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punishments (ls2 + op81)
dom!oscar x sub!reader x switch!logan (poly relationship)
summary: oscar was serious about punishing you and logan when you met him in Australia
notes: i really made it seem like logan is the brat and the reader is the angel in the relationship so go with it
warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! bondage, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected p in v
missing oscar (the first part)
“Do you think Oscar will be mad?” You ask quietly, staring up at the ceiling.
“He’ll get over it by the time we see him.” Logan shrugs, gently wiping between your legs with a damp towel.
He tosses it back to the bathroom, then crawls into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms.
“I love you.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your head. “Don’t worry about Os, okay?”
“Okay. I love you too.” You tell him, burying your face in his chest and letting sleep take over.
You try not to think too much about Oscar like Logan said while you’re in the states, but can’t help it, apart from the fact that you genuinely miss him, you can’t help but wonder what your punishment will be. Sure, you’d seen Oscar punish Logan before, but never really you, you were always his good girl.
You try not to let the nerves take over too much as you fly to Australia, part of you eager to see your other boyfriend. You can tell Logan is excited to see him too, having mentioned him quite a few times near the end of your trip.
All nerves seem to wash away when Oscar picks you both up from the airport. You practically run into his arms, eager to finally be together once more. You take Oscar’s hand in yours, while Logan takes Oscar’s other, as you walk to his car.
You spend the day wrapped up in each other’s arms in your shared hotel room, chatting about what you’ve done while apart; seeing Logan’s family, and Oscar doing his Esquire shoot.
“Logan was drooling over the photos for days!” You tell Oscar.
“No I wasn’t! Shut up!” Logan laughs, blushing.
Oscar smirks. “Aww, did you miss me Lo?”
“We both did.” He answers.
“I know.” Oscar says, his voice dropping slightly. “I remember you two were misbehaving while I was gone.”
You look up at Oscar with wide eyes as Logan shies away.
“Don’t think you can avoid your punishments.” Oscar sits up straighter on the bed. “In fact, I think now would be a perfect time to teach you your lessons.”
He stands up from the bed to walk over to a drawer. “Logan, chair.” He nods to the chair at the desk across from the bed.
Logan slowly gets up, leaving you on the bed and walks over to the chair. He sits down and watches Oscar dig around for something. His eyes grow wide when Oscar holds up a tie.
“Take your shirt off.” Oscar instructs him.
Logan nods, tugging his shirt over his head, then tossing it aside.
“Now hands behind your back.”
Logan holds his hands behind him as Oscar ties them together. He then kneels down in front of Logan and slowly tugs his sweatpants and boxers down until they lay around his ankles.
“Don’t be a brat.” He says, then turns away from the blonde.
Oscar moves back to the bed with you once he’s finished with Logan. His eyes are dark, darker than usual as he reaches out to you.
He softly brushes your hair away from your face.
“Did you miss me baby?” He asks.
You nod.
“I need your words. Both of you need to use your words tonight, got it?”
“Yes Os.” You tell him.
“Yes Oscar.” Logan answers.
“Good.” Oscar nods. He lets his head fall forward to the crook of your neck. His nose traces along your skin, his lips just barely brushing against you. “You weren’t being a good girl while I was gone.”
You don’t answer him. You know it’s a statement, not a question. Instead you grab onto his arms, eager to hold any part of him you can.
“You’re usually my good girl. What happened?” He coos.
“I- I needed you Os…” you whine as his teeth nip at your skin. His hands slowly make their way up your shirt, brushing against your skin.
“You were needy, and you let Logan manipulate you, huh?” Oscar looks over at the blonde in the chair.
“She wanted me. She said it herself.” Logan taunts.
“She wanted to cum.” Oscar snaps at him. “And now she’s going to cum over and over and over again, until I’m finished with her. And you’re going to sit there and watch.”
You whine, your eyes locked on Oscar.
“You remember your safe words?” He asks, looking at you then Logan.
“Yes Oscar.” You both answer.
“Good.” Oscar says, then pulls you into his embrace with a messy kiss.
It’s all teeth and tongues as Oscar pulls you onto his lap. You straddle him, locking your ankles behind him, keeping yourself wrapped around him as you kiss him. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair as you press yourself against him, desperate to be as close to him as possible.
Oscar smirks into the kiss when he feels you shamelessly grinding against him, the little whines coming from your mouth proof of how much you need him.
“Lay back baby.” He says against your lips.
You pull yourself away from Oscar to lay down on your back, eager to follow his directions.
“There’s my good girl.” He coos. “Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He slowly undresses you, kissing every new bit of skin revealed in the process, and tosses your clothes to lay with Logan’s.
He trails kisses down your body until he’s laying between your legs. “So pretty.” He says softly as he spreads you open for him. “And so wet for me.” He trails his tongue through your folds.
“Os…” you whine, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair.
Oscar pulls his head away to look up at you. “No, I want you to tell Logan how good it feels, to show him what he could have had if he behaved.”
Logan whines in his chair, shifting his hips as if it’ll help him feel something, anything, as he watches the scene in front of him.
Oscar lifts your legs over his shoulders, his arms locked around you, making sure you can’t move from his grasp. He devours you like a man starved, and it doesn’t stop after you’ve cum. He sucks your clit into his mouth, determined to give you a second orgasm on his tongue.
You moan, twisting in his grip, already starting to feel sensitive. You arch your back as you feel your second orgasm approaching, and you catch a glimpse of Logan.
He looks just as desperate as you must look, his face flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. His dick is standing tall and hard, the tip an angry red color, and his eyes look wild. His arms are taut from how much he’s pulling at his restraints.
You call out his name as you fall apart on Oscar’s tongue for a second time.
The Australian tilts his head up to look at the poor American bound to the chair. “Enjoying the show?” He asks, pushing his middle finger inside you. “Wish you could feel her right now?” He curls his finger up.
You whine, your hands gripping onto the bed sheets to ground yourself.
“She feels so good Lo.” Oscar moans as he pushes another finger in you. “I can see why you needed her so bad while I was gone.”
He sets a rough pace with his fingers, simultaneously pressing against your clit with his thumb.
“Os, ‘s too much!” You whine as you use a hand to push against him.
“I thought you wanted me baby? I’m giving you what you wanted.” He says, replacing his thumb with his lips, sucking harshly on your clit.
You cry out as your third orgasm suddenly hits you. You feel sore and tired, and watch with hazy eyes as Oscar pulls his fingers from you and sucks them clean.
“You taste so good.” He moans. He drops his other hand to hold himself, still tucked into his own pants. He pulls his shirt off, then his pants and boxers, and stares down at you with hunger in his eyes. He taps against your side. “Turn over.”
Your body feels heavy as you flip onto your stomach for him. You feel him grab onto your hips, pulling them up as he sits on his knees behind you.
“Think you can give me one more baby?” He asks.
He’d stop immediately if you couldn’t. If either you or Logan uttered the safeword, he would stop everything. You know that. But you know that he’s familiar with you and your limits. He knows your body, and what it can handle.
“Yes Oscar.” You whine.
“Good. I want you to look at Logan while I fuck you.” You feel the tip of his cock brush against your folds, collecting the cum from your previous orgasms.
He pushes in slowly, still making sure not to hurt you with his thrusts. He stops when you’re fully wrapped around him.
Your mouth hangs open as you look at Logan, who looks desperate for any sort of attention.
“Tell him how good it feels.” Oscar grunts as he begins thrusting into you.
“S-so good! It feels so good Lo!” You moan. You drop your head in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut.
“No, no, no, you’re meant to look at him.” Oscar tells you. He pulls you up, so that your back is flush against his chest. He wraps one hand around your neck, softly pressing his fingers into your skin. His other hand drops down to play with your clit.
“You gonna cum again for us?” Oscar asks, his words teasing in your ear. “Be my good girl again?”
You can’t answer him, too far gone, drowning in pleasure. Your eyes water as you feel yourself clench down around his cock.
“I can feel you getting closer. Be a good girl for us. Cum.”
Your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open. You cry out as your hips roll desperately against Oscar’s.
“Good girl, good girl.” He pants.
You feel his cum shoot deep inside you as he holds your body to his.
You feel your body collapse in his arms as he pulls out, making you whine from the sensitivity. You look back up at Logan to see him also panting, his own release covering his stomach and chest.
“Why don’t you help Logan clean up?” Oscar nods towards Logan.
You get off the bed and drop to your knees in front of Logan to lick his cum off his body. He whines when you start to stroke his cock.
“This was meant to be a punishment baby.” Oscar says. “Logan can have his fun tomorrow.”
He gently lifts you up off the ground, laying back down on the bed, then walks back to Logan to untie him. He guides Logan to the bed, then goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a soft towel, and a small bottle of lotion. He gently wipes the remnants of your release from between your legs, then softly massages the lotion into Logan’s wrists.
He lays between you both once he’s put everything back in the bathroom, with an arm wrapped around each of you. Logan buries his face in Oscar’s neck with an arm thrown over his stomach, while you lay your head on his chest with a leg thrown over his.
“You both did so well for me.” He says softly, giving you each a kiss. “I did miss you two.”
“We missed you more though.” You smile into Oscar’s chest.
“Maybe we should act out more often if it’ll get a reaction like that.” Logan murmurs into Oscar’s neck.
“Don’t even think about it.” Oscar laughs.
#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant smut#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri smut#poly loscar x reader#formula one x reader
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Winner, Baby
I wrote a parody song of Loser, Baby, where Angel Dust is redeemed.. but Husk isn’t. (Along with added pre-song dialogue.) :)
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“So.. you really did it, huh?”
“Heh. Yeah, I did.”
“You should go up, then. What’s taking so long?”
“I.. I’m not ready. Maybe I could just, you know, stay here? Until you an’ the others are ready. I still have shit to take care of, a job to quit-”
“Anthony. You earned it. Go.”
“…I can’t.”
“I already taught you to fly. Need another lesson?”
“Wh- no, no! I got the wings shit! ..Mostly. But.. I’d miss you. A- AND the others, OF COURSE.”
“We’ll catch up. You fly on up there, and we’ll meet again.”
“…I think I’ll stay here. I don’t wanna go yet.”
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H: So things looked bad, you were backed against the wall
Your whole existence seemed fuckin’ hopeless
You felt as filthy as a dive-bar bathroom stall
Couldn’t cope sober and dope-less
A: (“Oh, I know this part!”)
“I lost my way
I thought my life was wrecked
And so you said I was correct!”
H: (Ha! No.)
You’re.. a..
A: “Lo-”
H: WINNER, baby!
A winner, goddamn, baby, you’re a-
bit fucked up, but you’ve made it up!
You’re a winner, unlike me
A: “Wait-“
H: You’re a screws-loose boozer, but a top 5-star reviews-er
You’re a power-bottom powering through
An’ you’ve got new company
A: “But I’m not-”
H: There was a time you thought that no-one could relate
To the gruesome ways in which you’re damaged
But you let walls down, and it finally set you straight!
A: “I’m still gay-”
H: Now it’s time to move to your new vantage!
A: “No, I can’t.. Agh.
I sold my soul
To that psychopathic freak.”
H: Haha! And you thought that made you unique?
Come on
Now you’re a winner, baby, a winner, now it’s time to go and-
A: “No, I’m not leaving, I can’t-”
H: But you’ve made it all the way
A: “No, please, I don’t wanna leave- that's not how this goes.
I’m still a loser, a dummy
And I’m not goin’ up there, honey
‘Least, down here, I’m not alone!”
H: Aw, c’mon- you’re a winner, unlike me!
A: “I’m not some perfect little angel.”
H: You got your wings, and Heaven’s say-so,
Join the crowd and leave this Hell behind!
A: “Sorry, sweetie, but we’re intertwined to
stay together despite my redemption!”
H: Are you so blind that I have to mention
that your call is right up there?
You’re free and you have unlimited power!
A: “I’m a loser, baby”
H: A WINNER, and just maybe if you
accept and move on,
You'll find you’ll make it out okay
It’s time to lose your self-loathing
Accept your fate, let hope in, baby
You’ve won your place, your soul and grace
A: “You're still a winner
Just
like
me”
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Matt Smith spoke with the Los Angeles Times about Daemon Targaryen. He's particularly insightful on the way Daemon and brother Viserys relate to each other.
“There’s a lot going on with his brother that he’s coming to terms with,” says Smith, who noted that scenes with Considine really helped him define the character. “Viserys ostensibly brought him up, and for Daemon it’s either try to piss him off or impress him.”
So it’s more Freudian than just plain pervy when Daemon corrupts, and almost seduces, underage Rhaenyra? Or is he truly in love with her, as it often seems? After all, Daemon even marries Rhaenyra years later (when she’s played by Emma D’Arcy); typically, he murders at least one of his other wives in the interim.
“Well, in the land of the Targaryens, it’s more commonplace to be with your immediate family,” Smith explains with a slightly nervous laugh. “I think he’s quite a solitary creature, really. But he’s also quite a political one. There’s a sense that his brother and Rhaenyra particularly, are the two people he would go to war for. It’s like he’s got this very weird sense of loyalty. To him, sometimes he’s doing the right thing even when he’s really doing the wrong thing.”
Matt had to get lessons on how to be a proper Targaryen.
Much more than locating the man inside the monster went into creating Daemon. It takes the better part of each morning to get the Targaryen clan’s identifying silvery-blond, chest-length wigs on just so. There were lessons in horsemanship and broadsword handling. Smith also learned multiple dialects of Valyrian, the Latin-like language Westeros nobles use among themselves, which he often employed to bring out Daemon’s more thoughtful dimensions.
And of course, there was dragon riding. Daemon has his own flying fire-breather: Caraxes the Blood Wyrm.
“They built this huge plinth that you have to get up on, then they move you around by remote control,” Smith says of the dragon rig. “Last year, they did it on a volume stage, which is like a reality stage [it surrounds actors with immersive sky visuals as opposed to blank bluescreens]. It’s quite high in the air and it’s like a bucking bronco, essentially. You’re sitting on what looks like a massive motorcycle, a low-slung Harley-Davidson.”
Like many GoT and HotD characters, Daemon is complex. A word Matt Smith often associates with Daemon is chaos.
“Daemon sort of thrives on chaos. There’s an element of him that’s walking on a tightrope made of glass, and he loves that he could fall off at any time. He operates on his own sort of strange and often violent plane. But to him, the violence is not gratuitous. He’s not doing it clumsily, he’s doing it with purpose and precision. Now, whether that’s right or wrong is for other people to debate.”
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GRACE TOUR: March 24th 2025 - LOS ANGELES
The concert in Seoul had left Grace on a high. There had been no issues, no problems, it had all gone well. The reviews that had started to come in were all four stars and above though there were obviously the usual reviews that stated ‘without BTS there would be no Grace Chu’ and ‘if it wasn’t for BTS, Grace wouldn’t have a career or a tour.’ Some Korean news reporters were uncomplimentary of her outfits, saying she showed too much flesh when it had been the exact opposite.
But none of those reports or stories could bring her down.
Her flight out of Seoul to Los Angeles happened the day after the concert. Right in the middle of the afternoon, with many reporters and fans waiting for her. It had been a bit chaotic and stupidly noisy but she had her Queen’s Guard around her as she walked through Incheon to check in then towards the lounge for the wait and finally on the plane. Eleven hours of flying meant she had time to get some work done, catch up on team emails and finalise a few things with the team in L.A who she would be meeting later on.
She was so thankful for the silent arrival at 8:30am and that she got out of the airport to her hotel with minimal fuss and issues. Though she had slept on the plane, a little power nap before the day started was what she needed and the moment she woke up an hour later, her itinerary was ready for her.
The Staples Centre, now known as the Crypto.com Arena, had been lit up purple for her arrival. News crews had been hanging around the front of the arena ever since she had landed in the city of Angels and ARMY had taken to filming the centre in hopes of getting a sneak peek of the soundcheck.
There had also been very little time to try and do any sightseeing during the couple of days before the concert as there had been one major press conference and interviews on Jimmy Kimmel and Jennifer Hudson’s talk shows where they were very impressed with her British accent, leading to a bit of an embarrassing moment with Jimmy Kimmel when he asked her how long she had been taking English lessons for.
The Mayor of Manchester in the UK later tweeted at Jimmy Kimmel and tagged BTS’ account in the post saying, “Nice to know interviewers do their research before guests come on the show. Even we know Grace Chu is from Manchester. Manc and proud.”
Grace being Grace simply laughed off the moment and joked back that she had been taking lessons for just over a year. Thankfully there were one or two questions about her relationship with Seokjin and then about the boys, the rest of the questions focussing on her solo career and the tour.
She had never been more thankful to get to her hotel, back to her Korean group of people.
“Honestly, you’d think they would have done more research. How many times has BTS been to America and we’ve made it clear you're British,” Sejin had huffed when they got back to her suite.
“Because they just look at Namjoon as the one who can speak English and the rest of us are eye candy,” Grace had replied as she sat down in her chair to let the make up artist wipe off the foundation.
She got an annoyed grunt in return but the subject was left alone, though she knew it would be reported back to Hitman Bang and the boys. It was never brought up again but she knew that anything that happened that displeased Sejin or the others would be reported back, made a note of for the future and kept locked in the memory banks.
But for Grace, it was business as usual as she prepped and practised for her tour. The Staples Center was a bit smaller than the Gocheck Sky Dome, but only by 5,000 people. And there would be no Seokjin or Hobi to be a comfort in the couple of hours before the music began.
She was nervous about this one.
This time she would be in front of a live American audience who had been hyping up the tour the most on Twitter when the news had been announced. Grace had seen the setlist suggestions, the costumes suggestions, whether she’d bring out any guests or if BTS would be in attendance or if she would sing any BTS songs. The USA ARMY were in full mode and she had seen some scrambling for tickets, some showcasing what merch they were going to bring to giveaway and how some were going to be meeting each other for the first time.
It did nothing to calm her nerves though.
The loud roar of the crowd when the opening VCR played caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end. She could hear her female dancers whisper excitedly as the floor opened and the sound came pouring in, so much so that she had to turn up the volume on her in-ears.
By the time she had finished In My Head and was about to say hello, the noise was completely overwhelming. She just had to stand there in the light and they were cheering her name, causing her to grin and laugh.
“Los Angeles,” she started and paused at the cheers. “Welcome to the In My Head Tour. That was the loudest welcome we’ve had so far, thank you so much.”
She could see the excited faces of young and old, from young teenagers to at least her mother’s age. Mostly women, but there were quite a few men in the crowd and she could see that some of them hadn’t been dragged by girlfriends or wives by the merch they were wearing.
There were a few signs in the crowd, a ‘Yoongi marry me’ sign which caused her to laugh when she saw it and the rest of the view was lit up with ARMY bombs. It was a sight to see and one she would remember for a while, even if she was returning the next night.
“ARMY, I have to ask you one thing - will you stay with me? With us?” she asked the crowd, three songs away from finishing for the night.
If she thought the noise at the beginning of the night was loud, the response to her question blew that out the window and when the beginning beats of ‘Stay’ started the noise volume grew.
It felt a bit strange to be singing in Korean after performing two shows entirely in English but the crowd were singing right along with her, or as much as they could, as she got to Namjoon’s verse.
Watching the confetti fall down as she finished the last few lines of Dangerous Woman, watching everyone dance and sing along and watching the staff on the edges enjoying themselves made the long nights of practice, long nights in the studio, the lack of sleep, the worry, the nerves, all completely worth it.
“Well you’re trending on Twitter again,” Sejin laughed as he showed his phone to Grace as they walked the hallways to the car after her costume and make up had been removed.
There were many videos taken of fans enjoying themselves in the crowd, hyping the people around them, hyping Grace up around the thrust stage. There were photos from the crowd, of the crowd, merch photos, and photos everywhere.
Weverse was also busy with fans uploading their own clips and photos.
They had even picked their own favourite dancers.
“Doing well Gigi,” Sejin patted her shoulder. “Only 19 more shows to go.”
Apologies for the delay in getting this to you all. I am hopefully back and we can get this tour back on the ground.
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The first pancake is a lump: unsuccessful debut performances of future rock stars
The path to the stars is thorny, and not everyone manages to overcome it at once. It may be hard to imagine now, but rock legends like AC/DC, Guns N’ Roses and Def Leppard started out with small, dirty and empty halls before reaching the status of stadium teams. Let's recall the first concerts of famous musicians, which turned out to be a complete failure.
Guns N’ Roses
Los Angeles, June 6, 1985
On June 6, 1985, Axl Rose, Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff McKagan and Steven Adler performed for the first time under the name Guns N’ Roses in their native Los Angeles at the Troubadour Club. Immediately after that, the band went on a tour of the West Coast, in which the team was extremely unlucky. Their car broke down in Fresno, and they had to hitchhike to the next city for 40 hours to eventually find out that they would only be paid 1/5 of the promised amount for the show. The remaining concerts of the tour were canceled, but McKagan writes in his autobiography that such adventures hardened the band.
Metallica
Radio City, March 14, 1982
At Metallica's first concert, Hatfield felt insecure and clamped down. He recalled in an interview with Kerrang!:
I was very nervous and uncomfortable without a guitar. On the first song, Dave [Mustaine] broke a string. It seemed like it took forever to replace her, and I stood on the stage in complete embarrassment. We were very disappointed with this concert.
Motley Crue
April 24, 1981
At the first Motley Crue concert, the problem was not in the venue or even in the band itself, but in the audience. Well, and a little bit in the character of Vince Neal, of course. In the biography "Dirt" he recalls:
People were screaming: "Fuck you!" They were giving us the middle fingers. And then one jerk in a black AC/DC T-shirt spat phlegm that flew onto my white leather pants. Without hesitating for a second, I jumped off the stage in the middle of a sentence and started hitting him. I looked back, and Nikki lifted his bass over his head and smashed it on some guy's shoulder blade.
Def Leppard
Schaffield, United Kingdom, July 8, 1978
In addition to the fact that the musicians received only one fifth of the five pounds promised for performing at a local school, Def Leppard guitarist Steve Clark learned an important lesson about the need for a full-fledged sound check before performing. Forgetting to turn on his amplifier, Clark tried to powerfully start the show, but only caused laughter from the audience. Joe Elliot recalled:
He started twirling the guitar in his hands, like Pete Townshend did, to kick in, but nothing happened. The audience laughed.
The Police
New York, October 20, 1978
If you play your first concert in one of the most famous clubs in New York, it would seem that what could go wrong? Well, first of all, the musicians were offered to use a dirty toilet as a dressing room. Secondly, in order to cross the Atlantic, the group had to fly on a budget flight and huddle in uncomfortable small chairs along with the equipment. But the main thing is: It was worth it. The audience, even though there were very few of them, received the group warmly.
As Andy Summers recalled, "By the end of the first set, the audience jumped to their feet and started singing along." Perhaps that's what helped the band play 23 more shows in the next three weeks.
Heart
Vancouver, 1974
The first Heart concert was held in a cave, and almost literally. The club where they performed was called The Cave and, as Ann Wilson recalls in the band's biography, its walls were decorated with decorative stone. She also talked about how at that time the team was so poor that they had to eat only rice.
Troubles also plagued the musicians during the audition in front of the club owner: a sudden gust of wind knocked the guitar out of Wilson's hands. Nevertheless, Heart ignored this fact, did not consider it a bad omen and went on stage anyway. Who knows, if they had acted differently, would they have been able to achieve their success?
KISS
Queens, New York, January 30, 1973
For decades, KISS has been building huge stadiums around the world and making millions from ticket sales and merch. But in 1973, at the Popcorn Club in Queens, the band performed in front of less than a dozen people, and received only $50 for it. Gene Simmons himself organized the concert after the departure of their then manager, who stated that KISS had "the worst music he had ever heard."
AC/DC
Sydney, Australia, December 31, 1973
The musicians had only been playing together for a couple of months, and they still didn't have enough songs to put together a decent setlist. Why, Angus Young didn't have his famous school uniform yet. But neither this nor the quality of the venue prevented the band from winning the hearts of the audience at the very first show. The band's bassist Dave Evans recalled:
This place was very cool in the 50s and 60s, but when we performed there, the days of its glory were long gone. It was a small playground with a tiny stage and no dressing room
In addition, the middle-aged manager of the club turned off the electricity every 20 minutes because it seemed to him that the musicians were playing too loudly. Despite everything, Young told me:
This concert was just wild. On New Year's Eve, the atmosphere is already wild, but if you add to this what we did, you get complete madness.
Yes
Essex, United Kingdom, August 3, 1968
The first performance of the Yes band took place just a week after its founding. Chris Squire, John Anderson, Peter Banks, Bill Bruford and Tony Kaye went to perform at a youth camp in Essex. They didn't have much time to prepare, and there were a lot of covers on the setlist, but the band performed them in their own way, in a progressive rock style. Banks recalls that they made their own arrangements for all the compositions, but they did it with respect to the original.
The Doors
Los Angeles, March 1966
The Doors' first performance took place on the legendary Sunset Strip, where the famous Troubadour and Whisky a Go-Go clubs were located. But Morrison and company performed at an institution called The London Fog, where they shared a tiny stage with exotic dancers. This club was a favorite place for alcoholics, prostitutes and various slippery types, but the show there gave The Doors the opportunity to try their hand on stage and subsequently form a corporate style of performances.
The Velvet Underground
New Jersey, December 11, 1965
The auditorium of a high school in New Jersey turned out to be not the most suitable place for the debut of Lou Reed and his team performing experimental and intellectual rock and roll. The band played only three songs, and managed to capture the attention of only half of the audience of students and their parents. There She Goes was a safe option to start the show, which is not true of the songs Venus In Furs and Heroin that followed.
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BTHB: Depression
BTHB: Depression
NCIS: Los Angeles
@badthingshappenbingo
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A/N: Trigger Warning for descriptions of depression.
A/N2: Takes place during 12x08 "Love Kills" and 12x09 "A Fait Accompli"
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Glynco, Georgia
It's pouring out.
It's storming actually, dumping up to two inches of rain on Glynco and the rest of the Georgia coast. With the outside night classes canceled, Marty Deeks lies on his dorm bed and watches his ceiling fan spin.
He could go to the dining hall and attempt to socialize with the other cadets or walk over to use the dorm building's gym.
But instead, he lies on his back with bruised ribs and shoulder pain, and just….lays there.
Hey, Cadet! How was your day?
He could answer Kensi's text, received two hours ago. He really could. Hell, Deeks could picture himself rolling onto his stomach, taking his phone in hand and texting- I'm fine. The usual. Miss you and the team.
It'd be easy. Simple. It'd also be a lie.
He isn't fine.
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"I'm so sorry, Deeks."
His eyes fly open at the memory of the four words he's heard dozens of times since being cut from NCIS and LAPD. He can picture Sam and Callen's solemn expressions, the pat on the backs from other agents and even the glances from officers on the day he had turned in his badge.
God, the looks he'd gotten walking into LAPD-
Deeks lets out a slow long breath before glancing over to the clock on the dresser.
8:15
I've only been here for twenty- five minutes. Great, he thinks before gingerly pushing himself into sitting up. Deeks rubs his bruised ribs- earned from an overeager ex- Marine during sparring- and winces.
In the silence of his room, he can feel his chest tighten at the sudden surge of intrusive thoughts.
I hurt and I'm exhausted. I can’t sleep and I’m running on empty.
Unexpectedly, he lets out a sob.
I can’t fail-
I can't-
His cellphone rings from behind him, causing him to flinch. Deeks grabs the phone and looks at the screen to see a video request from Kensi. He takes in another slow breath and musters the closest he can to a smile.
"Hey, Kensalina," he greets and sees Kensi laying back on her pillow on their bed. The sight of her makes his heart skip a beat and he takes a long moment to take in the sight of her.
"Hi," Kensi answers softly. "It's what- 8 or so over there? I just wanted to check on you. How was your day?"
"I'm hanging in there, Kens. There's a storm that canceled a few classes," Deeks replies. He swallows and glances off to his left. "How's…how's it going over there?"
Kensi frowns and sits up on the bed. "It's fine….Baby, are you okay?"
He stiffens at her question and looks away from his phone. The tears forming in his eyes sting as he looks away and feels his wife's eyes on him even from a thousand miles away. "I'm getting it done, Kens-"
"You didn't answer my question."
"I didn't.." He chuckles sadly before looking back at the phone. "Kens, I…I'm drowning and I don't know how to get out of this. I know I have two weeks left but I just….I don't know."
Kensi tucks a loose hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry. I can come up for a weekend if that'd help?"
"No, no, no- don't waste a couple of days on me," He mutters. "I just need to finish and maybe us driving back and taking some time for ourselves will help."
Kensi nods in understanding before a small warm smile appears on her face. "I have an idea that may help. Tell me three things that you are looking forward to when you come home."
"What?"
"Tell me three things that you are looking forward to when you come back home," Kensi repeats. She holds up the familiar desk pad and holds it up in front of the camera. "We can both list three things that we'll do when you come home, whether it's sleep in all day, surfing or whatever. Just three things."
Deeks drops his head and sighs. "Kensi…I…. fine, I guess I could go see my surf students over in Malibu. They know I went to a work thing and might get a promotion."
Kensi nods and scribbles 'surfing lessons' on her pad. "That's one. By the way, that taco truck that you've been fangirling over finally opened yesterday."
It's not fangirling, it's- He smirks at the thought and mumbles,"That's two. Look, Kens-"
Kensi sits up suddenly, cocks her head slightly and smiles with chin resting on her hand. "And I think…I'm pretty sure that there's another activity that we can catch up on when you come home."
"Kens-"
"The attic had been in need of cleaning for forever!" Kensi jokes.
Corny as it is, Deeks lets out a chuckle, the first one in weeks. He settles in the warmth it brings. "I miss you."
"Deeks,"Kensi smiles. " I'm going to ask you the same question every day until I drive up to you. You've been through so much and you are so loved and so amazing. You are almost done. Hold on to the things we talked about. Promise me."
God, he loves her. "I promise."
"Ok." Kensi sits up. "New topic- I've got a new story about Tiffany, Mindy and a six year old Facebook post. Up for it?"
Deeks lays back on the bed and replies, "Of course."
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2,500 miles away, Kensi Blye listens to the soft snoring on Deeks via video chat. He'd only made it four minutes into the story before he'd gone quiet on his end.
I knew telling him a story would work, Kensi thinks proudly. She places the pad back on her dresser , recalling the idea from a phone call from Nate.
"I'm really worried about him, Nate, and I don't know how to help him across the country."
He'd told her to start with something simple- "Just be there for him. Give him something to hold onto."
"I love you," Kensi repeats again as she relaxes into the pillow. "Good Night, Deeks."
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Wilt (Chapter 3)
Chapter 2
Wilt Playlist
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! THANKS FOR READING!
THIS FIC RELIES HEAVILY ON THE PLAYLIST LINKED ABOVE. TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THE STORY YOU MUST PLAY THE SONGS WHEN YOU SEE THE LYRICS.
WARNINGS: Angst, Smut, 18+ as always.
When you wake up you’re facing Jake’s side of the bed, but there is no Jake. His spot feels cold and the room is now lit by a lamp. You see him in the corner of the room sitting on the floor, quietly packing his things into a suitcase. You lay there watching him, he doesn’t notice that you’re awake yet. The digital clock on the dresser says 10:00 pm. You both must have slept half of the day away after returning from the office. You wonder where he is going since he hasn’t mentioned anything to you. As you watch him he is neatly folding his things as small as possible to fit into the suitcase. He glances up and sees you watching him and smiles.
“Comfy?” He asks.
You realize you are completely wrapped in the big fluffy duvet.
“Yes, but a little cold. You left me in here.” You say.
“I had to, we leave in the morning and I haven’t packed shit.” He says with a sad look.
“You didn’t tell me…” you say in a sad tone.
“Ah, it’s just for a few days. Wish you could come but we’ll be back quick.” He says with a soft smile.
“I’ve seen this movie… Rockstar beds hot girl, leaves her to go play his guitar around the world never speaking to her again…” you joke.
“Not quite darlin. Not this time.” He says back smirking.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“Los Angeles, we’ll be there a week.” He replies.
“Oh wow, a week? I am really going to fall behind in my lessons.” You say with a smug grin.
“Oh no you’re not. You’re going to practice and send me videos. Like normal.” He says firmly.
“No, you’ll be too busy for all of that…” You reply.
He stands up and walks over to you, placing a firm kiss on your lips, “Not too busy.”
“Do you have a show out there or….” You question.
“Yeah we are wrapping up some stuff for the new album during the week, and we have a show Friday night. Should be back Saturday night.” He replies sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“I mean it, you will send me videos, right?” He asks with his hand on your cheek.
“Maybe.” You reply devilishly.
“I’m gonna write you out some chords that I want you to practice while I’m gone. When I get back, if it sounds good, you’ll be rewarded.” He says smugly.
“Oh, what kind of reward?” You ask.
“You know the kind darlin.” He replies before getting up and making his way to the closet.
He begins grabbing things off hangers and throwing them over his shoulders.
“What time are you leaving in the morning?” You ask.
“Josh said our flight is at 9:00am, so we will probably leave here around 7:00? I don’t know, that man has his own agenda sometimes… I just follow him.” He jokes.
“Yeah he kinda seems like he likes to be in charge…” you laugh.
“You have no idea…” he replies laughing.
He finishes packing his items into the suitcase and wheels it to the front door, before returning back to you.
“Well now its 10:30 and we are both wide awake. Now what?” You ask.
“Well, the only thing we can do I guess… let’s practice.” He says.
He walks into the music room and grabs two acoustic guitars and brings them back to his bedroom, shutting the door.
He hands one to you and looks at you smirking before walking into his closet. The next thing you know a t-shirt is flying towards your face. You smile a silent thank you and pull it over your head.
You look down at the shirt and see it says ‘Greta Van Fleet’ and is broken in just right. You can tell it's old.
“Keep it.” He says.
“Really? Are you sure?” You ask.
“I am. Looks good on you.” He replies.
“Now let’s see where we stand, play that song we worked on earlier?” He asks.
You position the guitar in your hands and and right as you are about to play he stops you.
“Wrist, baby. You're too tight.” He says.
You reposition yourself and he nods his head in approval.
You play the first few chords flawlessly and are feeling confident with your progress. You slip up on finger placement and he raises an eyebrow at you slowly, pursing his lips.
“Pretty good. Keep working on it this week. Wanna do another or….” He asks.
“Yes, but play it for me first. You don’t play enough for me…I want to watch you, too.” You say.
“Alright, you might know this one. This is one of the first ones I learned myself…” he trails off.
He picks up the guitar and starts strumming the intro to ‘Wild Horses’ by The Rolling Stones.
“I do know this one. Will you sing it?” You ask.
“Ahhh I don’t do that much, typically leave it to Josh.” He replies.
You place a hand on his crossed legs, “Please?” You ask.
Blowing out a deep breath, he sings softly with closed eyes feeling each word.
“Graceless lady, you know who I am. You know I can’t let you, slide through my hands. Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away…”
As if he was singing that song straight to your heart, your eyes well with tiny tears. “Jake you have a beautiful voice…” you say with a shaky voice. You never want to forget him like this.
“Ah, I never sing really, but thanks darlin. Don’t tell anyone I did that.” He laughs and his eyes hold yours for a few seconds.
“Alright, you want to learn the intro?” He asks.
“I do.” You reply with a smile.
Over the next hour you learn the opening chords and strumming pattern for the song. You watch in awe as Jake so patiently teaches you, demonstrating each note on his guitar, then helping you on yours. Again you start to wonder what drew him to you that day, and why he is so graciously helping you learn. As you stare down at your fingers on the strings you feel a soft kiss on your neck.
“What was that for?” You ask playfully.
“I was just thinking about how I won’t be here this week…and watching you play right now… and you’re just beautiful. I don’t know, I just needed to.” He says shyly.
You lay the guitar down in your lap and turn towards him taking his face in your hands, you place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll miss you too.” You say.
“Let’s take a break, you up for a drink?” He asks.
“Always.” You reply
You slide on a pair of sweatpants that Jake has thrown to you from his chair pile, and you both make your way into the living room. Josh is reading a book by the fireplace and drinking what looks like scotch. Jake pours you both whatever is out on the counter and you graciously accept.
“Dude, what’s the plan this week? What all do we have going on?” Jake asks Josh, sitting down on the couch.
Josh looks up from his book and bends the page down, closing it and throwing it on the coffee table.
“It looks like mostly interviews, and press meetings. We have a photoshoot and the show Friday. I think we have some Christmas shopping activities that Sam orchestrated but other than that…” he trails off shrugging his shoulders.
“The usual…” Jake replies. “What time are we outta here tomorrow?”
“I’m thinking 7:00?” He replies. “Actually I need to go to bed, I was just out here winding down a little bit.”
“We accidentally slept all day, so now we will be up for a while.” Jake says.
“Great, well can you keep it down, sheesh…” Josh jokes shaking his head. Your face flushing red. “No, I’m just kidding I don’t hear anything, you kids be as loud as you want…anyways, goodnight you two.” He stands up and makes his descent down the hallway and you hear the door shut.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” Jake asks.
“Sure, you can pick.” You reply.
You make your way back to his bedroom and crawl back into the bed. He turns out the lights and turns on the tv selecting ‘Baby Driver’. He climbs in next to you and pulls the duvet cover up. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head on his now bare chest.
You must have dozed off, because the room is now pitch black and you can hear Jake’s deep breathing next to you. Perfectly content in the moment you snuggle back into his side and close your eyes once more knowing you won’t get to do this for a week.
When the morning comes around, Josh is pounding on the bedroom door.
“JAKE! Time to get up dude…” he calls in a frustrated voice.
“Ugh, I know he’s my twin, but i’m gonna do it this time. I'm gonna kill him. I swear I will…” Jake groans with a tired voice. You roll towards him and kiss his cheek.
“I need to go, so you can get to the airport on time.” You say.
“No, not yet…” he begs.
“Jake, if I stay you’ll be late…” You reply.
“Just a few more minutes…” He says rolling towards you, kissing you softly on the lips.
You grab his wrists on your face and kiss him back, silently telling him that you’re not going anywhere just yet.
His hand snakes up under your shirt, resting when it meets your breast. His lips connect with the soft skin of your throat and place wet kisses up and down the goosebumped skin.
Your hand smoothes his hair out of his face and you ask, “one more time before you go?”
“God I was hoping you’d ask.” He says pulling your sweatpants off before his own follow. He rolls over and grabs a condom from his side table and slides it on his impossibly hard morning wood.
Crawling to kneel between you he spreads your legs apart and pushes your shirt up revealing your tits.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He says as he runs two fingers through your slit, collecting the wetness. He leans over you baring his weight on his right arm. With his left hind he lines himself up with your center and pushes into you. Feeling yourself tighten around him, you let out a small breath filled “Jake…”
His eyes shut as he takes in the sensation. He pulls out before pushing back in slightly farther and repeating the movement a few more times. You grab his other hand that is now resting next to your head, and gently place it on your throat. He stares at you, mouth hanging slightly open and raises his eye brows at you in question as he continues to thrust into you. You nod your head and he applies pressure to his palm and fingers, gripping your throat. As a moan leaves your lips he groans in response.
“Fuck baby, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. It's too good. Morning sex is my favorite.” He says.
With a bit more pressure on your throat your face begins to turn red and he lets up a bit.
“You are really pushing your limits huh, baby?” He asks with a deep thrust.
You nod your head and choke out, “harder Jake.”
Like gas to a flame, he begins to pound into you moving his pointer finger to rest inside of your open mouth.
You wrap your lips around it and begin to suck it, swirling your tongue around it and gently biting.
“Goddamn I’m gonna cum, you are such a hot fuck…” He says grunting.
A loud bang on the bedroom door interrupts him, “JAKE, we’ve got 10 minutes to be out this door and arriving at the airport!”
“JOSH, SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU TOUCH THAT DOOR ONE MORE TIME, ILL END YOU…I WILL BE READY IN 10 MINUTES.” Jake yells.
Shaking his head, he mutters “fuck he’s annoying…”
He leans down and kisses you, his tongue meeting with yours swirling together as he pulls in and out of you. He grabs your leg and places it over his shoulder, with another deep thrust you look into his eyes, “Jake, I’m cumming, please don’t stop.”
His eyes shut as he pumps deep into you with everything he has. You clench down around him and a scream tears out of your mouth, muffled by Jake’s hand that has come up quickly to cover it as he reaches his release at the same time. “Fuck…” he says out of breath.
Pulling out of you he takes your mouth with his once more biting your bottom lip as he pulls away. He jumps up and quickly runs to the shower, turning it on, not waiting for it to get hot before he gets in. You stand up and make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed.
A minute later he is rushing into the bedroom in a towel and digging through his pile of clothes to find something to wear. He pulls on a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and flannel. You sit on the end of the bed watching him rush around for another few minutes before he stops right in front of you, squatting down to meet your eyes.
“Thanks for spending the day with me yesterday, and the night. I like it when you’re here. I wish I wasn't in such a rush.” He says kissing you gently.
He pulls away and runs to the closet to put on a pair of brown suede boots and runs his fingers through his hair in lieu of a brush.
You get up and make your way to the door and he follows behind. Josh is waiting on the couch with his legs crossed, bobbing his foot impatiently.
“If you two are quite finished, it's time to go Jacob.” He says in an annoyed curt voice.
Jake rolls his eyes and grabs his suitcase, making his way to Josh's Jeep. You throw your stuff into your car and watch them as the bicker at each other while loading their suitcases. Josh gets into the drivers side of the car and shuts the door. Jake walks over to you.
“See, if I had just left earlier, none of this would have happened…” you say laughing.
“Ahhh he’ll be fine, don’t worry about him. But we do have to go. I will text you.” He says.
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“I will this time. I promise.” He says giving you one last kiss, lips cold from the air.
“I'll see you in a week darlin, keep practicing…” he says with a serious look, walking away and getting into the car. You get into yours and they pull out of the driveway, you following after, each of you going your separate ways.
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The first day after Jake left you practiced guitar for about 2 hours. You felt confident with how ‘Yellow’ was sounding and you knew he would too. The second day you practiced Wild Horses for a while focusing on the changing of chords, that Jake had so graciously written down for you to reference. That night you got a text from him for the first time since he had left.
Jake: How is my student?
You: She’s been practicing, she wants her reward.
Jake: Send me a video? I want to see you.
You grab your guitar and set up your phone, hitting the record button. You begin to play the intro chords to ‘Wild Horses' and a loud snap takes you by surprise. You popped a guitar string. You send it.
You: Well… I guess maybe I’m not getting that reward.
Your phone rings immediately with Jake’s contact showing up.
“Hello?” You answer.
“Hey darlin… are you okay? It didn’t getcha in the face did it?” He asks.
“No! I didn’t even really know what happened, just… popped.” You reply.
“Good, do you have extra strings? Those older guitars are bad about that.” He says.
“No, I didn’t think I would need them for a while.” You reply.
“Ah, I was going to walk you through changing it but I guess that won’t work.” He says with a pondering voice.
“See I told you I was going to fall behind when you went out of town…” you say laughing.
“Actually, I have an idea…Just go to the house and grab the one you’ve been using there.” He says.
“Go to your house? Take yours? I don’t know Jake…” you reply.
“Don’t you want your reward?” He asks devilishly.
“I do… but how will I get in? Wont that be weird for you or Josh?” You ask.
“Hold on, i’ll ask him.” You hear the mouthpiece go muffled and the garbled voices of the two of them talking. “Alright, he’s cool with it…”
“Are you sure Jake?” You ask.
“I am.” He replies. “Call me when you get to the house.”
“Okay, thanks Jake. I owe you.” You say.
“Bye sugar talk soon.” He says hanging up the call.
About an hour later you are pulling into the drive way at their house. Its dark and cold out, a light drizzle of rain misting through. You pick up your phone, hitting Jake’s contact and letting the number ring though.
“Hey, are you there?” He asks.
“Hi, yep I am here. It’s raining now of course."
“Well, luckily our deadbolt is electronic, I can unlock it for you and re-lock it when you leave.” He says.
You make your way onto the porch and see the keypad blinking, indicating something happening on his end of things.
“Its blinking.” You say.
“Yep, give it a try. Should be open.” He says.
You push the door open and the house is dark, empty without the constant sound of music from the turntable.
“Yeah it worked, I’m in.” You reply.
“Good, well I put everything back in the music room before we left. Just take the one you’ve been using and keep it until I can fix your string when I get back.” He says.
“Thanks Jake, I really owe you for this.” You say.
“Ah its nothing darlin, just want you to have something to play while I’m gone. I have to run, but text me when you’re ready to leave and i’ll re-lock the deadbolt. ” He says.
“I will, thanks Jake.” You say sweetly.
“Of course, bye babe.” He hangs up.
You turn on the lamp in the living room and make your way to the music room. You see all the guitars neatly lining the wall, and find the one you have been using when you’re here. You remove it from its stand and sit down in the comfy leather chair in the corner, strumming the strings. It just doesn’t feel the same without Jake here. You grab the guitar and a case from the closet and walk to the living room. It’s so weird being in his house without him. You hear the rain picking up against the windows and know you need to hurry and get out of here before it gets worse. You turn off the music room light and shut the door, when you notice that a light is on down the hallway in Jake's bathroom. You linger probably a little longer than you should and for some reason you end up making your way over to his bed. You lay down on the fluffy cloud of blankets and pillows and are surrounded by the smell of him. Lightning crashes outside and you make the decision to wait it out and let it pass before you leave. You pull the fluffy duvet over you for warmth, the house cold while they are gone. You snuggle into Jake’s pillow breathing him in. Its dark and rainy and so relaxing. You pull your cellphone from your back pocket and scroll through social media and you fight sleep knowing you will be driving home shortly.
You startle awake and realize the room is brightly lit by sunlight and you panic. You accidentally fell asleep in his bed, for the entire night. You check your phone and see you have a missed call and two texts from Jake.
Jake: All good sugar? Been waiting to hear from you…
Jake: Call me.
You immediately call him rapidly gathering your things.
“Hello?” He answers groggily.
“Jake I am soooooooo sorry!” You say. “It was raining so hard, I was just going to wait it out, but then there was a light on in your bathroom so I came to turn it off, and its so cold in the house, so I just laid down for one second and…” you continue.
“But you’re okay?” He asks.
“What? Yeah I am okay…” you reply confused.
“Well I was waiting to hear from you and hours passed and I got a little nervous. I checked the outside camera and saw your car still in the driveway, so I just locked you in around midnight. I figured you just decided to stay.” He says.
“It was not part of the plan, and I’m so sorry, I feel horrible about it. It was an accident I swear.”
“If you miss me you can just say it darlin…” he says smugly.
“I mean, it was a little lonely in your bed last night…” you say playing into his game.
“Oh, so you slept in my bed, huh?” He asks.
“I did, right on your pillow too…” you reply.
“Miss me so much you sneak into my bed when I’m gone? Damn girl you’ve got it bad, don’t you?” He says.
He definitely has a way of unintentionally stinging you with his words, sometimes.
“No.” You lie.
“Liar.” He retorts quickly.
“I… It was an accident, I….” You stammer before he cuts you off.
“Relax, Im just fuckin with you. It’s cute you slept in my bed and for the record I’ve got it bad for you too.” He says, the shame instantly disappearing.
“Well, I’m about to head out right now, so lock the door in about 2 minutes.” You say.
“You got the guitar, right?” He asks.
“Yep, all packed up, ready to go.” You reply.
“Alright sugar, well text me later?” He asks.
“Sure.” You reply “Bye Jake.”
“Bye shug.” He replies, end call ending.
You shut the front door behind you and you hear the lock click the light flashes indicating that its locked.
You make your way home with the guitar and kick yourself for being stupid enough to fall asleep at his house.
You: Made it home this time.
Jake: Too bad, I kind of liked thinking about you in my bed.
You: It’s not the same without you…
Jake: Few more days.
The next few days do go by fairly quickly between work and practicing the guitar in your free time. You talk to your family about coming home for Christmas in a few days and make a solid plan. You’re so excited, you haven’t seen them in months since you moved. You have been sending Jake videos daily, at his request. He has texted a few other times but you know he is busy. You are anxiously awaiting his return, ready to show him how much you have been practicing. The night before he is set to come you are up late wrapping Christmas presents for your family, and you hear your phone ringing in your purse. You dig around for it as it vibrates. Grabbing it, you smile when you see Jake’s name.
“Hello?” You answer.
“Hi gorgeous.” He says.
“Hi… it’s late? Thinking of me?” You ask smugly.
“Always. We get back tomorrow evening…” he says.
“I know, are you ready to come home?” You ask.
“Yeah I am, we will be home for a few days before we head home for Christmas.” He says.
“Yeah I was just talking to my family about coming home. Im excited to see them. What about you, are you excited to go see your parents?” You ask.
“Yeah, I like going home its nice to get away sometimes. Anyways, you’re going to come over tomorrow, right? I can fix your guitar?” He asks.
“I can? Is this you asking me?” You say sarcastically.
“I mean kinda, yeah. If you don’t wanna see me….” He leads.
“Oh stop it, Jake. You know I do.” You reply.
“Yeah, I wanna see you too. Need to see if you practiced. Time to make good on my promise beautiful, and I fully intend to.” He says seductively.
“But what if it sounds bad?” You ask in an innocent voice.
“Well, then….you might get in trouble. I mean, you did pop a string. That is pretty worthy of a punishment if you ask me…” he says.
“So I’ll either be rewarded or punished?” You ask.
“Or both sugar, yet to be decided.” He says firmly. “We get in around 7:00 so come over around 8:00? What do ya think?” He asks.
“Sounds like a plan…” you reply.
“Goodnight…” he says.
“Night Jake.” You reply hanging up the phone and smiling knowing you will get to see him tomorrow.
The morning comes quickly, anxiety filling your chest as you pace around your bedroom waiting for the clock to move. You have kept yourself busy most of the day, cleaning and packing for your trip home in a few days. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket.
Jake: Change of plans… pick me up at 7:20?
That’s in an hour…you rush to the bathroom to start getting ready, and you reply.
You: Sure, see you then.
You listen to your favorite playlist on the way to the airport, full of your favorite songs that you can scream at the top of your lungs. The ones that you know every word to. As your car pulls into the baggage claim pick up area, you pull into an empty space, and text Jake that you’re here waiting. He replies that he is waiting for his bag and will come find you.
A few minutes later you see the perfectly disheveled rockstar walking through the sliding glass doors. The anxiety making its presence known once again. You shove it down as you lock eyes through the car windshield and you both smile. He throws his suitcase in your trunk, and climbs into the passenger seat.
“Miss me, doll?” He asks rubbing his fingertips up your arm. Goosebumps quickly trailing his fingers.
“Maybe?” You say cheekily.
“Thanks for picking me up, Josh is meeting up with someone for dinner and wouldn’t take me home first.” He says.
“I don’t mind…” you reply with a smirk.
“But that means we will have the whole house to ourselves for a bit.”He says.
“Oh, what makes you think I’m staying and not just dropping you off?” You ask playfully.
“The bag in the backseat. And your guitar case.” He replies laughing. “I also know you’re dying to sleep in my bed, could hardly go one night without….” He says with a smug grin.
“Hey, that was an accident!” You say as you pull out into traffic and he sits there smiling to himself.
“I’m turning on music now so you can’t make fun of me anymore.” You state.
As you merge onto the interstate you hear the opening line to “All These Things That I’ve Done” by The Killers start to play and you dramatically start to sing along really putting on a performance for Jake.
“I wanna stand up, I wanna let go, you know, you know, no you don’t, you don’t. I wanna shine on in the hearts of men, I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand….”
Jake turns to you with a huge smile, encouraging you to keep going, so you do.
“You know you gotta help me out, yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner….”
Adding hand gestures elicits a giggle from the passenger seat.
“I love this song, I will play it one day, when I am good enough for an electric.” You say.
Jake nodding his head slowly with the beat, agreeing.
“You can play it for me…” You say.
“Maybe…” he replies shrugging his shoulders as you keep singing.
“Yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner, you’re gonna bring yourself down….”
As the last line of the song comes to a close you laugh at the fact that you just did that whole performance for him, which is usually reserved for your empty car only.
“Bravo!” He says laughing.
“I completely understand if you never speak to me again.” you say with a smile.
“Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” He says placing his hand on yours with a side smile.
You quietly sing along with a few more songs before you are pulling into his drive way.
You help him collect his things and you grab his guitar you’ve been borrowing from your car and he unlocks his front door with the code.
“Damn this house is cold, now I don’t blame you for getting in my bed.” He says jokingly.
“I told you!” You reply.
He rolls his suitcase to his bedroom, depositing his wallet and phone on his dresser. He turns on a lamp and pulls a hoodie out of his closet, throwing it your way. Its the same one you wore the first night you stayed here.
He walks over to the thermostat and turns the heat on. “I guess we are just going to have to find another way to get warm…” He says running his tongue across his top teeth.
You approach him wrapping your arms around his neck, and his hands find your hips. He pulls you in closer, his lips bending to yours for a kiss stopping right before they touch “But….think we made a deal.” He whispers into your lips before spinning you around and pushing you towards the music room.
“I see my guitar, Where is your guitar? He asks.
“In my car.” You reply.
“Ah, strike one beautiful, never leave your equipment in the car.” He says, smacking your ass. “Go get it. Quick.” He quips.
You rush out to your car in the cold and grab the case from the back seat. You bring it inside and shut the door behind you walking back into the music room.
Jake takes it from your hands and open the case pulling out the wounded instrument. “Snapped your E huh?” He asks pulling a drawer open from his desk. He sorts through a few packages and selects one, opening it and pulling out a bundle of new strings.
“Grab mine and show me what you’ve practiced.” He says curtly.
He begins taking all of the strings off of your guitar, and does it so quickly and efficiently you can tell he has done this hundreds of times.
You start off with playing the first song he ever taught you, the one that has a name and words, but that he won’t tell you. You play through it quickly, Jake nodding his head in approval.
“Yellow next shug” he says, halfway done with your strings.
As you play, you slip up at the end, the same part you have been struggling with.
“Mmm, that’s strike two, darlin. It’s not looking good…” he says devilishly. “Play it again, do it right.” He says.
You play it again focusing harder on that section and you get it right this time.
“Horses?” He asks. “I know you’ve only been playing it for a week so i’ll go easy on you.”
You play through the song perfectly, with no issues and you are wearing a beaming smile when it’s over. You place his guitar leaning up against the chair and shake out your hands.
“Damn, good job darlin, I’m impressed. Maybe you do deserve that reward after all.” He says handing you your guitar with fresh new strings. “I’ll tune it later, just remind me…” he trails off.
“So, what is my reward then? I did what you asked…” you say in a flirty tone.
“You did, and you will be rewarded for that shortly. But first let’s talk about your indiscretions…” he says in a darker voice grabbing your hand and pulling you to straddle his lap. “Firstly, snapping your guitar string? Tsk tsk. Do you think this is what I want to do when I come home from playing guitar all week, baby? That is your first strike. I want you to count with me.” He says, his hands resting on your thighs.
"one?" you squeak out.
“Second, I am kind enough to offer you a guitar from my own personal home collection, grant you entry into my home and then you go MIA? That could have been dangerous, you know? For all I know you were robbing me blind half way across the country….only to find out you were sleeping in my bed without my permission…strike two.” he says with a smirk, shaking his head. “Two.” You say, shyly, face growing crimson red.
“Last, leaving your instrument in the car, in in this town? In these temperatures?…. I thought I taught you better than that. I should stop teaching you for that alone… strike three.” He finishes, hands migrating closer to the edge of your shirt.
“Three.” You say seductively, just wanting to feel him touch you.
“I can tell you want me to touch you darlin. You have that look in your eyes and I will. But not until we reconcile these matters.” He says removing his hands. “And I know just what I have in mind.”
He helps you up leading you back to his bedroom. The house is starting to warm up, so you remove the hoodie.
“Keep going darlin, all of it.” He says pointing you up and down as he removes his shirt and his jeans.
You follow suit, stripping down to your bra and underwear.
“I said all of it.” He demands and you comply.
“I’m cold, Jake.” You say.
“Don’t worry babe, not for much longer.” He says gesturing that you can get into his bed.
You crawl in and pull the blankets over yourself trying to warm up. Jake is not too far behind you. He holds you for a minute, your bodies using each other for warmth almost reminding you of the first time you slept in this bed together.
He rubs his hand over your bare stomach and makes his way to your breasts, gently rubbing them feeling your hard nipples under his palms. Finally after what feels like weeks his lips take yours into a slow and gentle kiss, electricity pulsing through your veins once again. The calm before the storm.
He pulls away “Are you ready for your punishment, darlin?” He asks.
You nod your head yes.
“Words, beautiful.” He says sternly.
“Yes, I’m ready.” You reply.
He pulls the duvet off both of you pushing it to the edge of the bed crawling between you legs and spreading them.
“Remember, this is your punishment and you can scream as loud as you want, no one is coming to save you…” he says.
His fingers gently graze the outside of your slit feeling the warmth, before one finger slides down the center.
“You are absolutely dripping for me baby, you really did miss me didn’t you?” He says smugly.
His head lowers down to your core and his mouth makes the connection. A moan releasing from you at the gratification of his touch. As his tongue begins to swirl around your opening, his teeth begin to softly nip at your clit. Another scream leaving your lips. You feel a finger slide into you and then another, curling into your g spot. After not having him for a week, you feel your orgasm beginning to build quickly. “Jake, I’m getting close.” You moan. Just as you say it his mouth and fingers leave your body. “Not yet, darlin.” He says. Realization sets in, he's going to edge you as punishment.
“Jake, please.” You beg. He takes his boxers off and strokes himself as you watch.
“God Jake, please, I want you so bad.” You beg.
“Keep begging darlin, Its not gonna get you anywhere but I love to hear my name outta that pretty mouth.” He replies.
He moves back to kneeling between your legs, his fingers returning to their place inside of you and his lips perfectly suctioning to your clit, you cry out “Please don’t stop please let me cum…”
His lips detach from your clit and move to press wet kisses on your groin. His perfectly calloused fingers taking their place. Rubbing small circles repeatedly on the sensitive bundle of nerves you are so close to the edge. “Jake keep going… please don’t stop.” You cry out. He stops once again. A tear leaves your eye, “Jake, why!?”
“Look at you, you’re so gorgeous with you perfect went cunt. Begging me to let you cum. Crying over it even. I think I just might let you.” He says.
He grabs a condom, and goes to open it but you stop him.
“No condom, I want you.” You say.
“Have to baby…” he says in a serious questioning voice.
“I have an IUD...” you reply.
“And you’re just now telling me?” He asks, throwing the condom on the table.
“You never asked…” you reply, grabbing his dick. “Now fuck me. I want my reward.”
Placing his tip in your wet center, he pushes in. The warmth you feel from no barrier making it even more pleasurable than usual.
“Jesus Christ, you feel even better like this…” He says slowly pulling out before pushing back in. He lifts your leg pushing your knee into your chest, granting him deeper access. A moan leaves your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “Jake, god, you feel so good inside of me.” You praise his efforts again and again as he hits that spot every single time. He pulls out of you and flips you over to your front, placing a pillow underneath your pelvis before re-entering you. This is a new position for you, the slight lift from the pillow causing him to slip right into that perfect spot. “Fuck, you’re so tight. God damn I am gonna cum so hard.” He grunts out between thrusts.
“Jake, you’re so hot when you talk to me like that, please keep going...” You say as you continue to be pounded into from behind.
“You like it? You like it when I tell you that you’re a hot little fuck? You like it when I fuck this pussy so good like this?" he says.
He places his hands on your shoulders, and begins to pull you back to meet him on the upward thrust, your bodies slapping together echoing through the house. You hear his necklace gently tapping his chest with each movement.
“Jake, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, please let me cum I want it so bad, I need it…” you beg.
“I’m gonna cum too baby, do you want me to pull out…” he asks urgently.
“No Jake, cum inside me… please…” you reply
He hits your sweet spot once more and your orgasm is so intense from being edged all night that you scream into his pillow, tightening around him. The clenching of your walls around his dick sends him rippling through his own orgasm, his release spurting into you until he is panting and out of breath lying on your back.
Pulling out of you, a little bit of his release comes with it, another groan of “fuck” leaving his mouth as he walks to the bathroom to get a towel.
“As much as I would love to just sit here and stare at this gorgeous ass of yours, we need to get cleaned up, Josh will probably be back soon." he says throwing you the towel.
You get up and make your way to the bathroom and run a shower, turning the water as warm as it will go. You step in and under the spray, the hot water warming up your cold skin. You close your eyes and let the water saturate your hair. When you open your eyes you are greeted with the sight of Jake leaning against the edge of the shower admiring you.
“Coming in or you just wanna stand there?” You tease.
He smiles stepping into the spray.
“Damn girl, giving satan a run for his money in here….” He says complaining about how hot the water is. You turn it down a bit and step over so he can get his hair wet. He is so gorgeous, you still aren’t sure how you were able to capture his attention that day. You watch the water droplets run down his neck, meeting his collarbone and running down his stomach before melding with the hair at his happy trail.
“Hey” he says pulling you in to his chest. “You are doing so well, I am so proud of you. You get better every time I see you.You just have to keep practicing.” He says lovingly.
You smile back at him, “Thanks Jake, I have a great teacher.” You say leaning in planting a wet, kiss on his lips, biting his lip. You step back, grabbing his body wash, lathering the gel all over your body, while staring right into his eyes. You run your hands slowly over your boobs making sure to exaggerate your movements.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here in this shower?” He asks playfully.
“Mmmm, maybe one day.” You reply.
You rinse your body off, and step out, leaving him under the spray.
You grab a t-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants from the closet and brush through your hair with the brush in you keep in your purse and you sit cross legged on the end of the bed.
He steps out of the bathroom in a towel, looking to his trusty chair of clothes, which is slowly depleting. He pulls out a shirt and sweat shorts, pulling them over his half dried body before running the towel through his hair. He hangs the towel in his bathroom and shuts the door.
“Night cap?” He asks and you nod your head yes, standing up from the bed and walking out the door.
Jake pours you both a glass of whiskey and you sit on the couch, facing each other from opposite ends, legs stretched out twisted together. You talk about his trip, what you did while he was gone, and about Christmas plans.
He will be leaving the day after tomorrow to go home to Michigan, and you leave the day after that to go home to your family. You jump up to go to the bathroom, and you hear Josh walk through the door.
“Hello, brother. Where is your girlfriend?” He says cheerfully hanging his coat on the hook, and placing his keys on the record table.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” He responds. You aren’t sure why, but that makes you sad a little. You know you’ve never talked about it, but you felt like things were close. Pretending you didn’t hear it you walk back to the couch and take the same place you were in.
“Hi Josh, glad you made it back okay!” You reply.
“That we did, having a little night cap? Care if I join?” He asks.
“Not at all!” You say.
Walking to the kitchen he pours himself a glass and joins you both in his chair by the couch.
“What did you guys do this evening?” He asks.
“Each other…” Jake says under his breath.
“Jake!” You kick him gently with your foot.
“Well, he restrung my guitar for me since I popped a string while you were gone, and we played a few songs.” You reply to his question.
He smiles at you and continues on telling you about his evening.
“Jake was just telling me about Frankenmuth at Christmas time.” You say.
“Oh it’s beautiful, very picturesque, you’ll have to see it one day.” He says, receiving a glare from Jake.
Wow his real feelings towards you are showing tonight, you aren’t sure how to take it so again you change the subject.
“Have you bought everyone gifts already, or do you still have shopping to do?” You ask Josh.
“Surprisingly, I got a lot of shopping done in LA. What about you Jake?” he asks.
“I have one thing left to get and then I am done for the year.” He jokes.
“I finished and wrapped all of mine last week, so now I am just in relaxation mode until my trip.” You say confidently.
“Go girl!” Josh says laughing.
You continue to chat with each other for a while longer before Josh retires to his bedroom.
“Jake I am tired too, do you want me to stay or go?” You ask.
“What kind of question is that…of course I want you to stay. Why would you ask that?” He asks.
“I don’t know I was getting weird vibes from you tonight after Josh got home.” You say.
“Oh, I’m sorry darlin, I didn’t mean to. Come on, let’s go to bed.” He says interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling you up from the couch and down the hallway.
When you make it to his room he turns the lamp off and you both crawl into the inviting bed.
“Which side did you sleep on the other night?” He asks.
“Yours.” You reply.
“Why?” He asks, pulling you into his side.
“Smelled like you. I missed you.” You say softly.
A kiss grazes the top of your head. “You’re perfect you know that?” He asks.
You snuggle into the side of his neck placing a soft kiss on the warm skin.
“Can’t believe I only get you for another day before I have to leave again.” He says.
“Well, I’m sure you have family, friends, and others to keep you company while you’re there.” You reply into his chest. Your fingers trace the outlines of the design on his necklace.
“Others… what do you mean others?” He asks turning his head towards you.
“Well, girls from high school or wherever. Im sure they all fawn over you whenever you go home.” You say.
“Are you... jealous darlin?” He asks.
“No, I mean you said it your self, Im not your girlfriend, we are just…. whatever this is.” You say quietly.
“You heard that? Fuck, baby. No, listen. I want that. I do, I just haven’t asked you yet and I didn’t want to just assume. Don’t be jealous of those girls. Of anyone actually. All I think about is you. You’re here, no one else.” He says.
“Jake, I wasn’t trying to say… I didn’t mean that I… ugh I don’t know what i’m trying to say. I just really like you. I like this.” You reply.
“Then just say, yes.” He says. “I really like you too. Be my girlfriend?” He says.
“Are you sure you want that Jake?” You ask again.
“Of course I do, you’re gorgeous and smart, and soon you’re gonna kick my ass at guitar… You’re already with me all the time. Let’s make it official.” He says.
“Okay.” You say kissing his chest.
He pulls you closer in to him, his leg wrapping around your waist and kisses you, deeply, then peppering your face with small kisses.
“I've wanted this for weeks.” He says.
“You’ve only known me for like, 3 weeks Jake.” You laugh.
“I know. I just knew.” He says kissing you again.
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You and Jake spend next day together, you helping him pack to go home for Christmas, cooking with Josh and Sam and playing drinking games around the fireplace.
Jake left for Michigan, sad that you couldn’t join him, but the promise of next time lingering in the air. You leave tomorrow to head home to the snowy wonderland to see your family.
You are at home watching White Christmas drinking hot chocolate under your favorite fluffy blanket and you hear a knock at your door opening it to see a delivery driver with a huge box. “Hi, I have a delivery…. Is this you?” He says showing you the signature pad.
“Yes that’s me? Who is this from?” You ask.
“Actually it doesn’t say, maybe there is a note inside?” He says, “Can you please sign here?” He asks.
You scribble your name on the electronic pen pad and he is gone in a flash.
You pick up the long skinny box and drag it through the door. What in the world is this?
You grab your kitchen scissors and cut the tape, opening it up and pulling out the packing materials.
There is a card on top of the hard case. Opening the card the front of the card reads, ‘Carter Vintage Exchange’. The place you met Jake. Smiling you open the card, and inside it reads,
'You were never more beautiful than in this moment, and you were always good enough. '
Merry Christmas, Love Jake
Unlocking the case you open it up to find a beautiful Olive green Fender Stratocaster with a red bow tied gently around the neck. An electric guitar, that he selected just for you. You think back to the other day when you told him that you wanted to get one when you were good enough and your heart swells as you read the card again. As you take it out of the case you see that there is a sheet of folder paper laying underneath it the guitar. Picking up the folded paper, you open air and you read the title. ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ Official Tabs.
He remembered.
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What Representing Men in Divorce Taught Me About Fatherhood | Marilyn York
I'm six years old, and all I can think about is getting the pink Barbie Corvette! I need five more dollars. Luckily for me, it's Easter, and I know that my dad always hides one coveted five-dollar egg. I also know the best egg is the hardest to find.
This year, I'm ready! Before long, I spot it, right in the middle of my sweet '70s swing set pole! You know, the one that runs along the entire top of the set. I scramble to get the ladder and the yardstick and duct tape it to a broom handle.
I fish it into the pipe, and I shove at it hard. It flies out the other side, and by the time it hits the ground, I'm waiting above it like an expectant father.
The egg cracks open and inside … is the very opposite of my grand prize. Instead, a perfectly formed dog turd rolls out.
I burst into loud hysterics. At the same time, my father explodes with laughter. I run as fast as I can to my room, but he's not far behind.
It's time for one of his talks. "Honey, it was clear that you already learned the important life lesson: the harder you work, the better the payoff. So, it was time that you learned another valuable lesson: sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you just end up with shit!"
And who better to teach just this sort of hard-hitting, direct, and painful life lesson to six-year-old me than my father?
I'm a divorce attorney. I've been practicing for over 20 years. I began in Los Angeles, but I've owned my firm in Nevada since 2001. My firm has a particular sub-specialty: men's rights. My nine female employees and I specifically represent men in divorce and custody battles.
And guess who runs the business end of my law firm? My father.
In my practice, we've represented over 2,000 men, 650 of whom are fathers.
My expertise not only comes from my career but just as much from my personal life. I'm a mother. My children are 23, 15, 12, and barely 3. They come from two different mothers and three different fathers. Hooker!
Let me explain. I helped my ex-husband raise our 23-year-old son, whom I didn't birth, from age 5. I share custody of my 15-year-old daughter with the same father. My 12-year-old son sadly lost his father to suicide when he was just 7. And my 3-year-old is being raised at home with his father and me. I literally live my work every day!
So, what has 20 years of representing men in family law while living my own reality show as a wife, mother, and daughter taught me about fatherhood?
Allow me, if you will, to start with the second thing I learned about fatherhood: men parent differently than women. Big surprise! But their influence is crucial in the development of their children. Do you know any mom in the world who would put dog shit in an Easter egg?
Okay, maybe that's a good thing. Let me better demonstrate this point from my legal experience.
When getting my father clients ready for court, I prepare them for this kind of interrogation:
"Who's your children's doctor or dentist?"
"What's the name of your school principal or even their teacher?"
"What grades did they get on their last report card?"
Nine times out of ten, they miss the majority of these questions. Seriously. Does this mean they don't care or love their children as much? I bet it makes you wonder.
But please, hold your judgement. Here are the questions that my father clients can easily answer:
"If your son could be a superhero, what would his power be?"
"What kind of monsters do your kids fear?"
"How high does your daughter feel comfortable flying in a swing?"
"What makes your son feel defeated?"
Yet, in my experience cross-examining hundreds of mothers in family court, these are the harder questions for them.
Most of us know, motherhood brings with it a sixth sense and an unspoken bond to our children. But what about fathers? Even fathers feel insecure about this reality. After representing 650 fathers, I can count on one hand those that felt secure in their instinctive role and significance to their children.
What's interesting is my anecdotal legal experience suggests otherwise. In 20 years of practice, I've had over 100 men take a paternity test - like Jerry Springer. Seriously. Do you know how many were wrong in predicting their biological relation to the child? Two.
This shocked me and taught me my third lesson: fathers, too, have a genetic bond and instinct about their children from infancy.
Forget where you are for a moment, seriously, and close your eyes. I'd like to ask you to feel. Think about your childhood. Picture your father, his smiling eyes, his strong hands. Hear his deep voice. What did you love about your dad? Did he throw you high into the air? Teach you to ride a bike? Carry you home when you got hurt? Push you when you tried to give up? What did it feel like to have a daddy? Secure? Fun? Challenging?
Now, go back in your memories and erase your father from every scene. This is what the other 40 percent of people's childhoods look like.
Just under half the people listening to me, including my own 12-year-old son, felt sad, angry, or blank during the peak of your joy, while playing along. Eye-opening, isn't it?
Nearly two of every five children in America are growing up without their fathers, or 17 million, according to the 2016 census. Other sources estimate as many as 30 million.
In 2011, I joined the board for a local charity called Nevada Youth Empowerment Project, or NYEP. NYEP is a housing program for homeless girls ages 18 to 24. As board president of this small charity, I've been closely involved and gotten to know the girls and their tragic stories over the years. Hundreds of otherwise homeless girls have come to our program. Their backgrounds and what they have endured would haunt you.
Do you know the one thing all of these girls have in common? They all come from fatherless homes. Sadly, these girls aren't the exception; they're the rule.
My fourth lesson about fatherhood came from the data. According to the Center for Disease Control, children from fatherless homes account for 90 percent of all homeless and runaway kids, 71 percent of high school dropouts, and 63 percent of youth suicides.
While you listen to me speak, you have to be wondering, "What makes fathers so crucial?" Honestly, the answer is complex and better explored by psychologists. What I can tell you is that the data unequivocally tells us fathers are vital and yet laws and society undervalue their importance, making it harder for them to be in their children's lives. Even fathers underrate their own value.
I know this data upsets a lot of mothers, me included. But advocating for fathers isn't about diminishing mothers.
While children deserve both parents whenever possible, this crisis is specific to fathers. The occurrence of fatherlessness is epidemic, the effects are catastrophic, and the causes are male gender specific.
Nearly 30 years ago, leading child psychologist Michael Lamb reminded us: "Fathers are the forgotten contributors to child development." Yet, researchers have found that children with involved fathers have stronger cognitive and motor skills, elevated physical and mental health, become better problem solvers, and are more confident, curious, and empathetic.
Sadly, we've had this data for 30 years, and fatherlessness has only continued to rise during this time.
The main contributors to fatherlessness are divorce and out-of-wedlock births. Every 13 seconds, someone in America gets divorced. That equates to almost 2.5 million divorces a year. Lucky me!
Currently, more than 40 percent, or 1.5 million babies, are born out of wedlock each year in the US.
And this brings me back to the first and most significant thing that my career has taught me about fatherhood: family court is one of the critical places where fathers are disadvantaged, and this hurts kids.
Historically, this maternal preference was solidified in the tender years doctrine, which mandated custody of children under age four be awarded to mothers. This doctrine was in use until the 80's.
As the laws progressed, visitation for fathers improved, but it took a lot of years before the law was finally gender equal. In fact, it wasn't until 2017 that Nevada finally adopted a presumption for joint physical custody.
When I began my practice, and until 10 years ago, the best my father clients could expect was every-other-weekend visitation and maybe a dinner on the off week. While significant legal progress has been made, this long-standing bias against fathers still occurs in the enforcement of custody orders, in child support rulings, and it exists in paternity laws.
All the while, the number of kids growing up without dads continues to rise. Between 1960 and 2016, the percentage of children growing up with just mothers nearly tripled, from 8 to 23 percent.
Paternity laws desperately need more reform to protect the 40 percent of children born out of wedlock each year in the US.
Right now, once custody has been ordered, it's illegal to remove a child from their father - usually a felony. But it's perfectly legal, in all 50 states, for a woman to conceal her pregnancy, leave the father's name off the birth certificate, and never tell him he has a child, ever! How is this not kidnapping?
Just as horrible, a woman can knowingly list the wrong father in a child's birth certificate, deceive him, and a short while later, in many states, the wrong man becomes that child's legal father forever. He's obligated to a child that isn't his. And that child just lost their real father with little to no recourse. This is a betrayal of the worst kind. And the law not only allows it, it creates the opportunity.
This is what we know. Every bit of data we have tells us children need their fathers! The law, its application, and society at large disfavor fathers. The law is improving, but the statistics are not.
So, what can you do? We are the change makers, all of us.
If you're a father, make the effort, do everything you can to be in your children's daily lives.
If you're a mother, encourage and facilitate the relationship between your children and their father instead of trying to interfere or control it.
If you're a child, spend time with your dad, ask him to do something, seek his advice and guidance.
If you're an employer, grant the fathers you employ the ability to be at their children's events, to help in their schools, to take sick days to care for their kids.
If you work in the legal field, help us continue to progress, change the laws, and ensure that they're enforced to protect fathers and their children.
The importance of this pursuit cannot be overstated. The fate of nearly half of America's children depends on it.
I'd like to close by asking all of you to do one final thing. Please, stand if you are able or raise your hand - I'm serious, please - if you grew up without a father, if you raised or are raising a child without a father, or if you are a father who's been separated from your child.
Now, look around: the people really affected by fatherlessness. Really, look. Those of you standing and raising your hands aren't numbers. You're real living and feeling humans. You're the children scarred by fatherlessness.
Now let me tell you who can't stand.
The 1,000 fatherless children who were murdered last year.
The 3,000 fatherless children who died from drugs.
The 3,200 fatherless children who committed suicide last year.
And the 14,000 fatherless children who were incarcerated.
Everyone, please, stand for them! And do everything you can to help the remaining 17 million fatherless children avoid these fates.
Thank you.
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The statistics on fatherlessness and the impact on development and society as a whole are remarkable. And we've known about them for decades.
https://www.baltimoresun.com/opinion/bs-xpm-2014-10-08-bs-ed-child-custody-20141008-story.html
The negative impact on our children is dramatic. For instance, according to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the U.S. Department of Justice and the U.S. Census Bureau, children raised by single parents account for:
• 63 percent of teen suicides,
• 70 percent of juveniles in state-operated institutions,
• 71 percent of high school dropouts,
• 75 percent of children in chemical abuse centers,
• 85 percent of those in prison,
• 85 percent of children who exhibit behavioral disorders
• And 90 percent of homeless and runaway children.
If you worked on just fatherlessness, you'd do more good for kids - including and especially black kids - than any bogus woke "systemic racism" campaigns.
[ Source: Pew Research ]
Of course, activists don't want to do anything, both because it undermines their grand oppression narrative by admitting that there are other problems, and because it means the problem could actually recede and make their activism and ideology obsolete.
You might wonder who would be against shared parenting by default. NOW, the National Organization for Women, has spent decades fighting shared parenting bills.
"[Presumptive joint custody] creates an unparalleled opportunity for belligerent former spouses to carry on their personal agendas or vendettas through the children -- and with the blessing of the courts."
-- NOW Executive Vice President Kim Gandy.
That is, fathers only want custody of their children to harass and control their ex. According to the experience of an activist.
#Marilyn York#fatherlessness#fatherhood#fatherless#divorce#father's rights#parenthood#social issues#social problems#equal parenting#religion is a mental illness
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Some Obey Me! Nightbringer commentary, up to Lesson 10 because I just finished it and I need to yell to the void about it 🥲 and for my own future musings when more content comes out...
I'm still missing some side lessons/hard modes because I need to get higher ranks to unlock them but the main story up to date is done!
First of all, I love a more chaotic MC. I also love time travel plots a lot, and how this game explores more deeply the relationship between the brothers: I felt they took it a bit more seriously than the og Obey Me! More seriously it's probably not the right word but... better paced? Which I like a lot considering they are still adjusting. I saw most of them struggling with issues I wanted to see in the og game and damn did I get fed. We haven't seen all of them in 10 lessons, but seeing them also worry about each other as they went through different shit was amazing, considering how they "joke" about leaving each other to their demise in the og game lmao. I liked this a lot more.
Also a day or two ago I thought about us still having the Ring of Light while progressing Nightbringer (I even went back to og Obey Me! to catch up... I left it on Lesson 68 and was saving up on rainbow sticks and AP, only for my dumb ass to forget that they have a promo of 0AP going on so I put on the seatbelt, grabbed my 70~ rainbow sticks and plowed through the damn thing up to Lesson 80 while I farmed some grimm in Nightbringer to level up my damn cards and continue the story when I was done. And I found out that yes, we still had the ring with us in the present) and how they would find out we had the thing. And lo and behold, on Lesson 10 Lucifer sees the Ring and flips his shit just like I hoped he would bc it's an important plot point and I was a bit worried they'd forgotten about it lmao. The brothers did see MC use the Ring before on Lesson 9 but Luci wasn't present and MC pulls a "oh they're just similar" and that's it bc they buy it lol I love them.
Also I thought it was weird none noticed we were human, but Diavolo was onto us on Lesson 8/9. He pulls us aside and outright asks and I was like "THANK GOD" bc SOMEONE between these powerful bastards had to notice eventually. I mean, I know people pointed out in og Obey Me! sometimes they can't tell and perhaps we've been with our demon and angel family too much so they kinda can't tell what we are. So. Yea. Also demons can change their appearance/don't always look like demons, so it made sense. But I still made fun of their radar lol.
And then Diavolo pulls a "you can't stay here as a human, the situation is already dire as it is" and I was like "WAIT NO GO BACK". I legit thought we could fly past it with a task, like the usual trials Diavolo puts MC through, but I underestimated how more serious Nightbringer was compared to og Obey Me! and at some point I legit believed we were going to get our ass kicked out of the Devildom by the end of Season 1 and we'd have to come back for Season 2, just like in the og game.
For the "Diavolo trial" (lol) I thought it was going to be the Mausoleum job Mammon mentions the moment we get back home, because it fits the usual MO (I had just done all the trials to get into the Student Council in og Obey Me!.....), but when we get there we meet Adam (who posseses poor Mammon) and hello there, YET ANOTHER MYSTERY IN THIS GAME, HOW ARE YOU? GOOD? GREAT! Leaving aside the whole Adam thing because that's a whole other suitcase to unpack another day and I'm not in the mood to revise Biblical history right now to look for Lilith+Eve stuff (and besides he said his beloved was in the Celestial Realm, so it can't be Lilith...... I think.) when he mentioned that a demon who called himself Nightbringer told him a human with the damn Ring of Light would lead him to his beloved in the Celestial Realm I almost flipped my shit. I kept changing my mind about the "unknown person" who sent us back being Barbatos because it could also be a red herring (god knows I've eaten those up way too much so I have Trust Issues with very Obvious Stuff), and past Barbatos didn't recognize us despite being able to see shit everywhere, past-present and future. But if future Barbatos wanted to keep his past self without knowing shit, I suppose he could also do it... So, yeah, I believe it's him, but for what purpose? I think he saw shit going down in the future and the only way to help us/everyone was to send us to the past without us knowing.
As an extra: before heading out to the Mausoleum job, MC wrote a goodbye letter for the brothers because of Diavolo kicking us out. When I tell you I got misty eyed xd like, damn. "Lucifer, be nicer to your little brothers." "I always had fun with you, Mammon." "We have to go bookshopping, Satan!" etc etc, it was all so sweet. We have it with us at the moment, but we didn't give it to them at the end Lesson 10 bc Shit Went Down (I'll get there in a second). Also there are little details, like them commenting how the "empty guest room" makes them feel so at ease thay they even caught Lucifer napping in there. Who tf is cutting onions.
I thought it would be a while until we revealed we're a human to the brothers but Lesson 10 had other plans (very cool Lessons 9 and 10 btw, with Beel's and Belphie's stuff going on and Lucifer trying to face Diavolo for the sake of his little siblings I love this man so much)
and then, after a Cool Heroic Moment after which we are left out in the open bc we used all of their powers oops, they leave us with this confrontation and A CRIMINAL CLIFFHANGER.
Lucifer doesn't exactly buy it for some reason because we're too op lol and Belphie is reclutant for obvious reasons. And they end it with this as the final blow:
And that's it!!! Good luck waiting for the next lesssons bitch. Have fun lol
Oh you think the next stage before the boss battle is going to be the end of this convo? Nope: it's Solomon and Simeon being cryptic. I wonder what Solomon told Simeon. He warned us about Time Paradoxes so I don't think he'd go that far to tell Simeon. Solomon did tell him something though, and we won't know what it is yet......
I am suffering here. But God Nightbringer gave me a lot of good stuff. I will eat this time travel plot like candy. I feel I'm being spoiled by the game with all the scenes they're giving me and I'm enjoying every second of it. Plus the dynamics, I already talked about the brothers between each other, but there's also new stuff, like Barbatos hating the absolute shit out of Solomon. After Solomon uses his pact on him to save our asses he takes revenge on the Sorcerer lmfao I KEEP WONDERING WHAT DID SOLOMON DO TO HIM TO GET HIM SO PISSED OFF?? But man that was hilarious do it again.
Bonus Barb: one of the last things you can say to him in og Obey me! is "I love you" so if he's Nightbringer it's going to be Fun (and I can't WAIT I've grown fond of Barbatos too agh).
Plus there's the whole Simeon being human issue, but he seems to be faring better at the end of the game. He keeps saying "He (Michael??? Their Father????) probably had a reason to do it" but it won't stop me from kicking some Angel ass ngl. It's gonna be fists out with Michael the moment I see him, I swear.
Plus I want to see the present demons losing their shit with MC disappearing. I bet they're all frantic o(-< and Solomon said he can go back and forth between fuckin dimensions, so he could probably go back and tell them we're okay???? But he hasn't. I think. This is a mess lmao poor MC and demon family. He does say if something happens to us Lucifer will have his head, so..... you can do it, Solomon, I believe in you jdfgsdg
I can now farm side lessons and hard mode at peace for extra scenes, wooo.... o(-< oh and there's new songs in Lesson 10, but only in Lesson 10. The duets/group songs remixes were there and they were a breath of fresh air ;u; I hope they add more.
Time to farm side content in peace and prepare my cards for when they release the next lessons............ whenever it''ll be. Sobs.
Edit: NEXT UP: LOSING MY SHIT ON LESSON 11 LET'S GO BABY
#Anne plays obey me! nightbringer#just thoughts I'm probably missing stuff I tend to go on way too many tangents oops#anyways I love this game#long post#obey me!#obey me! nightbringer#nightbringer spoilers
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Women in aviation: Katherine Cheung
Everyone has heard about Tom Cruise and his role in the Maverick but has anyone heard of Katherine Cheung? Born in 1804 in the vicinity of Canton, China, Katherine Cheung moved to the United States in 1921 along with her family. She went to the Los Angeles Conservatory of Music and graduated with a degree in piano performance. She pursued further studies in music at USC and Cal Poly Pomona.
However, Cheung had second thoughts. She went to the Dycer Airfield in Los Angeles with her father while they were having driving lessons. They did not go there to view aircraft, rather, her father believed that an airport or other wide open space would be the greatest places to teach her to drive. Her lifelong passion with flight began as she watched the jets take off and land.
Katherine Chung was a Chinese-American female pilot who broke boundaries with her "Why not?" mindset. When asked about her reason to fly, Cheung responded with "I don’t see any reason why a Chinese woman can’t be as good a pilot as anyone else. We drive automobiles, why not fly planes." What an icon.
Women in China were prohibited from enrolling in flying schools and only about 1% of US licensed pilots were women. That's about 12 000 in the sea of 1.2 million licensed pilots! She was the first licensed Asian-American pilot in the United States.
She only needed 12.5 hours of instruction to fly solo. Later on, Cheung earned her international pilot's license in 1935, US. Her journey began as a commercial pilot. Though, she didn't stick with being just any commercial pilot. Cheung was a performer. She joined various competitive air races and airshows. Pushing the extent of her plane, she learned maneuvers. A true daredevil, performing spiral dives, inverted flying and slow and snap rolls.
We are now nearing the part where it gets sad...
Following the Japanese invasion of China in 1937, Cheung became deeply patriotic for her native land. So, she girl-bossed and saved enough money to purchase a single Ryan ST-A training aircraft, and her goal was to open a flying school in China. However, fearing for his daughter's life, Cheung's father made her pledge she would give up flying shortly after her cousin was killed while flying her aircraft. And as the good daughter she was... she quit.
But her story did not go in vain. Her name would later be enshrined beside fellow pioneers as the nation's first Asian flyer in the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum.
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Want to Learn to Fly – Join Recognized Flight Training School at Van Nuys Airport
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Continuing the series on actors within the horror genre who have written books is this next entry on those who have ventured into cooking. Among this group of actors-turned-authors who have shared their passion for cooking is horror-film icon Vincent Price, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, aka, Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Machete star Danny Trejo.
VINCENT PRICE
Starting this list is horror icon, Vincent Price, who starred in many horror classics including House on Haunted Hill, The Fly, Witchfinders General, The Abominable Dr. Phibes and The Last Man on Earth. Besides his prolific work as an actor, Mr. Price was also a connoisseur of fine art and gourmet dining. Mr. Price was also a prolific writer as well, a few of which were cookbooks.
Mr. Price's first cookbook was A Treasury of Great Recipes, followed by Come Into the Kitchen, and Cooking Price-Wise. All of them showcase Mr. Price's favorite recipes that he compiled with his wife and daughter, who also shared a love of good food. The featured video below shows one of Mr. Price's favorite dishes that he loves to serve to both family and guests.
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SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
Sarah Michelle Gellar is best known for her role as the titular character in Joss Whedon's television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was itself a remake of the 1992 movie starring Kristy Swanson. Besides her popular portrayal of the vampire-slaying Buffy Summers, Sarah has also played the villainous Kathryn Merteuill in Cruel Intentions and Daphne Blake in the live-action Scooby-Doo movie. It was in the latter that she starred alongside her future husband, Freddie Prinze, Jr.
Besides acting, Mrs. Gellar has shown both a passion and talent for cooking. In her book Stirring Up Fun with Food Sarah has compiled several recipes that she created for her kids to inspire both a healthy love of cooking, as well as an appreciation for eating healthy, for all children. In the video below Sarah shares 3 simple recipes for creating healthy snacks.
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DANNY TREJO
Finally, on our list of actors who have written cookbooks is Danny Trejo, nicknamed "The Mexican Charles Bronson." Senor Trejo has starred in such films as Machete/Machete Kills, Predators, Rob Zombies Halloween, and Dead in Tombstone to name but a few of his many films.
Besides starring in many popular action and horror films, Danny has written books as well. Trejo: My Life of Crime, Redemption, and Hollywood details his journey from being on the wrong side of the law, to his lucky break in the movies, and how he has used his unique experience to help others who likewise needed a second chance. In Trejo's Tacos: Recipes and Stories from L.A. , Danny speaks of something else he's passionate about: food.
Trejo's Taco's features some of the actor's favorite recipes taken directly from the restaurant chain he owns in Los Angeles. The video below shows a few examples of the kind of recipes that you can find in his cookbook.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6owykbJ2htw
That's it for now. May everyone have a blessed Christmas and a happy New Year! Oh...and Bone Appetite!
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Valentino Information
Theme Songs:
• Get Hooked - Paranoid DJ
• Valentino - Paranoid DJ cover (original by Olly Alexander)
• Rule #34 - Fish in a Birdcage
Human Life:
Human Name: Andres Castallo
Age of Death: 36
Decade of Death: 1970's
Location of Death: Los Angeles, USA
Gender: Male (Non-binary in death)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Human Occupation: Drug Dealer/Prostitute turned Sex trafficker
About:
He grew up poor on the streets of Mexico, trying to make some money so that he could take care of his sick mother and younger sisters. He started selling drugs but soon got an offer that he couldn't refuse. He began to prostitute himself out, and he made better money, allowing him to look after his family.
He meet an American man that gave him an amazing opportunity, help him and get paid richly for it. This was the start of his life as a sex trafficker. Everyone trusted the young boy, they didn't expect for him to drug and bring them to a man that ended up with them being trafficked to America.
After years of this, his mother had died and sisters had moved out, on with their lives he had nothing left to do in Mexico and he got offered a position up in America and that is where he moved, working with the men and women that had just been trafficked into America. His job was to make sure they were up to a good standard and trained well enough before going to auction. It was during this time he had found his sadistic streak.
For the next 20 years he worked his way up the food chain that was the sex trafficking industry.
Death:
Andre died in the mid 70s, he was shot to death during a police raid.
Afterlife:
Demon type: Moth Demon
Location: Pride Ring, Hell
Status: Overlord
Occuation: Porn Direction, Sex/Strip Club Owner
Random Facts:
Valentino is Non-binary, not that he knew about this when he was a human it was thanks to Velvette that he found out what his gender was.
To tell if he is feeling more feminine or masculine is in the way he dresses.
Valentinos Pheromones work in different ways. He has it through his cigarette smoke, which mixes in with his saliva. He can control the smoke, allowing it to spread as he wanted. - This gives them a high.
His saliva also works as an aphrodisiac if it gets into anyone's system.
Every single bodily fluid has some sort of aphrodisiac, even if it is weak.
He is very blind.
He sleeps with the lights on, or if he is sleeping in the same bed as Vox, his face would be pressed up to his screen.
He is anorexic. He does not eat unless someone forces him to. This is something that has carried over from when he was alive, having always been told he was too fat.
One of his clients, when he was alive, paid for dancing lessons.
He squeaks when he is either really agitated or very horny.
He use to be able to fly but got his antenna burnt off and can no longer fly as antennas are used to stablises them.
NSFW Information
Valentinos cock is retractable into a slit on his pelvic. When he horny it comes out, and at the base, it has two hair like follicles called Coremata, which release his pheromones, attracting those around to him.
Valentino has a large cock, it is 10 inches hard and about 4 inches in girth.
Valentino has 3 piercings on the underside of his penis , this is called Frenum Ladders
Valentino is a switch, though he is mainly seen as a Dom. The only person he has sub for is Vox.
He is very kinky and can like some very fucked up stuff.
Ships
These are my OTPs, but I am always open for other ships.
Valentino/Vox
Valentino/Vox/Velvette
Valentino/Angel
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Getting To Know About The Bloodline Hustle Self Determination Book By Xavier Tharpe
Bloodline Hustle self determination book By Xavier Tharpe takes you on a trip through the rough streets of Long Beach, Los Angeles, telling the story of Sean, also known as T-Fly. In a world where poverty and gang activity are common. However, Sean's story stands out as an example of strength and drive that shows how to overcome hardship. Sean's journey shows the strength of the human spirit even when things look hopeless.
He was born into poverty and grew up in an apartment complex with harsh concrete walls. Tharpe's vivid writing takes readers to a world where dreams and reality collide. However, trying to be successful becomes a fight against the ghosts of the past. No matter what age group you're in, Bloodline Hustle self determination book By Xavier Tharpe speaks to you through its themes of hope, courage, and the unbreakable will to get ahead. Follow Sean on his journey of change and learn the power of staying strong in the face of life's challenges.
Accepting Adversity
In the rough streets of Long Beach, Sean's strength is tested and strengthened by hardship. Even though crime is rising and hunger is looming, Sean refuses to give up. Instead, he faces every problem with unwavering drive, turning problems into chances to learn and grow. Following Sean's journey, Bloodline Hustle shows how resilience can help you overcome life's hardest problems. It's a story about how the human spirit can rise above problems. Moreover, it encourages readers to see problems as opportunities to grow. When bad things happen, Sean's story tells us that resilience means more than just surviving; it means thriving against all odds.
The Pursuit of Success
Sean goes into the risky world of the drug trade because he wants a better life so badly. He stays focused on his goal of success, even though there are risks and temptations around every turn. With every deal and failure, Sean learns something important about being strong and determined and what it costs to be ambitious. Bloodline Hustle shows the harsh realities of city life through his trip and the unbreakable spirit of those who dare to dream. Sean's unwavering dedication to his goals motivates others to go after their goals even when the odds seem too high to overcome.
Venturing into Legitimacy
With the lessons he learned the hard way on the streets, Sean moves from doing illegal business to starting his own business. He faces the challenges of building a legal business company with determination. However, he is eager to leave behind the things that hold him back from his past. Sean moves forward and makes a name for himself in the history of success by making smart partnerships and taking calculated risks. Bloodline Hustle shows Sean's growth from a product of his surroundings to a visionary leader, showing how strong it is to bounce back from problems and start over. His journey shows that you can change your destiny if you keep trying and are determined to make changes.
The Strength of Being Strong
Sean's journey in Bloodline Hustle shows how important it is to be strong to change your fate. Sean doesn't let his situation define him, even as he faces the many problems in his surroundings. Instead, he uses the strength of resilience to steady himself as he navigates the rough seas of city life. Sean's toughness is his most powerful tool, and it helps him move forward on his path to success, even when things go wrong. His story is a powerful warning that resilience is not just a trait but a way of thinking—a firm refusal to give up when things get hard. Bloodline Hustle is a story about how strong people can be. It encourages readers to face life's problems with courage and strength.
The Importance of Community
As you read Bloodline Hustle, the importance of community becomes clear as a light on Sean's path. The relationships Sean forms with other hustlers and business owners help him deal with the chaos of the streets. They get around Long Beach's rough terrain by working together and sharing their resources and knowledge to solve problems they all face. Sean learns how important it is to work together to reach shared goals through teamwork and solidarity. Bloodline Hustle shows how a community can change things for the better and reminds readers that strength comes from being strong on your own and from the strength of standing together as a group.
Ending Note
When the last pages of Bloodline Hustle are turned, Xavier Tharpe leaves readers with a moving lesson about how strong resilience can be. Through Sean's journey, we are told that no matter how hard things get, the human spirit can get through them. The story Tharpe tells is both entertaining and inspiring. It tells us to follow our dreams with unwavering drive and never give up. As we say goodbye to Sean's story, let us remember the lessons of strength, courage, and persistence. We all have the power to beat the odds and find our way to success. This book is a song that celebrates the strength of the human will and the resilience of the human spirit.
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eliza campbell/armstrong, twenty four, WASP // au: at the end of the world
eliza was born and raised in seattle. her father sells appliances, her mother is a housewife, and her brother joey is - was - four years older. there isn't much to tell about her childhood, as far as she's concerned. she did well in school, she annoyed the hell out of her brother, she was cared for and maybe - her mother will concede - they let her get away with a little too much because frankly: nothing can stop eliza but eliza.
blame amelia earhart and her brother for flying. she was the number one amelia earhart fangirl in the seattle metropolitan area. she tracked every fight and read everything she wrote and the suitcase she still uses is from her line of luggage. joey decided to join the navy after he graduated fro high school and the only campbell truly excited when he trained as a pilot was eliza.
he was the first one to take her up and the one who hooked her up with some friends of his at the airfield who were willing to teach a mouthy teenage girl how to fly for cheap. her flying lessons were financed through helping their wives with cleaning and babysitting and even if they weren't tasks she particularly enjoyed, it was worth it to fly.
she kept up that way for awhile - flying when she could, picking up odd jobs around the airfield and breaking hearts. eliza has always been a flirt and she's not about to feel bad about that for a single minute. it was all fine - her parents were fine, joey was stationed in hawaii, she was happy as a clam.
and then everything just fell apart. joey was killed at pearl harbor and she and her parents were all frozen with the grief of it. the war started but none of them really noticed.
eliza feels like she got her life back when she joined the women's auxiliary ferrying squadron in the fall of 42. her parents weren't happy that she was flying but as always: eliza was going to do what she wanted to do.
wafs turned into wasp and after training at avenger field, eliza learned to fly damn near anything and everything. she's a speed demon and prefers a single seater fighter if she's going to ferry but she's stubborn and loves a challenge. it makes her happy and she feels like she's contributing to the war effort in a way that feels real and immediate. she misses joey every day but the wound is healing. to some extent, she's doing this for the both of them.
she parks in los angeles for the most part, as a lot of her assignments tend to be cross country transit. she lives in a boarding house in santa monica with a bunch of other women who are in war work and for someone who grew up with only an older brother, it's like having sisters. sisters who sometimes take her shit without asking but at least she has claire.
eliza is so confident that she comes off as insane. she knows what she can do and she knows she can do it well. she's competitive and bossy and does not mince words or actions. if she wants to do it, she's going to do it. be that flying something blind or getting married after two dates. when she knows, she knows. she's doing it, let's go.
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