I think all of us who are resisting spoilers deserve to be Aziraphale, guardian of the Eastern gate, Principalitie 's human platoon and he will lead us into war

few things are as touching as the appreciation hardworking, heartfelt, passionate, dedicated young people express when you support them. sometimes this appreciation is shown by those young people sending you unedited footage of their professional wrestling ambulance matches and it fucking rules.

Imagine riding subby nomad Steve like this big hunk of pure muscle and strength but your riding him making him cum so much that your overstimulating him and he’s just begging “mommy please fuck, please cum for me mommy can’t take it anymore” and you lean towards his ear and choke him saying “be a good boy for mommy and take it, cum inside mommy again, I know you want to you fucking slut” as he lets out wimpiers and whines crying from overstimulation but he can’t stop cumming in your tight hole because “mommy feels to good around my cock”

Subby. Fucking. Men. What a dream. But like, overstimulated subby men?? Beautiful.

I feel like Steve would fucking adore repeating all the filthy little things you say to degrade him though. He'd call himself names and fuck himself half stupid, then let you fuck him until he's babbling and begging. He absolutely loves it.

He can hardly think straight, he's cum so many times. All he knows is that he doesn't have much energy left. He's exhausted and overworked but still rock fucking hard. His stamina is a curse sometimes and even then, he struggles to keep up with you.

"Mommy please. I can't cum anymore. It's too much. Feels too good." He knows you won't want to stop yet. You've gotten off plenty already, trying to hide your pleasure from him each time but he doesn't miss those telltale flutters of your body. Knowing you get off on using him just makes him cum harder because he's nothing if not a good little slut for you.

"You don't think you can cum anymore? Are you serious Stevie? You're such a little slut I bet you wouldn't be able to stop. You know as well as I do that you can't help yourself. You just live to keep your mommy stuffed full." He knows you're right. In fact, he almost thinks that if you ordered him to cum then and there, he could probably manage it just by getting lost in how your body feels around his.

"Be a good boy, Stevie. Cum for me again. Cum in me like it's all you're good for. Just a dirty slut who can't help himself." Steve's moans sound so broken, grinding himself against you because you sound so slick and messy it makes his mouth water.

"I'm a filthy slut for you, mommy. So p-pussy whipped. I'm a slut. Oh God, I'm a slut." He's whimpering, lost in the way his own voice sounds as he degrades himself.

Your hand clamps around his neck, your fingers flexing and oh God, he's gone. His cheeks are blazing, his muscles tense and strained.

"I can't cum, mommy. I can't cum. Please don't fucking make me cum." He sounds distraught as his head falls forward onto your shoulder.

"Colour, Steve." You demand and it almost takes him by surprise because he's shocked you can't see how much he's loving every second of this.

"Green. So fucking green." He pants. His head is empty, his body almost feeling like he's floating.

"Oh, you're sluttier than I thought. You almost had me fooled but I should've known better. Little whores like you love to be treated like this, huh? Love to be used." He's nodding in agreement because that's all he's got. Your body is still rocking back and forth on his length, a little faster than before but with the way you're squeezing his throat, he knows he can't last.

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum. Oh f-fuck, I need it. N-need to feel you cum first mommy, please." He begs but you can't give him the satisfaction, no matter how badly you need to.

"Do as I tell you, baby boy." You whisper, nibbling his ear before choking him just a little harder. "Cum inside mommy and don't fucking stop." Despite the fact he really can't handle it, he does. It seems like he's cumming for minutes on end, letting his sticky mess drip from you as he just pumps you full of more.

"I'm such a slut." He whines, seemingly cumming harder after admitting it and it's such a beautiful sight, you don't think you're close to being done with him yet.

also thank u and love to everyone who sent messages last night they really did mean a lot and a couple of them made me cry a little but they mean the world 💗

this fanmeet is gonna be so flipping insane innit 🥹🤧

also me, happy for my korean stays but for my international stays (and self-pity):

the other day my dad and i were talking offhand about the state of modern musicTM and too many middle class bands etc etc and i mentioned the jam at one point and he (a jam fan) was like "ah but even they weren't Properly working class were they..... growing up i was much worse off than paul wellers type of family...." etc. and like. on one hand its ironic that that sort of thing is exactly what the jam/tsc/weller preached against like. it should always be unity against the man rather than macho infighting over who's more oppressed but at the same time it is a little funny. because paul weller himself never actually had a job besides music did he. like correct me if im wrong but being in a successful band was his first actual job wasn't it. he already wrote some of the best lyrics of our time regarding class struggles and whatnot so i guess we can only imagine what he might have written if he'd actually worked in tescos and woolworths .

Today: Teeth hurt, batteries are sold exorbitantly but only in person, and I think I have Tamagotchis now

'The Stand Up Comic’s Instructions' [...] is a noble attempt to tackle racism built around Lenny Henry’s fierce lampooning.

“I still think it’s a brilliant idea,” says Steve. “To get a black comedian to talk about that racist, Northern, working men’s club tradition. We did a Saturday night TV show presented by Lenny on LWT. He came on stage and started singing with us on 'You’re The Best Thing' and Paul hooked up with him later.”

Mick: “That was bizarre, it was a message that kind of worked. He was keen to be involved and it was us having a go at the mainstream. Alternative comedy was just an infant then – Jim Davidson, Bernard Manning they were immensely popular. We’d grown up playing working men’s clubs and it opened us up to the narrowmindedness that bred in some of them.”

(source)

is this paul weller interview promo cd I bought for $1 not on youtube huh

Me and my work best friend are getting our hours changed to seperate days. So much evil in the world

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 267

Adjective: Fair

Noun: Hair

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Fair: impartial and just, without favoritism or discrimination; just or appropriate in the circumstances; (archaic) (of a means or procedure) gentle, or not violent; (baseball) (of a batted ball) within the field of play marked by the first and third baselines; (baseball) pertaining to the fair part of the field; (of hair or complexion) light, or blond; (of a person) having a light complexion or blond hair; considerable though not outstanding in size or amount; moderately good though not outstandingly so; (of weather) fine and dry; (of the wind) favorable; (archaic) beautiful, or attractive; (of words, a speech, or a promise) false, despite being initially attractive or pleasing, or specious

Hair: any of the fine threadlike strands growing from the skin of humans, mammals, and some other animals; a fine threadlike strand growing from the epidermis of a plant, or forming part of a living cell; hairs collectively, especially those growing on a person's head; a very small quantity or extent

Neil, do you like the 1986 Little Shop of Horrors movie? If so, what's your favourite song from it, and which ending do you prefer? (Bonus question, have you ever met Steve Martin?) Thanks, hope you're having a good week!

I like it but I do not love it. I love the Theatre Play (and saw it with Ellen Greene in London in 1983 or early 1984) and have seen it brilliantly done and less brilliantly, and always loved it.

I think the reshot ending is a better ending for that movie than the original version. (It always works onstage because these are actors and we know they didn’t die. In the movie they are our heroes and they can’t die.)

Favourite song, depends. Today it’s Somewhere That’s Green because I watched a video of Jinkx Monsoon performing it last night.

I met Steve Martin in 2007 at the Town Hall in New York when we were both reading at the PEN America Event. I remember hanging out with him and Don deLillo and Salman Rushdie at one point but no longer remember whether we were doing anything more than making awkward author small talk.

Cannot believe the plot of S2 was:

Aziraphale's old boss shows up completely naked & with amnesia, Aziraphale wants to adopt him and Crowley says No, then shoots fucking lighting and it literally becomes the Locked Door trope for the lesbian neighbours

Crowley's old boss turns up and is like Have you seen my boyfriend the Archangel. btw Heaven has a Death Note. And Crowley goes Ah shit and drives back to his husband's shop, does a little apology dance, then they casually do a miracle with enough power to raise TWENTY FIVE people from the dead in order to turn the Commander of the Heavenly Host into the Bookshop Assistant

Heaven rocks up and goes Um Aziraphale what the fuck was that about? and he panics and says Ah yes, I made the lesbians over the road fall in love because one of them gets my favourite records

Heaven sends an angel to verify his painfully bullshit story, but they have literally never been to Earth before so Aziraphale just makes them tea and Crowley's winds them up by being a little shit as usual. Then Crowley goes Hey husband can we have a lil chat and Aziraphale goes Yes darling let's shut the door in the most suggestive way possible, then joke about how I'm a terrible liar, but also I want to roadtrip darling so can I borrow our car? And Crowley's like Fucking fine I guess I'll try and get the lesbians to hook up & look after our new children

He's a great terrible house-spouse while Aziraphale larps in Scotland for a couple days, then Aziraphale decides to get the whole neighbourhood to role-play Jane Austin while still trying to make the lesbians shag

Then Crowley's replacement throws a brick through the window, yeets the dude who's been crushing on Aziraphale. So Crowley goes Alright husband stay put, I'll take these loser mortals outta here. Then he has a little spy mission in Heaven with one of his new children, while Aziraphale declares war on Hell to avoid ruining the good books via yeeting them at demons

The whole gang arrive, Aziraphale’s ex-boss and Crowley's ex-boss High School Musical their way off the face of the planet, then S2 ends.

That's it. Credits roll right here