Daniel Mizrahi and married in 1908. By 1976 the Alto family was the big name in the Valley and up-and-coming Ranch Music Singer Johnny Zest is expected to live there by the 2000's

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Mirage Park, Starlight Boulevard

Evergreen Harbor:

Port Promise - When the Economic Depression of the 1930's hit Hezekiah and his cousin Kailee Hoffman moved to Evergreen Harbor for a new start and lived as hobos near the Port. It was there they met their SO's. After WWII Kailee and her husband Knox Greenburg opened a rehebilitation center for women and soldier to find work after the war

Conifer Station - Hezekiah's older sister Lizbeth married William Pigulock and when he inherited his grandparent's estate he moved their family to Evergreen. The house became a type of boarding house for the women and their children while their husbands were at war. It also a few blocks away from the orphanage where Sofia was raised until a fire burned it down

Grim's Quarry - While it was once considered the nice part of the Harbor it has become rather run down since the Depression. Anabelle Gillain grew up there but after her brother fell in the Quarry couldn't bear to stay. She later returned for a short time with her infant son and Knox Greenburg frequented a bar there during his low point after WWII.

Copperdale:

Plumbite Cove - Despite not having many shops it is the busier part of Copperdale due to having the Carnival. It was here that Hezekiah moved his family after WWII and they have had a home there ever since.

Prescott Square - An old neighborhood that has held a bit too tightly to it's roots. The Prescott's have lived there since the town's founding. For the longest time the Black Lantern bar (which Sofia and her children lived above from 1961-63) was the only thing keeping the area alive but since the bowling alley was added in 1964 it's been growing again and there've even been talks of a Thriftea store being put in.

Rockridge Heights - Home of Copperdale Academy where both Ava and Kylan Marie attended high school. It was there that Ava met her husband Kyle Kyleson and the legendary prom of 1987

Oasis Springs:

Skyward Palms - Mostly known for it's strip club and the dirty dealings of the Oasis Springs Syndicate (OSS) it was here that Sofia fled in 1951 after discovering she was pregnant. She worked for Don as a Call Girl until 1954 and in 1959 Nikolas Layne headed an investigation to put Don behind bars.

Bedrock Strait - A more rundown part of town where Don also owns land. It was there that he housed Sofia in a trailer since she had a kid and he didn't want her living in his brothel.

Desert Bloom Park - A simple park in the middle of the springs where Sofia spent a lot of time with her daughter and eventually met Jameson Reed.

Mirage Canyon - The civic area of the springs that includes a restaurant that Sofia frequented and the museum where Ava met Nancy Landgraab. It was this restaurant and museum that the Chopra's visited on their honeymoon in 1894 and inspired their love for Selvadoradan culture and led to them opening Chopra's Antiques

Parched Prospect - A quiet more family friendly part of the Springs where Jameson Reed brought Sofia after rescuing her from Don and they lived while they were married until his arrest in 1959

Acquisition Butte - Home of the Landgraab's and pretty much only the Landgraab's. After Nancy traipsed all over the worlds in her youth she finally managed to settle down with a nice doctor and they have moved back to take over her parent's company.

Tartosa:

Terra Amorosa - The place where Sofia and Jamal went on their honeymoon. Due to the trauma of his arrest she had no good feelings toward it and has never recommended it to any of her children or grandchildren.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Porto Luminoso

Selvadorada:

Puerto Llamnte Marketplace - Filled with deep culture, beautiful architecture and screaming vendors. It was here the Stefan met Esteban Beltran who was selling his wares when Stefan came with his uncle on a mission for the HCR.

Belomisia Jungle - Filled with secrets of an ancient civilazation. Legend says that the Omiscans who lived in the ruins were highly advanced and disappeared one day in a flash of light. The HCR has a "pharmaceutical" grove that they tend though there have been deeply buried reports of people dying from eating the fruit.

Strangerville

Strangerville Plaza - Currently known only as Area GP-7 by all accounts it doesn't exist and the stories that come out of it are merely conspiracy theories. If there were still anyone who cared what happened to Jameson Reed after his arrest they would find a rather cryptic transcript. "Arrived at GP-7 for interrogation, Cypher recovered, Transferred to Batuu"

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Shady Acres, The [Redacted] Lab

Mt Komorebi

Wakaba - A quiet and traditional neighborhood where Stefan and Esteban settled down after escaping the Sulani War and lived peacefully despite not being allowed to be open about their relationship

Senbamachi - The most traditional part of Komorebi. It was here that Geoffrey Geofferson went to work for a natural medicine doctor and fate brought him and Nancy Landgraab together. He started his own practice after they married and was doctor to Esteban when diagnosed with HIV

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Yukimatsu

San Myshuno

Spice Market - The original neighborhood of the city. There was a time when all the festivals happened in one district and Ava took her daughter to all of them no matter what world they lived in at the time. Nikolas Layne lived there after becoming a Detective while he was working to take down the OSS.

Uptown - The hub of the city with a nearby Botanical Garden. It is here that politicians make Worlds Addresses for large events such as natural disasters or terrorist attacks.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Fashion District, Arts Quarter

Willow Creek

Sage Estates - The neighborhood that Sofia lived in after a fire burned down her orphanage until her mother sent for her.

Unestablished Neighborhoods - Foundry Cove, Courtyard Lane, Pendula View, Crawdad Corner, Magnolia Blossom Park

Magnolia Promenade - A small world that currently houses an asylum where Ava's father was held until his death in 1968. Though there is no evidence, some of the nurses claimed that Nikolas Layne was responsible for the death while other's insist that's impossible considering he was the one paying for the man's care.

San Sequoia

Hopewell Hills - The quiet neighborhood where Gilbert Gilberts first came when he was founding his new world after leaving Henford-on-Bagley. It was discovered in 1986 that a complicated will left the World to his 3 sons: Geoffrey Geofferson (now Landgraab), Michael Michaelson (now Celeste) and Kyle Kyleson (now Mizrahi)

Anchorpoint Wharf - The business district of San Seq. Includes the bowling alley Ava and Kyle frequented with the Michaelson's in the early years of the marriage as well as the bar that Kyle frequented in the dark years of their marriage.

Gilbert Gardens - The family part of town where Gilbert ended his life. It includes the Family Fun Center which includes everything a family would need without ever having to leave town.

Chestnut Ridge

New Appaloosa - The town center where everything happens. It was here that Kylan Marie went on her first date with Shane Rosenthal and later met Dyami Grove

Rider's Glen - The country area where Kylan Marie is staying on the Mulligan Ranch and Shane works as a Ranch Hand.

Galloping Gulch - A mysterious part of the World that some say is haunted. Though the lake is beautiful place to take a dip during the day there are many who say that there a spirits that haunt the Gulch that are unhappy at the technology coming into the Ridge.

Batuu (mention only) - After Jameson Reed's arrest and interrogation. His mind was wiped and he was shipped to somewhere called Batuu. That is all that is known of the location.

Sulani (mention only) - In the 1960's there was a war in Sulani that Stefan was drafted to fight in from 1962-64.

Tomarang (mention only) - The world that Shane Rosenthal was born and raised in.

Unmentioned Worlds: Newcrest, Moonwood Mill, Forgotten Hollow, Glimmerbrook

What's the Portuguese for "willy-nilly"?

July 12th, 2009

This weekend we played our sole European festival of this year in Lisbon, Portugal. This was our first ever show in Portugal, so was exciting for that reason alone. It was also a rare situation where we arrived in the city the day before the gig, so we actually had time to do stuff and see sights, which was a rare and very welcome treat. Here are some snaps and notes on the weekend.

We departed from Bristol airport on Friday morning. This meant leaving Cardiff at 4:40AM. Myself and Neil had slept for just a single hour. In hindsight, it seems we may still have been drunk by the time we checked in.

Ollie’s had a haircut and looks really buff(er) as a result. I described him as looking like Tom Cruise in Top Gun, which, as the above photo attests, is completely accurate. Here Ollie is watching Late Of The Pier play and giving a “thumbs up” gesture to the words “Super Bock” behind him. Super Bock is a Portugese lager, popular with English football hooligans, like ourselves. We allowed our song Death To Los Campesinos! to be used in an advertisment for it. This works out really well for everybody involved, because a) We get a bit of dosh, and people in Portugal have hard of us, so we get to do this festival. b) Super Bock gets a top quality pop tune to go on its advert c) You get to see this picture of Ollie.

The next day, prior to our pop concert, a group of five of us set off into Lisbon to see the sights and get sun burnt. Usually I don’t like sight seeing, I prefer Football Manager, but I had some big transfer deadline based decisions to mull over, and thought the fresh air would do me some good. Here, I can be seen posing with a big poster advertising Cristiano Ronaldo. I believe it was a succesful advertising campaign as he has, of course, been sold. Note that I am mimicking Ollie’s above pose.

We walked for ‘bloody miles’ in the search of Lisboa’s castle. When we arrived, we stopped at a lovely little cafe for sustenance. Ollie, Tom and Neil had a custard tart each. See above.

We walked past a house which had this little bird cage nailed to the side of it. Lovely stuff. This is something I’d definitely like to see more of.

The castle was home to some incredible views. Well worth the blagged two and a half Euro entry, thanks to our expired Student cards.

This is Ollie stood next to a sunflower. I’m very lucky that Ollie is always very happy to humour my near constant requests that he pose for photos.

On the way back, after the metro ride, we saw a poster with our name on it. As you can see, the line up on our day was sadly rather uninspired. I would have liked to have seen Lykke Li and Black Eyed Peas, but in the end I was far too drunk/tired to stick around. Mainland Europe parties far too late for me.

Our concert was a lot of fun. We played a lot better than we should have, considering the minimal practise time we had before hand, and the crowd was incredibly lovely. Got some good football banter in during the set, we totally hammed up the Super Bock business, and my foot went through the stage. Saw something similar on 999 once and the fella lost his leg, so I got off lightly, al in all.

This morning, at a civilised time, for a change, we flew back to Bristol. Ellen’s a big kinder egg fan. She bought a three pack, and this was one of her gifts. Whilst I was taking this photograph, the arriving flight disembarked and from it emerged CARDIFF CITY FOOTBALL CLUB!! Serious. Whilst I was taking this photo, Tom was laughing because apparently some ginger lad who plays for them gave me a dirty look, either for sitting on the floor, or taking this photo, or for not being ginger, I assume. Couldn’t say. Anybody know who he might have been?

Type Research

20.01.23

Lykee Gardar is a Swedish cafe that rebranded its packaging and developed their own typefaces. They focused on loud, bright, happy colours and created a variety of bespoke warming designs. This cafe is a unique place, which is ran by farmers, coffee roasters and creative people that all came together and combined their knowledge. They state in the article they had help from Open Studio, a design agency based in Stockholm. I find their brand values and community very inspiring, as I think their designs express well their identity as an independent cafe, unlike cafe chains which don’t have the same sense of a community in them. I would normally just think that baristas and managers worked in a coffee shop, but I like how there’s also farmers and designers/creatives all working together in Lykee Gardar. It sounds like a pleasant and friendly place to visit and even work in.

https://type-01.com/lykke-gardar-the-swedish-cafe-that-developed-exclusive-typefaces-on-their-packing/

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Hello! I wanted to ask if I could get a male jjk matchup!

So for my personality, I’m an enfp, social and outgoing. I love to laugh and laugh super easily at that too(also, I cry super easily). I get annoyed super quick(have a bad temper), but my mood also gets better just as quickly. I’m super laid back, kind of irresponsible and usually go for the easy way out 😗✌🏽 I’m also super loud and I’m mostly happy(have an optimistic streak within me too). I’m a huge daydreamer and spend half of my day envisioning stuff very unlikely to happen. Im spontaneous too and I loveeee teasing my friends!!!!!! I can be clingy too(mostly physically because my love language is physical touch). I’m also usually super energetic and enthusiastic and my friends say I’m the ‘child’ of the group. Some hobbies of mine are playing volleyball(despite being smol for it), baking(I love sweet stuff) and reading fantasy books!! i love cats and taking care of them a lottt.

Thanks for requesting! Hope you like this!

❤︎ I pair you with...... ❤︎

GOJO SATORU

Gojo loves your energy.

Gojo walked in front of you with a wide grin plastered on his face. You groaned and walked behind him in the outdoor mall he took you to. It had been four hours at this point. Gojo and you decided to go on a shopping date at the weekend. (It was an excuse for Gojo to buy more clothes and spend time with you at the same time ;P)

Gojo grabbed our hand and pulled you into yet another store. Your lips formed a pout. You crossed your arms and looked away from Gojo.

"I'm hungry" You complained. "But baabe there's a sale on this high-end store" He whined, mocking your tone. "I'm going to pretend you aren't rich enough to buy the entire mall, Gojo Satoru." you said with a huff.

"Woah, Woah babe. What's with the full names?"

"THEN TAKE ME TO EAT SATORUUUUU" You whined and threw your head back.

"Let's gooo princess." Gojo twired you around.

Nanami's eye twitched as he saw you both acting obnoxiously in public. He had come to the mall with you both but had been ditched by the energetic white-haired man child.

Nanami sat at a distance while you enjoyed your -favourite dish- at a cafe.

Gojo smiled at you fondly. Gojo watched your cute cheeks puff up as you took a bite of your food. You looked so cute! He leaned in for a kiss but was instead poked by the end of your fork as you took a bite.

Songs for you:

Woman by Doja Cat

Sex Money Feelings Die by Lykke Li

Monthly Mix: July 2019

Illusions by Sundara Karma

Memeshikute by Golden Bomber 

Pick Your Poison by King Shelter

Teeth & Claws by King Shelter

You’ll Never Find My by Korn 

Balance, Not Symmetry by Biffy Clyro 

Made With Hate by Prophets of Rage 

Finders Keepers by The Night Cafe 

Ona by Sena Şener

Late Night Feelings by Mark Ronson feat. Lykke Li 

I Can’t Breathe Blues by The Blinders 

Hyygavik

Hyygavik

This western European world lies just across the mountain ranges of Windenberg. The Old Platz of Hyggavik is filled with gorgeous homes, hotels, and bars along the many canals; and many Britechester students stay there when they study abroad! Lykke square is home to fantastic modern cafes, the aquarium, and the iconic first location of Simkea!

The Crumbling Isle features a beautiful canal city with many rentable business hotel rooms that put you right at the heart of the action if you stay there. Beyond the central city, the isle is filled with gorgeous, modern Scandinavian architecture and bathhouses!

Up north, visit the Office of Simkea's headquarters, visit friends who live in the boathouses, take a dip in the natural Sloth Spring, or eat at the Keukenhof windmill restaurants among the tulips!

McDonald’s Workers in Denmark Pity Us – Denmark isn’t a socialist country. It’s just one that works. Nicholas Kristof has a scathing comparison of Denmark with the US, at the New York Times:

President Trump thunders that Democrats are trying to drag America toward “socialism,” Vice President Mike Pence warns that Democrats aim to “impose socialism on the American people,” and even some Democrats warn against becoming, as one put it, “[expletive] Denmark.”

So, before the coronavirus pandemic, I crept behind [expletive] Danish lines to explore: How scary is Denmark? How horrifying would it be if the United States took a step or two in the direction of Denmark? Would America lose its edge, productivity and innovation, or would it gain well-being, fairness and happiness?

So, here, grab a Danish, and we’ll chat about how a [expletive] progressive country performs under stress. The pandemic interrupted my reporting, but I’d be safer if I still were in Denmark: It has had almost twice as much testing per capita as the United States and fewer than half as many deaths per capita….

Denmark lowered new infections so successfully that last month it reopened elementary schools and day care centers as well as barber shops and physical therapy centers. Malls and shops will be allowed to reopen on Monday, and restaurants and cafes a week later.

Moreover, Danes kept their jobs. The trauma of massive numbers of people losing jobs and health insurance, of long lines at food banks — that is the American experience, but it’s not what’s happening in Denmark. America’s unemployment rate last month was 14.7 percent, but Denmark’s is hovering in the range of 4 percent to 5 percent.

Denmark’s goal was to keep workers employed, paying companies to keep employees on the payroll, reimbursing up to 90% of wages fo workers who otherwise would have been laid off.

Denmark also helped hard-hit companies pay fixed costs like rent — on the condition that they suspend dividends, don’t buy back stock and don’t use foreign havens to evade taxes.

With all this, Denmark is spending slightly less of its GDP than the US on coronavirus, and Denmark’s spending has been more effective.

The upshot is that Denmark staggered through the pandemic with employees still on the payroll and still paying rent. As the economy sputters back to life, Danish companies are in a position to bounce back quickly without the cost of having to rehire workers.

“We can be up and running in a week, back where we were,” explained Peter Lykke Nielsen, a negotiator for unionized workers at hamburger chains.

Danes pay higher taxes than Americans, but also have about the same take-home pay. They get government healthcare, education and a high minimum wage.

Even a McDonald’s worker in Denmark has a decent life, and feels sorry for his American counterparts.

【5月のライブ】

■5/3(金)長野・飯山市 菜の花公園 『いいやま菜の花まつり〜ハッピーイエローコンサート〜』 入場無料

第一部 10:20〜 実耶子（第36回イメージソング） 第二部 11:10〜 松本佳奈（第34回イメージソング）

「菜の花畠に入り日薄れ」で始まる唱歌「おぼろ月夜」の舞台となった菜の花の丘で開催されるコンサートです！松本佳奈は第34回のイメージソング『チィチィハーハ』などを歌わせていただきます。

サポートメンバー 奥野裕介（Gt.） ぴったん（Perc.）

▽飯山市菜の花公園 長野県飯山市瑞穂413南付近

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■5/4(土) 長野・飯山市 小菅集落「講堂」 『松本佳奈×いいやま瑞穂小菅 お堂コンサート』 11:00〜12:00 観覧無料 出演：松本佳奈

サポートメンバー 奥野裕介（Gt.） ぴったん（Perc.）

2年前に山伏の修行をした小菅集落。なんとお堂で歌えることになりました！静寂なムード溢れるお堂の空気の中で、生演奏を楽しみませんか？初めての方も是非どうぞ。

▽小菅集落「講堂」 長野県飯山市瑞穂7130−4（小菅神社 里社の隣）

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■5/5(日) 千葉・市原 内田未来楽校 『伊丹陣屋 vol.4』

時間 10:00〜16:00 入場無料

昭和3年建築の木造校舎にて、素敵なマーケットが開催されます！ 松本佳奈は5日の13時より、画家・育色工房いくちゃんとのライブペインティングで出演します。 テーマは「いのちは美しいね」 植物を題材にいのちの一生を歌と絵で描きます。

サポートメンバー 奥野裕介（Gt.）

【雑貨・古道具】トネリコ舎 雑貨・古道具 Jinze-m（じんぜーむ） 栗原ガーデン・プランナー &iccoca ひより堂 Favori Kscovo refuge zakka じんわり NoixBruno.ノワブルーノ Chiaki Shitamichi 布こものや amaoto chocoの工房 一ノ宮千佳 エコ・ラッピング キコミ TRIPTRACKS -Macramé- cococi おやつマルシェ＆Zakka Owl - 雑貨オウル RETRO moi てしごと工房 nuts Atelier Euphoria エゾノコ陶器 犬思いの革首輪 Lykke

【フード・ドリンク】 Another Belly Cakes 移動ごはん又兵衛 たこ焼き　輪や Lokahi　　 猫実珈琲店 こがし焼きそば三ツ星 芳泉茶寮（ほうせんさりょう） Eureka Coffee Roasters Acona coffee　

【パフォーマンス】 4日 Shigeo Furukawa / 育色工房 5日 松本佳奈 / 育色工房

▽内田未来楽校 @ Npo法人報徳の会・内田未来楽校 〒290-0503　千葉県市原市宿174-8

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■5/15(水)千葉・いすみ イタリアンレストランカンパーニャ 『松本佳奈 Dinner Live』 時間 18:00〜 ディナー（前菜＆パスタ）          19:00〜ライブ 料金 予約2,500円 / 当日3,000円 小〜高校生 1,500円 未就学児は無料 （ドリンク･デザートは代別途）

出演 松本佳奈（ピアノと歌）、奥野裕介（ギターサポート）

◎主催より 佳奈ちゃんの歌が大大好きな人たちが集まって「佳奈ちゃんの歌が聞きたいな〜。歌ってほしいな〜。佳奈ちゃんの聴いて眠りにつくことができたら最高だな〜。」と、そんな発言から計画が始まった今回のこのライブ。 いすみ市のイタリアンレストラン「カンパーニャ」で開催します！！ ▽イタリアンレストラン「カンパーニャ」 千葉県いすみ市弥正109 https://www.restaurant-campagna.com/

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■5/19(日)千葉・富津 cafeGROVE 『森のライブ vol.5』【30席限定】

開場14:00 / 開演14:30（16:00終演予定） ◎大人 4,000円（珈琲と季節のマフィン付） ◎ペアチケット 5,000円（お車乗り合わせでお願いします） ※ペアチケットにはマフィンセットが付きません。ご希望の方は別途ご注文下さい。 高校生以下無料 おむつ替え＆授乳スペースあります

松本佳奈（歌と朗読） セイノユカ（Live drawing）

ご予約 https://tiget.net/events/53771

《 cafe menu 》 珈琲と季節のマフィン 950円

◎駐車場 8台 ※お車でお越しの方は台数を備考欄にご記入いただけますと幸いです。できる限り乗り合わせにご協力下さい。

◎送迎 佐貫町駅〜GROVE 行き 13時50分 帰り 16時45分

ご希望の方は備考欄にご記入下さい。

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■5/26(日)東京・石神井氷川神社 『第９回　井のいち』 10:00〜16:00 雨天決行

氷川神社の境内にクラフト・飲食ブースが集い、神楽殿でライブ演奏を行います。各種ワークショップも。

LIVE 10:00-10:05　”井のいち” Opening 10:30-11:00　唄（Emme）＆尺八（小濱明人）Duo 11:25-12:10　Nyabo Ssebo 12:35-13:20　松本佳奈＋奥野裕介 13:45-14:30　トート・リオ 15:15-16:00　UQiYO

詳細はこちら http://i-mondo.org/inoichi2019/index.html

—————————————– ■6/2(日)茨城・鹿島こばとカフェ　 ※こばとカフェさんでのライブは都合により中止になりました。楽しみにして下さっていた皆さん、ごめんなさい。また予定します！ ■6/2(日)千葉・木更津Reverse Cafe ■6/7(金)山口・岩国レストハウスたんぽぽ ■6/29(土)千葉・習志野 cafe MARUKA ■6/30(日)千葉・袖ヶ浦 根形公民館 子どもるーぷまつり 詳細は松本佳奈ホームページにて http://matsumotokana.info

Gig List 2019

05.01. Girls in Synthesis/ Italia 90/ Heirloom/ Guru, Brighton (Green Door Store) 08.01. Lice/ Squid/ Haze/ 404, London (Old Blue Last) 09.01. Witch Fever/ Something Leather/ Scout Leader, London (Shacklewell Arms) 12.01. Savage Gary/ Great Dad/ Tina/ The Glugg, London (Bunker Club) 14.01. Burning House, London (Sebright Arms) 16.01. Uncle Tesco, London (Shacklewell Arms) 16.01. CC Honeymoon/ Not Quite So, London (The Waiting Room) 17.01. Unmoor Kiva, London (Shacklewell Arms) 18.01. Goat Girl/ POSA/ Wooze, London (Windmill Brixton) 23.01. Saint Agnes/ Black Doldrums/ Para Alta, London (The Monarch) 24.01. Guru/ Career, London (Blondies) 25.01. bdrmm/ Citrus, London (The Finsbury Pub) 26.01. Pill/ N0V3L/ Warm Drag, London (Shacklewell Arms) 26.01. USA Nails, London (Paper Dress Vintage) 28.01. Heavy Lungs/ Vulgarians, London (Sebright Arms) 29.01. Dream Wife/ Millie Turner, London (Shacklewell Arms) 30.01. FIDLAR, London (House of Vans) 31.01. Dilly Dally/ Hotel Lux, Brighton (Hope & Ruin) 01.02. The Vouchers/ Rattletooth/ The Brouhaha, London (Beckenham Arts Lab) 02.02. The Murder Capital/ Talk Show/ USA Nails, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.02. Mirna Ray, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.02. JOHN, London (Studio 9294) 05.02. Slift/ Meat Candy, London (Old Blue Last) 06.02. Shopping, London (Studio 9294) 06.02. Ditz, London (The Lexington) 07.02. Goat Girl, London (Studio 9294) 07.02. Public Practice/ Egyptian Blue, London (Shacklewell Arms) 08.02. Cherry Glazerr, London (DM Boot Room) 11.02. Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard/ Bo Gritz/ Working Men’s Club/ Famous, London (MOTH Club) 13.02. N0V3L/ Drahla, London (The Betsey Trotwood) 14.02. Surfbort/ The Cosmics, London (MOTH Club) 15.02. Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard/ GURU/ Captain Süün, London (Old Blue Last) 16.02. Sit Down/ The Dustbins/ Slags/ Le Junk, London (Engine Rooms) 18.02. Haze/ Desire/ Heavy Heart/ Honey Lung, London (Shacklewell Arms) 19.02. Rain Byrns/ OHMME, London (Shacklewell Arms) 21.02. Strange Bones/ Rascalton, London (The Lexington) 22.02. Sit Down/ Pussyliquor/ Petty Phase/ Crack Foxes, London (Windmill Brixton)    23.02. Saint Agnes/ Snapped Ankles/ Josefin Öhrn & the Liberation/ Goat Girl/ Flamingods, Portslade (Hansen Hall) 01.03. Talk Show/ Blanc, London (Bermondsey Social Club) 14.03. Mystic Rain Frogs, London (Unicorn Camden) 14.03. Lice/ Phobophobes, London (Sebright Arms) 15.03. CC Honeymoon/ Pristine Babe, London (Shacklewell Arms) 22.03. Crows, London (Hawley Arms) 22.03. Crows, London (Old Blue Last)  24.03. Damo Suzuki, London (Windmill Brixton) 02.04. Drenge/ Valeras, London (Electric Brixton) 03.04. Terravi/ Slipping, London (The Waiting Room) 04.04. Idles/ Crows, London (Electric Ballrom) 05.04. Junodef/ Cosmic Strip, London (Old Blue Last) 05.04. The Murder Capital/ Sleep Eaters, London (Windmill Brixton) 07.04. Dream Nails/ Sit Down/ Arxx, London (The Lexington) 09.04. Sleep Eaters/ Xaviers, London (Old Blue Last) 11.04. The Van T’s, London (The Monarch) 12.04. LibraLibra/ Short People/ Placid, Brighton (Brighton Electric) 13.04. Vinyl Staircase, London (Lion Coffee & Records) 13.04. Girls in Synthesis/ Human Pet, London (Waiting Room) 16.04. Hooverii/ Sleep Eaters, London (Shacklewell Arms) 18.04. Heavy Lungs/ Black Midi/ King Nun, London (PRS Office) 19.04. Cannibal Animal, London (Blondies) 20.04. Queen Zee/ Sit Down/ Matilda Eyre, London (Genesis Cinema) 20.04. YOWL, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.04. Calva Louise/ Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes, London (Sebtight Arms) 24.04. Saint Agnes, London (Nambucca)  25.04. The Coathangers/ Ditz/ Heirloom, London (Studio 9294) 27.04. A Place To Bury Strangers/ Thee MVPs, London (Test Pressing Festival) 27.04. Mur-Man/ Bokito, London (Shacklewell Arms) 28.04. Cryptic Street, London (Hope & Anchor) 02.05. Saint Agnes/ Noise Noir, London (Blondies) 04.05. Crows/ Treeboy & Arc/ Ditz, Brighton (Prince Albert) 05.05. Warmduscher/ Nuha Ruby Ra, London (Windmill brixton) 06.05. Tom McGuire and the Brassholes, London (Shacklewell Arms) 07.05. N0V3L/ Deliluh, London (Windmill Brixton) 08.05. Deliluh/ Lewsberg, London (Shacklewell Arms) 09.05. Crack Cloud/ Rubber Jaw/ Egyptian Blue/ LA Peach/ Saint Agnes/ Surfbort/ Brutus/ Pottery/ The Murder Capital/ YAK/ itoldyouiwouldeatyou/ Cable Ties , Brighton (The Great Escape) 10.05. Just Mustard/ Pottery/ Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs/ The Wants/ Working Men’s Club/ Placid/ Murmur, Brighton (The Great Escape) 11.05. Better Oblivion Community Center/ Christian Lee Hutson, London (Shepherds Bush Empire) 15.05. Raketkanon, Brighton (Prince Albert) 20.05. Zig Zags, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.05. CLT DRP, London (The Islington) 24.05. Cable Ties/ Amyl and the Sniffers/ Nuha Ruby Ra/ Hot Teeth, London (Warehouse Show) 25.05. Scalping, London (Sebright Arms) 26.05. Drahla, London (Sebright Arms) 27.05. Warm Drag/ PVA/ The Claque, London (Shacklewell Arms) 28.05. Crying High/ Vanity Fairy, London (The Victoria) 29.05. JOHN/ Girls in Synthesis, London (The Lexington) 30.05. Japanese Television/ Terravi, London (Shacklewell Arms) 31.05. Idles/ Crows/ Heavy Lungs/ Talk Show/ Squid/ Architects/ Alice Glass/ Lady Bird, London (Victoria Park) 03.06. False Advertising, London (Old Blue Last) 05.06. Hot Snakes/ Mobina Galore, Bremen (Lila Eule) 06.06. Treeboy & Arc/ Terravi, London (The Waiting Room) 10.06. Bikini Kill/ Big Joanie, London (Brixton Academy) 11.06. Wallace Vanborn, London (Black Heart) 12.06. Miss June/ Haze, London (Windmill Brixton) 14.06. Slap Rash, London (The Rocksteady) 14.06. CLT DRP/ Cryptic Street/ Lemondaze, London (Finsbury Pub) 17.06. The She’s/ Two Tribes, London (Old Blue Last) 18.06. Fleetwood Mac/ The Pretenders, London (Wembley Stadium) 21.06. Skinny Milk/ On Video/ Bull/ Human Pet, London (Old Blue Last) 22.06. Marbled Eye/ USA Nails/ Negative Space, London (Shacklewell Arms) 24.06. Feels, London (Shacklewell Arms) 25.06. Drool/ Grimm Twins, London (Notting Hill Arts Club) 26.06. Plague Vendor/ Starcrawler, London (The Dome) 29.06. YOWL/ Leeches, London (The Engine Rooms) 03.07. Kynch, London (Sebright Arms) 04.07. Treeboy & Arc/ Curfew/ Happy Couple, London (Shacklewell Arms) 06.07. Gazelle Twin, London (Southbank Centre) 06.07. Witch Fever/ Lyoness, London (Old Blue Last) 08.06. Steal Shit Do Drugs, London (Shacklewell Arms) 09.06. Show Me The Body/ Cassels/ Powerplant, London (Warehouse Show) 11.07. Earth Tongue/ Japanese Television, London (Shacklewell Arms) 12.07. Bob Dylan, London (Hyde Park) 13.07. Florence and the Machine/ The National/ Lykke Li/ Blood Orange/ Nadine Shah/ Goat Girl/ Cherry Glazerr, London (Hyde Park) 15.07. Cherry Glazerr/ Talk Show, London (Old Blue Last) 17.07. Amanda Palmer/ Alice Fraser, London (Golden Lion) 19.07. Lumer/ Table Scraps/ Human Pet/ Nuha Ruby Ra, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.07. Guru, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.07. Sunflower Bean/ Wooze, London (Borderline) 24.07. Curfew, London (Sebright Arms) 25.07. LibraLibra/ Snapped Ankles, London (PRS Office Kings Cross) 25.07. Bad Breeding/ Uniform, London (Electrowerkz) 29.07. Body/Head/ Wild Rani/ Bohman Brothers, London (Cafe OTO) 31.07. Queen Zee/Guru/ The Novus, London (Old Blue Last) 01.08. Girls in Synthesis, London (Blondies) 02.08. Zamilska/ Nape, London (Shacklewell Arms) 07.08. Bg Sea Creature, London ( The Waiting Room)  07.08. Italia 90/ Al Moses, London (The Victoria) 09.08. Bodega, London (MOTH Club) 10.08. Rosie Alena/ Hussy/ Malady, London (Shacklewell Arms) 10.08. Thee MVPs/ Cosmic Strip, London (The Victoria) 11.08. Heirloom/ Witch Fever/ Murmur/ Guru, London (The Victoria) 13.08. N0V3L/ Pet Shimmers, London (Old BLue Last) 15.08. Memory of Elephants/ Coheed & Cambria/ Daughters/ Pijn/ Raketkanon/ Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs/ Bossk/ Cocaine Piss/ Mammoth Weed Lizard Bastard/ The Beft/ Cultdreams/ Big Lad, ArcTanGent Festival 16.08. Brutus/ TTNG/ Russian Circles/ VLMV/ Slow Crush/ Cattle/ CLT DRP/ A.A. Williams, ArcTanGent Festival 17.08. Tess Parks/ She Makes War/ Junodef/ Gaygirl/ Calva Louise/ Valeras/ The Cosmics/ Something Leather/ Hero Fisher/ Petsematary/ Polly Money, London (Studio 9294) 21.08. Pottery/ Guru, Brighton (Prince Albert) 23.08. Wych Elm, London (The Social) 24.08. Bo Ningen/ ESYA, London (Shacklewell Arms) 27.08. Plague Vendor/ The Dunts, London (The Black Heart) 31.08. Hideous Sun Demon/ Cannibal Animal/ Haxon/ Dense/ Hanya, London (The Victoria) 04.09. Frankie and the Witch Fingers, London (MOTH Club) 05.09. Working Men’s Club, London (The Lexington) 10.09. Qlowski/ Scrounge/ Lemondaze/ F4cade, London (Shacklewell Arms) 13.09. Jeffrey Lewis, Bremen (Schule 21) 14.09. Degenerate Idol, Bremen (Street fest) 16.09. The Wants/ PVA, London (The Waiting Room) 18.09. Nova Twins/ Kid Kapichi, London (Sebright Arms) 19.09. Football FC/ Art Trip And The Static Sound, London (Shacklewell Arms) 20.09. Lumer/ Cruelty/ Folly Group, London (Old Blue Last) 22.09. Ellie Bleach, London (Shacklewell Arms) 23.09. Spit/ Scary Lemons, London (The Monarch) 24.09. Sasami, London (MOTH Club) 25.09. Pulled Apart by Horses/ Baba Naga/ Placid, Tunbridge Wells (Forum) 26.09. Faux Ferocious/ Yin Yin, London (Shacklewell Arms) 27.09. Scottibrains/ Sophie Hunger, London (Windmill Brixton) 28.09. Calva Louise/ Pet Crow/ Noise Noir/ Dirty/ CLT DRP, London (Engine Rooms) 29.09. Emma Ruth Rundle/ Jo Quail, London (The Dome) 30.09. Lingua Ignota/ Bruxa Maria/ Grave Lines, London (Olso) 03.10. Hide/ Kontravoid, London (Shacklewell Arms) 04.10. Talk Show/ PVA, London (The Lexington) 05.10. King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard/ ORB/ Stonefield, London (Alexandra Palace) 06.10. Acid Tongue/ Winter Gardens, London (Sebright Arms) 07.10. Femur, London (The Waiting Room) 10.10. Miss June/ Pretty Sick, London (The Lexington) 11.10. Heirloom, London (The Social) 12.10. Dumb/ Yammerer/ Fat Earthers, London (Shacklewell Arms) 14.10. Jealous, London (Old Blue Last) 15.10. Just Mustard/ PVA, London (Sebright Arms) 16.10. JOHN, London (Shacklewell Arms) 17.10. Scalping/ The Claque, London (Electrowerkz) 18.10. Skating Polly/ She Makes War, London (The Lexington) 22.10. Psychedelic Porn Crumpets/ Crows/ Bitch Diesel, London (Electric Ballroom) 23.10. Working Men’s Club, Southampton (Heartbreakers) 24.10. Saint Agnes/ Souer, London (Dingwalls) 25.10. Black Midi/ 404/ Woom, London (Shacklewell Arms) 26.10. Lumer/ Peeping Drexels/ Lynks Afrikka, London (Windmill Brixton) 28.10. Mush, London (Shacklewell Arms) 29.10. Black Midi, London (Boiler Room) 29.10. Bambara, London (Sebright Arms) 30.10. Working Men’s Club/ Brian/ PVA, London (MOTH Club) 31.10. Madonnatron/ Sleep Eaters/ Leggs, London (Sebright Arms) 02.11. Psychedelic Porn Crumpets/ Calva Louise, Bremen (Tower) 05.11. B Boys/ Clockwork, London (The Victoria) 06.11. Heavy Lungs/ Guru, London (Camden Assembly) 10.11. Gnod/ Part Chimp, London (Dingwalls) 12.11. Boy Harsher, London (Scala) 13.11. Lightning Bolt, London (The Underworld) 14.11. Do Nothing/ Girls in Synthesis, London (Old Blue Last) 15.11. Dashboard Confessional, London (Kobalt Office) 15.11. ILL/ LibraLibra, London (The Victoria) 17.11. Long Teeth, London (Shacklewell Arms) 19.11. Boundaries/ Human Pet, London (Old Blue Last) 20.11. Avalanche Party/ Mice Ön Mars, London (The Shacklewell Arms) 22.11. Skinny Living, London (Kobalt Office) 22.11. Noise Noir, London (The Social) 23.11. Treeboy & Arc/ Happyness/ Lazarus Kane/ Sinead O’Brien, London (The Dome) 27.11. Deliluh, London (Peckham Audio) 29.11. Cruelty/ Haxon, London (The Monarch) 30.11. Ex:Re, London (Kings Place) 03.12. Julia Bardo/ Powerplant, London (The Social) 04.12. Calva Louise, London (Shacklewell Arms) 06.12. Strange Bones, London (Werkhaus) 07.12. Idles/ Metz, London (Ally Pally) 08.12. Metz/ Bad Breeding/ John, London (MOTH Club) 12.12. Sit Down/ Noise Noir/ Floral Schoppe, London (The Victoria) 13.12. YOWL/ Ugly, London (Peckham Audio) 13.12. Goat Girl/ Porridge Radio/ Powerplant, London (Venue MOT)

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