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lazaefair · 4 years

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Has anyone done the Disney Princess AU yet

Part 1 - written by me, @poemsingreenink, and @iwritesometimes

poemsingreenink: Like, if anyone has big, soft innocent eyes it's Marwan who I swear to god looks near happy tears in most intense scenes. I at one point during Aladdin in theaters thought "You know Jafar's maybe just not had a great life. He's really having a day here." BECAUSE OF HIS BIG SOFT EYES.

lazaefair: LUCA MARINELLI HIMSELF SAID IT

sarah: HOWWWWW DID HE EVEN GET CAST AS JAFAR LIKE THOSE ARE DISNEY PRINCESS EYES

lazaefair: I...I need somone to draw Joe in a Disney Princess dress

sarah: but WHICH PRINCESS i feel like belle's off the shoulder gold ballgown has promise

lazaefair: Ariel’s pink gown would really drive the point home, though Although you’re right, Belle is a literate, dreamy brunette who loves poetry, so she’s closer as an archetype

sarah: i'll be honest: i was mostly thinking of getting his shoulders nude

lazaefair: Nicky is Ariel. Big blue eyes, otherworldly, utterly uncivilized.

sarah: YES

So imagine: Prince Yusuf, who had a giant statue of himself gifted to him on his birthday, and who hates it because his best friend (and immortal general of the army) Andromache is NEVER GOING TO LET HIM LIVE IT DOWN.

Also imagine: feral merman siren Nicolò who bites off fishheads and communicates through weird clicking noises, when he’s not singing men to their deaths. He’s not one of those useless pretty koi mermaids, no. He’s a motherfucking creature of the deep. Lamp eyes that are used to distract fish prey. Claws and pale fins and an intense stare and fangs.

Now imagine: Prince Yusuf going overboard in the storm that hits his royal yacht. Struggling, swept away, half-drowned and losing hope fast when an unearthly song fills the air, low and sweet and compelling. He’s swimming towards the singing before he realizes it, delirious, until something closes around his ankle and drags him under. The thing under the water kills him quickly.

And then kills him again, when it doesn’t take. After the third killing, Nicolò’s on his way to being well and truly mystified (“Okay, don't panic. They all die eventually, maybe...maybe I’ll just need to do it again?”) and gives up after the fourth and fifth killing. He drags his (attempted) prey to a little sheltered island he knows about, kills it one last time just to make sure, and then watches, resigned, as the flesh heals up and the lungs push water out until it’s coughing its way back to undeniable life.

“You rescued me,” is the first thing Yusuf says to him. “Your song – it is the song of my heart. My soul.”

Nicolò...has no idea what to do with this, coughs awkwardly in reply, and leaves before he can think too hard about the warmth in his chest answering to the warmth in the human’s expressive, grateful eyes.

(He doesn’t tell Yusuf the truth about their bloody first meeting until years later. It’s too goddamn embarrassing, to be perfectly honest.)

Of course he comes back within a day, almost shamefully quickly. Unable to help being fascinated by this gorgeous, well-spoken, kind and generous human who cannot die. He starts bringing things to Yusuf: at first just fish, then interesting-shaped fragments of rock and coral, and then bits of treasure he’s collected over the years, just to hear what new poetic turn of phrase Yusuf will spout on the spot when he’s given something.

“...this is my family crest on this treasure chest, Nicolò. How strange.”

“It is the chest you said your great-great-grandfather lost,” Nicolò says, the words coming out dry and halting from long years of disuse. Watching Yusuf’s hands as he traces the elaborate lines engraved on the lid, now blurred with rust and coral.

“That’s amazing. Truly. I am at a loss for words,” Yusuf says, smiling.

“No, you aren’t,” Nicolò says, and keeps watching so he can see the moment when the smile turns into a laugh.

Another day, he brings to Yusuf what Booker had told him was called a ‘dinglehopper’ and was what humans used to keep their hair in order, as they did not have the ocean to spread it out like beautiful seaweed in the waves. Yusuf takes it, mouth twitching in a way that makes Nicolò doubt the accuracy of Booker’s explanation. Yet Yusuf does not correct him, but in fact solemnly thanks him before offering the dinglehopper back and asking him to help untangle his riot of curls.

And so it goes. Days pass. Fascination becomes infatuation, turns to desire and then into love, until neither can imagine living without the other, and yet—

Eventually, Nicolò has to give Yusuf up. The prince is too noble and good to just abandon his people indefinitely. And because Nicolò loves him, he goes out and once more lures a ship in with his song, but not to dash it to pieces on jagged rocks this time. He leads them to the island. Watches from a distance as the astonished shouting begins, then back-pounding hugs and joyous celebration as Yusuf boards the ship and sails away. Watches Yusuf turn back more than once to scan the beach, clearly looking for Nicolò, but Nicolò does not follow. Instead, he watches until the ship is lost to his sight and he cannot feel the ship’s current or smell, and then he dives deep and goes to visit Merrick.

Meanwhile, Yusuf arrives back at the capital, where his other best friend, Quỳnh (immortal admiral of the navy) feels terribly guilty about the prince going overboard on his birthday. Which is why she uncharacteristically doesn’t give him shit when he comes back babbling nonsense about mermaids. Or when he spends the next few weeks moping around, writing mermaid poetry and drawing mermaid pictures.

To be fair to him, the particular mermaid he sketches over and over does look pretty striking. Otherworldly and all that. Good cheekbones. Nice pearly scales. “Fucking...giant anglerfish eyes,” Quỳnh mutters while she and Andy look over the latest pile of sketches Yusuf’s left abandoned on a library table. “Our prince has been fucking bewitched by a fucking fish.”

“Mm,” Andy agrees.

So when Nicolò arrives at the palace one fine summer’s day – naked, his fangs smoothed away to look perfectly human, a giant emerald in one hand and a silver fork in the other – and walking, on legs, it causes a bit of an uproar.

“You still smell like the sea,” Yusuf says hoarsely into Nicolò’s neck, the two of them wrapped around each other as closely as two bodies can be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy says, lowering her axe. Quỳnh looks more closely at the dirty naked wild man their prince is embracing as if his life depends on it. Angular face. Skin encrusted with salt. Absolutely enormous piercing blue eyes. Naked, did we mention naked.

“Oh, fuck,” Quỳnh says.

“You get them separated,” Andy says. “I’ll go...get them a bath.”

The price Nicolò paid for his new human shape:

His siren song.

His immortality.

What he gets in return:

Yusuf teaching him what a dinglehopper is actually called, and what humans actually use it for.

Yusuf teaching him how to read and write his native tongue, and a few other tongues besides.

Yusuf reading poetry to him or sketching next to him on long lazy afternoons in the gardens.

The immense pleasure of intimidating the fuck out of any remaining would-be suitors for Yusuf’s hand in marriage who are still hanging around the palace for some reason.

“I am Nicolò di Genova,” Nicolò replies to the marquis’s indignant demands – predator’s smile still frightening even without endless rows of needle-sharp teeth. “You have seven days to leave this place forever. Get your affairs in order.”

Friendship with Andy and Quỳnh.

“Holy shit. Did he just—”

“—stab the marquis with a fork, at dinner, in front of the entire court? Yep.”

“...”

“New best friend.”

“Obviously.”

Yusuf writing poetry about him and to him. Nicolò likes them all. He wouldn't know a good human poem from a bad human poem, but nothing Yusuf touches could be bad, so ergo it's good.

Sightseeing throughout the kingdom with Yusuf’s strong, gentle fingers twined around his.

Yusuf breathing blissful curses into Nicolò’s ear, exactly like he used to do on their island, as they move together on his enormous bed.

Yusuf. Yusuf. Yusuf.

(Booker is also there. He insisted on being turned human, too, and coming along to make sure Nicolò doesn’t totally fuck this up, but he’s really mainly there for the entertainment. And the booze. Andy asks him at one point about losing his immortality. He shrugs. “Look, if we die, we die,” he says, then offers Andy another pour of fine French brandy. The two of them get along famously.)

It’s all going great until one night on the beach, while they’re walking along hand-in-hand under the stars and idly discussing human and merfolk constellations. Someone approaches them, dressed splendidly and moving with arrogant grace. He is also angular, also fair-haired, also possessed of unsettling eyes. And he has Nicolò’s siren song, gently humming from the shell that adorns his neck.

“Merrick,” Nicolò hisses as Yusuf’s eyes grow glazed and blank, and he tightens his hand on Yusuf’s, afraid for the first time. “Our deal—”

“He can’t bear the idea of living forever without you, can he? And so he hasn’t proposed,” Merrick says, smiling cruelly. “You’ve missed your chance. He’s mine.” And he extends his hand out to Yusuf—

Who stirs, suddenly, and turns to Nicolò. “Limpid, or shimmering?”

“What?”

“Shimmering,” Yusuf decides, peering into Nicolò’s eyes. “Yes. Limpid would be too pretentious, I think.”

And that’s pretty much that – we don’t actually get the plot with Merrick the Sea Witch because Yusuf only has eyes for one weird-looking white guy. Also, his one artistic failing is that he's tone deaf.

They do eventually kill Merrick because true love wins out and we are all about those happy endings, Grimm’s can suck it, etcetera, so Nicolò gets his immortality and his siren song back. He’s also back to being a merman, but Yusuf does not care. “I could paint your beautiful tail for the rest of my life, my love, and still fail to capture the luminous iridescence of you,” he murmurs, stroking said tail with tender fingers. The last person to touch Nicolò’s tail got his hand bitten off. Here and now, Nicolò runs his claws through Yusuf’s hair, clicking deep and happy in his throat.

(“This is weird, right?” Quỳnh asks from where she and Andy are busy scraping evil kraken guts off their armor, a prudent distance down the beach from the lovers. “I’m not the only one who thinks it’s weird?”

Andy says nothing, just offers Quỳnh the rest of her bottle of vodka. This is why Quỳnh loves her so.)

(The wedding is a nightmare, at least according to the palace chef charged with cooking the wedding feast. “What is this, this, abomination? What in heaven’s name have you brought into my kitchen!”

“Tubeworm,” Booker says. “Considered a fine delicacy among our people. Don’t worry about it.”)

#the old guard #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #kaysanova #disney princess au #by lazaefair

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 15

A/N : So i’ve got a couple of things in the works. I’ve got a 3 maybe four part Andy Barber series bc... daddy. I also have a Chris Evans one shot and i’m working on a Sebastian Stan one too. Lots of things coming up.

I’m still taking requests though. I look forward to hearing from you. Please don’t be shy i write for all.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome

Why Him? MASTERLIST

Warning: SMUT... FILTH!

Enjoy...

Claudia’s POV

“Fuck” i groan as i pull myself up onto my bare feet, my head is really killing. I look around the room to find no sign of Ransom but the bedroom door is open slightly.

As i stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, i notice my make makeup is still on, i was clearly too exhausted and lazy to remove it. I decide to wash my face, waking myself up properly. My mind decides to go blank when i try to recall the events that took place last night.

The only thing i can remember so far is dirty dancing to tease Ransom. I shove my hair into a messy bun and dress myself before brushing my teeth, my breath is rank. I head downstairs, taking my time.

“Morning baby” i chirp as i head over to the couch where he is sitting. No response. What did i do? I don’t remember much. “Babe” still no answer. It’s like he’s blanking me.

I feel this uncomfortable sensation in my vagina. My face starts to screw up as i remember that before we left last night that Ransom inserted a sex toy inside of me. I stand up from my spot and head to the bathroom to fish it out. It’s covered in my juices. I wash it off and take it back into the living room.

“Here’s your little toy” i toss it into his lap and still nothing. I’m worried now. Did i do something wrong last night? He’s not even looking my way. I stand in front of the TV and i turn it off.

“I was watching that” he snaps, taking me back a little. “Finally he speaks” i smirk. “Oh so now you want me to speak to you huh? You seemed to enjoy running from me last night. Couldn’t get further away” he stands up, towering over me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Did i do something wrong last night? Other than apparently run away from you” i furrow my brows in confusion.

“Let’s see shall we? First you were grinding all over Darcy in front of me to tease me which worked by the way, then you were grinding all over me and to be honest i didn’t mind. I was looking forward to some nasty sex when we got back but you decided to be rude towards me, telling me i deserved to be teased. Then when we get home, you ran upstairs, locked yourself in our room and when i get inside i find you asleep on our bed” he sighs and i can’t believe what he just said.

“Our bed?” i question, walking towards him slowly. “Well, you’ve stayed in it enough times now right?” i can’t help but blush. I force myself in front of him. Standing between him and the kitchen counter. I place my hands on his cheeks, leaning my forehead against his. “What’s mine is yours” he whispers.

“I’m sorry about last night, i thought it would just lead to steamy sex but i guess last minute i decided it would be fun to tease you more” he chuckles.

“Oh that was hot as fuck, i couldn’t get enough but the running away bothered me. I told myself that your punishment could wait and now i think it’s waited long enough” i bite my lip at the thought of what he could mean. I wonder what he’s gonna do.

“Someone clearly needs a good spanking before they get fucked into next week” please do. I turn around for him, bending myself over the counter, ready to receive the spanking.

“Fuck doll, you look so fucking hot like this” he grabs both my ass cheeks, squeezing them before he raises his hands. He slams them down onto my ass, making me wince. I hear him walk away from me and then seconds later i feel hard sting upon my ass cheeks.

“What was that?” i turn my head to see he’s got his belt in his hands. “Count with me doll” he growls. “1″ his voice is low and husky as we count to 10 together. My ass is sore and i don’t know if i can even sit down.

I feel the head of his dick push into me slowly. “Ah fuck” i whisper as he slams the rest of his size into me aggressively.

“You’re gonna fucking learn how to behave” thrust “Dancing on me like that last night like a little fucking whore begging to be pounded like this” thrust “Is this what you wanted huh slut?” his words are making it impossible for me not to cum soon. “You’re gonna make me cum daddy” i whine as he pulls out and slams back in just as hard.

“Now i think you need to wait until you cum princess” he pulls out of me entirely and i whinge at the halt in pleasure. “Come here” i turn and he picks me up, placing me down on the kitchen island. I flinch as my ass touches the cold marble, it’s resting on it just about.

“Spread those legs, let me see that pussy” i open my legs for him and he stares at me in my entirety.

“Please fuck me daddy” i beg, he chuckles as he walks towards me. He slides himself back inside, his dick curving upwards because of the position. Reaching all the right spots.

“Oh my god. Yes daddy” i place my hands on his chest as my head falls back. “Take it doll” he groans as he continues to fuck me senseless. Just how i like it.

“You gonna cum?” he asks and i nod “Yes daddy” he pulls out again. He leans down and his face is inches away from my sex. He starts slurping and sucking all of me like he’s not eaten for days. My back arches and my head falls back again as i tug at his hair. This is pure heaven.

He spits all over my pussy before slamming into me again. He picks me up, dick still inside of me and i wrap my legs around him. He walks us over to the living room and he sits down on the floor. I’m now on top of him.

“Ride me princess. I promise you can cum this time” i go for it, bouncing on his dick like i’ve never done before. His eyes start rolling back as i push him closer to his edge. I feel it coming and soon enough i clench around him, he twitches. I feel my orgasm wash over me. “That was incredible” i pant as i sit there, still on his dick. “Sex with us is always good” he smirks as he gets up. My legs wrap around him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby doll” he carries me up the stairs so we can shower and change but i feel him thrusting inside of me as we walk. “Mhmm daddy” he chuckles. “You like that huh? That pussy just can’t get enough can it?” he grunts as he pushes me up against the wall of his room.

He starts thrusting hard and rough. “Daddy shit” this is incredible. I’ve never known him to be able to go so soon after the first time. “You’re gonna take it” he demands as he puts me down, bending me over. My hands pressed to the wall for some support. “Fucking take it” he growls, pulling my hair so my back is arching. This feels incredible.

“Daddy please” i can feel it inching closer. “I don’t wanna hear another word until you cum” he starts grunting as his thrusts get more aggressive, the sound of skin slapping together is driving me crazy. He reaches his hand forward to rub my clit.

“Such a good little slut for me. Cum on this dick baby” my eyes roll back and i let go, all over him. He doesn’t stop there. He places me down on the edge of the bed, continuing to thrust. “Daddy, i’m gonna cum again” i whimper. “What did i say bitch? Not a word” it’s coming again. I can’t stop it.

“Ah FUCK” he groans as he pulls out and i squirt. “SHIT” he stops.

“I’ll never get used to how you look when you do that” i stand up, immediately falling to the floor. My legs are like jelly.

“Was daddy too rough with you doll? Did i fuck you too much?” i shake my head and he shoves his hard dick in my face.

“I think you need to show daddy how grateful you are” i wrap my mouth around him, immediately bobbing my head up and down, licking him as i go. I pull off with a pop and he shoves himself back into my mouth. “Such a good slut, letting daddy fuck your face like this” i whimper against his shaft, he continuously hits the back of my throat.

“Now suck, make me cum” i get to work, sucking. I spit on his dick, using it as lube to jerk him as i suck. I look up at him with wide eyes. I can tell it’s driving him insane, he’s close. Shortly after i feel him come undone. His seed fills my mouth and i swallow it all as i release his dick.

He helps me up from the floor. “That was incredible. Now let’s actually get you cleaned up” he chuckles as we walk to the bathroom.

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I look over at him as we start getting dressed for the day and i feel it in my stomach, those 3 words. It’s too soon to say it and i don’t want to scare him. But surely if i feel it i should say it right? i go to speak up but i stop myself.

He walks up behind me as i do my makeup and he pulls me back against his torso. “Baby” he tickles me and i squeal.

I shove him away “I’m still getting ready” he waves it off, leaning down to pepper kisses along the back of my neck. I hear my phone go off on the bed. “Could you check that for me?” he picks it up “It’s a follow request from Meg on Instagram” he goes to delete it but i stop him.

“Don’t. I want to at least see what she wants. Press accept” he does before walking away. Holding his hands up in surrender. Minutes later she messages. I get Ransom to read it out to me.

‘Hi Claudia, I just wanted to follow you to ask if you had any work experience going at Vogue’ strange question. I tell Ransom what to reply with.

‘Hi Meg, we don’t unfortunately but i can make sure my boss knows to keep me posted if anything comes up. Hope you’re okay’ send. He throws my phone back down onto the bed. Once i finish getting ready we go downstairs.

“How would you feel about meeting my friends tomorrow, after work? Could meet for food or just coffee before you head home” i was wondering when he’d ask this.

“I’d love to” i grin as i sit next to him on the couch. “It’ll be nice to finally show you off” he plants a kiss on my lips, smiling as he pulls away. “I best get going soon. I need to sort through some paper work before the meetings that i have tomorrow” i pout, not wanting to leave his side. “I can drop you home after we have some lunch then yeah?” he suggests and i nod.

I don’t like this back and forth shit. I want to be with him all the time. Come home from work to him and wake up next to him. It’s crazy how in just a few weeks how far we’ve come.

I love him.

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veryveryverytemporarily · 4 years

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Perfect

Sort of a match for robron week 2020 day 1. And chapter 1 of 2 chapters.

Ao3 link here.

There must have been a reason why Robert arrived at the age of twenty-one still a virgin; some half-formed idea that your first time was meant to mean something and then it had gone on longer than he ever intended.

Of course, the press had loved it; hanging onto the railings outside the TV set where the teen drama that made him famous was filmed. Cameras flashing with one single purpose; to catch a shot of the purity ring that he wore on the fourth finger of his left hand.

He slowed from a run to a walk and reached for the ring where it still hung on a chain around his neck, leaned against the sea wall that looked out over the bay.

There were seagulls. He watched them soar over waves whipped up by the east coast winds. They looked happy enough – happy and carefree.

There was a frantic whispering behind him. Automatically he pulled his hood up and hunched his shoulders, waiting until the sound of footsteps receded. A glimpse of ankle socks and black school shoes on the newly tarmacked promenade, followed by a shrill voice screaming, ‘It is him; I told you!’

Alone again he clasped his hands together. His palms were sweaty, and not from the run; it was a big day ahead.

‘It’s too much pressure. If anything, it encourages more focus on the physical side of things; not less,’ his mum, Sarah, had said once upon a time. She hadn’t known he was listening outside the door. She’d held up a tabloid which had his picture on the corner of the front page, caught in the garden messing about with a hose pipe, the water gushing over him. He could see the headline still: How long can teen heart-thRob keep himself cool as temperatures rise around him?

He was fifteen at the time.

‘He should be able to live like a normal kid!’

But what was normal? How was he supposed to know even?

His dad thought the ring protected him. And his agent had loved it, pointing out the positives of a wholesome public image.

And then anyway everything had changed. His Mum had died. He’d painted on a smile for the cameras while the blackest times played out behind the scenes. Then there were the fights, and well, he’d been suspended from the show age seventeen, and he’d never gone back.

For a while there’d been Katie, and even though he wasn’t sure why anymore, they’d both agreed to wait until the wedding, and he’d thought he’d been redeemed. Even got a role with the Shakespeare Youth Company, a chance to relaunch his career.

But the paparazzi had got a picture of him leaving a hotel with the older woman in the fur coat, and she’d lied, and said they’d gone the whole way. Andy was waiting to take Katie away, the distance with his Dad became a chasm. He stopped showing up for rehearsals.

And now, a couple of years on, here he was.

He followed the smooth inner circle of the ring with his finger tip, elbows still resting on the wall. The tide was in. Maybe today was the day, he thought: How easy it would be to just unfasten the chain and let it fall into the cold grey waves, and after, to just turn around and walk away.

***

‘Where did you say you were staying?’

‘Filey.’

’At this time of year? And you’re staying in a youth hostel, did you say? Is there even one in Filey?’

‘A hotel.’

‘Well, who’s paying for that, love?’

‘It’s a job, like you’ve been banging on about? A photoshoot; all expenses paid.’

‘I don’t know. Maybe Paddy should join you.’

‘Mum, I’m seventeen, not seven. I’m fine. A couple of days and I’ll be back.’

Ever since she’d seen the dating App on his phone, she’d been on his case, doing his head in. So, what if he wasn’t old enough; he’d downloaded it more out of curiosity than anything. And anyway, he’d only used it once or twice and then deactivated, not because she was right, but because he’d got tired of turning down weirdos and pervy older blokes.

He walked into the dining-room, cutlery and linen laid out for breakfast service, sat down at an empty table. He flinched at the rare sighting of morning sunshine streaming in through the windows from outside, where seagulls divebombed hapless walkers hoping for scraps.

‘…a flawless family hotel with a reputation for fine cuisine…’ Adam had read out loud on his phone as they waited to say goodbye at the coach station the afternoon before. He’d sucked his teeth. ‘Does that mean they have like really small portions?’

Aaron frowned over the breakfast menu, then asked for toast.

The photographer, Marc, had already sent scouts over a week before on a location search; the remote outdoors he wanted, sand dunes and haram grass, most of all privacy. And yes, he did know this was Costa del Yorkshire, but the natural light and the ambience were perfect for what he had in mind.

Aaron had caught up with him yesterday when he arrived, but he hadn’t met the model yet.

He was examining his plate with something approaching alarm, when the blond came in through the garden door; freckles, long hair, long limbs in a blue tracksuit.

He turned back to his breakfast, prodded cautiously with his fork at something on his plate that looked suspiciously like black pudding.

‘Need to put a name to perfection? Allow me to introduce myself.’

His eyebrows shot up; the blond was attempting to chat up the waitress.

He turned his chin discreetly so he could listen in.

From the corner of his eyes he could see that he’d raised both arms, curling his wrists to show off his biceps which as far as Aaron could tell were nonexistent.

‘See those guns? Those are for the ladies,’ the blond said, leaning way back in his chair. And then he puckered his lips and planted a kiss on his sleeve. ‘So, if you’re a lady, you could be in luck.’

Aaron either coughed or choked.

When the blond looked round, he banged a fist against his chest, indicating his plate.

Good for the waitress that she seemed quite savvy. She spoke with an Eastern European accent, gesturing with her pen.

‘So, what’s under the table, then?’

‘Oh, that’s for a special occasion. But play your cards right, and your name might just get added to the guest list.’

‘Let me know the date of the occasion, and I’ll pack my magnifying glass,’ she answered.

Aaron snorted again, this time he didn’t try to disguise it.

Their eyes locked, the blond with steely accusation as Aaron turned down the corners of his mouth.

What a dick!

Arrogant - but not just that, the whole conversation had been a complete car crash.

But it was none of his business, he had more important things to think about. He inhaled a mouthful of tea, decided on one more piece of toast, and then checked his phone to see if Marc had sent a message about when they were due to start.

***

Back in his room, Aaron put on some black eye liner, picked up his key card and put it in his pocket, then pulled up the handle on his makeup case and wheeled it into the hall.

What he really wanted to do was work in the film industry; a chance to use his skills in silicone prosthetics.

‘First, I’ll take a cast, and then make a replica, and then paint it,’ he’d explained to Adam that time he’d asked him to be a guinea pig.

‘A cast of what?’ Adam had asked nervously.

‘Well not that, obviously! Your arm will do, you numpty! It’s a project, right, for my portfolio? And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t….’

He’d kind of blushed. It was a long couple of years ago now since there’d been that confusing time which had eventually led to him coming out. The time he’d tried to kiss Adam, which still made him cringe inside when he thought about it.

‘It’s alright, you idiot. I still love you, okay,’ Adam had said. ‘I think deep down I always knew even if you were in denial about it. And now you’ll be able to find a nice bloke, yeah?’

Which was easy enough to say; he’d waited while all the kids at school moved on from one crush to the next, and then started to date. Until he felt like he was the only one still wondering what it was all about.

Then when he’d started college, all at once a load of blokes started to hit on him, and he’d agreed to see the ones he liked, and started exploring and enjoying the physical side of things.

But he still hadn’t had an actual relationship.

‘Honestly bro! You’re so picky! No one’s perfect, you just need to give someone a chance, yeah?’ Adam had said.

But what if there was someone perfect? It was just a feeling; but what if somewhere there was someone meant just for him? Wasn’t that worth holding out for?

He took the elevator up a couple of floors.

It had been his tutor’s gig, but then he’d got ill at the last minute and asked Aaron to go in his place. Male model, glamour, he’d said, then added hastily, not boudoir or anything like that, while Aaron felt his throat flush threatening to spread up to his face. ‘And it’ll be good to have something else to put in your portfolio with that…’ he’d hesitated as if he was searching for the right word; ‘…prosthetic. So, make the most of it.’

‘Bro! Is he gonna be ripped?’ Inevitably Adam had teased him about it. ‘What if it’s love at first sight?’

He’d ignored him, of course, but he couldn’t deny the slight fluttering in his stomach right now. He knocked on Marc’s door, waited until it was opened, then stepped inside.

A big double bed dominated the small room. There were prints scattered over it of local bays and coastal paths supplied by the scouts, and Marc’s laptop open with the fan blowing hard. Above the headboard there was a glowering seascape of a fishing boat in trouble over turbulent waters.

There was an old-fashioned dressing table with a folding mirror opposite the bed, and on the upholstered stool in front of it, sitting the wrong way round with his elbows balanced behind him, was the blond from breakfast.

Aaron turned back to Marc.

Even before he’d got the question out, he knew the answer; but it was too late, and anyway, by then he’d decided to enjoy it.

‘Where’s your model, then?’ he asked, looking searchingly about the room.

He saw the blond half close his eyes.

***

‘You know that meme…the one that goes …oh hello it’s you… it’s going to be you…’ he said later, on the phone to Adam.

‘Yeah?’

‘Well, basically, it was that... only this was…goodbye, it’s not you…it’s not going to be you…’

‘Oh man! I suppose you could just come back.’

‘Nah, I’d better see it through.’

The thing was there was something he hadn’t told Adam, something he felt he shouldn’t tell because it wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t really his place. And a model and a makeup artist, well, before anything else there had to be trust.

***

Trust? – His very first job and he’d blown it.

Of course, Marc had introduced them and Aaron found out who the blond was; Robert Sugden - he remembered something about a teen on a daytime TV show when he was in primary school.

‘Are you sure he’s qualified? How old is he? Looks like a twelve-year old.’ Robert asked.

‘Basically, your fan base, then.’

‘Why, are you planning on joining? Succumb to the inevitable?’

Their eyes locked again, just like at breakfast, until Robert looked down at Aaron’s makeup case.

‘What products are you using? Dior? Guerlain? M.A.C?’

‘Erm, Wet n Wild, and just Boots own brand, really. It’s alright.’

He thought back to the weekend, trying to slip disposable lip wands in his pocket while Adam turned on the charm with the girl at the chemists.

It was Marc who broke the impasse.

‘We’ve got an hour until the transports here. Just get it done. And remember Aaron, raw and natural, alright?’

And then he’d gone, leaving them to it.

Aaron sighed.

So the model wasn’t what he’d hoped for. The best most generous description he could come up with for this one was your boy next door type - and he wasn’t feeling particularly generous.

But he needed to put that behind him now. He needed to stop thinking of Robert as a person, and focus on him as an art project; nothing more, just something to put in his portfolio.

He checked the lighting around the mirror and unzipped the makeup case. Robert sat forward, eyeing his reflection, a finger smoothing down an eyebrow.

He chose a nude primer for the blond’s eyes to start with.

‘Swivel.’

‘You what?’

‘Just move round to face me,’ he snapped.

He squeezed out some of the primer onto his finger tip, took a breath and started at last, dabbing the make up on under his eye.

Finally, they were both quiet.

He gently worked the primer into the corner of his eye, then blended down just onto the cheek bone, while the blonde looked up at the ceiling with green eyes that changed every so often like turns of a kaleidoscope.

Now he was actually this close, the thing that struck him was how good he smelt. He must have showered, sat there now in faded jeans and a grey T-shirt, smelling like a field of flowers, or like strawberries and melon, like those cups of chopped fresh fruit that you got with a plastic spoon from the chiller in the coffee shop at college, when you had a hangover.

‘Close your eyes a mo...’

He put some primer on his eyelids, picked up a brush and started to work it softly into his deep sockets.

The other thing was his skin. However reluctant he was to admit it, it was impressive. Fine, and poreless, just few hormone pimples on the T-line, he guessed his age around twenty. And then the glorious 3D effect that only freckles can bring, so you feel you’re looking into a sea of gold.

He sat back. He wouldn’t use primer on that, just some sheer foundation with uv protection and bronzer. Nude lips, he swallowed, shimmer on his eyes and eyeliner gel. Looked back at his jawline again.

He would need to blend down his throat.

He grimaced, he should have already thought of this. Rookie error.

‘Can you take your T-shirt off?’

‘And careful!’ he warned as the blond reached back pulling it up over his shoulder and off over his head.

It wasn’t a hot day, maybe it was where they were sitting with the sun coming in through the window pane, but the temperature in the room seemed to suddenly soar. And that fruit cup smell, now there was something sharp and tangy about it, making his mouth water when it was still hours to lunch.

He noticed he was wearing a chain, it seemed the safest thing to look at. There was a ring on it; and then he saw the writing. ‘True Love Waits.’

He blinked. He’d never seen one before, but he knew what it was instantly.

It was so unexpected.

And then the things about Robert that had jarred all at once seemed to make more sense; the awkward chat up lines.

His mind flashed back to breakfast; so when the blond had said, ‘That’s for a special occasion,’ he wasn’t joking; he’d actually meant it!

Robert had raised his hand around the ring, his eyes watching Aaron’s face.

He thought about saying something - something along the lines of... Look, I don’t judge, alright? Whatever people choose to do, or not to do, as long as it feels right for you and doesn’t hurt anyone else. But somehow he couldn’t quite say them aloud.

‘You’ll need to take it off.’ He gestured vaguely in the direction of the chain. ‘Maybe keep it in your pocket?’ he added gently.

He watched his long fingers move to the catch of the chain, then open it.

Of course he was still a dick. It wasn’t as if the ring made him a better person, or a worse person.

But it did make him a more complicated person.

And then Robert had turned again towards him, holding the ring out.

‘Will you take it for me? I won’t be able to wear it on the shoot, and I need someone to trust with it,’ he said. ‘Can I trust you with it?’

Aaron swallowed.

‘Course you can, course!’

#robron week #rw2020 #robron fic #my fic #chapter 1/2

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clarketomylexa · 4 years

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trick or treat

Clarke usually likes to keep an orderly household.

She thinks Lexa has rubbed off on her in that way, which is good because they’ve been together for six years now and out of any habit she could have picked up, she’s glad it’s the one that makes their household a little tidier come back-to-school season.

Halloween tends to get away from her though.

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It feels like they’ve just gotten back into a routine after the craziness of summer vacation — the juggling shifts to eke out three uninterrupted weeks with the girls and drowning in Hobby Lobby craft projects to keep morale high through August — and here they are now, already fighting with witches hats pink tulle.

She’s still finding pumpkin stains on the table runner in the dining room despite putting newspaper down when they carved and they’ve pulled three all-nighters this week alone trying to finish costumes that were decided upon at the very last minute.

Next year, Clarke is going to introduce an ‘all costume requests have to be submitted by May’ policy, if only to salvage her own sanity.

She picks a tuft of beige fluff up off the carpet, flicking it into the wicker waste-basket. At least it’s already the night of; tomorrow the pumpkin carving and costume stress that has been hanging over her for the past month will be over.

(She wonders if she can get out of hosting Thanksgiving this year).

Crossing the room, she leans against the ensuite door, pursing her lips against the smell of hairspray and hot hair. Lexa doesn’t see her immediately — if she had, Clarke is sure she costume would have rendered more of a reaction — but she’s happy to escape the craziness of downstairs for a moment to watch her fiancée wrap a lock of blond hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

“Remember to listen to Katie’s Mom tonight, OK?”

“OK,” the nine-year-old poised on the vanity nods — a tiny dip of her head so as not to jostle the way her ringlets have been arranged in their ponytail — but doesn’t take her eyes off the iPad sitting in the nest of red fabric in her lap.

(The sight reminds Clarke to change the password again. She thinks having it as her birthday — the same as the alarm code and the HBO PIN — is making it too easy for little hands to sneak extra screen time when they aren’t looking).

A moment passes and Lexa allows the coil of hair to slide off the barrel of the iron, spritzing it with hairspray before arranging it next to the rest. She picks up the red ribbon sitting on the vanity and tucks it nimbly through the elastic keeping Andy’s ponytail in place and Clarke really shouldn’t be surprised by the ease in which she does it — six years worth of recital hairstyling has meant that there is nothing Lexa can’t do with her hands.

“We should rename it Salon de Lexa up here,” she grins when Lexa looks up, gesturing to the curling iron, bobby-pins and elastics littered across the vanity. Usually, it’s cleaner than it is now — even with three girls’ hair to do in the mornings — but usually, Lexa isn't curling ringlets into Sandy Olsen’s hair.

Lexa’s eyes widen slightly, fingers tight around the bow in Andy’s hair as they drop to Clarke’s bare midriff and the red and navy polyester of her costume before she composes herself and lifts Andy off the vanity.

“Only if I’m being tipped,” she wagers, grinning at Andy who looks at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that to see the way her hair looks — perfect of course, thanks to Lexa’s careful styling.

The red, felt ‘R’ for Rydell High sits brightly against the white of her jersey, her red peter pan collar folded over the top true to the movie they spent an hour and a half scrubbing through for reference when Andy told them she wanted to be Sandy for Halloween this year — pre-makeover Sandy for course, Katie would be the one wearing the black cat-suit and Clarke has to admit she’s glad her child won’t be the one wandering around the neighbourhood in skin-tight pants tonight — and Clarke may be biased but she’s pretty sure Andy is the sweetest Sandy Olsen she’s ever seen.

“Go downstairs and get Tía to write Mom’s phone number on your arm, Dee,” instructs once Andy looks satisfied.

“Mom!” Andy squeaks in protest — it totally isn’t cool to have your Mom write her phone number on your arm when you’re nine-years-old — but Clarke stands firm. They’ve talked about this. This year is the first they’ve deemed her old enough to go trick or treating by herself — with adult supervision of course — but their decision came with stipulations.

“It’s that or you can go trick or treating with Tía and Aunty O."

Andy frowns at that; the gears in her head whirring. She’s taller than she was six years ago, her hair is longer and her face is thinner — her baby fat lost to gymnastics and elementary school beep tests — and she only has three baby teeth left but Clarke thinks she’s finally beginning to understand her Mom a little better when she tells Clarke she’ll always be her baby. Even with an actual baby in the house, Andy never stopped being three-years-old to her.

“Fine,” she says eventually, her frown still intact as she folds the cover over the iPad, telling Lexa ‘thank you Mom’ before slinking downstairs.

Once she’s gone, Clarke fits her arms around Lexa’s neck, letting her hands wander over the hick material of her costume.

It’s a jumpsuit — complete with sponsor patches gravel burns — that Raven sourced from her friend who races stock cars and Lexa smells sharp because of it, like grease and car exhaust. Even though there's absolutely no skin on show, Clarke thinks it’s the sexiest visual she’s ever seen.

Their costumes aren’t matching — they aren’t even close. Raven suggested Clarke be the pit crew to Lexa’s Nascar driver but they’re so worn into each other now that Clarke doesn’t think matching matters. They could be dressed as Morticia Adams and Miss America and it would still be clear they are a set. Besides, Clarke worked hard to get back into shape after she had the baby; she thinks she looks better now than she did before she got pregnant, so what if she wants to wear a midriff top and relive her high school years?

She can see Lexa in every dip and curve of her body and the way her own fingers fit neatly between the vertebra of Lexa’s spine, and how, instead of being two separate people they come as a single entity now: more Clarke-and-Lexa than Clarke and Lexa.

“Remind me to thank Raven later,” she grins, sifting her hair through Lexa’s dark ponytail where it’s looped through the back of her baseball cap.

“Remind me to thank whoever suggested this,” Lexa replies, gesturing to the cheerleading uniform Clarke has on. The skirt is tight, with two slits up the side and the top — form-fitting with a scoop neckline and a racer back — ends at the bottom of her ribs, emblazoned across the front with a fake team name in red, felt font.

“That would be me.”

Lexa’s lips quiver; a smirk hides in the top corner like Wendy Darling’s kiss.

Clarke tips her head in anticipation, fingers anchoring themselves in Lexa’s ponytail and —

“Katie’s here!”

Groaning at the intrusion, she tips her head into Lexa’s chest.

“Raincheck?” Lexa smiles, hands finding the bare strip of skin above the waistband of Clarke’s skirt and wiggling her eyebrows.

(Suddenly, her late-night Etsy order is the best idea she’s ever had).

When they descend from their Eden, it’s to a house in chaos.

Clarke focuses on what she can do first: taking the candy bowl from where it sits on the bench by the door and greeting the gaggle of seven-year-olds on the doorstep, taking Fish by the collar back into the house when the dog gets under her feet.

Katie, her Mom and three other girls, all dressed as characters from Grease with coiffed hair and pink, satin bomber jackets are standing by the gate — it’s sweet, Clarke thinks, that Andy is old enough now to coordinate costumes with her friends, even if it means their years of planning family costumes are over — and she waves at them to let them know Andy will be about in a minute.

“Got your pillowcase?” she asks when the girl in question appears behind her.

Andy brandishes her patterned pillowcase in her fist.

“Be back by eight-thirty, OK?”

“Mhm!” Andy nods vehemently.

“OK,” Clarke relents, kneeling down. She can’t stall anymore, she has to come to terms with the fact that her little girl is growing up — it just sucks that her growing up has to include missing out on one of her favourite traditions. “Gimme a kiss.”

Clarke watches Andy skip off once she complies, waiting until the blond has looped her arm through Katie’s with an infectious grin before turning away from the door. They’ve already organised for Katie’s Mom to send her any photos she takes tonight and both her and Lexa have the woman’s phone number from PTA meetings and carpool rosters.

The rational part of her isn’t worried at all.

“One down, two to go,” she says as she walks back into the kitchen.

It’s warm and decorated, just like every other inch of the house, with cardboard bats Blu-Tacked to the walls, fake spider webs and black, white and orange bead garlands hung from the mirrors and paintings in the dining room. A tray of Rice-Krispy ghosts — a festive afternoon activity — sits abandoned on the stove-top and the kids’ dinner dishes are stacked in the sink.

Lexa smiles from a stool by the kitchen counter, their five-year-old — petite, dark-haired and officially theirs as of two years ago when they signed the adoption certificate — in her lap as she fiddles with the strap of a black Mary Jane.

In the living room, Octavia and Lincoln corral their own two kids without much help from either Raven — who is far too interested in Clarke and Lexa’s youngest — or Anya who watches Raven bounce the two-year-old on her hip with a sweet, fond look Clarke has only seen on her face once or twice.

(Clarke thinks Anya has baby fever — not that she would ever admit it to Raven).

“What d’you think, Cee?” Lexa asks, lifting Charlotte off of her lap.

She picks the copy of Madeline and the Cats of Rome up off the kitchen counter and flicks to a page of illustrations, holding it out beside Charlotte for comparison.

“It’s beau-ti-ful,” Charlotte, sounding out each syllable as she twirls. Her dress — the product of Lexa’s handiwork — flares out at the waist above the tops of her white knee socks and Clarke melts, soothing a hand over the ribbons hanging from the brim of her straw hat.

She remembers when Charlotte first came to them — how quiet and unsure she had been — and can hardly reconcile that girl to the one standing in front of her now.

“Alright,” Octavia declares, hustling her three-year-old towards them. “Are we ready to go?” She winds her fingers through her son’s dark, spiral curls.

Murmurs of assent go up around the room and Clarke sends Charlotte upstairs to get a pillowcase for Octavia’s daughter and herself — they swore off buckets last year after the flimsy plastic of Andy’s pumpkin split straight down the sides, resulting in lost candy and tears — and takes AJ from Raven, pressing her nose into the soft terry cloth of her two-year-old’s costume.

They dressed her up properly this year as opposed to just novelty onesies. She hadn’t given them much in the way of what she wanted to be when they asked — ‘she’s two’ Lexa reasoned after an unsuccessful planning session, ‘I don’t know what we expected’ — but Clarke suggested Max from Where The Wild Things Are after her sixth re-read of the story and a last-minute dash to Jo-Ann’s Fabrics, the costume had come out better than she thought it would.

She stands on the porch with them, little arms wrapped snugly around the plastic candy bowl as they watch Octavia, Raven, Lincoln, Anya and the kids disappear down the sidewalk towards the neighbours’ houses, Charlotte and Octavia's daughter Ella holding hands between them.

They’d take her trick or treating next year, they decided. At this point getting AJ to walk more than two aisles through the grocery store is a battle — she has both of them wrapped around her little finger as far as carrying her is concerned — so it would be pointless to take her out now. They have plenty of candy anyway, and no doubt Andy and Charlotte will come back with more than enough to share.

(Candy tax is the best part of Halloween and being a parent and Clarke will go to the grave arguing her point).

An hour and a half into handing out candy AJ falls asleep on Clarke.

They pulled the folding deck chairs with their pinstripe canvas to match the outdoor tablecloth onto the front porch to sit on and Clarke reaches a leg out to tap Lexa with a sneakered foot, indicating to the sleeping two-year-old with a smile.

It’s dark now; the Jack-O-Lantern cast soft, flickering shadows across the yard and across the street the Petersons’ windows are open so that the Halloween playlist blasting out of their living room can be heard by the whole street — even over the squeals of sugared-up children. Clarke thinks she’s heard the Kidz Bop rendition of Monster Mash more times in the last hour than she ever wanted to her in her life but AJ seemed to like it because her eyes started drooping as soon as it began playing

(Clarke makes a mental note of it; filing the song away between Taylor Swift and Tchaikovsky on the list of things that send her youngest to sleep).

“We got the easy one,” she whispers, reaching up to slide her pinky finger under AJ’s curled fist and watching her lashes flutter in retaliation — tiny, blond and perfect. She has Lexa’s pout; this gentle pucker of her lips as she sleeps that lodged itself between Clarke's ribs — right next to her heart — as soon as she saw it. The perfect combination of them, even if it was with the help of a donor.

“Do you want me to put her to bed?” Lexa asks, shaking the candy bowl slightly. They’re still getting trick or treaters — it isn’t late enough for the crowds to start dwindling — but they’re mostly older kids now and they have enough candy to leave the bowl unsupervised.

“Yeah,” Clarke nods, easing AJ off her chest and into Lexa’s arms when she stands up, limbs soft like a rag-doll as she settles against Lexa’s shoulder, her cardboard crown wilting.

They put the bowl on the lawn chair and shut the door, leaving the porch light on and Clarke leans over the banister to kiss Lexa in parting on her way through to the kitchen to fetch the baby monitor from its cradle, flicking it on in time to hear AJ fussing. Lexa’s voice comes next, low and sweet as she coos and talks.

Fifteen minutes later, she reappears downstairs triumphant: it’s the fastest AJ has gone down in three months.

“What’s the time?” Clarke grins, stepping over to meet her, baby monitor in hand as she slides her arms around Lexa’s neck.

“Eight-oh-six,” Lexa whispers, checking the kitchen clock over her shoulder.

“We have twenty minutes,” Clarke leans in gleefully, suddenly frenzied and desperate in the way she’s kissing.

Lexa tastes like Sour Lifesavers and Reese’s Pieces when she stops long enough to consider, her cheeks are flushed Clarke can think of a million different reasons why Halloween is the best holiday — hello sexy costumes and the kids crashing shortly after their sugar highs — but at the moment, nothing can top the taste of Lexa and the feel of her beneath Clarke’s fingers. It’s addictive.

“I’ve always wanted to date a cheerleader,” Lexa whispers, thready and out of breath as she plucks at the ribbons in Clarke’s hair — red and navy to match her outfit — until the knot gives. When it does her fingers find Clarke’s loosened ponytail.

“If you’re lucky we can have our own half-time show,” Clarke hums, working her fingers under the Velcro collar of Lexa’s jumpsuit, pulling until it gives way with a tear and her neck is visible.

The back towards the staircase — the blinds are open in the living room and the kitchen and Clarke isn’t about to give any nosey teenagers a peep show — an intricate dance, matching each other's movements tit-for-tat until the edge of the banister digs until Clarke’s back and she hisses into Lexa’s mouth.

“Sorry,” Lexa winces.

Clarke shakes her head. “No time,” she mumbles, cold fingers finding Lexa’s jaw and directing her gaze away from the bruise forming above the waistband of her skirt as they stumble up the staircase, Lexa’s jumpsuit hanging open at the neck until —

“Mommies I go three full-sized Snickers'!”

The crack of the door is like a gunshot that well and truly kills the mood and Clarke whines.

“Come on!”

#clextober19 #clexa fic #clexa family #domestic clexa #clarke griffin #lexa #it's not even october anymore #better late than never

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smallgayblanket · 5 years

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for: (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

-Anti, Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.) And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson, I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body. Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil, I hardly get to write him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff.

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth, Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes.

- Jackie Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others.

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write.

- Robbie. Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy.

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write.

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google.

-Edward iplier, Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf. He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos.

-Angus I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges.

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.)

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy- Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin. Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too.

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi. (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair. Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him.

-Lumi Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time.

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones.

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions..

- Alex A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as bubbly and energetic.

-Locus Mer/Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home.

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke - Green and blue + Siro - Yellow n pink. + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and purple ) They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo A tiny ink creature. A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho.

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards.

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian Géarán (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop.

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly.

Apocolypse Squad Part 2 Small lads who dont derese to be in danger:

-Apep, Naga boi Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old.

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? .. Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures. Ends up mutating tails. 6 v young n smol blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty. Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across.

Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd- gets a pet gecko. 16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers.

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19 likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco, Lady bug lad, who is baby trans mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically. Can predict weather v accurately. Ballet/dance, 14 Likes cooking.

Hotaru , Firefly bby - Glowy bub with antenna, possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno A Siren of sorts. DC/ hip hopper/ Lost his arm in apoc. He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi. He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy.

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral. Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking.

Rhys A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri. Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic.

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable.

Vato - V Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant.

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times.

Donovan Amores Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type.

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it.

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit.

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses, Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self.

Experiment AU:

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD. Hard to get to know at first.

Matty (Matthew Libelle) An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him.

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil (Means Genius/Orange blossom) Orange bub - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members. V corrupted… (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey)

-Jey Michael Cherubim Fallen angel - Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy.

-Jaden Hirav Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done. Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it.

P - Pax - God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato. Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan? Sadist. Mean. Tall. Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul..

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe. Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient. Doesn't talk often out of fear.

Benjamin Brandy (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab. He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother?

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv.

Chase - He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers.

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment. Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back.

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect.

Vail. -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms??

Horned AU (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro -Prince lad (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince

Isao Asuka - Shiros Royal Guard

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically.

Angel AU stuff:

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously.

Mute angel possibly demon idk- - Latif? Emmet? Evan?

Long fringe shy boy- Cael / Lox

#list #ocs #egos #ideas #hcs #blu rambles #blus list #its fuckigng 2 am #im sorry if this makes no sense #but here are a fuck ton of lads #and a fuck ton of aus and ideas #if anyone ever wants to ask XP

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Chapter 8 - With These Three Words, I Fell

Brooklyn, New York August 7 1994

I could feel my heart pounding and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. Did he just say what I thought he said?

"What?" I ask quietly again, my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Kenny moves closer to me, reaching for my hips and drawing me into his lap as his dark eyes focus so intently into mine. His eyes glance down at my lips for a moment then back into my eyes as I try to find the words to say what I need to say. He then slowly moves in and presses his beautiful soft lips to mine and I instantly melt in his arms. The feeling is overwhelming and I press my body closer to his, lacing my fingers through his curls as his hands find their way back up my shirt and around to my lower back, feeling his fingers skip across my skin. After a few moments, he parts his lips from mine, leaving me practically breathless as he touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.

"I love you," He says, his voice cracking a little. The sound of his words course through me like I never thought they would. I knew that I was falling in love with him but I tried so hard to deny it and I never wanted to admit it to him though I think subconsciously I knew he was feeling the same way to. The way we left each other back in L.A last week and that night we spent together wasn't just sex like I tried to tell myself it was.

"I love you," I finally say back to him and It felt so good to finally say it out loud. I don't have to wrestle with it back and forth anymore because I do love him. I am so in love with him.

"You have no idea how much I love hearing you say those words," He says as his eyes flicking back to mine.

"You have no idea how good it feels to finally tell you," I say pressing my lips to his and immediately sucking his bottom lip as I lace my fingers through his curls once more.

"You uh... you wanna show me how much you love me?" I ask slyly as I shift myself in his lap, straddling him as he pulls me to sit on top of him.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want to," He says, his voice becoming raspy and oh so sexy.

"Ok, but me first," I say and immediately slide myself off him to kneel down in front and quickly unbuckle his jeans.

"Damn..." Was all he could say before I showed him just how much I loved him too.

*****

"Kenny... does this look ok?" I ask as I stand in his small bedroom in front of his full length mirror beside his tall standing dresser fixing my dark curls as they fall down passed my shoulders. I was getting ready to head to L'Amours to meet up with the guys from Pantera, well really, I was meeting with their tour manager first and he was introducing me to the band, even though I have met Vinny, Phil, Rex and Dime before it wasn't on a professional level and I'm not even sure they would remember me anyways. I'm really glad Kenny's coming with me though. I'm fucking nervous as fuck but Kenny is really close with Dime so at least that makes me feel a little better.

As I turn and glance over my shoulder in the mirror to see just how my black short lacy mini long sleeve dress covered me, I see him step into the room, ready to go in his usual black jeans, a black button up shirt, boots and his leather jacket, his eyes growing wide as I attempt to pull down the hem of my dress. It feels like it's barely covering my butt cheeks.

Of course the only thing I would have to wear is this little mini dress. Fucking god damn airport and losing my luggage. I just hope I'm taken seriously given what I'm wearing.

"Jeezus" He says with his eyes glancing over my curves.

"It's too short isn't it?" I wince a little.

"No baby it's... perfect. You look gorgeous," He says dreamily with his Brooklyn accent coming through.

"See, I had these really cute lacy open toed heel wedges that match this perfectly, though wearing heels to L'Amours probably would be a bad idea," I say as I turn to face him and he nods in agreement with me.

"I had them in my luggage bag that the fucking airport lost and I feel like It looks weird with my Doc's. Maybe I should just change back into what I was wearing before" I say looking down and examining my boots, my curls falling down around me as I try to smooth out the dress and pull the hem down but it's no use.

"No, uh uh..." Kenny shakes his head at me.

"Well... I don't wanna give the wrong impression you know? You don't think it's too short do you?" I ask still second guessing myself.

"Not at all baby..." He says as he steps towards me, taking me in his arms and I giggle as he brushes my curls off my shoulder and presses his lips to that spot just under my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much I wanna throw you back down on my bed... and see how many times I can make you cum again," He whispers huskily in my ear. With those words, I bite my bottom lip and try to contain the fact that I want him to do just exactly that.

"Now that's exactly the impression I don't want to give," I say as I pull away to look up at him and he chuckles.

"Baby, trust me... you look fucking gorgeous," He places a kiss on my lips as his hand moves directly to my butt and gives me a little squeeze making me squeal against his lips.

"Just checking," He smirks when he pulls away and I smack him playfully on his chest laughing.

L'Amours, Brooklyn New York August 7 1994

"...I'm supposed to meet Steve Bainbrige backstage though," I try to explain to the door guy at L'Amours. It was early enough in the night that there was no one really here which I thought would make it easier to get backstage to meet Steve, Pantera's tour manager. The door guy looks down in a black book scrolling through what looked like a list of names and asked to see my ID. Normally I would have my planner and everything with me, but that too was lost with my luggage. I pull out my ID, along with my business ID card showing that I work for Silver Management.

"Alright, you can head on backstage," He says and shows me the way to the doors backstage. Kenny chats for a few seconds with the door guy, only because he's played here so many times before and then walks with me down the long corridor to the backstage area.

"You do know that you were going to get backstage whether you showed your ID or not," Kenny says.

"Yea I know but I wanted to make sure that I'm not just someone trying to get backstage," I say as I put my ID back in the pocket of my leather jacket. I flip my curls out of my face and see Kenny smiling at me.

"What?" I giggle.

"Nothing, you're just so... "

"Kenny!!!!"

Suddenly a deep southern voice booms down the long corridor and I look up to see Darryl 'Dimebag' Abbott taking a drink as he yells out for Kenny. I suddenly could feel my nervousness creep back up, but I know I have to be calm. We walk over to meet up with Dime and I couldn't stop my heart from pounding as Kenny and Dime shake hands and hug each other for a moment.

"Dude, I'm glad you made it," Dime smiles.

"Yea you're only glad I made it so you can stick fish down my boots again," Kenny says and Dime laughs and I raise my eyebrow at them both.

"No not tonight my friend... but Saturday you never know," Dime chuckles and Kenny laughs.

"Uh... this is Andi," Kenny clears his throat and introduces me noticing Dime looking at me up and down for a moment.

"Oh, so she's the one you've been talking about all the time," Dime smirks at him and Kenny just gives him a look then glances back at me as Dime offers his hand for me to shake.

"Wait... you look familiar," Dime says as he contemplates as he takes a sip of his drink. Once again my heart started to pound and I figured this would be the best time to leave and find Steve but for some reason I felt frozen to the spot.

"Me?" I ask, trying to play it off like he was thinking of someone else.

"Yea... no, we've met before... you were with Chris Cornell right?" Dime asks and now I feel extremely awkward as Kenny gives me a confused look.

Why can't people just remember me for me and not because I was married to Chris?

"Um... yea I was," I say shyly hoping he doesn't go on about Chris.

"Fuck, man you didn't tell me it was her. That's fuckin' awesome dude!" Dime chuckles as he pats Kenny on the shoulder.

"Uh, yea... well she's uh working for you now too," Kenny says glancing at me as he takes my hand in his and pulls me a little closer to him.

"Wait, you're our new P.A? That's sweet. Well I'm glad it's someone that I've met before and not just anyone..." Dime smiles sweetly at me which made me feel a little better.

"Well... I've got to go and meet Steve... so should I just meet up with you back here or..." I trail off as I glance up at Kenny.

"Yea babe," Kenny says so sweetly to me and places a kiss on my lips.

"Come meet us in that room down the hall. We'll have a few drinks and shit," Dime smiles sweetly at me gesturing down the long hallway by the backstage door when Kenny pulls away from me.

"Cool," I say and make my way down the hallway to find Steve.

A few moments later, I finally find Steve and introduce myself once again and we chat and go over what is in store for the next couple of weeks with Pantera and their tour on the east coast with some dates including the west coast. He hands me a schedule and goes over where I can stay with the band and everything they would need. Since Type O Negative is the supporting band over the next couple of weeks, he also mentioned that I could assist with them if they needed anything. So basically I'm a P.A for Pantera and Type O Negative, which wasn't planned in the beginning but is actually a pretty good bonus if you ask me.

"...alright so you'll start with us Saturday night, tonight's just like you know, meet the guys, hang out what have you, get to know them a little bit and then I'll have you meet up with us in New York City at The Hotel near The Ritz - the address is listed on the schedule there. Type O Negative is opening that night so I'll need you there as early as possible, to help get the guys ready and on time... you know the usual stuff," Steve explains as he goes over the schedule with me.

"Oh, ok so it's not just Pantera?" I ask little surprised as it wasn't mentioned in the contract that I signed.

"Nope, it also includes the supporting bands as well... you're ok with that right?" Steve says looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Yea, yea... I have no problem with that at all," I say as I start to feel a little stressed about it. I've never worked for 2 bands at the same time before.

"Again, it's still all the usual stuff, there's no curveballs thrown in there so don't worry," Steve chuckles and I offer a smile. It seemed pretty standard, a few interviews with a couple of magazines, some T.V interviews with Pantera and Type O on MTV in New York here and about 14 dates in regards to performances which also include a couple of shows in Toronto Ontario. It's going to be a long 16 weeks but this is going to be awesome.

"If you have any questions or anything, you can come and find me but you should be fine," Steve smiles at me.

"Sure, sounds good," I say as I glance over the schedule some more.

"Alright, see you Saturday," Steve says and holds out his hand for me to shake. I give him a sweet smile feeling confident I can pull this off and head back to the dressing room.

16 weeks? Fuck, I had no idea it was this long. I wish I hadn't lost everything in my luggage bag for fuck sakes. Why the fuck didn't I keep the contract with me? But of course Andrea you just had to have a tiny little lacy mini dress in your bag but nothing else important other than your wallet and ID... I hate how I fail at life sometimes.

As I walk down the long corridor, The dressing room door was wide open and I could hear the yelling and laughter bellowing out which actually made me giggle. I can hear Kenny with his husky voice telling some story making everyone yell with laughter as I approach the open door.

".... so we were fucked... I swear, I can't even watch Spinal Tap cause I live that shit all the fucking time!" Kenny laughs with Dime as he takes a drag of his cigarette and looks up to see me walking in the room. He was sitting in a chair beside Dime as they laughed away with each other.

"Hey baby," He says sweetly which then Dime follows with a huge hello even though I just saw him a few minutes ago. Then Vinny and Rex walk in behind me saying hello and grabbing a couple of beers that were in a bin full of ice.

"Andi, there's beer... help yourself," Dime says as he gestures to the large bin full of ice and takes a sip of his beer, but then Vinny just opens one and hands it to me instead.

"So are you the new assistant?" Vinny asks and takes a sip of his beer.

"Um, yea... yea I am," I say and take a sip.

"You worked with Soundgarden right?" Vinny asks.

"Um yea I did," I figure now I should just accept the fact that everyone is going to automatically associate me with Soundgarden. It's not a bad thing I just want to be able to make a name for myself, have people remember me for me, and I know that's probably just going to take some time.

"Well, welcome to the family," Vinny smiles sweetly and clinks his beer to mine and it felt pretty cool that he said that.

"You're not starting tonight are you?" Dime asks me.

"No, no... Saturday is when I officially start," I say and take a sip of my beer as I head over to sit beside Kenny.

"Oh, and um... I apparently work for you now too," I say to Kenny and take another sip of my beer as I flip my curls out of my face and Kenny gives me a sly smile.

"Really...? Hmmm... so does that mean you're gonna do anything I want?" Kenny says slyly moving closer to me, placing his arm around the back of my chair.

"No it means I have to look after your ass... and make sure you're all on time and all that shit," I smirk at him and take another sip of my beer.

"But what if I'm in need of some extra assistance...?" Kenny says low and raspy in my ear, brushing my curls off my shoulder. I close my eyes for a moment and inhale his sweet cologne that makes me want him all over again.

"Then I guess, you'll have to show me so that I can help you," I tease flicking my eyes back to his and he touches his forehead to mine.

"God, I fucking love you," He chuckles and I giggle back and press my lips to his.

#Blood&Fire #type o negative #type o negative fanfiction #kenny hickey #kenny hickey fanfiction #peter steele #johnny kelly #josh silver #louder than love trilogy #my story

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EPISODE 3 - “The bottom line: I really hope that this is the week where Drew goes.” - CODY

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 10:

Parting Words: Before the eviction, Ashley DMed me with some parting knowledge. She said she knows she is being evicted, but to make sure I watch out for Joe because he is well-liked and a "wild-card". She said he's close with Brooke, Kayla, Mandi, & Frosby and they may feel like they owe him. None of this surprises me, it is similar to what Austin told me yesterday. I do wonder if there's another alliance that Frosby is in with Joe. I do still trust Frosby and I believe that he has my best interest at heart, even if there is something else going on. I may just ask him straight up if there's another alliance.

Eviction: Ashley was evicted on a unanimous vote. I don't have much to say about this. She must have gotten herself in a bad position with both sides of the house. That's unfortunate. I wonder what's going to happen with her dying star. She messaged me before leaving so maybe she likes me, and she might give it to me. But I don't necessarily want it because I have a chance of getting the disadvantage too…

AUSTIN

Omg yessssssssss! Lukas winning is one of the best outcomes that could ever happen for me this week. Having a second alliance with mandi and drew I feel will be good for me long term in the game as well. I like everyone in the game but they are some ppl I dont trust. Brook, joe,frosby,and katrina are ppl I'm watching out for. ik trying to keep brook close to me tho just incase maybe she actually does wanna work together.

CODY

I’m loving this idea that Lukas has come up with about getting the house to cast votes on who they want to go. Because my blow up with Drew I think did plant some seeds that he’s not really an asset in this game. And from what I’ve heard people are looking to throw some votes at him, which means that if he finishes in the top 2 of this. And Lukas is a man of his word, then Drew goes up on the block

The downside is that I’ve been the biggest character so far in this game. It’s been majorly impossible for me to slide under the radar though I have tried ever since I got saved. After Austin saved me I’ve been trying to be super chill and I think I’ve done a good job at it so hopefully people will realise that there’s bigger fish to fry in this game than myself. I actually think the fact that I’ve been on the block twice in this game could be something that people won’t respect and I might be able to twist it in my favour and say that I’m not going to win because everybody keeps nominating me “I’m such a joke”, who knows it might actually work. Will just have to wait and see...

Lukas did express interest in wanting to save me last week had he won power of veto however he did approach me after the blowup with Drew saying it probably wouldn’t be a smart move for him however my argument would be that if Drew is truly playing a bad social game I don’t think saving me would have been that big of a hindrance in the game

The bottom line: I really hope that this is the week where Drew goes. He’s my biggest liability in this game and has no allegiance to me or any of my people. And the longer he stays in the worse off myself and my people are....

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 11:

HOH Strategy: I am wary about winning the HOH this week because I feel like I am sort of sitting in between two sides of the house. Austin seems to trust me and come to me with information, but I have an alliance with Cody, and they are enemies. For the comp, I tried to get decent scores that I didn't think would win. Last time I tried that, I placed 2nd out of 16 players though... I'm nervous!

HOH Results: Lukas won HOH again. He is probably putting a target on his back winning 2/3 HOHs, but that's not my problem. I'm okay with this win. I don't think he'll come after me because he talks to me fairly often. He may go after Cody because he's already put him up and it'd be safer than putting new blood on his hands. But I think we'll have to just see what happens. He just said "This HOH is going to work a little different, so stay tuned!" What does that mean??

Lukas's Announcement - Lukas has decided to put his nominations up to a house vote. That's probably the smartest way for him to mitigate risk from being HOH twice already. I feel even more okay after this because I feel like there are definitely bigger targets in this house than me. I feel pretty safe from nomination this week...

Andy's Realization: After discussing the nomination votes with the Syndicate alliance, Andy brought up a really good point about this Lukas thing. He may be trying to put a smaller target on his back by asking the house who they want out. But really he's gaining a lot of information from everyone about who they want gone. He could figure out what the alliances are based on who answers the same. So, we are going to each put slightly different votes to try to deflect suspicion.

Brooke: Apparently Brooke messaged Cody saying she's going to suggest that I go up because I never reply to her DMs. I want to be upset by this but she's kinda right, I don't really answer her DMs because usually she doesn't say much so I don't have anything meaningful to respond to…

ANDREW

I’m going to start with this. I hated Lukas “google form” on how he’s going to make his decision. Nevertheless, He was “a man of his word” and made his decision based on how the house voted. I’m really surprised with the results. Or am I?

I got 0 votes, that is wonderful, my under the radar (UTR) strategy is going great. SYNDICATE is my main alliance, but I know it can die. WHATS THE TEA is my spy alliance, I want to keep Brooke close, I trust mandi 100%, she talks straight up, but Brooke is very calculated with her words, I can’t trust her, so I need someone I can trust with someone I don’t, to make them feel comfortable, and when I have the opportunity, strike. LONG CON. FUNFRESHFAB is my underdog alliance, I’m very certain this two girls are alone in the game, and if not, is good to have all wild cards in one room. I like small alliances, right now. With these two alliances. I can pick off at least KAYLA and DREW.

More later.. xoxo 🥥

DESIREE

I keep losing track of if I submitted...sorry if this is a duplicate

Daily Thoughts for Day 12:

I was nominated over Cody...are you freaking kidding meeeeeeeeee? Ugh I'm super annoyed right now. I hope that I'm not the target here. Lukas's HOH strategy is just a mess, and if the intention was to stay without blood on his hands, it really backfired. We see through this strategy and recognize how much information he just collected. I don't know what I'm going to do, though... I just have to try hard for POV. If Austin wins, I wonder if he would use it, and if so on who? I'm guessing he's closer with Kayla than with me, but we do still talk game often...so I don't know..

CODY

Well shit I got put on the block for a second time in this game

And I genuinely don’t have much hope whatsoever that I’ll be saved sadly...I am still trying to scramble however it’s just not likely and I’m at peace with it. It does suck that Drew is gonna get the last laugh on me I really wanted to send that guy home after he screwed me and then went on to alienate himself from me and my people

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 13:

POV Competition: That competition had me majorly stressed. I spent hours preparing and I still didn't do as much as I would have liked. If time was a factor, I'd be screwed. But, overall I think I did okay. My strategy was to try to cut the pool in half with each question.

Pre-POV Results Thoughts: Austin said he would use the POV on me if he wins because he wants to work with me. I'm not sure if he actually will, but if he does win I need to prepare my allies for the possibility of him using it on me, so they don't think I'm doing something sneaky behind my back. I never approached Austin to work with him, but he messages me every day telling me his plans and now wants to help me, so why would I turn that down? I could use that to my advantage and help my allies.

POV Ceremony: I was sooooooo close to winning that POV and that frustrates me a lot. Brooke won, who is buddy buddy with Kayla, so it was obvious that she would take Kayla off the block. My only saving grace is that Cody was the replacement nominee and I think it's pretty obvious that he's a bigger threat than me.

Campaigning For Votes: I have talked to the other members of the Syndicate alliance and they have both agreed to vote Cody out instead of me. Austin also messaged me and said that he is for sure voting Cody and he is pushing for others to do the same. Kayla told me even before the POV ceremony that she would vote for me to stay over Cody if she had the option. I have also heard that Chloe and Katrina are voting out Cody as well. So, if everyone is telling the truth, then I'll be safe. I won't feel safe until the votes are read, though.

FROSBY

So ya with Cody and Desiree up on the Block for this elimination this just fucking sucks for me right now. Like really is the worst for my game. I mean I knew Cody would eventually go, that's why I was keeping him around was to be a vote shield for as long as I could keep him around. Now it looks like he is gone for good which I mean is better than seeing Desiree go, and I mean at this point with how many people voted for Desiree she might just become me and Andrews new vote shield. All I know is Andrew and I were sitting pretty in our 4 man alliance with Cody and Desiree and now this whole vote thing Lukas did really screwed over the Syndicate alliance. The good news is the alliance is designed to be the under the radar players all teaming up and working together without anyone knowing about us. That plan can still work without Cody, it actually might be a lot easier to work without Cody, because if Desiree can slide back into the shadows after this vote us 3 can quietly make a Final 6 if we play our cards right and not make any enemies and I know Andrew is good at not making enemies as for Desiree, seeing 6 different people vote for her in the Lukas poll makes me think she isn't as Under the Radar as I thought. Oh well we will see how this vote goes, I'm thinking about making a play to just vote against Desiree with Katrina, just to make the vote 9-2 but then both of us just deny it like crazy and act like we have no idea who those 2 votes are and create more chaos in the house that I, Katrina and Andrew can all use to hide under. (again this idea is in the back of my mind but I probably won't do it idk yet, I might feel a little silly when I cast my vote this afternoon so we will see)

MANDI

i wish we could get the votes to flip again. that would really stir up the house.😂 but only 2 other people are on board with me.

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 13:

Smear Campaign: I woke up today to the news that Cody has been running a smear campaign against me. He is telling people that I was the one pushing to vote Kayla out. Meanwhile, Cody was the one who first mentioned targeting Kayla. It seems like they aren't believing the lies, which is great, but I wonder what else he's saying that I haven't heard about...

Eviction: So, the vote was 10-1 and Cody was evicted. Thank goodness. I mean, I figured it would go that way, but you just never know. Before Cody left, he said he was lying about it being his birthday. What a piece of work... Getting to know him he seemed like a good guy, I just wish he didn't play the villain so much.

HOH Competition: That competition was so hard and I need to work on my typing skills. Pretty sure there's no way I'm winning this one.😞 Hopefully one of my other alliance members wins…

WEEK 3 CAST ASSESSMENT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u39yg_9iHUQ

#EPISODES

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*** [ 12.06.2018 ] I set up a new blog and transferred the username over after purging out anything NSFW to avoid deletion due to Tumblr’s new “no nsfw content” policy. Most of my posts —nsfw or not, and they were actually pretty tame since my 18+ content was on another blog— were getting flagged. We’ll see if this blog is still here by the 17th of this month (the deadline for nsfw blogs to get their shit together.) *fingers crossed*

** [ 05.14.2018 ] Blog got terminated for some unknown reason. Super pissed off about it (since I tagged my NSFW posts correctly, and even had my blog set to “adult.”) Working on building it back up again. :’(

* [ 06.23.2017 ] I accidentally deleted my blog and lost everything, so I have to rebuild this list back up again. :( Please be patient with me while I go through the list to reorganize and relabel.

General

18p - Nsfw/‘18 plus’ content (prn). No longer allowed.

boyslv - Gifs I’ve made.

favs - My favourites.

gifs - Gifs I’ve reblogged (usually not mine.)

imgs - Pictures, of course.

insta - Instagram posts, BL actors + real life couple accounts.

pnd - Prn I reblogged yet to watch. No longer allowed.

q - Queued posts.

vids - Videos (mostly trailers.)

boyslvc - My comments (often this tag will be followed with ’-’ and then my 2 cents. I usually just add my 2 cents in the tags section.)

(Movies and shows are below the cut.)

Movies/Shows

Bolded = Titles are flicks that feature a happy ending (for the BL couple.) Italicized = Visible kiss scenes (I mean on the mouth and without a cut-away.) * [Stars] = My favourites. @ = Anime/Yaoi (Animated) m = Minimal BL content MV = Music video x = Triggers (Those tagged as such may contain rape, suicide and/or violence. Proceed w/ caution.) — = Pending (I haven’t seen it/its not out yet.)

— 2 Brothers (แผนลวงรักฉบับพี่ชาย)

— 3 Will Be Free

7 Days *

— 30 Years of Adonis

— 46 Billion Years of Love

A Crimson Mark

A Frozen Flower

A Round Trip to Love (双程》高泰宇x黄靖翔拍摄花絮) x

— Active Boys (Những chàng trai năng động)

Addicted (Heroin)

Ai No Kotodama * [Japan]

Ai No Kotodama 2

Alternative Love

Amphetamine x *

Antique Bakery *

Approach To Love

— Approach To Love 2

— As You Like It (偽婚男女)

Awakening Love (鈕扣)

Baby Steps *

Banana Fish @/m

Bangkok Love Story *

— Bangkok Stories: Please

— Be Here For You

Bite Fight (暮夜传说)

Boy Friend (男(朋)友)

CEO & His Man

Club Friday: The Series [2] (general tag: #clubfriday)

Club Friday: The Series [5] — The Secret of the Heart * (general tag: #clubfriday)

Club Friday: The Series [8] — True Love or Just Confused * (general tag: #clubfriday)

Club Friday: The Series [9] — Exchange of Love (ตอน รักต้องแลก) * (general tag: #clubfriday)

— Club Friday: The Series [10] — Exchange of Love (เขาเธอและอีกคน) (general tag: #clubfriday)

Coming Home

— Coming Out (カミングアウト)

Customized Companion

— Dark Blue Kiss

Edo of Candy (お江戸のキャンディー)

Eternal Summer

Fanatic Love (第一初恋)

Fathers

— Fall in Love with Chu Yan (爱上楚妍)

Feel Good To Say Goodbye

— Flyleaf of Summer

For Love, We Can

Formula 17

Front Cover *

Fujimi Orchestra x

Fujoshi Fantasy (腐女の盛夏誘惑)

Futureless Things (Korea) m

Ghost Boyfriend

Grey Rainbow

— Grounded (擱淺少年)

Heavenly Touch x

He Called Me (เขาเรียกผมว่า) *

Hello My Love (헬로우 마이 러브) *

Silhouette of Your Voice/Hidamari Ga Kikoeru (ひだまりが聴こえる) *

HIStory [1.1] - My Hero (general tag: #s history)

HIStory [1.2] - Stay Away From Me * (general tag: #s history)

HIStory [1.3] - Obsessed * (general tag: #s history)

HIStory [2.1] - Right or Wrong * (general tag: #s history)

HIStory [2.2] - Crossing the Line * (general tag: #s history)

— HIStory [3]

— How To Secretly

I Go To School Not By Bus

I Like You, Do You Know? (我喜欢你#你知道吗#我喜欢你。你知道吗)

In Love We’re All The Same (在愛裡我們都一樣)

John Apple Jack

Junjou Pure Heart

— Just Be Gentle

Just Friends *

Just Love (แค่ได้รัก)

Like Love [1] * (general tag: #likelove)

Like Love [2] * (general tag: #likelove)

Lost In Love (Qing hai mang mang)

Lost Love (特殊爱情)

— Love Lie Hide Fake

Love Love

Love Love You (Sequel of Love’s Coming)

Love Place [1]: Hakanaki Kataomoi~Gaiya no Koi

Love Place [2]: Shiawase no Katachi *

— Mayonaka kimi wa kiba o muku (真夜中きみはキバをむく)

Mother Strawberry Man (Mẹ Chồng Chàng Dâu)

Night Flight

No Different

One Night Only

Pair Of Love

— Blue Moon (파란 달)

People Like Us *

Red Balloon *

Red Wine In The Dark

Same Difference (どっちもどっち)

Schoolboy Crush

Stateless Things

Takumi-Kun [1]: Soshite harukaze ni sasayaite (general tag: #takumi)

Takumi-Kun [2]: Nijiiro no garasu (general tag: #takumi)

Takumi-Kun [3]: Bibou no diteiru (general tag: #takumi)

Takumi-Kun [4]: Pure (general tag: #takumi)

Takumi-Kun [5]: Ano, hareta Aozora * (general tag: #takumi)

— Thats My Umbrella The Series

The Lover

— Theory of Love

The Raccoon

Third Country 第三國度 */x

Timeline

— Timeline 2

Together With Me * (general tag: #kornknock)

Transmission

Udagawachou de Mattete Yo (Wait For Me At Udagawachou) *

Uncontrolled Love [1] (general tag: #uncontrolled)

Uncontrolled Love [2] (general tag: #uncontrolled)

— 2 Moons: The Series

— 99 Days

— A Queer Story

— Advance Bravely (盛势)

Ame To Kisu

— An Ordinary Love Story

Artemisia m

— Asymmetry

Bad Romance (general tag: #kornknock)

— Bangkok Online

— Bangkok Rak Stories 2

— Bao Bao/Dear Egg Man Diary (親愛的卵男日記)

— Beautiful (퀴어영화 뷰티풀)

— Because of meeting you, we can be here together (Vì gặp nên mới tương phùng)

— Because We.. Belong Together

— Befriend (China)

— Behind the Scenes: The Series

Between Ring & Pendant (夜)

— Big Bang Love: Juvenile A

Bishonen (Beauty) */x

Boku no Kareshi wo Shokai Shimasu (僕の彼氏を紹介します): Story 4

Bokura No Ai No Kanade *

Boy Meets Boy

— Boy/Friend

— Boyfriend (แฟนผมเป็นผู้ชาย)

Boys Love x

Boys Love 2 * x

Brave Together (勇敢在一起)

— Buddy Park (우정파크)

— Bungee Jumping Of Their Own

— Butter 2

— Butterfly (Korean)

— Call Boy (娼年)

— Change

Change Love…Never Change (รัก..ไม่เปลี่ยน)

— Cherries In Early Summer

— Chocolate, To You, For Me

— Choose

— Close To The Edge

Closer to You

— Club Friday the Series — To be Continued

Counterattack

Counterattack Special/Extra (逆袭之爱上情敌) *

— Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu @

— Dangerous Boys (Wai peng nak leng kha san)

— Dark Blue and the Moonlight (深藍與月光)

— December Town

— Diary (เสน่หา ตอน)

— Diary of Tootsies

— Does the Flower Blossom?

Do you, Andy (你願意了嗎) *

Docchi Mo Docchi

— Don't Give Up Your Destiny

— Don’t Want to Be Alone

— Don’t Worry

Doushitemo Furetakunai (No Touch At All) *

— Double Mints (Japan)

— Dream of Red Mansions (紅樓夢)

— Ducky Boy: The Series

Empty Nest

— End Of Love

— Enter The Phoenix

— Estranghero

— Even If The World Had Turn Against You

— Extra: The Series

Faded (淡淡) *

Farewell My Ghost Boyfriend (Hứa sẽ hạnh phúc nhé)

— Father & Son

— Forever Love (Tình Khiên Nhất Sinh)

— Forever Summer (きみのいた夏)

— Friendzone the Series

— Freshy (เสือ ชะนี เก้ง)

From Love Affair (純愛より) *

From Now to the Past (从现在到以前)

Gay Ok Bangkok *

— Give Me To the Wolf Director (把我交给狼主任)

— Go! Go! G-Boys

— Gohatto/Taboo (御法度)

Going South

— Goodbye Mr. X

— Gold (รูปทอง)

Gray (สีเทา)

— Green Light

— Happy Together [Movie]

— Happy Together [Show]

— Hatsukoi – First Love

— Hard to Come By

— Heart Beat: The Series

— He’s Coming to Me (เขามาเชงเม้งข้างๆหลุมผมครับ)

— He Falls In Love With Him (青春自拍團 - 愛上她的他)

— How To Deal With Husband’s Mistress Case

— How to Win at Checkers (Every Time)

— Hush

— Hyeong Yeong Dang’s Diary

— I Am Not What You Want

I Am Your King: The Series

— I Don't Want You to Be Alone (我不愿让你一个人)

— Ikari (怒り) (Japan)

I’m Here & 12 Years (我们的十二年一个轮回这是传奇) *

— I Love you, buddy (Tao yêu mày)

— I Owe You

— In Between Seasons (환절기)

— Innate Differences (天生不同)

— Innocence (Bangkok Rak Stories 2)

— Innocence: The Series

Innocent

I’m Yours

— I Miss You When I See You (看見你便想念你)

— Imperfect

— It Gets Better

— It Seems To Rain

— It’s Complicated (เพราะรักมันซับซ้อน)

Itsuka No Kimi e *

— I Want to Marry Him - Only You

— Jack’d

— Jinroh Shokei Game (人狼処刑ゲーム～たとえ君が狼でも僕は君を守る)

— Jinroh Shokei Game: Prologue

Kimi No Ita Natsu Zenhen

— Kindan No Koi

— Kiss Me Again (จูบให้ได้ถ้านายแน่จริง เร็วๆนี้)

— Kiss: The Series

— Kizumomo

— Lan Yu

— Let Love Heal

— Life Is Beautiful

— Like Grains of Sand

— Legend Of Mr. Fox (男狐传)

— Let Love Heal (Hàn gắn yêu thương)

Let Me Kiss You

Life Of Silence (犧牲之旅) *

— Like Love Special: He’s Always by Your Side

Long Time No See (롱타임노씨)*

— Lost

Lost In Paradise

Lost In Paradise (Hot boy nổi loạn) *

Lost In Paradise (Hot boy nổi loạn) 2

— Lost to Shame

— Love Actually Sucks

Love by Chance: The Series (บังเอิญรัก เดอะซีรีส์) *

Love In The Water (爱在水中央)

Love Next Door [1] (general tag: #lovenextdoor)

Love Next Door [2] (general tag: #lovenextdoor)

—Love Lie Hide Fake

— Love O-Net (Love Test)

Love Online m

— Love Sick: The Series

— Love Song Love Stories

— Love Strange Tide (รักแปลกแหวกติ่งฮา)

Love Unbound: Encounter at Chengdu

— Love Unbound: Encounter at Chengdu [2]

Love at First Degree

— Love of Siam

Love, 100°C

Love’s Coming

— Make It Right: The Series

Man on High Heels /m/x

— Malila The Farewell Flower (มะลิลา)

— Matching! Boys Archery

— Mermaid Sauna (美男魚澡堂)

Method (메소드)

— Mind (생각이 나서)

— Mister Merman

— Morning Boy

— Motorcycle The Series

— Mr Yan Dong! Don’t come over (颜冬先生别过来)

— My 17 Gay Friends

— My Best Gay Friends

— The Best Twin

— My Bromance

— My Bromance: The Series (我的鮮肉弟弟)

— My Bromance 2

My Brother

— My Brother’s Husband (弟の夫)

— My Day With In-Laws

— My Dear Loser

— My Dream: The Series

— My Eleventh Brother (형이 돌아왔다)

— My Engineer

— My Fair Son

— My Friend is Still Alive

— My Hero (พี่ชาย)

My Monster In Law (Mẹ Chồng Chàng Dâu) *

My Next life to love you / Love you again the next life MV

— My Pistachio (마이 피스타치오)

— My Sky (The Sky of Khanh)

— My Tee (อาตี๋ของผม)

— A Naked Boy/ Not Finished Yet (아직 끝나지 않았다)

— Natsuyami No You Na Ikkagetsu

— Never Again

— Never Trust a Stranger (Con Ma Nha Ho Vuong)

— Nine Shallow One Depth

No Regret

— Of Ants & Umbrellas

— Oops: Rainbow Coffee Shop

— Obsessed with Heart

One Day For Love *

— One Summer Night

— One Night and Two Days (White night) (백야) (Korea)

— Online: The Series

— Open (오픈)

— Oppressive Love: Queer Queen

Ossan’s Love * (general tag: #ossans)

Ossan’s Love [Series] (おっさんずラブ) * (general tag: #ossans)

— Oxygen The Series

— Our Last Day

— Our Sky: Pick and Rome

— Paradise In My Heart

— Part Time: The Series

— Permanent Residence (永久居留)

— Please: The Series

— Pornographer (ポルノグラファー)

— Predatory Tiger (เสือชะนีเก้ง)

Present Perfect (当下完美)

— Prison Playbook (Korea)

— Private Teacher

— Project S: The Series (Side by Side)

— Puppy Honey

— Puppy Honey 2

— Queer Movie Beautiful (퀴어영화 뷰티풀)

— Quite Ordinary

— REC

— ROSE: Last Love

— Rainbow

— Rainbow Boys: Right By Me (เรนโบว์บอยส์ เดอะมูฟวี่)

— Rainbow Eyes

— Raichi Hikari Kurabu (Lychee Light Club)

— Real Couple

— Remark (ไม่ได้เป็นอะไรกัน)

— Remember Alone Forever

Ren Ai Shindan: Tsubasa No Kakera

— Ren Ai Shindan: Unmei No Kodou

— River Knows Fish Heart (魚心河忍)

— Road Movie

— Roundabout

— SHADE

— Social Death Vote

SOTUS: The Series (general tag: #s sotus)

SOTUS S: The Series * (general tag: #s sotus)

Saigon, I love you (SÀI GÒN, ANH YÊU EM) /m

— Same Love

Same Same Is Not Same

— Sea of Lavender

Secret Love (密爱)

— Seek McCartney

— Shao Nian Chan Shi Guan (少年铲屎官)

— Silom Soi 2

Sisters (姐妹)

— Slam Dance: The Series

— Sodom’s Cat

Some

— Soundless Wind Chime

— Speechless

Suddenly, Last Summer

— Summerdaze

— Summer Memory (盛夏记忆)

Summer to Winter

— Super Academy Star (超星星学园)

— Super Star & Ordinary People (综艺小白和三栖巨腕)

— Sweet Boy

Swinging Blossom *

— Table Manners (테이블 매너)

Taiikukan Baby (Gymnasium Baby) *

— Tale of the Lost Boy

Tanabata (七夕特輯)

Teacher & Student

— Thanatos, Drunk

That Room (囚) * x

— TharnType The Series

— The Ambiguous Focus

— The Blue Hour

The Buddy/Brothers (哥们儿) *

The Coldest Day (한파) *

— The Course Of Life (Lifetime)

— The Depth (深度) (Japan/Korea)

— The Effect

— The Football Guys (Nhung chang trai san co)

— The Forbearance Lost (Chiếc Nhẫn Đi Lạc)

— The Gardener Club – Park Bench No. 8

— The Judges

— The King & The Clown

— The Sky You Don't Know (你不知道的天空)

The Male Dormitory

— The Male Queen

The Massage (마사지)

— The Meaning of the Promise (意许遗诺)

The Moment (ตัวอย่าง รักของเรา)

— The Monster (困兽)

— The Perfect Plan

The Perfect Man’s Man

The Person Who Always Goes Behind (Nguoi luon di phia sau)

The Postcard *

The Right Man (เพราะ…ฉันรัก)

— The Soldier Diary

The Spring in My Life (시절인연)

— The Tenants Downstairs

— The Two Mugs

— The Underwear

— The Wedding Banquet

— There Is No Space For Me

This Summer (今夏) *

— Tilted Summer (기울어진 여름) (Korea)

— To Each His Own (ちょっと今から仕事やめてくる)

— To You, For You

— Tomorrow I’ll Still Love You

Tree Deep, See Dear/Deep In The Forrest (树深时见鹿)

— Tropical Night (열대야) (Korea)

Twilight Night Legend (暮夜传说之嗜血男宠)

— Two Men's Persistent Basketball Rules (두 남자의 끈적한 농구법)

Two Weddings & a Funeral (두 번의 결혼식과 한 번의 장례식)

— Uncle & Son

— Uncoloured Rainbow (无色彩虹)

— Uniform

— U-Prince: The Series

— Utopians

— Waiting For the Wind

— Wake Up Chanee

— War Of High School

— Water Boyy

— Waterboyy: The Series

— We Are Gamily

— We Must Be Together

— What the Duck: The Series

— When I Got a Boyfriend (좋은 사람 생기면)

— White Night

Winter Cicada */@

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? *

— Yarichin Bitch Club @

— Yan Zhi Shan Hai Jing (颜值山海经)

— You and Me XXX

You Used To Smile That Way

艾咪拍拍

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This is really just a list of the ones I enjoyed for my future reference (but perhaps some of y’all might be interested in knowing the kinda stuff I’m into watching. xD) (Legend: 3 = e, 1 (sometimes) = i)

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[Pandora] My Sw33t D3v1l

[Pandora] Prem1um D1sc Vol.030 – YUK1ME — The bottom is so damn cute!

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samanthasroberts · 7 years

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6 Animals That Get High More Than Humanity’s Biggest Stoners

Aww, look at that cute little animal doing human stuff. He thinks he’s people! He’s pushing a little cart, he’s wearing a hat, now he’s buying a speedball off of Scritchy Saul and overdosing in an alley! Yes, animals like to get just as recreationally wasted as us humans do. Sometimes, even more so …

#6. Gorillas Get Drunk As Fuck On Bamboo Wine

Gorillas have every reason to be stressed out. They’re critically endangered, their trees keep getting knocked down, poachers keep trying to shoot them … how do they deal with this day-to-day nightmare? The same way that we would: by getting riggity-riggity-wrecked, son!

“Gimme a double — Flash kicked my ass twice tonight.”

Gorillas in the mountains of Rwanda have discovered a local form of bamboo with naturally alcoholic sap. The locals call it ulanzi, or “bamboo wine.” The gorillas just call it “a damn good time.”

Curious George Takes A Ride On The Night Train

Wildlife photographer Andy Rouse discovered the jungle frat party when he went to Rwanda in search of a Gorillas In The Mist experience. What he found instead, in his own words, were “gorillas who were pissed.” As a result, he managed to take all of these great photographs that the embarrassed gorillas hope you don’t tag them in on Facebook. He’s also the first person in history to catch photographic evidence of gorilla hangovers:

The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second step is not ripping your sponsor’s limbs off.

#5. Dogs In Australia Trip Balls On Toad Sweat

Since the 1930s, Australia’s wildlife has been waging a war of extinction against the cane toad, an animal that Australia deliberately and stupidly introduced to control the beetle population. In a country where every second rock you turn over is actually some kind of fucking rock-snake that can murder your entire family, it’s hard to believe that the king of the food chain is a goddamn toad, but cane toads are so poisonous that they kill anything that eats them, and this is a continent where everything is trying to eat you.

“Giant, snake-eating spiders? I’ll take a pound to go.”

But dogs are taking those cane toads and making cane-toad-ade. It turns out that the chemical cane toads excrete through their skin is a mild hallucinogenic in small quantities, which animals can experience by licking them. Since dogs are uniquely prone to licking everything they see, it’s a foregone conclusion that they would eventually figure out that toads get them high.

Finally, an explanation for why only Snoopy can see the Red Baron.

The drugged dogs run in circles, their pupils dilate, they stare into space, and generally act tripped-out. And, like any human drug, overindulgence can lead to health problems. That’s why Australia has rehab programs to get your dog off their debilitating toad addiction.

Because turn on, tune in, drop out, roll over, play dead is no way to go through life.

#4. Marmots Tear Apart Cars To Get Wasted On Antifreeze

Here’s the yellow-bellied marmot, an animal to which we have unwittingly introduced a debilitating drug addiction that costs us thousands of dollars a year:

And judging by this picture, it ain’t smack.

Antifreeze is straight-up poison to most animals, but it’s a less straight-up poison to the marmots at Sequoia and Yosemite National Parks in California, who have taken to lurking in gangs of four or five underneath cars in parking lots, then chewing through brake lines, radiator hoses, and whatever else needs compromising in order to get at the antifreeze. Up to 40 cars are damaged this way every year.

It’s like a pub crawl full of assholes who showed up five minutes after closing time.

It’s become such a problem that people have taken to fortifying their cars with tarps and chicken wire to discourage the junkie vandals. People have even been known to leave bowls of antifreeze nearby as a more easily accessible option, like some sort of wildlife methadone program.

The woodland version of security bars on a ghetto liquor store.

Marmots have even been known to accidentally hitch a ride and end up being taken out of their specific habitat, outside of which they can’t survive. And there’s nothing sadder than a homeless Marmot in a strange town, sitting at the corner of the off-ramp, his tiny paws resting on a sign reading “Y lie? Need money 4 antifreeze.”

#3. Dolphins Pass Pufferfish Around Like Joints

It’s common knowledge that the pufferfish is incredibly poisonous, but in very small quantities, its poison is a powerful narcotic. Humans have much safer methods of getting high, but dolphins have to take what they can get, and pods of dolphins have been found lightly gnawing on pufferfish for the singular goal of getting adorably smashed.

“What if the universe was one giant can of tuna, inside an even bigger can of tuna?”

This probably isn’t pleasant for the pufferfish, but the dolphins don’t kill it — instead, they pass it around like a joint, sucking on the unfortunate critter just long enough to feel its effects before giving it over to the next aquatic stoner. When all the dolphins are blitzed out of their minds, they simply let the fish go free while they float about in the ocean, much like you float about on that beanbag in the basement. We’re all, like, one species, man.

Maybe if more dolphins passed the puffer on the left-hand side, they’d quit being such raping, murderous assholes all the time.

#2. There Is An Epidemic Of Alcoholic Squirrels

It turns out that squirrels have an alcohol problem. Like, collectively, as a species. They’ve been known to seek out fruit that has been rotting in the sun, probably lured by the pungent aroma, but it doesn’t take much fermented fruit juice to give a squirrel a head rush. As a result, there are several videos on YouTube of drunk squirrels trying to navigate a world that is suddenly spinning around them.

This is especially prevalent after Halloween, when some households take a little too long to deal with all the carved pumpkins lying around, which makes somewhere around Nov. 17 the squirrel equivalent of St. Patrick’s Day.

“Like you humans are ones to talk, with all your pumpkin spice bullshit.”

In July 2015, staff of an English private club came to work to find the place ransacked and the floor drenched in a lake of beer. Initially assuming they had been robbed, they eventually discovered the culprit still inside the building — an extremely intoxicated squirrel who had managed to turn on the beer taps and proceeded to party like a squirrel in a beer lake.

That is its own idiom now.

#1. Bears In Russia Huff Jet Fuel

At some point, somebody in Russia needed to dispose of a whole bunch of barrels of aviation fuel, and they decided that the virtually inaccessible Kronotsky Nature Reserve was their best option. Years later, scientists discovered a curious side effect — local brown bears had learned to open the barrels and were getting high as balls on the fumes.

The bears of the region have become accustomed to huffing fumes from the barrels until they get higher than Sputnik, finishing their binge by digging a ditch in the snow and passing out. And they’ve become so addicted that, according to witnesses, they will gather to ambush landing helicopters and other aircraft, lured by the gasoline like the most hilarious Mad Max sequel possible.

Starring Imperator Furryosa.

Wildlife photographer Igor Shpilenok documented the perpetually stoned bears for seven months, watching as they not only congregated to get high on fuel barrels but obsessively sniffed the ground under landing helicopters for the lingering scent of dripping fuel, like a desperate alcoholic slurping whiskey residue out of an ashtray.

Those pilots better watch it, lest the bear get a hankering for some beer nuts.

Naturally, this is Russia, so we’re not exactly surprised that animals are finding a way to get as drunk as their human compatriots. In fact, in Ukraine, there are even programs designed to detox alcoholic bears. And now, if you’ll excuse us, we have to buy a plane ticket and fulfill a lifelong dream of getting hammered with a bear.

It’s not just a Grindr tagline anymore.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/07/6-animals-that-get-high-more-than-humanitys-biggest-stoners/

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jimdsmith34 · 7 years

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6 Animals That Get High More Than Humanity’s Biggest Stoners

#6. Gorillas Get Drunk As Fuck On Bamboo Wine

“Gimme a double — Flash kicked my ass twice tonight.”

Curious George Takes A Ride On The Night Train

The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second step is not ripping your sponsor’s limbs off.

#5. Dogs In Australia Trip Balls On Toad Sweat

“Giant, snake-eating spiders? I’ll take a pound to go.”

Finally, an explanation for why only Snoopy can see the Red Baron.

Because turn on, tune in, drop out, roll over, play dead is no way to go through life.

#4. Marmots Tear Apart Cars To Get Wasted On Antifreeze

Here’s the yellow-bellied marmot, an animal to which we have unwittingly introduced a debilitating drug addiction that costs us thousands of dollars a year:

And judging by this picture, it ain’t smack.

It’s like a pub crawl full of assholes who showed up five minutes after closing time.

The woodland version of security bars on a ghetto liquor store.

#3. Dolphins Pass Pufferfish Around Like Joints

“What if the universe was one giant can of tuna, inside an even bigger can of tuna?”

Maybe if more dolphins passed the puffer on the left-hand side, they’d quit being such raping, murderous assholes all the time.

#2. There Is An Epidemic Of Alcoholic Squirrels

“Like you humans are ones to talk, with all your pumpkin spice bullshit.”

That is its own idiom now.

#1. Bears In Russia Huff Jet Fuel

Starring Imperator Furryosa.

Those pilots better watch it, lest the bear get a hankering for some beer nuts.

It’s not just a Grindr tagline anymore.

source http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/07/6-animals-that-get-high-more-than-humanitys-biggest-stoners/ from All of Beer http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2017/07/6-animals-that-get-high-more-than.html

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adambstingus · 7 years

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6 Animals That Get High More Than Humanity’s Biggest Stoners

#6. Gorillas Get Drunk As Fuck On Bamboo Wine

“Gimme a double — Flash kicked my ass twice tonight.”

Curious George Takes A Ride On The Night Train

The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second step is not ripping your sponsor’s limbs off.

#5. Dogs In Australia Trip Balls On Toad Sweat

“Giant, snake-eating spiders? I’ll take a pound to go.”

Finally, an explanation for why only Snoopy can see the Red Baron.

Because turn on, tune in, drop out, roll over, play dead is no way to go through life.

#4. Marmots Tear Apart Cars To Get Wasted On Antifreeze

Here’s the yellow-bellied marmot, an animal to which we have unwittingly introduced a debilitating drug addiction that costs us thousands of dollars a year:

And judging by this picture, it ain’t smack.

It’s like a pub crawl full of assholes who showed up five minutes after closing time.

The woodland version of security bars on a ghetto liquor store.

#3. Dolphins Pass Pufferfish Around Like Joints

“What if the universe was one giant can of tuna, inside an even bigger can of tuna?”

Maybe if more dolphins passed the puffer on the left-hand side, they’d quit being such raping, murderous assholes all the time.

#2. There Is An Epidemic Of Alcoholic Squirrels

“Like you humans are ones to talk, with all your pumpkin spice bullshit.”

That is its own idiom now.

#1. Bears In Russia Huff Jet Fuel

Starring Imperator Furryosa.

Those pilots better watch it, lest the bear get a hankering for some beer nuts.

It’s not just a Grindr tagline anymore.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/07/6-animals-that-get-high-more-than-humanitys-biggest-stoners/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/162722934392

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allofbeercom · 7 years

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6 Animals That Get High More Than Humanity’s Biggest Stoners

#6. Gorillas Get Drunk As Fuck On Bamboo Wine

“Gimme a double — Flash kicked my ass twice tonight.”

Curious George Takes A Ride On The Night Train

The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second step is not ripping your sponsor’s limbs off.

#5. Dogs In Australia Trip Balls On Toad Sweat

“Giant, snake-eating spiders? I’ll take a pound to go.”

Finally, an explanation for why only Snoopy can see the Red Baron.

Because turn on, tune in, drop out, roll over, play dead is no way to go through life.

#4. Marmots Tear Apart Cars To Get Wasted On Antifreeze

Here’s the yellow-bellied marmot, an animal to which we have unwittingly introduced a debilitating drug addiction that costs us thousands of dollars a year:

And judging by this picture, it ain’t smack.

It’s like a pub crawl full of assholes who showed up five minutes after closing time.

The woodland version of security bars on a ghetto liquor store.

#3. Dolphins Pass Pufferfish Around Like Joints

“What if the universe was one giant can of tuna, inside an even bigger can of tuna?”

Maybe if more dolphins passed the puffer on the left-hand side, they’d quit being such raping, murderous assholes all the time.

#2. There Is An Epidemic Of Alcoholic Squirrels

“Like you humans are ones to talk, with all your pumpkin spice bullshit.”

That is its own idiom now.

#1. Bears In Russia Huff Jet Fuel

Starring Imperator Furryosa.

Those pilots better watch it, lest the bear get a hankering for some beer nuts.

It’s not just a Grindr tagline anymore.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/07/6-animals-that-get-high-more-than-humanitys-biggest-stoners/

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thegetawaydiary · 7 years

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Day 21 | 22.06.17

MONTEROSSO (CINQUE TERRE) to FLORENCE, ITALY

- I did not get a good sleep again last night, maybe it’s just because I’m at a hotel by myself in the skinniest single bed ever. When I woke up, I lay in bed for a while, really not wanting to get up because that would mean that I was closer to leaving this beautiful place. I sorted out my train(s) back to Florence, booking it so that there was a decent connection time since everything is always late here; tried to get some more photos posted; refilled my polaroid with film (still so gutted that it had run out right when I wanted to get a sunset photo last night, it would’ve been amazing); and repacked my bags, for the millionth time.

- After checking out, but leaving my bags at the hotel, I just walked around Monterosso, taking in the sights and enjoy the time that I had left. I wanted to stay in the Cinque Terre longer so badly, I just really enjoyed being beside the sea and it not feeling like a furnace, I enjoyed strolling the streets with the locals being so much more polite, I loved being in such a beautiful place and wanted to fill in as much time as possible before heading back to the city and it’s stinky streets. Seriously, all of the cities so far apart from London, have actually smelt like the filthiest public toilet imaginable. I really did/ do like Florence but I don’t think anywhere is going to compare to the time I spent here.

- I stopped into a local shop to get water and they had all of these amazing locally made products, like the most colourful pasta and wine grown on the hills of the Cinque Terre, and limoncello made from the lemons grown around Monterosso. I really wanted to buy some of everything but I just couldn’t fill my bag up with it. That’s been really really hard so far, I see so many things that mum, or Andie, or Steve, or Samara, or the niece and nephews would like and would be so cool to get from these far away places, but I just can’t load up my bag with gifts which really sucks. I was very close to getting a bottle of limoncello but decided not to, and now I wish I had. I also decided to not buy any postcards, which I like to get one from everywhere I go (I didn’t in Siena oops), because there were no good ones with all five towns, and I didn’t want to choose just one town.

- I continued walking around Monterosso and then lined up to get fish and chips from the stand next to the train station because there was always a line and so I assumed it must be good turns out it’s not always fresh fish though which seems weird to me when the Cinque Terre are fishing towns. The food turned out to be really average and the skin was still on the fish, which were tiny little bite sized pieces, not fillets like back home. I don’t think anything will beat kiwi fish and chips. And now I’m craving proper fish and chips. After lunch I popped down to the beach (one of them) to dip my feet in one last time, which I was so sad about. I wanted so badly to just jump right in. I won’t be at a beach again until Croatia in September.

- I’ve found that couples must have a radar that tells them that I’m nearby and so very single so they always go in with the PDA. Like it’s becoming a joke the amount of couples that see me and then decide to make out in front of me.

- I struggled my way up the stairs at the station, though an American man did help me halfway up the last flight which was nice, though I am always very weary about accepting that help, but then again, I don’t think it’s that likely that someone its going to be able to actually run off with my suitcase. I struggled my way up the stairs again at La Spezia because I was too busy trying to find the right platform for my connection and make it on time than wait around for the elevator. The train back to Florence made a stop in Carrara, as in the Carrara marble, and you could see the marble mountain (?) from the station which was really cool to see. A baby/ child on the train was crying, and he sounded exactly like Marlow when he was tiny and it made me miss home. I spent most of the train ride trying to block a group of American school kids out - they seriously are the most annoying, obnoxious, inconsiderate people.

- I got to my new hostel and it seems pretty lame despite all of the high ratings, and I prefer gallo d’oro already, and also because Brandon and Olivia were there. I went for a walk to see the Duomo because that’s my favourite thing to do. It was a good time to see because of the sun setting, there was beautiful golden light shining on it. I came back to the hostel to have a shower, get some posts done (failed) and settle in for the night. I met an American guy in my room and he was actually really nice and not super over bearing like Americans usually are. He said we should get dinner one night which would be really nice, and he added me on Facebook so of course I had a wee stalk and found that he is writing a blog about his travels and its called the travelling jawline which I laughed at because it is so accurate, he is so handsome. The Russian girl in our room spent over 45 minutes in the bathroom, with two other people waiting to use the shower. I had really wanted to have an early night but it did not happen because the others in the room were staying up to use the bathroom and were just messing around with all of their stuff, but that’s hostel life.

#italy

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soulcrazy2017-blog · 7 years

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Cancer blogger dies day earlier than her wedding ceremony

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Cancer blogger dies day earlier than her wedding ceremony

A blogger who documented her war with Most cancers had died the day before she changed into because of being wedding after dropping her -12 months fight with a mind tumor.

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Anna Swaney, 25, who ran a blog documenting her combat with the illness, were praised for her braveness and her fundraising efforts. “I cannot position into words the heartbreak all of us feel, however among our unhappiness; we’re so happy with her braveness, her spirit and the dedication she showed during her contamination,” a member of her circle of relatives wrote on her Fb web page, confirming her demise on Friday morning. “If ever there has been a person to show us a way to stay, it’s Anna Louise Swabey, our beautiful, courageous lady.”

Wendy Fulcher, the founding father of mind Tumour Studies Marketing campaign, for which Swabey raised cash, said she turned into “bright, vivacious, type, and delightful.” Fulcher delivered that Swabey changed into “one of those to whom others are naturally drawn. She had a great sense of fun and a marvelous joie de vivre.”

Swabey was recognized with the tumor years ago and was initially told she could also have as little as a few months to stay. She met her fiancé Andy Bell quickly after her prognosis. The couple deliberate to marry inside the Yorkshire Dales on Saturday but Swabey’s circumstance deteriorated sharply in recent weeks.

“To Andy and her family, Anna changed into nonetheless ‘Anna’ and not ‘Anna with a brain tumor.’ This turned into essential to her even though she by no means shied away from reality, giving her time selflessly via interviews to help improve consciousness of the disease and the shocking loss of funding to enhance consequences for sufferers,” Fulcher said.

Swabey also began her blog Internal My Head shortly after the analysis due to the fact she said she wanted to “guide others who can be experiencing a similar battle.”

She wrote: “Despite the fact that one man or woman reads one weblog publish and might relate to how I’m feeling, and it makes them experience like they are not by myself, I can view that as a fulfillment.”

She nicknamed her tumor Trev and changed into given desire using neurosurgeon Kevin O’Neill, who leads the Brain Tumour Studies Centre of Excellence at Imperial University London. Swabey spoke approximately how her first consultation with him had left her in “tears of happiness” due to the fact she felt they could fight the illness together. Fulcher brought that Swabey had shown “gritty willpower” in her Marketing campaign to raise cash for O’Neill and his group’s work.

“Another vivid mild has long gone out,” he said. “Any other younger man or woman has been taken by way of a mind tumor, this maximum merciless and crippling of cancers which kill other children and adults under the age of forty than another … simply one consistent with the cent of the national spend has been allocated to this devastating ailment.

“Anna cherished the truth that she should make a difference. She truly did that, and I’m so proud that I had the opportunity to know her.” Following a Mediterranean eating regimen should help lessen the risk of contracting one of the worst forms of breast Cancer through 40%, according to an excellent look at for the sector Cancer Studies Fund.

The Mediterranean weight loss program, that’s rich in olive oil, fish, fruit, nuts, vegetables, and whole grains, has nicely-publicised benefits, together with lowering the danger of stroke and coronary heart sickness.

The observe published in the International Journal of Most cancers on Monday shows it may additionally extensively lessen the possibilities of women getting oestrogen-receptor-poor (ER-terrible) Breast Most cancers, a postmenopausal shape of the sickness that can’t be handled with hormone remedy.

The examine’s lead researcher, Prof Piet van den Brandt of Maastricht College inside the Netherlands, stated: “Our Studies can assist to polish a mild on how nutritional styles can affect our Cancer threat.

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“We determined a strong link between the Mediterranean weight loss plan and decreased oestrogen-receptor-poor Breast Cancer danger amongst postmenopausal women, even in a non-Mediterranean population. This form of breast Cancer usually has a worse analysis than other styles of Breast Most cancers.”

The researchers tested 62,573 ladies elderly 55 to sixty-nine over many years. They have been all individuals inside the Netherlands Cohort study examining weight-reduction plan and Cancer, which started in 1986. Their diets were tracked to see how closely they accompanied the Mediterranean pattern, which additionally has a low consumption of red meat, sweets and fine grains such as white bread or white rice. Traditionally it includes moderate intake of alcohol. However, because alcohol is a known threat factor for breast Most cancers, this was excluded from the observing. Nearly 12,000 cases of breast Most cancers might be averted within the United Kingdom each 12 months if no person drank alcohol, previous Studies has suggested.

Of the women included in the look at, three,354 shrunk Breast Most cancers, but 1,033 of the cases were now not covered in the evaluation because the ladies had records of Breast Most cancers and had incomplete or inconsistent dietary information. The assessment looked at the exceptional components of the Mediterranean food plan individually, concluding that nut consumption changed into most strongly inversely related to ER-terrible breast Cancer, observed using fruit and fish.

The researchers found that assuming causality, if all people ate the best described Mediterranean food plan, around a 3rd (32.four%) of ER-bad Breast Cancer instances and 2.3% of all breast Cancer cases might be prevented.

They stated their findings had been confirmed in a meta-evaluation of cohort studies.

Dr. Panagiota Mitrou, director of Research investment at the sector Most cancers Research Fund, said it turned into an important study. “With Breast Most cancers being so commonplace within the United Kingdom, prevention is prime if we want to see a lower inside the range of ladies developing the disease,” he stated. “We would welcome further Research that helps us better understand the chance elements for the exceptional Breast Most cancers subtypes.” I were given engaged recently, for my sins, and though I’m evidently overwhelmed with pleasure to be marrying a man who adds Tabasco to any delicately flavoured dish I prepare dinner while complaining about how many books I very own, it does additionally mean that I have been sucked into the terrifying, pastel-hued vortex this is the arena of the net wedding blog. For those unacquainted with this unique style of lifestyle porn, trust me when I say: right here be monsters, and those monsters are after your difficult-earned cash.

Don’t get me incorrect: I’ve were given nothing towards an awesome wedding. I locate such public declarations of commitment and the way they bring about friends and households collectively profoundly shifting. However I can’t assist but be alarmed that not most useful does the average British wedding ceremony fee a preposterous £20,500, however Almost all of them seem to be indistinguishable (or at the least the heterosexual ones do; gay couples have in large part escaped this fate, through now not being so doggedly dedicated to centuries’ worth of rigid gender norms).

Way to the decline of the bridal magazine for the new DIY aesthetic of social media, now not to say a massive quantity of one-upmanship, the same touches and tropes keep doping up. How can your day sincerely constitute the 2 of you when it’s far little greater than a series of carefully curated concerts nicked from someone else’s Instagram?

It has slowly dawned on me that, no matter how hard I’d try to make my personal wedding ceremony exclusive, it will probably grow to be being the same as absolutely everyone else’s. The handiest question is, which one of the trending kinds will it’s? Here are ten weddings you’ve got for your diary this summer.

The Pinterest wedding

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The whole thing seems as although it has been ripped straight from the visible scrapbooking site and made actual. There’s a chalkboard welcoming visitors in curly cursive, and Facebook profile image name cards revealed out to seem like Polaroids. There’s a “cake” which includes three wheels of British cheese stacked one on the pinnacle of the other. There’s a basket of “wedding turn-flops” (sure, they’re a thing) for lady guests who’ve worn footwear too impractical to pop in. There’s confetti made with real rose petals, there’s select ’n’ blend, a Gypsy swing band, antique photographs of all of the couple’s ancestors who ever got married, Even though they, in the end, got divorced or have been bigamists or lived for decades in silent, aching desperation. There are massive, wood, mild-up initials, in case humans drink a lot of cave, they overlook the bride and groom’s names. There’s an image sales space. Most of all, there may be bunting. Oh, is there bunting.

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frankkmartin25-blog · 7 years

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Man given face transplant overjoyed at results

He'd been waiting for this day, and when his doctor handed him the mirror, Andy Sandness stared at his image and absorbed the enormity of the moment: He had a new face, one that had belonged to another man.

His father and his brother, joined by several doctors and nurses at Mayo Clinic, watched as he studied his swollen features. He was just starting to heal from one of the rarest surgeries in the world - a face transplant, the first at the medical center.

He had the nose, cheeks, mouth, lips, jaw, chin, even the teeth of his donor. Resting in his hospital bed, he still couldn't speak clearly, but he had something to say.

He scrawled four words in a spiral notebook:

"Far exceeded my expectations," he wrote, handing it to Dr. Samir Mardini, who read the message to the group.

"You don't know how happy that makes us feel," Mardini said, his voice husky with emotion as he looked at the patient-turned-friend he had first met nearly a decade earlier.

The exchange came near the end of an extraordinary medical journey that revolved around two young men. Both were rugged outdoorsmen and both just 21 when, overcome by demons, they decided to kill themselves: One, Sandness, survived but with a face almost destroyed by a gunshot; the other man died.

Their paths wouldn't converge for years, but when they did - in side-by-side operating rooms - one man's tragedy offered hope that the other would have a second chance at a normal life.

It was two days before Christmas in 2006 when Andy Sandness reached a breaking point.

He'd been sad and drinking too much at that time. That night after work while "super, super depressed," he grabbed a rifle from a closet. He stared at it for a while, then put a round in the chamber.

He positioned the barrel beneath his chin, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

Instantly, he knew he'd made a terrible mistake. When the police arrived, an officer who was a friend cradled him in his arms as Sandness begged, "Please, please don't let me die! I don't want to die!"

He was rushed from his home in eastern Wyoming, treated at two hospitals, then transferred to Mayo Clinic.

When he woke, his mother was holding his hand. She'd always been a strong woman but that day, her face was a portrait of unfathomable pain. The bullet had obliterated his mouth, so he motioned for a pen and paper.

"I'm sorry," he wrote.

"I love you," she replied. "It's OK." But all Sandness could think about was how he'd hurt his family - and just wonder what was next.

The answer came quickly when he met Mardini, a plastic surgeon whose specialty is facial reconstruction. As a newcomer at Mayo, the doctor was on call Christmas Eve. Over the next few days, he reassured Sandness that he'd fix his face as best he could.

"I just need you to be strong and patient," he said.

It would take time and much surgery. And despite their skills, the doctors couldn't miraculously turn him back into that guy with the orthodontist-perfected smile.

Sandness couldn't bear to see himself, so he covered his hospital room mirror with a towel. He had no nose and no jaw. He'd shot out all but two teeth. His mouth was shattered, his lips almost nonexistent. He'd lost some vision in his left eye. He needed breathing and feeding tubes at first.

Mardini and his team removed dead tissue and shattered bones, then connected facial bones with titanium plates and screws. They reconstructed his upper jaw with bone and muscle from the hip; they transferred bone and skin from a leg to fashion the lower jaw.

They used wires and sutures to bring together his eyelids, which had been spread apart by the powerful blast.

They made progress, even if it didn't always look that way.

After about eight surgeries over 4½ months, Sandness returned home to Newcastle, Wyoming, a hamlet of 3,200, where friends and family embraced him. He worked at a lodge, in the oil fields and as an electrician's apprentice.

But his world had shrunk. When he ventured to the grocery store, he avoided eye contact with children so he wouldn't scare them.

Occasionally, he heard them ask their mothers why he looked that way.

He sometimes lied when folks asked what had happened. "I would tell them it was a hunting accident," he says. "I felt like they didn't need to know."

He had almost no social life; on a rare night out to shoot pool, a guy taunted him about his appearance. He retreated to the hills, where he could hunt elk and fish walleye, unseen.

"Those were real tough times for him,' says his father, Reed. "He was insecure. Who wouldn't be?"

Sandness learned to adapt. His mouth was about an inch wide - too small for a spoon - so he tore food into bits, then sucked on them until he could swallow the pieces. He wore a prosthetic nose but it constantly fell off outdoors; he carried glue to reattach it. It discolored often, so he had to paint it to match his skin.

"You never fully accept it," he says. "You eventually say, 'OK, is there something else we can do?'"

There was, but the prospect of 15 more surgeries Mardini had mapped out scared him. He didn't want more skin grafts, more scars or dental implants. Even then, he'd still look deformed.

Over the next five years, Sandness made yearly visits to Mayo. Then in spring of 2012, he received a life-changing call.

Mardini told him it looked like Mayo was going to launch a face transplant program and Sandness might be an ideal patient. The doctor had already begun traveling to France, Boston and Cleveland to meet doctors who'd done face transplants.

Mardini tried to temper his patient's enthusiasm. "Think very hard about this," he said. Only about two dozen transplants have been done around the world, and he wanted Sandness to understand the risks and the aftermath: a lifelong regimen of anti-rejection drugs. But Sandness could hardly contain himself. "How long until I can do this?" he asked.

He followed Mardini's advice to research the surgery. It was far more complicated than he'd imagined, but he was undeterred.

"When you look like I looked and you function like I functioned, every little bit of hope that you have, you just jump on it," he says, "and this was the surgery that was going to take me back to normal."

Three more years passed as Sandness waited.

By then, Mayo Clinic had completed a long internal review to get the face transplant program approved. Sandness had to undergo a rigorous psychiatric and social work evaluation to address, among other things, a key question: Should this surgery be performed on someone who'd attempted suicide?

Several factors were in his favor: His resilience and motivation, a strong support network of family and friends, a long-standing rapport with Mardini and a gap of several years since the shooting.

"I don't think there's anybody who doesn't deserve a second chance," Mardini says.

Asked by the doctors what he expected from the transplant, to make sure he had realistic goals, Sandness said he wanted a working nose, the ability to bite, swallow, chew, and to "get good stares as opposed to bad stares."

These incremental steps benefited everyone, says Dr. Hatem Amer, Mayo's medical director of reconstructive transplantation.

"He wasn't rushing us, and we weren't rushing him," he says. "He really understood what he was embarking upon."

Sandness says he was concerned both about the possibility of rejection and potential side effects of anti-rejection drugs, including skin cancer, infection, diabetes and weakening of the bones.

Mardini and his team devoted more than 50 Saturdays over 3½ years to rehearsing the surgery, using sets of cadaver heads to transplant the face of one to the other. They used 3-D imaging and virtual surgery to plot out the bony cuts so the donor's face would fit perfectly on Sandness.

In January 2016, Sandness' name was added to the waiting list of the United Network for Organ Sharing.

Mardini figured it would take up to five years to find the right donor: a man with matching blood and tissue types, roughly the same size as Sandness, within a 10-year age range and a close skin tone.

But just five months later, Mardini got a call: There might be a donor. He phoned Sandness, cautioning it was just a possibility. The next day, Mardini got the final word: The donor's family had said OK.

The decision came from a 19-year-old newlywed mourning the sudden loss of her husband.

In early June, Calen "Rudy" Ross fatally shot himself in the head. His devastated widow, Lilly, was eight months pregnant.

Despite her grief, she was committed to carrying out her husband's wishes: On his driver's license, Ross, who lived in Fulda, Minnesota, had designated he wanted to be an organ donor. Lilly met with a coordinator from LifeSource, a nonprofit group that works with families in the upper Midwest to facilitate organ and tissue donation.

Since Ross had been healthy and just 21, his heart, lungs, liver and kidneys could be donated. But additional screening determined he could do even more: He was a good match for a man awaiting a face transplant at Mayo Clinic.

In a second conversation, LifeSource broached the idea to Lilly.

"I was skeptical at first," she says. "I didn't want to walk around and all of a sudden see Calen." She was reassured the donor had his own eyes and forehead and would not be recognizable as her husband. After consulting with her husband's best friend, she gave her consent.

A CT scan, other tests and a photo sent to Mardini by LifeSource confirmed the two men were a good match. Mardini said when the doctors studied Ross' photo, "we got chills when we actually saw how close they were in hair color, skin - just the overall look. It could be his cousin."

Late on June 16, Sandness was wheeled into surgery, accompanied by Mardini, who was showing him photos of his two small children. Over the years, the two say they've become as close as brothers.

"There was not a second of doubt that everything was going to go well," Sandness says.

"Everybody went into this totally knowing their role, knowing what to expect," Mardini recalls. "Every step has been thought out 1,000 times."

Mardini had a parting message: "We're looking forward to seeing you with a new face."

In adjoining operating rooms, some 60 surgeons, nurses, anesthesiologists and others had gathered for what would be a 56-hour marathon.

The surgery that started shortly before midnight Friday was over early Monday morning.

It took about 24 hours to procure the donor's face, which involved taking bone, muscle, skin and nerves, and almost the same time to prepare Sandness. His entire face was rebuilt below his eyes, taking an additional 32 hours. The medical team rotated, many taking four-hour breaks through the weekend.

One of the most intricate parts of the surgery was identifying facial nerve branches on both men and stimulating them with an electric current to determine their function. That allowed doctors to make the correct transfers, so when Sandness thinks about smiling or closing his eyes, for example, those movements actually happen.

After the surgery ended, Mardini proclaimed it "a miracle."

Sandness, who was sedated for several days, wasn't allowed to see himself immediately. His room mirror and cell phone were removed. His father, Reed, served as his eyes.

"I said, 'Andy, I've never lied to you. I'm telling you you're going to be happy with what you see,'" he recalls. "He was quizzing me and the nurses all the time."

Three weeks later, when he finally did see his face - a scene captured on a Mayo video - his father says it "was just a real tearful, hard-to-hold-back time ... beyond our wildest dreams."

Sandness was overwhelmed. "Once you lose something that you've had forever, you know what it's like not to have it," he says. "And once you get a second chance to have it back, you never forget it." Just having a nose and mouth are blessings, he says. "The looks are a bonus."

Months earlier, both he and Lilly Ross had expressed interest in learning about each other. She particularly wanted him to know about her husband, an adventurous, spontaneous guy.

Last fall, she wrote to Sandness and the five others who received her husband's organs. She described Ross, her high school sweetheart, as a "giving person" who loved hunting, trapping and being with his dog, Grit. "I am filled with great joy knowing that he was able to give a little of himself to ensure a better quality of life for someone else," she wrote.

As for the face transplant, she thought of her baby son when she agreed to it. "The reason that I decided to ... go through with it was so that I can later down the road show Leonard what his dad had done to help somebody," she said in a video produced by LifeSource.

Lilly was given photos of Sandness before and after the transplant. That's when she learned of uncanny similarities between the two men - not just their passion for the outdoors, but the way they stood in their hunting photos. "It was amazing how good he looked and how well he's doing,'" she says of Sandness. "I'm excited for him that he's getting his life back."

She also noticed one small detail - a small bare patch in the middle of his bearded chin, just as on her husband's face.

Both she and Sandness hope to meet one day. For now, he wrote her a letter of appreciation. Referring to her husband's favorite things, he said: "He's still going to continue to love hunting and fishing and dogs - through me."

Andy Sandness can pinpoint the day he looked normal.

About three months after the transplant, he was in an elevator when a little boy glanced at him, then turned to his mother without appearing scared or saying anything. "I knew then," he says, "that the surgery was a success."

Last December, he had follow-up surgery to tighten skin on his face and neck and build up bone around his eyes so they're not so recessed.

His facial muscles are growing stronger. He received speech therapy to learn to use his tongue in a new mouth and jaw, and enunciate clearly.

He's thrilled to smell again, breathe normally and be eating foods that were off-limits for a decade: apples, steak and pizza that he shared with his doctors.

His transformation isn't just visible. After the shooting, he says, when he dreamed, he still had his old face. Now, his new face appears in his dreams.

Sandness, now 31, plans to return to Wyoming, work as an electrician and, he hopes, marry and have a family someday.

For now, he savors his anonymity. Recently, he attended a Minnesota Wild game. He bought some popcorn. He watched some hockey. He didn't see any stares or hear any whispers.

He was, as he says, "just another face in the crowd." Just thinking about that makes him smile.

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