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sabineelectricheart · 7 months

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Equatorian Coffee

Summary: Baxter invites Jamie back to his apartment for a special cup of coffee. There is no coffee to be had.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 2900

Notes: Foolish men in love, how amusing.

It was a cold, autumn night in LA. The thermometer never goes too low in the city, but the overcast, moonless sky lent a certain character to the city, made it that much more hostile. They are climbing the floors up a high-rise downtown, where the conscientious man kept his home.

With every ding of the elevator passing from floor to floor, Jamie Last swears the hands holding her get stronger, needier. She cannot help but melt into the touch of them, pressing herself against the warmth of man that makes her heart beat uncontrollably, much like it is now.

The softness of his lips against her own, the way his warm hands held her, it all makes her lose her mind. One soft hand wrap around her waist keeping her close to him and the other is tangled in her hair, the ghostly brush of his soft grey locks tickling her face with each press of his lips against her own.

It was all so addicting.

The elevator chimes, but she can barely hear the swoosh of the doors opening when Jamie is so focused on Baxter and him alone. She could not hold back the whimper of protest when his lips part from hers and the cold air from outside the space they heated with their desire for one another floods in and cools the atmosphere around them.

It does little to cool the burning heat building within her, though. It makes her press her thighs together in hope for some kind of friction on her aching core. She hopes he does not notice the desperate action, but, then again, would it be so bad if he had? They had not made that far into their relationship, even back when they had just an inconsequential summer fling. It was never more than over the clothes touches and steamy kisses, talk and preliminaries.

She wanted it, she wanted him. She had thirsted for so long now and, if the way he held her was basis for concluding anything, she knows that he wants her too.

Wordlessly, with a soft smile and gleaming brown eyes, Baxter untangles his long fingers from her hair and, with his arm still around her waist, he guides Jamie out of the elevator and towards his apartment.

Her nerves build quickly with each step she takes in the permeating silence between them. It is not awkward or uncomfortable, not at all, but something unspoken clearly lingers in the quiet. The anticipation of what may unfold if she voices her desires, finally speak those words neither of them have been able to voice, wraps around them like silk and she wants to be lost in it.

With nervous and slightly shaking fingers, Baxter reaches into his pocket for his keys. His trousers seem impossibly long, as he places one of his hands inside for what feels an eternity, trying to find the elusive object, to the point he almost thinks that he must have misplaced them.

He does not know why he is so nervous. It is not as if this is his first time doing such a thing, it is not. Certainly not. Not with a woman, nor with a man. Yet, it feels so very different, it is daunting and nerve-wracking. He is not sure how he should behave in this situation, he feels lost and scared, but so, so excited. There is only one thought in his mind, and it is the most debasing he has ever felt.

He unlocks the door slowly as Jamie musters up the courage to take this step, to tell him she wants him. Surely, he wants her too, right? Before she can spiral into her thoughts of how he actually may not want what she does, the words come out, quiet and sweet but with not so innocent intentions.

“Do... Do you want to spend the night?” He asks.

He had brought her along on the promise of a brew of coffee that he had purchased from Colombia that was absolutely a must, but that is a lie. He had no coffee at home, not even Folgers, after he drank the last of it that morning. He just wanted an excuse, something to keep this night going on, and that was the first thing that popped into his mind, just like she invited him in after that show date they had together at the jazz bar, on that fateful summer of theirs.

She nodded slowly, letting out, “Yeah. I’d love to.”

A blur of brown eyes widening and cheeks flushed bright red flashes before her breath is once again stolen by Baxter and his irresistible lips. His answer is muffled by kisses but they tell her enough and as the door to his place swings open and they step inside, they do not part even an inch.

He guides his girlfriend through the entryway and into the living room until the back of his legs hit the couch and he sits down, her legs moving to effortlessly straddle him. He tries to keep her against him in a place she will not feel his hardening cock, a bit clumsy and naïve but steady nonetheless as he moves her and guides her by her hips. Once he knows she is sitting comfortably, his tongue swipes against her bottom lip, his hold on her tightening when her jaw slackens and she lets him in without resistance.

His touch was always warm but, right now, it feels like it is searing through her clothes and onto her bare skin as his tongue dances along hers, giving and taking at the pace she sets, taking in every little noise and movement she makes, adjusting his own movements to what she likes and what makes her writhe the most. Every moment leaves she breathless and needy, wishing she could grind on him but also not wanting to step over any boundary.

Jamie knows she will not get anywhere unless she comes out and ask for it, knowing he is likely thinking the same things.

“Baxter…” She breathlessly whispers against his glossy lips.

She pulls away slightly from him, diving back and burying her face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide her embarrassed state. His collar is messy thanks to her hands loosening his tie, roaming around his neck and into his hair during their make out. A good thing, too, since it gives her a little spot of exposed skin to kiss gently.

“Will... Will you touch me?” The woman asks, sweetly.

Saving herself the embarrassment of asking Baxter straight up to touch her pussy, she tightens her legs around him in hopes he will understand where exactly she wants him to touch. His hands on her still, his chest rising and falling against her own in quick and deep breaths. She can see the flushing red of his skin and the bob of his Adam’s apple from where she hides.

After a moment of hesitation, when he finally replies, his words do not seem uneasy. “Are you sure?”

She nods and, to put emphasis on how badly she wanted and needed him to touch her, she does not mind begging. “Please...”

It sounds so desperate as the word slips past her lips but, at this point, Jamie cannot find it in herself to feel sheepishly about it. She is as desperate for him as she sounded, if not more so.

His touch was soft and gingery as his fingers traced the exposed skin below the hem of her dress and slowly worked their way up her thighs. She is thankful to have worn a flowy and comfortable dress on their date tonight. The pace he sets to even get to her aching sex was so slow it left she flaring with heat and her legs shaking in anticipation.

She had yet to bring herself from where she hid against his neck but, as nimble fingers found the edge of her lace panties, he called her name. As if his voice commanded her sweetly, she lifted her face to meet him.

“Please…” She begs once more, placing her forehead on his, taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne that makes her melt into him even more. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Her quiet admission sends his heart racing and washes away the hesitance he felt. She never failed to leave him at a loss for words when she voiced her want for him, be it sexually-inclined in nature or not, and he would not deny her, he could not.

Baxter wanted her just as badly, even if he did not speak up, if he had not asked for her like she had with him. Though this has him thinking that, maybe, it would not be so bad to be bolder with her in this way. Once again, he is reminded that his girlfriend is a kind, open and giving woman, and that her almost annoying reminders of how he can just tell her what he wants are not unwarranted. In fact, he ought to listen to them more often.

With the skirt of her dress hiding his hands, he moves again and a muffled groan of her name rumbles his chest when his fingers touch the dampness of her panties, feeling just how wet she is from his kisses alone. He has barely touched her, but this little feeling of her and the near silent whisper she lets out has his mind clouding with desire and love.

Pushing her panties to the side, the tips of his fingers brush against her folds in the process and, to hide the noises Jamie is making at such small touches, she brings her lips back to his, holding his face in both of her hands when each deep press of their lips.

Unhurriedly, his fingers glide up and down her now exposed cunt, her juices coating his digits with every motion against her folds until, experimentally, one of his slick covered fingers sinks into her tight walls and they both let out muffled sensual moans at the feeling. Her lips part from his when he cannot help but call her name again and, when she looks down at him, she swears that she could cum from the sight alone.

She has seen his cheeks flushed with colour before. He might be devoid of shame, but there is a cheat code that she is familiarised with and, as it turns out, he was an easily flustered man if one knows how to do it. This, however…

He looked unlike any version of Baxter she had seen before and it had her hoping that she would get to see more of him in such a state. Even in the dim evening light of his apartment, the only lights being the view of the city coming from the balcony, she could see the hints of pink dusting his cheeks and his ears. The colour made the bronze hue of his eyes even more striking and she does not miss the way they flashed like lightning when he inserted another finger and began to pump them in and out of her.

He took in every reaction Jamie made, not missing a single one to ensure he could figure out what made her feel the best and what he could keep doing until she saw stars. Each lovely face of pleasure she gave him was captured in his mind and he was driven to give her even more, to let him see even more of her in a way only he could now that she is his.

She felt so good around his fingers, her velvety walls and her lust-filled visage making him completely forget about his own bulge in his pants. He thought he might lose it when her cunt began to contract against his digits not long after he started, pulling them in deeper as he moved, curling them and pressing against the spot that had she making sweet noises he would not soon forget.

The young woman had her eyes closed, she finds herself unable to catch her breath and her head leans back in pleasure. She is so close to release, even though she does not want this to stop, she has waited for this for so long, she could not possibly try to hold back.

Suddenly, she feels a pressure on her chest, soft dark grey hair sticking to her sweat-beaded skin as he picks up the pace, kissing her collarbone with the same fever as his digits thrusting into her and she begins to gush around his fingers.

“Jamie...” He whispers against her as he works her through her orgasm, his breath feeling cold against her burning skin. “You are so unbelievably beautiful...”

If she was not already blushing, Jamie certainly is now. When she comes back to meet his gaze, it only makes it worse. She sees a hunger that she has never seen in him before, though it does resemble the fire in his eyes when he is presented with especially difficult or engaging requests of his services. A look she loved to see on him, that reminded her that he was alive, that he could be challenged and his cool exterior could be cracked.

Before she can say anything, offer to pleasure Baxter in return, she is being moved, his fingers lingering over her sex as his other hand guides her to lay on the sofa with him between her legs, his already tall figure now towering over she. Her heart thumps, she can hear it loud and unsteady in her ears, at the dominance he begins to show when he loosens his tie even more and his eyes roam over her, twinkling with a promise she does not know the intentions of, his shyness from before his nowhere to be found despite how flushed he is.

She whines his name when both of his hands get lost under her dress and she feels her panties being removed, the cold wetness of them and his warm fingers brushing against her inner leg leaving goosebumps in their wake. As if to give her some privacy in this matter, he keeps her dress covering her lower half even as his fingers sink back into her pussy and draws orgasm after orgasm out of her, her essence coating his fingers and palm even more with each release.

Baxter is drunk on the way Jamie moans his name at his ministrations, the way she lifts her hips for more, how lovely she looks at the feeling of being stuffed with such pretty fingers that he cannot find it in him to stop.

Only when his lovely girlfriend is spent, overly-stimulated, legs shaking and with tears pricking her eyes, he stops and removes his fingers from her. Even though she is not sure she could take much more, she still whines at the loss of him. His heart pounds at the thought of tasting the stickiness on his fingers and even though he knows how lewd it is, he puts them into his mouth and relishes in the taste of her.

“Fuck, Baxter.” She lets out, in a half-moan, half-laughter.

Jamie is on the verge of losing her mind, being so fucked out and then seeing him do that. It is not what she expected from him but it, undoubtedly, has her legs squeezing together no matter how sensitive she is feeling. With unsteady limbs she tries to sit up, her arms not holding her very well.

However, before she could even possibly hurt herself trying to get to him, he is kneeling on the floor by her side and gathering her in his arms.

“Wait, let... Let me return the favour.” She stammers out.

As hard as he is and as much as he would love to see her taking his cock in her mouth or sinking it into her abused pussy, Baxter shakes his head and chuckles as he makes his way to his bedroom. He knows when she is too spent to carry on, he has seen it during the Adam wedding and at their summer together. While this is different, the signs of her exhaustion were still the same to his ever attentive gaze.

“Not tonight.” He whispers before placing a tender kiss on her forehead and settling her into the plush duvet on his bed. “I’m afraid I may have gone a little overboard.”

“It’s okay.” She assures him with a cheeky smile that has his eyes avoiding hers and him clearing his throat before he continues.

“Let’s rest, Jamie. We’ll have plenty of time for more another day.” He says, and she hears the honesty, the smile in his words.

She pouts before she is interrupted by a yawn that she had tried to suppress but could not. Between a working day and their dinner together, being in bed and having had many orgasms, she is finding it hard to keep her eyes open, the adrenaline of it all finally coming to an end even if she did not want it to.

Baxter only chuckles and shakes his head yet again, helping Jamie prepare for bed before she falls asleep quickly nestled in the warm comfort of his arms with his calming voice lulling her to sleep.

“You truly are amazing, Jamie.”

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#our life #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 9 months

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Can I have hcs for kalims harem dates lol

YAY~!

The next few days after the confession everyone made plans for each person getting one date with Kalim the following week

Ace was nervous as he hasn't dated in a while but took Kalim to a 1950's American inspired diner and then a park after dark where they shot hoops and Ace scooped up Kalim as they laugh

Deuce took him on his Magicwheel (or whatever they're called) and took him to the beach and they ate street tacos afterwards

Jack was nervous but decided to take Kalim to a plant shop and let him pick his own plate as a gift, his tail gave away his feelings a lot

Epel was excited and called home for advice, in the end he settled taking Kalim apple picking in a orchard he heard was on Sage's Island

Sebek was all ready to this date! He set up a romantic picnic in the gardens of the Equatorian Club with candles and everything (they were magic so they wouldn't hurt anything promise ;3)

Riddle was nervous as shit for this day. This was his first date, let alone with a male! He decided on having a relaxing fun dinner at a cafe connected to a library which was fun

Ruggie has a similar approach as Deuce with it being a tight budget and with Sebek's being close to the school so he set up a dinner with his grandma's recipes and movie in his dorm room, literal Netflix and Chill minus the sex

Azul was in it to impress so he set up a well done romantic VIP date in the lounge one evening where he was being his charming yet nervous dorky self which makes Kalim happy, I like to think the food was amazing cause Floyd wanted to treat him a bit

Jade's date was to the green house where they chatted back and forth in facts

Floyd wanted to do something so fun with his Otter! So he arranged a pool date so they can swim, play games, eat the premade food he made, and have fun

Silver was somewhat classy but simple like Sebek and took him to a museum than ice cream afterwards and Kalim fell asleep on his shoulder on the bus ride back to school in which Silver happily leaned in and slept as well

Trey wanted it to be a nice memory so he set up a day where they bake together, getting ingredients and everything, and ate their desert afterwards while talking

Cater hasn't dated in a while so he was nervous to make it perfect so he did the best he can with a popular restaurant he saw on Social Media and some shopping at the mall, they ended the date in a photobooth

Leona, despite wanting it to be chill, decided to take a step up on this date. For the first time he had to turn away Cheka's puppy eyes and arranged the date in the school's greenhouse and stargazed together with some spaghetti he made (I like to think he knows how to cook cause he had to have entertained and fed Cheka before Ruggie and Jack somehow) and they both napped together

This was their song for a second (I know it's a lullaby most times but COME ON IT'S LIKE LEONA TELLING HIM HOW HE FEELS!)

I should animate this one day-

He then took Kalim to the lounge of Savanaclaw where they pretty much had Nahla's and Simba's date in the Lion King with the indoor pool

Complete with a cheek kiss in the end of the date

Vil wanted to be classy but also wanted it to be something they both enjoyed so he took Kalim to the movies that was showing a film he recalls in conversation Kalim wanted to see, both in disguises for the sake of avoiding attention. It was raining when they left the theater and Vil was upset this would've ended the date early but Kalim surprised him by grabbing his hand and dragging him to the rainy street where they danced in the rain

Rook was his ultra dramatic and romantic self so he took Kalim to a brunch picnic in the forest, made a wooden sculptor for him which Kalim wasn't complaining on the show (;-3), and he even taught Kalim how to shoot a arrow

Idia was ready for this. He bought all the snacks and drinks Kalim loves, he got the soft pillows and blankets out there, he had his room to himself all night, he practically bathed in coconut scented body spray, he was prepared for this date! Kalim and him had a simple fun video game night playing Mario Kart and Wii Just Dance for Kalim, ate snacks, and put on a anime movie Idia calculated based of Kalim's personality and picked Spirited Away

Malleus wanted to be romantic but not too upfront if that made sense so they met up at Draconia and took a walk under the moon in the courtyard where they talked about their hobbies and dreams, kind of like that scene in Frozen before he realize Hans was the bad guy, before Malleus held Kalim close and danced with him which soon led to them dancing in the air

Lilia was ready to make this the best night ever! They went to a concert in which Lilia snuck Kalim out of school for, they partied with the music and had fun, and like Malleus he danced with Kalim both on the ground and on air

Jamil was the last one to go on a date since he was scared, but in the end he wanted everything to be perfect for Kalim. He arranged it at Scarabia when they will not be interrupted and made all of Kalim's favorite foods growing up that made it feel like home. Kalim sensed how much Jamil worked to make this perfect for him he decided to surprise Jamil by getting the magic carpet and convinced him for a ride, having a legit A Whole New World moment together that even ended with that balcony kiss when Jamil dropped Kalim off to his dorm room and was going to put the magic carpet away

Everyone basically tried their hardest to not kiss Kalim yet in case he wanted to until he decided if anyone should kiss Kalim first it should be Jamil since he loved him longest So yeah Kalim kissed everyone else on other dates afterwards lol

The dates with Neige and Chenya were around long after the relationship started as I mentioned in the post

Neige's date with Kalim was, under disguises again, to a cafe Neige likes a lot

Chenya's a no money chilled out date to an park where they both played on the playground stuff and swapping stories while enjoying ice cream from a vender.

Their group dates are usually at Scarabia in guise of a "study party" before they were open even though plenty of students of all dorms were pretty much gossiping about them

Other than that they've been to concerts, aquariums, malls, parks, amusement parks and circus', etc. for a nice big poly date that would lead to great memories and fun

I want to keep writing but mad about the LIMIT

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temp-check · 2 months

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Tuesday's temperature check (procès-verbaux of 4-9)

Fellow chronicler of wars and peace, Leo Tolstoy, once said, "Art is the uniting of the subjective with the objective, of nature with reason, of the unconscious with the conscious.” For an author that managed to impress Fyodor Dostoevsky, I’m a bit overawed by his statement. Of course, he is an artist. In this context, let us combine nature and reason and use a foot of duct tape to secure a banana to a wall. In 2019, "Comedian" was displayed by Italian artist Maurizio Cattelan at Art Basel Miami Beach. Two editions of the banana/duct tape combo were sold for $120,000 apiece. One of the fruit-fixations was displayed at the Leeum Museum of Art in Seoul, South Korea. This inspiration to a half-dozen Wiggles’ songs remained there for a couple of years before a hungry art student ate the banana. He promptly re-taped the peel. Having made a few loaves of banana bread myself, I know that bananas don’t normally last for two years. Apparently the $120 thousand purchase price also comes with an obligation to periodically replace the banana with a fresh one. I guess that the draw of “Comedian” is to see who comes to marvel at a pricey banana. As August Babel once said, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”. I’m guessing the empty peel was not quite the treasure of a fresh banana. In a separate instance, Oscar Santillan, an Equatorian visual artist, shortened England’s tallest mountain by an inch. He removed a stone from Scafell Pike's 3,209ft summit. Scafell Pike is the World’s 15th highest mountain after some interesting contestants like Mount St. Helens (8,365 ft even after the top blew off in 1980). This list, http://www.walk2unwind.co.uk/mountains/world%27s-highest.html, is obviously skewed since it doesn’t list other North American mountains like Denali (formerly known as Mount McKinley) or Pike’s Peak. Anyway, the single inch shaved from the peak did not depreciate Scaffel Pike on the list. However, in classic English axiom, the Cumbria Tourism boss says Oscar Santillan is 'taking the mickey' after he removed the stone from Scafell Pike's summit. I have no idea what he means by “taking the mickey”. He also insisted the rock be returned. What’s he going to do with this stone? Is he planning on gluing it to the top of the mountain? Why not just cleave off a sheet of the White Cliffs of Dover and glue them to the peak and make it even taller? However, if you are interested in climbing the summit of Scafell Pike, it is currently resting on a plinth in Copperfield Gallery in London. What’s a “plinth”, by the way? Is it just a square pedestal? The photo doesn’t show the same kind of rigor you’d see around pudding splattered works of Leonardo Da Vinci, so I’m sure climbing it is fine.

Anyway, Stay safe!

Tom

#temperature check #art #scaffel pike #mickey #oscar santillan #maurizio cattelan

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noob-squad · 7 months

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Prologue

The cadet walked into the room and scanned through the dimness with the E.M. scanner.

Ahead of the door on the rough wall hangs a rather large window. The window sill is about the position of the head of a sitted man. The wooden table at the base of the window has only two items sitting on it. A new nebula candle and a diplomatic workstation. The candle was sitting in its holder but has never been lit. A chair sat with the seat tucked into the empty space below the table. It's backrest just an inch away from the table. The backrest has the official Equatorial coverall draped over it. The entire set of furniture is drapped in a yellow hue of dust.

A mouse ran into the room through the crease between the door and the hinge and the young cadet smiled. The last time he saw a mouse was in a one year course about the biosphere of Planet 001, better know as Earth. He looked around at the empty vastness of the rather large room. A room meant only for the VIP. The only source of light now was the window and in the hours of sunset there was a display of shadowy caricatures in the room. The walls have cracked with age and the roof has one single chandelier hanging from the impeccable crossbars of the ceiling. The chandelier hung from a chain made of wrought iron and the golden candle holders were impeccable. There is something about nebula candles that make Equatorians just love them.

But something was off with the chandelier, it hung at a funny height. At that height, a tall man would have to watch out for it. The young man took a few steps closer, and he stared at the chandelier, he stared at the bulk and admired the artwork. He had learnt that people on Earth sometimes forgo logicality for expression. Aesthetics is sometimes honoured by the humans on Earth. Back on Planet 999, better known as Olympus, functionality comes first and foremost. The chandelier was a rather large bulk of Eternium. If he made off with it, the trip would prove to be lucrative for him. But he knew that there was more at stake than Eternium. He took a look at the chain and traced it's length with his eyes. That is a pretty long chain to hang a chandelier with. As his eyes continued their trip he saw the chain wind round a bar far into the roofing. The he saw the chain descend downward. And as the young man's head bent towards his chest. He suddenly froze and instinctively straightened his pose, he was about to throw up his hand in a salute and had to catch himself.

Before him was the six feet of flesh and bone that once walked the corridors with men lined in stiff salutes. Here is the owner of the voice that travelled through the galaxies to meet Olympus long before the cadet was ever born. The body still donned the complete attire of a seventh degree Equatorian Sectional officer.

There, attached to the other end of the chain, dangling in mid air, hung the reason he crossed two galaxies, countless solar systems and entered this ghastly room. Gold never tarnishes and the letters embroidered with gold threads to the right shoulder shone in the dim light. The letters boldly read "Captain A. B. Snowball"

#scifi #writing #fiction #novel #SanctuaryOfSouls

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afronewsafrica · 1 year

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Breaking News: Central Equatorian State governor had been attacked by Dinka cattle’s herders

The Central Equatoria State Governor’s convoy attacked by Dinka Bor land Grabbers at twins Bridge Bilnyang Boma on his return from Kondokoro and mangala.

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considerourknowledge · 1 year

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Brazil Has More Colorful Attacks on Government Than U.S.

Supporters of former Brazilian President and sub-Equatorian Trump, Jair Bolsonaro stormed Congress and other buildings in the capital of Brasília on Sunday, calling for the military to take over Brazil's government. It was a more colorful version of what happened in Washington D.C. just two years ago, when conspiracy believing militia dickheads attacked the Capitol. By evening, security forces had retaken control of the breached buildings, said Flávio Dino, the minister of justice and public security. Many Bolsonaro supporters have refused to accept the far-right former leader's defeat in elections more than two months ago to the leftist Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, which culminated in the colorful South American version of January 6th.

#brazil #jair bolsonaro

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photo-art-lady · 2 years

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*Ishawna. Cyanotype photography with intervened embroidery. © Tatiana Lopez*

*In between Dreams*The Forest Echos*The Sound of the Burning Anaconda*

Tatiana is an Ecuadorian photographer, multidisciplinary artist, and visual anthropologist whose work focuses on themes of identity and belonging, the body as a medium of expression, and the interconnectedness between humans and nature. Her research interests include indigenous people’s animistic practices, body-territory relations in connection to indigeneity, and the study of human/non-human relations through dreams. For Tatiana, photography is her journey of self-discovery, connection, meditation, understanding, and transformation.

At the core of her practice, she hopes to incorporate collaborative methods of storytelling and creatively use photography and filmmaking as powerful tools to raise awareness about environmental issues, equality, and women’s rights.

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ruteventura-blog · 5 years

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José, 2013, 24”x36”, (this painting was stolen 😢Jan 2015, from the non longer existing, Pão! Restaurant in NYC) #oilonwoodpanel #octopus #equatorian #man #chef #nyc https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4fnLyFPYG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qo5f4pn662gt

#oilonwoodpanel #octopus #equatorian #man #chef #nyc

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hoony-parker · 3 years

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Argentinian Treasure - Tom Holland

Parinig: Tom x Argentinian!Reader

Warnings: A LOT of spanish dialogs (will be translated, of course) angry argentinians cuz it’s in our blood, even more while watching fútbol.this is going to be so much fun.

W/c: 2.0k

A/N: ok, this is highy inspired in the soccer (football) game Argentina vs Ecuador from two days ago... aaand i know Argentina won, and i’m really excited because of it... sorry to any equatorians reading this. I love you!

this is a video i found from the “hinchada” from Argentina in the world cup, if you’re interested in giving it a look. I personally find it completely hilarious hahah.

A/N 2.0: Translating all these dialogs we use to say at home literally made my day. And it took me a while to stop myself from spitting out half my organs from how hard i was laughing.

You had been giddy all day long.

Since your brother and yourself moved to England a couple of years ago, you made sure you were still going to have the soccer pack included on the TV, judging by how much the sport had been part of your lives ever since you were little kids.

Your sweetest memories from yout native country were always filled with evenings gathered with your family, hot chocolate in hands in the middle of July, watching the World Cup together. Joy, disappointment and excitement always made part of your normal emotions while watching the games.

The lovely sport that had been part of you for so many years, starting with your grandfather and his stories when he was "your age...", your father and his team when he was a teenager, and the list goes on and on.

It was emotional, to say the least. Screams and curses being heared from all around the neighbourhood in sync when the Argentinian team would do a slip, causing the whole country to groan in frustration.

So, when Ecuador and Argentina were going to play tonight, you told your boyfriend to either join you and your family and share your excitement, or to stay silent all afternoon and not text you, not wanting any distractions while the game was on. However, you had your phone still with all the sound on, waiting for the call that will tell you whether you got the job you applied for all those months ago, or if you should still look for other options. And the fact that they said "You should be expecting our call soon," was driving you insane.

Days looking down at your phone non stop, looking for any missed calls or texts, but nothing. Therefore, you were still waiting. With all the anxiousness and excitement.

So, now, you were here.

On your sofa, your brother running around the kitchen preparing the Picada and the beers, your nephew sitting on your lap while you tried to explain him how the game worked, his nose scrunching in confusion.

All your three figures were covered by the Argentinian footbal shirt, and, just when your brother sat down on the sofa next to you, handing you the cold drink while the players were entering the stadium, the doorbell rung.

Getting up quickly, you made your way to the front door, eyes barely leaving the screen. "Y/n, está empezando, qué hacés?" (Y/n, the game's starting, what are you doing?) Dani asked from the living room, annoyance and anxiousness present in his tone. "El timbre!" (The doorbell!) You explained hand twisting the knob and opening the door, your eyes still glued to the television as you shifted nervously over your feet. "Hey, love!" The familiar voice spoke up, your eyes quickly darting towards his. And, before he could say something else, your hand clutched to his shirt, bringing him inside the house and closing the door behind him. "Hola, amor." (Hi, love) You greeted quickly, pecking his lips before he watched you disappear into the living room, flopping down into the comfort of the sofa. He chuckled, smiling to himself as he saw you wearing proudly the colors of your country, hair tied up in a high ponytail and elbows rested over your knees, torso leaning forward with hands interwined under your chin.

He took his jacket off, walking towards the three of you, sitting beside you and letting his hand rest over you thigh. He leaned back, turning to look over your shoulder to look at your brother. "Hey, man."

"Oh, hey, dude. Didn't see you there." Daniel quickly said.

"I... literally just walked in front of you." Tom squinted his eyes in confusion, again smiling to himself as he saw the familiar obsession with the sport. He got no responde from your older brother, his green eyes glued to the screen in fron of you, eyes scanning the players standing in line, ready to sing the short verse of the national anthem. "Huh?" The blonde brother asked dumbfoundedly, mouth opened lazyly. The Brit shook his head with a laugh. "Nothing, mate."

Mateo noticed the brunette's presence, climbing down from his dad's lap and moving onto Tom's, who opened his arms invitedly for the four year-old to comfortably sit on his lap. "How are ya, buddy?" He asked. The little kid shrugged, his big, brown eyes looking at his aunt and dad a little concerned. He shrugged nonetheless, his back laying to press against the adult's chest. Tom leaned forward, his head tilting to have a better look of the boy. "Understand any of this?" He asked him, nodding his head towards the TV. When Mateo shook his head, he chuckled. "Yeah, me neither. Spanish is not my strenght, you know?" Tom sarcastically asked the brown haired boy. "Yeah..." He muttered, earning another chuckle fromt the actor.

First period started.

You sat nervously, you and your brother cursing every once in a while.

The first penal for Argentina came, and Messi stood in front of the arc, running towards the ball. "Dale, dale, dale..." (Come on, come on, come on...) You muttered under your breath, every words coming faster and faster as his feet came closer to the ball. He kicked the ball, the sphere enterin the arc easily. "GOL! VAMOS MESSI ÍDOLO." (Goal(?) C'mon, Messi, Idol -xd-) You praised, standing up in a jump and hugging your brother, making your way to your boyfriend with a little, happy dance.

He chuckled, a smile on both of your faces as you leaned down, pulling him into a kiss.

You broke apart, crouching down in front of him to be at the kid's level, who was still sitting on his lap. You took his hands in yours, smiling exciteldy. "Mateo! Metieron un gol!" (Mateo, we scored!) You explained. Almost immediately, a big smile on the boy's face started to grow, and he happily said. "Yay!" His hands shooting up, fisting the air as you laughed at his antics, kissing him sloppily on the cheeck before going back to your seat.

The first period ended, not many events ocurring. Argentina 1, Ecuador 0.

In the mean-time, you decided to order some pizzas, and, while you were in the kitchen ordering, Tom pulled you to his chest abruptly, emitting a yelp in surprise from you. He embraced you, arms sneaking around your waist and putting you firmly to his figure. You wrapped you arms around his torso, resting your cheeck on his chest, and he hummed, the vibrations tickling your skin, making you laugh. Your eyes met his, and he leaned down quickly, catching your lips in a long, sweet kiss. Lips moving together, his fingers traveled down your shirt, tracing soft circles over your skin, your hands moving up and down his back. You pulled away, nose brushing against each other. His lips went to kiss the tip of your nose, yours scrushing in response.

"What was that for?" You whispered, an incontrolable smile on your lips as you looked at him in the eye. You couldn't help but bite your lip, trying to supress the growing smirk on your face, eyes holding nothing but love for him. You loved him. So, so much.

"I just love how Argentinian and passionate you get over these things. And I love that part of you." He admitted, pronoucing "Argentinian" with a Spanish accent. You chuckled, your arms traveling to circle aroung his neck, fingers playing with the curls in the nape of his neck. "Yeah?"

"Mmh. Yeah." He hummed, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

"Y/n, dale que empieza el segundo tiempo!" (Y/n, come on, the second period is about to start.) You heard Daniel scream from the living room, forcing you to pull apart from the warmth of Tom's lips. He groaned a little, making you laugh, as you kissed his pout again and again until it faded away.

You sat down next your brother, your nephew instantly climbing onto your lap, deciding it'll be his comfortable spot for the next half an hour. You kissed his head, shifting him a little for him and yourself to get comfortable in the position, before letting him lay his cheeck on your chest, his eyes closing.

You looked down at the sleeping toddler, feeling his breath eaven and heart beating slowly, peacefully. That was, until your brother decided to be loud. "No! NO! OTAMENDI QUE HACÉS?! PERO MOVETE, PELOTUDO." (No! No! Otamendi what are you doing? Move, idiot!) He stood up, the loud noises and movements startling the little kid, making him stir in his sleep, letting out an adorable sound. You shushed your brother. "Shhh. Callate, tarado. No vés que duerme Teo?" (Shhh. Shut up, dumbass. Don't you see he's sleeping?) You rubbed a hand up and down the toddler's back, lulling him back to sleep. Your brother sent you a glare, looking back to the TV.

Eventually, the game was over, and you and Daniel had to control yourself to stay quiet while celebrating the 3-0 score, not wanting to wake the little boy up.

You were resting on the sofa, Mateo still in your arms, sleeping over your chest. Daniel and Tom were finishing clening the kitchen, and, catching your attention, you heard the brown haired man sit beside you. "He's so cute." He cooed, looking at Mateo. You smiled, hand caressing the little boy's cheeck softly, moving a fallen curl from his forehead. "He really is." You whispered back.

Daniel walked towards the both of you, excusing himself to grab his sleeping son from your arms into his, walking down the hall to put him to sleep. You laid your head on Tom's shoulder, his hand finding yours and drawing patterns at the back of it. "Imagine how ours would be." He broke the silence, and your head flew away from his shoulder, wanting to take a good look at him. You paused for a second, a smile slowly growing on your lips, and a soft sigh of relief came out of Tom's lips. "Have you thought about that?" You asked him, amused. "Of course I have." He confirmed, his brows forrowing in genuine confusion about your question.

You and Tom had been dating for five years already. As soon as you moved to England for college in 2014, you had met him over a painful body-crash while going for a run at the park. And you've been through it all. His first movie with Chris Hemsworth, When got the role as Spider-Man, the ups and downs from his career, everything.

And it would be a complete lie to say that you didn't imagine a future with him. You've been together for so long, and you still felt as in love with him as you felt the first time he said it to you.

And the fact that he was practically part of your family, made it even harder for you not to fall harder for the actor. He's been there when Mateo was born, when Katelyn passed away, when your brother needed help with his son when he was a baby, now being a single dad. He was there for everything.

"And what else have you thought about?" You asked him, sighing as you made your way to his lap, straddeling him. His hands found their way to your hips, massaging the skin under your shirt. Your eyes were becoming teary, full of affection and joy. Arms circling his neck, chests almost pressed together. These were the moments you pictured in your days for the rest of your life.

"I've thought about... buying a house. Maybe in between the way here and in the way to my parents' house. There's a cute neighbourhood there, and some good schools, too. Pictured how someday I'll buy you the most gorgeous ring, get down on one knee and ask you to me mine forever." He whispered. His eyes traveled to your eyes, and down to your lips.

You leaned forward, lips brushing against each other, hot breaths driving you insane, and warmth already being shared. And, just before your lips touched, you whispered.

"I'm already yours, Tommy. Forever."

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As you probably have heard in the news, earlier in August a Pennsylvania grand jury handed down a 1,356-page account of sexual abuse which involved around 1,000 kids and 300 priests during a period of approximately 70 years. It is another pedophilia scandal within the Catholic Church that adds up to their collection of countless other ones reported in recent years.

The commie pope—while on his two-day visit to Ireland—begged for forgiveness again, just the way he did in Chile back in January of this year.

You can notice how quick and scathing the mainstream media is to denounce these recurring events, after all we know who owns the MSM and the (real) Church has a long, well-known history of “anti-semitism” and resistance against the tentacles of globalism. I wish the media had the same commitment to inform the existence of other pedophile rings full of high-ranking people as well.

Is the problem of the church’s innumerous sexual abuse allegations really pedophilia? To me there is a deeper explanation for it, and that explanation is: homosexualism. 81% of the alleged victims are male and three-fourths of them are post-pubescent. As you guys are certainly aware of, the Church has a very big issue with homosexualism among its clergymen.

I have a theory for the high presence of gay men inside priesthood: until not long ago being gay was definitely not ok, homosexuals were not accepted as they are now, so they became priests.

The developed Western world of today encourages people to become gay, it applauds individuals for their gayness, but it wasn’t always like that. Now, try to imagine a closeted homosexual man living in the 50s, for example. What a better place to go than the Catholic seminary? People wouldn’t look you down, you wouldn’t have to get married, the place was filled with other young men (potential sexual partners) and that’s how the Church got corrupted by perverts.

Pedophilia x Homosexualism

One normie could argue “how homosexualism relates to pedophilia?” Any red-pilled person who has ever wondered what causes someone to become gay will notice that there is an undeniable link between pedophilia and homosexualism.

Let’s remember the occasion of Milo Yiannopolous’ resignation from Breitbart over comments which seemed to endorse sex between “younger men” and older men. Something that is—as he pointed out—extremely common among gay men. A 2009 report revealed that 74 percent of bisexuals had been sexually abused as children, I am pretty sure homosexuals follow the same numbers.

I won’t say homosexual behavior is exclusively caused by pedophilia because human (or animal) sexuality is a very complex topic which can certainly involve many variables. I just don’t buy that “born this way” hype, until this day not a single reliable proof of the existence of a gay gene or anything like it was discovered.

The Vatican once bought a £21 million apartment block above ‘Europe’s largest gay sauna’.

Pope Francis, a champion of the left-leaning agenda inside the Church, has been accused of covering up former Cardinal McCarrick’s abuse allegations (one of the many cases in Pennsylvania). The accusations were made by Carlo Vigano, a former Vatican ambassador to the US, and if it proves to be true–I am positive it is—that should result in pope Francis’ resignation. As a traditionalist Catholic myself I would be delighted with such an event.

Francis has already been complacent with other pedos before. One good example is the 2015 ‘Synod on the Family’ when the pope invited Godfried Danneels, a Belgium Cardinal convicted of covering up pedophiles in the 90s, to attend the meeting. Danneels is a hard-left priest that tries to push the Church ” liberal reformation” and admitted that he was part of a plot against (right-leaning) Pope Benedict and in favor of the election of leftie Francis.

To affirm that the Church’s gay/pedos are exclusively part of the left-wing priesthood would be too Manichean. I am sure there are tons of sick people who lean right also. But it can’t be denied that the liberals make up the vast majority of these issues involving sexual misconduct.

“Religious progressives”

For those who don’t know, the Catholic Church, just as any other political institution, is divided in factions that tend to be more liberal or orthodox. The liberation theology, for instance, is a movement created inside the Catholic Church (and some Protestant denominations) which aims to mix Christianity and Marxism.

Even if you are an agnostic don’t underestimate the influence they played in various regions such as Europe, Latin America and even New England. Brazilian Workers’ Party attributed their success to this movement and Unions.

Be wary of any religious leader that tries to push a liberalization of dogmas and traditions. Because all religions are intrinsically conservative according to their respective contexts, they establish doctrines that dictate sets of rules that must be followed properly in order to attain their objectives (whether is Salvation in Christianity or Nirvana in Buddhism). There are no (real) religions without their traditions.

Whenever you see liberal religious men doubt their characters. There is a good chance they don’t even bother with religion or spirituality, perhaps they are closeted atheist. What they do care about is the religious platform, which can offer various benefits such as large audiences, political influence, money and even sex.

Estimates of the number of gays in the priesthood are all over the lot, from 20 percent to 60 percent, although a Los Angeles Times poll in 2002 found only 15 percent of priests saying they were homosexual or “somewhere in between but more on the homosexual side.”

Every time pedo priests’ cases pop up in the MSM, secular people are very quick to point fingers and show their moral superiority, but they “forget” the existence of secular institutions that are way more sexually perverted than the “gayish” modern Church, such as Hollywood, the political and corporate world.

Real Church x Sissy Church

It is also important to notice that the Church was emasculated, an emasculation that took place during the process of secularization and establishment of liberal democracies across the Western world (e.g. French Revolution).

The Church had to be softened, becoming an institution that barely resembles the once powerful and great Church of the Crusades or the Inquisitions. This same phenom of emasculation can also happen in other secular institutions too, the Military, mainstream Music, Politics, Sports and even Boys Scouts. And it will only get worse as liberal-democratic globalism advances, so secular people: watch out!

St. Basil the Great, a 4th century bishop and Doctor of the Church, defended that gay/pedo priests should be publicly flogged. That was the (real) Church, not this sissy catholicism created after the Second Vatican Council (a modernist reform imposed in the Church from 1962 to 1965). A lot of things got bad in the 60s.

The (real) Church has a very important and vigorous story in the construction of the West. Always being a target to the globalists and that breed who rules the world, a clear obstacle to their goals.

Examples are many: Gabriel García Moreno, Catholic Equatorian president, who made a terrific job in a Confessional Equator and was killed by the Freemasons; Saint José Sanchez del Rio, who was killed by Mexican secular, freemason and leftist government with the support of the US, for refusing to abbandon his faith.

Inconvenient truths are ignored

The media only goes after what is convenient to their narrative, don’t expect them to expose Hollywood pedos nor the obvious link between pedo priests and homosexualism. The left has already pushed the normalization of pedophilia many times and I didn’t see the indignation of the MSM.

Late Vatican’s Chief Exorcist Gabriele Amorth once said, “The Devil resides in the Vatican and you can see the consequences”.

“The floor of hell is paved with the skulls of bishops”. – St. Athanasius

Read More: The Vatican Has Disgraced True Catholic Values

I have noticed that many people have been falsely conflating what comes out of the Vatican as Catholic. Thus it is my duty to present to the esteemed readers of this fine site the true teachings of the Church which stand, ever more so today, in stark opposition to the rot of cultural Marxism and the effeminacy of the Papal pretenders in Rome.

Vicar of Christ?

Church authorities are not legitimate

It is a dogma of the Catholic faith that the Church cannot substantially change. This means that the church cannot contradict nor change her teaching from what has always been universally taught or has been solemnly defined. Any one who claims to be Catholic and knowingly professes a faith which contradicts a teaching of the Church is considered to be a heretic and is considered to have a removed himself from the Church.

As St. Thomas states: “[one] who disbelieves [even] one article of faith does not have faith, either formed or unformed.” This is known as the unity of faith which means that all Catholics profess the same faith. Likewise it means that heretics cannot hold a clerical office in the Church. Thus if a heretic were to be elected even to the Papacy they could not be considered a legitimate Pontiff because a heretic has separated himself from the Church (source).

Would a real Pope bow to a religion declared false by the Church?

Simply put, you have to be Catholic to be Pope, and the absurdity of a heretic claiming the See of Peter is where we find ourselves today. For just as the institutions in the West have been infiltrated and seized by the enemy, likewise have the institutions of the Church been usurped by apostate forces. The hierarchy currently residing in the Vatican are not legitimate authorities and do not represent the perennial teaching of the Church. Therefore I have listed for your benefit the actual Church’s positions on some current areas of contention.

The only time Francis has ever smiled at a Crucifix

On Communism

The Catholic Church is vehemently opposed to communism. Without Pius XII valiant efforts, communism would have prevailed over postwar France and Italy. The Pope went so far as to issue the Decree against Communism in 1949 which excommunicated any Christian who professed communist doctrine.

Catholicism is the enemy of Marxism as it teaches that there can be no separation of Church and state, and an atheist government is immoral. Catholicism believes private property is a natural right going so far to say that depriving workers of their wages is a sin which cries to heaven for vengeance (compare that to our socialist tax code!).

On Migration and Culture

The current Muslim invasion of Europe would be met with the utmost resistance. It has always been the Church which has sought to safeguard Catholic Culture and in ages past has gone so far as to issue a call to arms against non-Catholics who have sought to destroy it.

Pope Urban II issued the Crusades and Pope Leo the great even went so far as to personally travel into the heart of the Hun army—to Attila himself—to deliver Rome from the sack that was to come. In 1571, St. Pope Pius V formed the Holy League that would go on to defeat the great Muslim Turkish Armada that was plaguing the Mediterranean.

“Then I pointed like so and told them where to take their cultural enrichment”

The tradition of the Church has been to unite the West against external non-christian threats in order to preserve Western Christian culture.

“The natural law enjoins us to love devotedly and to defend the country in which we were born, and in which we were brought up, so that every good citizen hesitates not to face death for his native land…. We are bound, then, to love dearly the country whence we have received the means of engagement this mortal life affords.” – Sapientia Christiana Encyclical Pope Leo XIII

On Abortion and Contraception

So what is the real teaching of the Church in regards to abortion and contraception? The teaching is any member who has an abortion or supports abortion is automatically excommunicated from the Church. That’s right: every single Democrat who claims to be Catholic is actually excommunicated, including Nancy Pelosi who likes to sanctimoniously drone how she is a good Catholic grandmother.

Contraception is also considered a mortal sin because it is an unnatural stoppage of life.

“Hence, after the sin of homicide whereby a human life already in existence is destroyed, this type of sin appears to take next place, for by it the generation of human nature is impeded.” -St. Thomas Aquinas.

I know this is unpopular with the readers, but the teaching is that those who engage in contraception have already committed murder in their heart. Contraception is what allows people to engage in recreational sex, because the natural end of sex has been set aside so too then has the institution of marriage, whose end is children.

Likewise, because we have committed murder in our hearts, we have become a petulant, immature, vain, and a sterile people similar to any other people who have taken the risk from reward or the consequences from pleasure. This is the most difficult pill to swallow.

On Feminism

The Church condemns feminism in the strongest terms. There cannot exist feminism without birth control.

“…any use whatsoever of matrimony exercised in such a way that the act is deliberately frustrated in its natural power to generate life is an offense against the law of God and of nature, and those who indulge in such are branded with the guilt of a grave sin.” -Pius XI Casti Cannubi

The Church asserts that Man is the head of the household and that a woman finds her vocation from being a good mother and housewife:

“This … does not deny or take away the liberty which fully belongs to the woman both in view of her dignity as a human person, and in view of her most noble office as wife and mother and companion; nor does it bid her obey her husband’s every request if not in harmony with right reason or with the dignity due to wife; … For if the man is the head, the woman is the heart, and as he occupies the chief place in ruling, so she may and ought to claim for herself the chief place in love.” -Ibid

The Pope has even gone so far as to condemn women’s suffrage:

“Woman can never be man’s equal and cannot therefore enjoy equal rights. Few women would ever desire to legislate, and those who did would only be classed as eccentrics.” -St. Pius X

On Pacifism

The Catholic Church is not simply just a religion of love and mercy. Christianity is not a weak religion, for our God is a God of Battles. Catholic Tradition encourages us to live our lives in the manner of our Lord Jesus who spoke of the struggle that his Church would have to endure.

“Do not think that I am come to send peace upon earth: I came not to send peace, but the sword.”-Mathew 10:34

Christians are not meant to sit idly as bystanders to the great struggle of good and evil in this world.

“For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood: but against principalities and power, against the rulers of the world of this darkness: against the spirits of wickedness in the high places.” -Ephesians 6:12

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Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Series

Distracted, Desperate, Determined

Baxter has always preferred superficial and fleeting relationships. He thrives on them. However, when a new employee of his inalienably captures his attention, he is forced into increasingly forceful recourses.

One-Shots

Sneaking Out to the Neighbour's Bedroom

Jamie Last sneaks to her sleepy, nerdy boyfriend's bedroom.

Remedial Dance Class

It is the day before Homecoming and Derek does not know how to dance. Lucky for him, his friend does.

Work of Art

Cove has self-esteem problems, but Jamie is on the case.

To Be An Adult

Cove is struggling with the concept of growing up.

Procastination, California Style

Jamie has to finish an essay. Derek is bored. So, naturally, they mess around.

Just a Friend, Practically a Sister

Jamie is in love with Derek. Derek is in love with Miranda.

Blunder at the Farmers' Market

The moms send Jamie and Baxter to the market for some groceries. She gets distracted and makes a rather humiliating mistake.

Jamie's Perfect Date, by Baxter Ward

For his date with Jamie, Baxter spares no effort or expense. She is very appreciative.

The Good Ends to a Long Engagement

The Wards receive a visit from a few Oregon friends and Baxter comes to a very important decision.

Neighbourly Conversation under the California Sun

Cliff is enamoured with a girl who works near his shop. Pam and Noelani encourage him.

Waiting for a Summer Child

Jamie finds she cannot sleep, so she sneaks out of bed and makes herself some tea. Her husband soon follows.

Blue Bag Cheetos

Baby Ward has a craving. Their mother is throwing the apartment apart. Baxter has to find those Cheetos. Right now.

Escapades from the Basement

Derek is hosting his girlfriend’s birthday bash. He still wants some time alone with her.

Equatorian Coffee

Baxter invites Jamie back to his apartment for a special cup of coffee. There is no coffee to be had.

Ritzy Premiere of Jamie Last

Baxter, on the invitation of his parents’ friends, is invited to a movie party. He attends, out of obligation and hoping to promote his event business, and he takes his girlfriend with him.

Charlottesville Croissants

Jamie asks Baxter on another café-hopping journey. He is happy to go along with it.

Outdoor Hot Tub (Out Thu., Feb. 13th, 07:00 PM SAST)

At their mountain holiday, Baxter suggest for him and Jamie to try the jacuzzi on the balcony of their room. This quickly devolves into debauchery.

Lightning Conductor (Out Wed., Jul. 24th, 07:00 PM SAST)

Jamie is displeased with Baxter’s flirty antics. She decides to put him in his well-deserved place.

Taking Care of that Eldest Brother Type (Out Sun., Sep. 29th, 07:00 PM SAST)

Derek has come down with a flu. He gets as clingy and needy as he never was when healthy, but his girlfriend does not mind indulging him.

Vail Season (Out Wed., Dec. 4th, 07:00 PM SAST)

Jamie met a guy during her Winter Break, and she knows there would be nothing between them but a fling.

Short Fics

Chips on High Shelves (Out Tue., Apr. 1st)

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward #cliff holden

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