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naraism · 5 years

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Two concerts. First rows. An afterparty and a meet and greet.

Aka the two best days of my entire life. My hands are still shaking, so pls ignore typos.

Okay, so, Bára/ @followthecreeper , Lucy/ @beauty-at-matrix, our friend Terka and Anna/ @062467 (who joined us to the first rows) and I attended the two concerts in Prague. I’m gonna write down everything I can and the girls are encouraged to add just as much they can. ♡♡♡

The First Concert

The first day we got to the arena at 8am and our waiting began. We managed to be right behind a couple so we were among the first people there – the waiting was annoying but so much worth it. When the gates finally opened we sprinted down into the venue and managed to get a spot in the first row right in front of Paul. (We risked by going to a different entrance than we had on the tickets, thankfully, all went well.) Then came a couple of more hours of waiting and the duo Jatekok started to play. Not your usual choice of a support but I rather liked it. Also during the waiting one of the security guys came to us, asked us how are we doing and then he opened his hand and had a number of Richard’s pick in it. They were gone in a matter of seconds lol – Lucy managed to get one, I had one gripped but a dude was stronger than me. The last ten minutes were the longest minutes in my entire life – though what came after them was the most beautiful thing ever.

Rammstein started playing at 19:40 – Schneider’s intro really knocked the air out of you and as each member started to walk out onto the stage, the madness began. I wanted to cry when I finally saw them all right in front of me and when Paul walked to our side and IMMEDIATELY started looking into the audience, we lost our shit. @babypaulchen was right, the man keeps staring at you, keeps smiling at you and plays with you the entire time! We could see he really loved when we started to headbang and our hair went flying everywhere – I can remember how he was looking at me, smiling, and then he started to headbang too, encouraging us to be crazy.

I think that somewhere in the beginning of the concert Till came to our side and sung right in front of us. Then the motherfucker looked at me and mimicked at me that I should take my shirt off and show him my tits. I just raised the crop top so my bra was visible but that was not enough for him and he kept raising his hands up, so I would take the bra off too. With so many people around I was too shy to do that so I just laughed and shook my head, screaming NO! at him. He pretended to be offended, waved his hand in dismiss and returned to the center. Later in the song he came back and did the leg thingy where he threw his leg onto the railing and kept singing.

Paul kept running from one place to another, being the sweetheart that he is, he even climbed behind Schneider to play with him and then kissed his forehead. My heart melted. And every time he was on his side he kept looking down, seeing us party down there and laughing so much. I never really could hold his gaze longer than for a couple of seconds, It just felt like you’re suddenly the only person it there. He also went down to the fence and signed a couple of things, then he touched our hands as he walked by. The same thing went with Till when he was kicked down during Mein Teil and he walked by us in all his butcher glory.

During Links one of the main security guys was walking down the row, stopped right in front of me and just offered me the Afterparty bracelet. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he strapped the band around my hand and told me where to go after the concert. Fucking speechless. He then continued into the middle, picking up some other random people as well. I also saw Joe so I waved at him, hen noticed me and winked back lol.

During the concert you could really see how much fun the guys were having, laughing all the time, goofing around, running around and enjoying the energy coming from the audience. The entire stadium flawlessly sung Du hast and Sonne, it really chilled us to the bones, hearing so many people sing in unison. And the same thing can be said about Engel – while the guys were moving to the B stage, the camera was pointed at the audience and guess who had her face shown to the entire arena – I diiiiiiid. They took shots of all different people and before you knew it, the sign to use your phone’s light appeared and everyone was singing their heart out. Really magical. The guys then returned on their boats and our partying with Paul continued. We were doing the fucking Macarena in front of Paul, making him laugh.

Also holy shit I think it was during Du hast Paul stood in front of us, hand nothing to do so he started FLOSSING. You know, that weird-ass dance. Or rather attempted it and then frowned, waved his hand in dismiss and then continued to dance his own little dances.

Rammstein and Ich Will took our breaths away, especially when Till spoke in Czech – ruce nahoru! – and the arena went nuts. A beautiful ending, Till once again used his Czech, charmed us with his thank yous and the guys disappeared into the tower. Also, I almost caught Schneider’s stick, he noticed my screaming and jumping and threw it my way, but a dude next to me had longer hands. Oh well. That was not the end of the day for me. I once again asked one of the security guys where to go, said goodbyes to the girls and went my own way to the Afterparty.

The Afterparty

There was quite a number of us people and even before the stadium emptied, we were ushered into a room with red lights, a bar, a DJ set and couches and chairs by the walls. I was feeling kinda weird as I didn’t know anybody in there so I just shuffled to the first group that was speaking Czech. Luckily, I befriended a girl, Camie, who was also in the Afterparty for the first time and as I found out, loves Paul just as much I do. We got some mojitos, the barman was happy to hear Czech lol, and we kinda stood there together talking about the concert – in like half an hour Paul was the first one to come out of doors that were curtained and lead to their dressing rooms. It was discouraged to follow them around, you were supposed to enjoy the free booze, the music and if you were lucky enough, one of the guys would start to chat with you. So Paul moved from one place to another, greeting people and talking to them. Then came Schneider and spend some time talking by the dressing room doors, talking to one of the girls I chatted with too.

LOL

While that happened we saw Flake emerge together with Ollie and holy shit, even when they’re both really tall, it’s so easy to overlook them. I think that Ollie immediately went back to the hotel while Flake hanged around for a bit and then also kinda disappeared. We were both freaking out, because holy shit, they’re suddenly so freaking close asjdhhkjasbdkjsad. Till then walked out as well and together with his body guard made a beeline to the exit. He looked like a fucking mob boss, in a dress shirt, suit and a cap. I think he had kinda different plans, as I saw somewhere a pic with him and couple of girls, that were supposedly pole dancers. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And then the diva walked out. Richard was basically wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the Berlin aftershow, where he was dancing with Khira. He got immediately swarmed by girls, either asking for a signature or for a hug (pics weren’t allowed). We used the situation as well and joined the group, waiting for our turn. Richard was so kind, he was smiling the entire time, laughing, and generally being really friendly. When I asked him for a hug he was like “Sure! :D” and laughed and his hug was so warm and my heart melted. He was also so much smaller than I expected. It might have been also because I was still wearing my steel boots while he had his worn out pair of converse shoes lol. Nonetheless, he was really charming and welcoming.

We then moved in front of the DJ set, with new drinks and danced for a bit – Joe was mixing the songs and it was all really good, he played anything from Depeche Mode and Joan Jett to Billie Eilish and Britney Spears. (I wanted to make a short vid of us dancing later but Joe immediately told me not to do that and wanted me to delete the vid lmao, which I did. I just found it hilarious that we were dancing to Dschinghis Khan’s Moskau jsahajsfka).

We then took a break for a while and discovered that Paul was just next to us, talking to some people. We joined the circle and me and Camie took a vid of us hugging Paul. I talked to him for a bit, thanked him for the show, telling him how much I enjoyed it and that it couldn’t have been better. He smiled that adorable smile of his and offered me his hand so I took it and before I knew what’s going on he raised it and kissed it. Then he hugged me and thanked me as well. He is also so so tiny ksjaflshfkskfa. And because Paul’s attention span is non-existent, he was already turning to other people to talk to them. We were both freaking out, Camie shook me by my shoulders in joy, not realizing she was pushing me accidentally into Schneider’s back. We then went for more drinks, the poor barman was almost out of alcohol, so he tried to mix up anything drinkable lol.

(we weren’t allowed to take any pics but Camie managed to make a sneaky video, bless her - PLS DO NOT STEAL THE GIF, DO NOT REPOST IT)

We talked for a bit, saw Richard hanging by the doors into the arena – if someone wanted to smoke they had to go out, it made sense he’s going to be there. I told Camie that I’d like to talk to him but before I could come with anything sensible she was already pushing me towards him. We stopped by him and I just started to babble about how I like his work, that especially the last Emigrate album was great. He put his hand onto his heart and kept thanking me, doing these tiny bows and looking absolutely adorable/hot. I also mentioned that Brig was at the 1,2,3,4 video shoot and that it was really great and he just kept smiling, thanking and being happy in general. Then other people came to talk to him so we left them alone, going to relax a bit.

We could see that only Paul and Richard remained, although more and more people were dancing. We joined them and danced our hearts out, loving every song that Joe played. Not soon after Paul got up from the couches and joined the dancing group, dancing there with us. It was so surreal – he was dancing right next to me, being his little energetic self and also trying not to spill his wine. We kept dancing there for some time and Paul then slowly moved through the groups, dancing around till we lost sight of him.

I had to check if there were any trams going back to my flat as it was already after midnight. We danced for a bit longer but some drunk guy was trying to get our numbers and kept inviting us to him so we tried to distance ourselves. We also discovered that Paul had already left as there were not so many people – there could have been like 70(?) of us, now probably not even half. Richard was still there, though he was again talking to some girls. I was already getting tired and didn’t want to wait for another hour for the trams so in a hurry I said goodbye to Camie, looked around for the last time and left the afterparty. And because I was an idiot (and drunk) I fucked up my night trams and in the middle of nowhere, with dead phone I had to go to the nearest opened pub and asked for a taxi. I returned home around 2am and barely had any strength left.

The Second Concert and the Meet and Greet

Since I had the meet and greet event I did not have to wake up early – Bára left in the morning to wait with the rest of the girls again for the first row and I had a chance to sleep in till 4pm and get rid of the hangover. I asked the girls to write down everything that happened in the first row again, because apparently, it was wilder than the first time – just seeing Bára “pick her nose” in the gigantic screen while Lucy was facepalming made me laugh so hard. They returned with with drumsticks and a pink hat signed by Paul. And supposedly simulated sex with glow sticks during Pussy, making Paul lose his shit.

The Meet And Greet

(I will upload my pics on a separate post :) )

For a month or so I was in a group chat with the other people that were also attending the M&G and we agreed to meet a bit earlier to finally meet each other. I wanted to stop at the merch-truck but the queue was so fucking long I left it be (I just hope they’ll put the shirts into the rammshop like they did last time). We all met, chatted for a bit – there were people from all over Europe – from Germany, Poland, Sweden, Holland, Italy, Russia – I was actually the only Czech there lol.

We were picked up around 18:50 by the guy who was responsible for us, he checked our IDs and then took us through the VIP zone down the stairs to the same room where the afterparty was the day before. We had to wait for a bit as there were some other guest meeting the guys who were then escorted up the stairs. Thee guys apparently received Gold for the 7th album. Also one of the guys that was taking care of us told us that one of the grannies living nearby the arena called the fire department, thinking it was on fire lmao.

Anyway, after like ten minutes, we were let in and stood in a row against the wall where a couple of hours before I was dancing my head off. There was a woman that was telling us how it’s all going to happen, that the members will have pens, will sign one item and can take a pic. She couldn’t even finish her sentence and Richard already walked in, in his full stage outfit, took some pens from her and moved to one side of the line. She said something like “Ah, here is the first one.” And Richard, nonchalantly replied “I’m always the first one.” while beginning to sign stuff. What an experience. It got a bit chaotic then because the rest of the guys suddenly appeared too and stared signing stuff from the other side.

Before Richard could get to me, Oliver singed all of our stuff and apologized that he’s not taking any pics today as he is in hurry. I did not understand at first but then I realized he was the only one who was not in a stage outfit and they were supposed to play in like a half an hour. Then came Richard, now much taller with his boots and signed my album. Joe was again with him and because I did not really want to have selfies with the guys I asked him to take the pic. He did, just as he did it to other people as well.

Then came Flake in his glorious golden outfit, smiling and being friendly. A girl on my left complimented his outfit, pointing to her silver top, telling he inspired her. It was so cute seeing him thanking her and complimenting her outfit just as well. I greeted him, thanked him for the show, took a picture with and wanted to also thank him for all the books he wrote, though there was already a queue forming – Schneider was right behind him, so he had to move forward.

Let me tell you, Schneider is such a sweetheart. While he was getting ready to sing my stuff I told him how I started drumming because of him and how it helped me to deal with stuff and he immediately started grinning and going “Aawww, thank you so much, that is wonderful!” and was smiling like an idiot, just as me. There was nobody free to take a picture so with him I took a selfie – even when I tried to stay cool my hands were shaking a bit and he was patient enough to take a proper pic. Than he thanked me once again and moved forward.

PAUL. Paul, baby, I love you so much. Again a very cheery Hi! And that wonderful smile of his. When he was about to sign the album I asked him if he could draw that smiley face he does and he laughed and said “Sure!” and drew the prettiest self-portrait ever. It was so surreal to watch him draw it, focusing hard on it to make it perfect. He did a couple of re-touches until he was satisfied with it and then proudly smiled as he observed his creation. I asked the girl next to me for a pic. Her hands were shaking quite a bit so when she took the pictures, Paul was concerned with the results. “Are the pictures okay?” He asked as he looked down into my phone. “Are they blurry?” So we checked them together and they were fine; again, he was so happy with the result. Meanwhile Till was going from the other side of the line so Paul was stuck next to me so he turned to me and smiled – he pointed to my red crop top and told me: “Oh, we match!” he had the red beanie and red boots on and in that second I died inside. “We both have red!” he said happily and then slowly moved to the girl next to me. The last thing he did was that he looked at me and asked “Alles okay?” I just managed to laugh and told him that “Ja, just perfect.”

He then spent some time with the girl next to me, looking at the pictures she had brought for signing – he was amazed by the quality and took his time looking over them, looking at each individually. He even called Till over to look at them. That’s where I internally cried as my almost non-existent German did not help me. What I could understand was that Till looked at it, telling him that those were pictures from Instagram. Paul asked him where from and they both started discussing the pics and Instagram. It was adorable – Paul was in awe while Till just shrugged and continued signing, taking pictures. Paul signed the main picture she had and then she quickly showed Paul a picture of him, where he was striking a pose with his guitar leaning back. He was overjoyed and immediately copied the pose, leaning back, doing the same pose. He then laughed and signed some pictures and moved on.

Till was the last one to come, he quickly signed my stuff and I let the guy next to me take the picture. I can’t describe the feeling when he put his gigantic paw around me – he really is a bear turned into a human. I also loved how nonchalant he was about the whole M&G. He then moved to the guy next to me and signed his stuff and I was supposed to take the pic. Except I put my phone down onto the ground next to my things and expected him to hand me his phone. “No, take it with yours, it’s better!” so I bent down for it and heard Till laugh and say “Too late!” and moved to the next person. He was of course just joking and when I was ready with the phone he returned and I took the picture.

In another minute or two it was all over, Schneider and Paul told us to enjoy the show, smiled and then again disappeared into the dressing rooms. Us people with the standing tickets were escorted out into the arena and I had a pleasant surprise – on the other side of the doors stood Ulrike, in her beautiful black dress. Holy shit she’s really tall. I wanted to compliment her dress though she was busy herding their sons, it was hilarious. We passed, let her inside and went to find a good spot.

The Second Concert

I stayed with the guy who was next to me during the M&G, nicknamed Probo, who was from Italy. He told me he managed to not spoil himself the concert so it was really precious watching his reactions. We stayed near the B stage, meaning we had a beautiful view of the entire stage and the fire show. It was also nice to see the guys singing Engel and encouraging the crowd to sing as well. Especially Paul did jsahjsfkuftjhchd. Then we had a wonderful view of the guys on the boats – Schneider and Paul tried to stand up but fell down to their knees in a moment while laughing like maniacs. We enjoyed the rest of the show, danced and sung with the crowd. Last nice surprise was that People sang Sonne while the piano version was in the background as the guys kneeled.

Oh and when there was the camera from the backstage, filming the guys as they’re getting into the elevator, there was nobody to give Richard a cigarette, so he just stood in front of the camera, opened his mouth and kept pointing his finger into it till somebody finally came to him and put the cigarette right into his mouth. That was really… something.

Anyways, this is all from me and I hope @followthecreeper, @beauty-at-matrix, and @062467 will add their stories from the first row.

Best two days of my entire life. ♡♡♡

#rammstein #Paul Landers #Christoph Schneider #Flake Lorenz #Till Lindemann #Richard Kruspe #RZK #Oliver Riedel #Prague 2019 #16.07.2019 #17.07.2019 #Rammstein stadium tour #mine #.txt

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clareguilty · 5 years

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McCree/Brigitte First Time

Patreon Reward and birthday present for @dareperks Rated: Explicit | No Warnings Word Count: ~1400

McCree didn’t meet Torbjorn’s youngest daughter until after the explosion. He didn’t think he would ever get the chance after the left Overwatch. I was a stroke of luck that he was passing through Europe and needed a place to stay. What a better safehouse than Reinhardt’s old manor. It was huge and heavily fortified, and Jesse knew of a way in through the wine cellar.

Reinhardt is home apparently, accompanied by his stubborn goddaughter who insists on watching over him since all of his family is either dead or missing.

As much as Reinhardt complains, he really does need Brigitte there. And McCree is another friendly face to help him through the empty days after the passing of the Petras Act.

Brigitte almost immediately develops a crush on McCree. He’s handsome, and charming, and a former Blackwatch Agent which is really mysterious and cool. He and Reinhardt stay up drinking and talking late into the evenings, and she listens in wonder as she clings to her one beer.

He helps her out in her workshop as well. Cleaning out Reinhardt’s garage and turning it into a space she can actually work with. Brigitte isn’t sure if McCree is always this flirty, or if he actually likes her back, and it’s starting to eat at her.

“This is Daddy’s baby,” he says when she asks to see Peacekeeper. Brigitte flushes bright pink and he bites his tongue before he can say anything that will get him in trouble. “Be careful with her.” He watches her carefully disassemble the revolver, looking over all of the machinery before returning her, good as new.

Stubborn and impatient. Brigitte makes the first move, pulling him in by his shirt to kiss him after he spends the whole morning teasing her. She can’t handle not knowing if there is anything between them.

“Please, Jesse. I want you to be my first.”

It’s a rush of arousal and panic that shoots through him. This is Torbjorn’s Daughter. This is Reinhardt’s goddaughter. This is her first time. He had better not fuck this up.

They make it to his room and suddenly Brigitte has lost all of her earlier bravado.

“You still want this?” Jesse asks.

“Yes,” she insists. “I just- I’m gonna need you to help me through this.”

“A good girl always asks for help when she needs it.” Jesse pulls her too the bed and lays back so she can straddle him. “Just do what feels right and let me know if you need me to slow down.”

She nods and kisses him again running her hands over his chest. His fingers skin her waist and sink into the softness of her hips. She’s one of the most amazing women he’s ever met, a princess strong enough to slay the dragon herself. He can’t help but admire her strength, knowing she could probably kick his ass if she wanted to. He knows he’s certainly gotten rusty.

He coaxes her shirt over her head, and she works open the buttons of his flannel. It quickly escalates into a game of undressing each other until Brigitte is in just her sports bra and panties and Jesse is feeling rather exposed in his briefs. Brig’s eyes keep falling between his legs and he tries not to let it get to him.

His fingers slip under the elastic of her bra and Brigitte tenses. “You can leave it on if you want to,” Jesse says. She shakes her head and pulls it off. Jesse watches her tits fall and tries to keep his mouth from falling open. He coaxes brig onto her back and kisses the angry red lines left by the elastic. Brigitte moans as he takes a nipple into his mouth. He knows how to do this part.

She pulls on his hair and bucks beneath him. When he pulls away she’s panting and her bottom lip is red from where she was worrying it. He lets her drag him up for a kiss.

“I want to see you,” she says. Her fingers dip beneath the waistband of his briefs, and the touch is so unexpected his stomach flips.

Jesse lets Brigitte pull his underwear down to his thighs before he kicks them to the floor. She stares at his cock for a moment, looking at first nervous, then determined. The fire in her eyes makes Jesse grin and he surges forward to kiss her again.

Her fingers wander down his chest, over his stomach, hesitating a moment before wrapping around his cock. The touch makes Jesse hiss, and he rolls his hips into her palm.

“Can I?” He tugs at her panties. She nods, but buries her face in the crook of his neck as he slides the cotton past her ankles. Her legs squeeze together and she instinctively crosses her hands over herself. Jesse gently nudges them aside. "Come on now darlin' let Daddy see you..."

Brigitte looks as though she’s about to melt. Instead, she lets out a soft moan and allows Jesse situate himself between her thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He gives her breasts another squeeze before letting his fingers slip between her thighs.

Brigitte covers her face with her hands and whines. It’s overwhelming, but not enough to want to stop. Jesse tugs her wrists away again. “Darlin’, there’s no reason to hide yourself. Do you want me to stop?”

He’s okay with stopping. He’s okay with waiting as long as he needs to. It’s Brigitte who is impatient.

“I need more,” she reaches down to rub her own clit. Jesse carefully eases a finger into her pussy, curling it gently and taking his time before adding a second. He doesn’t want to hurt Brigitte, and he knows that he needs to take his time. He doesn’t want to rush something as important as this.

“You’re doing great, darlin’. Just a little bit more.” He brushes her hand away, choosing instead to lick broad stripes over her clit. Brigitte’s thighs clamp around his head, and for a moment Jesse fears for his life. She relents a second later, and Jesse slips a third finger inside her.

As careful as Jesse is, Brigitte decides she can’t wait any longer.

“Please, Jesse,” she begs. “I need your cock.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to deny her. He slides his cock along her entrance, smearing slick up over her clit before pressing inside. Brigitte’s finger’s dig into Jesse’s biceps with bruising strength as she stretches around him. He knows better than to attribute the way she squeezes around his cock to her lack of experience, but the thought of being the first person Brigitte is willing to share this with makes him groan.

“Good lord, Darlin’, you feel amazing.”

Jesse moves slowly, rolling his hips and adjusting the angle until he pushes in and Brigitte moans and gasps. That’s the ticket. Again and again, faster and harder. He doesn’t relent until Brigitte is shaking, and then he presses his thumb to her clit. The way she tightens around him nearly sends him over the edge, and he fucks into her even harder to push her over the edge before he can’t last any longer.

Brigitte comes. She cries out and claws at Jesse’s arm and there’s a warm wetness spilling over Jesse’s hips and thighs. He looks down with a smile. Fuck he did a good job. The satisfaction is what pushes him over the edge and he pulls out and comes over her stomach, painting her defined abs with his orgasm.

It takes Brigitte a few seconds to catch up, but her expression changes from one of satisfaction to one of panic and suddenly Jesse is trying to figure out what he did wrong.

“I didn’t- Oh god that’s so embarrassing. Did I just pee on you?” Despite the mess she’s covered in, Brigitte attempts to curl into the smallest ball possible.

Jesse can’t hold back his chuckle, but he pulls Brigitte into his arms and drops a kiss into her hair. “Goodness, no. That happens sometimes and it’s always a real treat. Let’s me know I did my job right.”

“Oh.”

“Do you need anything?”

Brig wrinkles her nose. “Shower. And a nap.”

“I’ll go get the water running.” Jesse pulls a clean blanket over her and heads into the bathroom. He feels great, but there’s a pit in his stomach as he realizes he’ll have to face Reinhardt very soon.

#patreon request #dareperks #mccree/brigitte #mcbrig #first time #smut #lemons

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ge-ge-universe · 4 years

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Chapter 1: Arrival

“Bridgette why didn’t you wake me up?!” I shouted from the bathroom as I nearly burned my hair using a curling iron “You know how important this day is for me!” I continued.

“You never really told me how important this day was.” Bridgette answered as she walked pass the bathroom door and into her room with her panties on and off the shoulder Beatles shirt “And besides they hired you. I didn’t think you would need to worry about the alarm going off five minutes late.”

Placing the curling iron down I went into her room, cross my arms pouted “It was thirty minutes Brig. You know it takes me a while to get to the station and catch the train. Not to mention the hour it’s gonna take to get to work with the rain outside.” leaning my back against the wall I took a heavy sigh and place my hands in my face “This is so gonna get me fired”

On hearing my stress, Bridgette jump up from her bed, grab both of my hands, and gave her signature silly smile. I watch as her white cheeks begin to turn rosy red and as her blue eyes begin to disappear under her cheeks. “You’re over reacting love.” she said “I’m sure they will love that you arrived, I mean they wouldn’t ask you to move all the way from New York to London just to fire you for being a little late. Now would they love?”

“You’re right.” I said as she proceeded to let go of my hands “I mean it’s only a few minutes late for my first day. I’ve done this before.”

“Yea, but that was at university.” Bridgette said with a slight giggle.

“Oh yea.....”

“When you and Marcus were both having a little sexy time in the library.” she continued to giggle.

“You still remember that shit don’t you?”

“Like it was yesterday.”

Rolling my eyes, I went back into the bathroom to fix my hair. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed since leaving New York. My family who lives in Brooklyn, well my dad lives in Brooklyn and my mom lives on the Upper East Side of town. Any who they both have said that they were proud of my and that I should be happy that I am living a dream that I’ve always wanted for myself. Graduating at the top of my class at New York University and even getting into an honors program in the UK, that led to an internship and a job that focuses on children television programs with a nice salary in New York, New York. I guess you can say all my ducks are in the right place.

Wrapping up my hair, nails, hips and placing on some Vans, not a real high heel wearing woman. I headed downstairs to grab me a quick breakfast snack before heading out.

“Be sure to give them a good excuse to why you were late on your first day!” exclaim Bridgette as I grab my keys and an umbrella it becomes awfully rainy in the UK. I could never bare it. I remember being in university the rain would shift my attitude and emotions about things.

“I’ll tell them it was one of their employees and not my annoying flatmate!” I replied as I closed the door.

Turning around to pouring rain, I quickly opened the umbrella and placed it over my head. Heading over to the car I tussled with keys to get in. Mind you I haven’t had that much experience with British cars, let alone driving on the rode. However I thought thirty minutes to get to the train stop in Brighton then an hour to London. “I’ve got this!” is what I said to myself as I started the car and begin to swerve my way through little traffic, which I had claimed in my head to be dramatic.

Arriving at the train station I gave my ticket and made my way to the nearest window seat, as I settled in I notice a man who wasn’t as charming looking sitting in front of me reading a gossip magazine about Duchess Kate and her new hairstyle. To avoid any conversation I slip on my airpods and started pretending that I was listening to music. Once I relaxed and I being listening to a morning prayer and bible lesson on the podcast The Daily Prayer. Normally, I would listen to this when I wake up in the morning but speaking of that I’m late, a train ride listen will do. It kills the time anyway. I never got use to riding trains in the UK. Not even when I was a student. It was always so weird to me, the seating arrangement with people facing each other, anyone can sit in a seat near you, by you or in my case in front of me. In New York there is only two to a seat and if you can’t find one you just have to stand up and wait for your stop. I guess having people sit the way they do in the UK makes people more comfortable and creates tons of conversation between strangers for a short time.

As the podcast came to a close I took my airpods off and place them in my pocket. As I fumbled in my seat trying to find some comfort for the rest of the ride, I felt someone staring at me. I took a small peak at the man in front of me and I had notice the man staring at me. His eyes were emerald color and his hair slick back into an hipster style hair cut. His lips slightly sharp and wide, but very lushly pink and cheeks nicely firmed to fit his face. He wore a wool black suit with a nice salmon tie, that I thought was oddly cute. Once he notice I looked at him, he then coy smile.

“You headed to London?” He ask.

“Ye .... yes.” I hesitated reply “And where are you headed?”

“Same place.”

“Oh I -”

Before I could formulate other words, I soon got interrupted by the announcer on the intercom. Which I was thankful it did cause I was not in the mood for conversations with strangers.

“Next stop London.” said a feminine voice over the intercom “Next stop London.”

“Seems to me our conversation has been cut short.” he said as the train came the destination.

“Yes it seems so.”

Without saying goodbye, I quickly grab my things, headed outside and yielded a cab. Soon I arrived at the BBC building overjoyed and exhausted all time.

“You got this!”

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Guardians of The Galaxy Vol 2: Unspoken Things

Title: Unspoken Things Rating: T Characters: Yondu Udonta, Rocket, Kraglin Obfonteri Summary:

Conversations that must have happened in Volume 2, that we never saw.

Eclector Prison Cell

“So, since we’ve got some time to kill, wanna tell me the real reason you kept Quill?”

Yondu glanced up, staring at the rodent that shared his cell, before shrugging and returning his attention to the corridor, looking for the small twig that would hopefully be bringing his fin this time around.

“I already told you. He was sm-“

“Oh, don’t even try it” Rocket interrupts, smirking at Yondu. “That explanation might work on Quill, but I’m not that stupid.”

“It aint stupid” Yondu warns. “I’ve got photos, kid was skinny-“

“Oh please” Rocket snaps. “There’s a million small, skinny, starving kids on every fricking planet in the galaxy. Most of which would be elated to find a ticket out. Yet you kept the one kid that didn’t wanna be with you, and came with a payday you chose to ignore. Nobody does that for no good reason, specially a crook like you.”

“Is that a fact?”

Rocket shrugged. “You tell me. For whatever reason, you raised Quill when all the evidence says you should have delivered him. Makes a guy curious-”

His ears prick up. Here comes Groot again.

“-As to why you thought giving him to his old man would be worse than growing up as a Ravager.”

Yondu’s lips purse on reflex, before the stinging pain on his forehead reminds him it’s useless.

“I reckon you’ll find out soon enough if you go looking for Quill rat” he says, ears pricking at the sound of tiny footsteps. To his relief, Rocket steps back in acceptance.

When they break out and the rodent immediately sets course for Ego, Yondu wishes he’d picked his words a bit more carefully.

The Quadrant, above Ego “Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up!” Rocket squawks, running Yondu’s ‘about to fight a planet’ line through his head. “What do you mean, fight a planet?”

Yondu ignored his, pulling Kraglin close.

“What ships made it through the blast?”

“Two M-ships are still in flight worthy condition” Kraglin offered, pulling up the specs. Yondu immediately shook his head.

“No good. If we’re gonna get Quill out before Ego reacts, we’ll need to do it hard and fast. He’ll rip apart an M-ship before we get off the ground. Got something that’ll take a beatin?”

“Well, we still got that shuttle from the Askaveri Bank job.”

“That’ll do.”

“The Askaveri – that was you?” Rocket spluttered, before shaking his head and storming over.

“How about you start talking.”

Yondu rolled his eyes and headed off the brig.

“Follow me rodent, we’ll walk and talk.”

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“You know, there’s considerable walking and not so much talking happening right now…”

Yondu sighs.

“Like dealing with Quill in puberty all over again.”

“I will shoot you archer boy.”

They reached the lift, and Yondu waved a hand to push him away while navigating them down.

“Fine. You want to know what you’ve signed us up for? Ego didn’t just name the planet boy, he is the planet. Also known as a Celestial.”

Rocket stumbled.

“…As in the god Celestial?”

“That’s the one.”

The raccoon groaned.

“Dammit, Quill is gonna be insufferable. He’s a freakin god?”

They hit the right floor, and Yonda heads out.

“Right now we’ll be lucky if he’s even still alive.”

Rocket freezes, only chasing after the Centaurian when he realised the doors were closing.

“Wait, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying Peter wasn’t the first kid of Ego’s I brought to him” Yonda explains, regret deep in his voice. There were ten more before him. Each a different race, different mothers. Guy got around.”

Rocket whistled. “Okay, so guy liked to spread his oats. What’s that go to do with anything.”

Yondu just shook his head, barely aware of the question.

“I should never have taken the jobs. I knew something was up, but the records matched, and the money was so good. Even when my gut was screaming I looked the other way. Wasn’t till one of my men spoke to Ego’s pet that I couldn’t pretend no more.”

“Pet? You mean bug girl?”

Yondu shrugged. “That’s the one. He asked her how the brats were all doing. She couldn’t even name em – had the first one almost a year and his damn near constant companion, whose whole schtick was emotions, couldn’t put a name to a face.”

Rocket felt ice pool in his stomach.

“I didn’t tell em I figured it out, and a few months later he sent me another job. Kid on a backwater dump called Terra whose mother was dying. Realised pretty quickly that if I didn’t take the job he’d just find someone else to do it, so I grabbed Quill and hid em on the ship. Took some sweet talking and threats to get the crew on board, but the old timers had figured out the same thing. Only chance Quill had was with us. Ship’s no place for a kid, but we didn’t have much options.”

The centuarian gritted his teeth.

“Course, a few months in, Ego starts getting curious. I blank his calls and he calls my bluff. Tracks down Stakar and tells him what I’ve been doing the past few years. Stakar came to me and asked what the hell I’d been doing, and I couldn’t…”

His hands clench.

“Stakar was going to take Quill to his old man. Escorting kids was just about within the code. So I told him what Ego was doing. Had to admit I’d trafficked ten kids to their deaths. The look on his face…”

They’re almost at the loading dock, but Yondu pauses, eyes closed and teeth clenched.

“Kicked me out of the Ravagers right then and there. But Quill, he left on board. Told Ego he couldn’t find a trace of the kid, and not to contact the Ravagers for any more jobs involving his brats.”

Rocket paused next to him, eyes wide with the new information.

“You never told Quill.”

Yondu gave a choked laugh. “You know that boy. The second you tell him not to do something he’s halfway into doing it. Knew if I told him anything about his old man he’d either not believe me or go straight for him. Ignorance has always been his best defence.”

The raccoon really can’t find fault with that, and Yondu’s starting to shake off the hesitance from earlier, so Rocket pushes on with one last question.

“What does he want with him?”

“I don’t know” Yondu admits. “But considering what happened to his siblings, Quill’s in serious trouble.”

He heads into the loading bay, heading for an old mining ship that’s long since seen better days, while Rocket mulls over what he’s learned.

‘Hope the old man’s not as big a dick as you orphan boy.’

He winces as his last words to the terran run through his head. Dammit, he only said it because Quill’s Dad was supposed to be the guy someone like Peter should be allowed to get as a father. If he’d known the guy was a murderous asshole he would have kept his damn mouth shut, or at the very least shot the man that night. How the hell was he supposed to know Ego was a nutcase?

By the grace of his biggest gun, Quill better still be alive for Rocket to rescue from Ego or the raccoon will never forgive himse…Quill – he’ll never forgive Quill – for it.

Wait…there’s an obvious way to find out.

“Hey Yondu!” he yells, running into the bay. “You got any handheld radios that’ll reach the surface in here?”

The Quadrant, on Ego

Trying to land a ship the size of the Quadrant on a planet literally falling to pieces was a difficult job at the best of times. Trying to do it solo was a lesson in skill Kraglin had never wanted.

But the Captain needed him, and he was in no position to complain. Now that those strange white tentacles had freed them, he could see the Tattoo Giant running towards them, a tiny figure in his arms.

Suddenly, the radio lurched into life, and the grainy audio of Yondu’s collar phone echoed in the cabin.

“Kraglin, you hear me?”

The man lunges for the radio.

“Loud and clear Captain. You on your way up?”

Instead of the affirmative followed by cursing that he expected, Kraglin felt his heart chill when Yondu just sighed.

“Kraglin, the rodent’s on his way up. Once he gives you the order, you head out, you clear.”

The Xandarian froze.

“Kraglin! We clear?”

He swallowed.

“Cap…I can’t leave you behind. S’not right.”

Over the radio, he heard Yondu sigh again.

“I can’t leave him behind” he says. “I’ve screwed up every damn time he needed me to pull through, I need to do this.”

He doesn’t. That’s what Kraglin wants to say. His Captain had done more than anyone could have done for Peter without losing the respect of his crew. Peter won’t even be expecting him to stay.

Not like Kraglin, who through his own stupidity only has Yondu left.

“Cap…”

“You were a better first mate than I deserved Kraglin” Yondu interrupts with his usual abruptness. “Sorry you had to put up with so much crap from me.”

“Don’t say that” Kraglin snaps. “I’m the one who screwed up. I should be the one down there – head on up and I’ll extract Peter.”

Yondu just laughs.

“It don’t surprise me that the one mutiny that worked was cause you spoke up Krags” Yondu laughs. “Known for years if you wanted to take control I’d probably lose. Whole ship answered to you and you never even knew it. Expect you’ll be flying with your own crew in a few years.”

“No” Kraglin says. Forcefully enough that he can practically hear the capital. Beneath him he can hear Quill’s giant friend clambering on board. “In a few years I’ll be right where I need to be. By your side handling your new crew.”

“That aint gonna happen son” Yondu replies, and Kraglin’s knees feel weak. “Peter’s my boy, but he’s no Ravager. You’re gonna have to carry the crimson clan yourself from now on. Can’t think of a better heir to the title.”

It’s not becoming of a Ravager to cry, but Kraglin’s about ready to do just that.

“Captain…”

“Tell me Kraglin” Yondu snaps, back to business. “Tell me you heard the order. When the rodent lands, you leave.”

Kraglin’s hand tightens around the radio.

“Kraglin!”

He swallows.

“Aye, aye Captain” he chokes out.

Yondu sighs, and the man can practically see his shoulders relax.

“Good man. I might not die under the Colours of Ogord, but promise I”ll be there to wave you on when your time comes. Make me proud Kraglin.”

The radio cuts off, and Kraglin punches the control panel just as Drax arrives.

“The others will soon arrive” he states, walking over and glancing out the window. There are two figures climbing out the crevice. One’s Gamora and the other…

Huh. Guess the sister murdering didn’t work out so well. Hopefully that means she wont wanna kill Kraglin for messing up her payday either.

He pays no attention to their mad scramble to the doors. All Kraglin can look at is the crevice. Hoping, begging, that the next body out will be a centaurian lugging a red coated terran with him.

But it’s not.

It’s Rocket.

Who refuses to answer Gamora’s yells, and orders Kraglin to leave.

Drax is yelling now, realising that Quill isn’t on board. Kraglin ignores him, firing up the engines and fulfilling Yondu’s last order.

He won’t go any further than he has to. Just far enough outside the planet’s atmosphere that he can escape its gravity. If Yondu and Quill find a way out, maybe he can get to them in time. Maybe it don’t have to be the way the Captain plans…

#guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #Guardians of the Galaxy #Fanfiction #Guardians of the Galaxy vol 2 fanfiction #fanfic #spoilers #Yondu Udonta #kraglin obfonteri #Rocket Raccoon

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Big Dream Chat

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:44] Ok so in my dream there was like this old tower

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:44] I think it used to be like a hospital or hotel or something? But it was like stupid tall

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:45] And there was this gang that lived up there

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:45] And they all had weapons that were also like, musical instruments

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:46] That was like a thing in this universe I guess

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:47] So somebody (also with an instrument) would like challenge the tower and have to fight their way to the top

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:48] And there was supposedly like, some kinda prize up there

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:49] o_o

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:49] that's pretty cool holy shit

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:49] & I challenged the tower but my weapon was different cause it was like one of those old microphones back in like the 20s?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:50] And it was like a magic staff and integral to getting the prize at the top somehow

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:50] those mics are really neat looking

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:50] During these duels you had to harmonize with your opponent as well as fight them

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:50] So it was like a duet?

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:51] DUET DUEL

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:51] Duelet

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:51] And I was like dude this would be a fucking awesome game

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:51] That would be.

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:52] Also Rebecca was there for some reason

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:52] She had an electric guitar/chainsaw and she was fuckin pissed

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:52] OMFG

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:52] she gonna fuck dudes up

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:52] and by dudes I mean capcom

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 09:54] It had like lighting powers because of course it would

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:54] SCIENCE! AND A CHAINSAW! AND MUSIC!

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 09:54] -guitar riff-

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 10:01] No but honestly it cool as shit and I really wanna think about these other weapons

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 10:05] Like a violin/crossbow that shoots ghosts or something

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 10:05] holy shit

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 10:06] Final boss should be a big monster choir

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 10:07] when you say that, I think of like a pipe organ, but each pipe is a ghostcorpse fused to the others

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 10:07] and they scream just slightly out of tune with each other

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 10:08] I think of like a big gospel choir

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Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:42] but what i was going to say is i had an idea for the instrument thing

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:42] so maybe after you beat somebody you get the ability to use their weapon

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:43] like they drop a concert ticket and you can exchange it at the same place that you get upgrades

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:43] oh my god

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:43] that's amazing

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:44] also maybe a dude with like a digerido thats also a fuckin leiomano

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:49] ohsit those things!

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:49] with the shark teeth!

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:49] i could probably make a brass knuckles pun

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:51] i want to have a dude that has that Botswana heavy metal culture thing because its the coolest shit ive ever seen in my goddamn life

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:52] like? bruh

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:52] holy shit yes

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:52] DEATH METAL COWBOYS

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 11:52] that's rad af

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:53] god its so fuckin cool

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 11:53] nothing will ever top this probably

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Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:02] Sorry I don't mean to distract I just had another idea

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:02] it's cool, I'd like a distraction

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:03] A guy who's weapon is like one of those mixing boards

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:03] Like for electronic artists?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:03] And his weapon is the level itself

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:04] like, changing the level with his mixer?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:04] Yeah and like making traps and stuff

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:05] You just have to hit him once but he moves around the level

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:05] That's pretty sick, I love it

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:05] And he has like a cube on his head like daft punk

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] And like a tshirt/sweatpants combo

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] Fashion

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] Slippers maybe

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:06] with the drawstrings on the waist band visible

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] Yes

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:06] SLIPPERS WITH BUNNIES ON THEM or something else ridic like that

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:06] cubes

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] Crocodiles

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:06] cubes like his head

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:06] Oh my god

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:07] Mice

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:08] MEECES

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:09] Because deadmau5

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 12:09] HA, nice!

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:16] Carrying a mug of coffee

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:16] Takes a drink

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 12:16] Coffee spills down the front of the cube

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Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:14] http://offendedbydjinns.tumblr.com/post/155403818337/i-had-an-amazing-dream-last-night-where-i-had-to

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:12] oh fuck I should add a little pointed tail like an electrical chord

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:14] omg

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:14] i thought of it as i was posting SHYET

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:15] SICK

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:15] whoever's using Bezek is definately like the second to last boss or something

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:16] beast ass fuckin chainsaw

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:19] lightning noises? does it roar?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:20] prolly sounds like thunder clapping

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:20] and also like a fuckin sick guitar riff

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:20] fuck yes

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:21] im so excited i wanna make a whole thing now

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:21] DEWIT

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:21] it's rad as hell dude

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:24] ok ok so

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:25] broken down building

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:25] is it bad i wanna do like a semi apocalypse? soft apocalypse kinda

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:25] no, that shit is badass

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:25] where society is kinda rebuilt from the remenants of the old one cause i like that

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:26] ok so, wars maybe

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:26] unrelated to the musis stuff/before the music stuff

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:26] and then like, the choir shows up?

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:27] called by the siren song of a dying world

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:28] and theyre big and scary but they like uh, rock and roll and violence

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:28] sort of a eldritch/celestial group who prefer anarchy to order like a bunch of weirdos

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:29] so the tower maybe used to be a hotel but theyve converted it to a big concert hall slash arena

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:30] and theres a musician on every floor kinda trapped in their own weird time bubble where they dont age and cant die and whatnot

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:31] and they say theres a prize on top but theres not really the choir just hangs out there and if you make it to the top you get your own floor

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:31] which is sort of a raw deal tbh

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:32] yeah

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:32] so like does the floor get added to the top or the bottom

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:32] and if you dont make it your corpse becomes a bellhop or something idk

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:32] or somewhere in between

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:32] omfg

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:32] depending on how good your music is the higher your floor is

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:33] and the memphis rod is special cause its the only weapon that can kill the choir

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:33] or at least get rid of them

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:34] so that would be like an actual reward and all the musicians can leave this fuckin building and get to go outside for a change goddamn

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:34] they cant go to each others floors either its super boring

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:36] they all leave and theyre like o shit its been a while remember when i kicked your ass that was great

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:45] omg

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:45] can they communicate between floors

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:45] like with a lobby phone?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:45] no

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:46] awh

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:46] do they get to do anything fun with the bellhops?

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:46] is there roomservice? or snack machines?

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:46] do they get free ice?

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:46] yes and yes and yes

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 15:46] fuck yes

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:47] the bellhops are super helpful and its a nice hotel but they have no will of their own whatsoever and are not fun at parties

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:49] and the floors are very fancy and spacious

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 15:50] so id be fun for a while but then its like wait shit im stuck here

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Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:02] Oh shit!!!

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:03] I'll needs to make a new rock n roll guy cause I can't use Rebecca lmao

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:07] Rebecca with a goatee

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:07] evil alternate universe rebecca

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:07] I

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:08] Bright blue spiked hair, longish

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:08] Painted face like kiss

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:09] DO IT

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:09] LEA👏THER👏JAC👏KET👏

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:09] kiss references are the best

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:10] Fingerless gloves! Punk rock anger machine!

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:12] YES

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:16] Yeeeeee!!!!!

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:16] Highly favored. Choir is a big fan

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:17] The shopkeeper is like

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:18] Shaped like the witch woman from spirited away and just as big

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:18] excellent

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:18] beeeeeeg

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:18] And has like a big goofy powdered conductors wig

TacitKaiju, [04.01.17 17:18] omg

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:19] And a bunch of spindly arms and its face is like a void

Flaccid Pancake, [04.01.17 17:19] And he just upgrades your weapons and shit

#dream journal #i have no idea what to call this story #i really wanna name it after a song but ehhhhh

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