#Sound Splitter

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[splittersplatter]

pfp moment. Im soso normal about these two

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

[kitty-koins]

nine whole charic genders because im totally sane over my interests!!!

disposablegirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Disposable Girl/Jordyn-Mae Thomas from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

irreverentgirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Irreverent Girl/Kairi Herring from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

splittergirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Splitter Girl/Tahira Rashid from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

fainéantgirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Fainéant Girl/Freyja Maria Mendoza from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

calibergirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Caliber Girl/Nora Qu from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

chocolateboxgirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Chocolate-Box Girl/Morgan Moretti from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

taxidermygirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Taxidermy Girl/Mayra Tikuna from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

chemicalgirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Chemical Girl/Joy Sinclair from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

refractiongirlcharic ┄ a charic gender related to Refraction Girl/Nataana Nchoko from The Post-Traumatic Manifesto !

i have versions of these with the symbols from the carrd as well, i just don't have the energy to make image IDs for them ,, i might add them at some point, might not [^-^']>

also i got refraction girl when i took the quiz which. yeah. sounds about right

anyways if you havent already GO LISTEN TO TPTM RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

[captain-ravioli7321]

lyrics from the OTHER tptm songs i think the girls would relate to

Disposable Girl: "the sound of a guitar eternally tuned wrong, the break-up before you're performing a love song" (Refraction Girl)

Irreverent Girl: "Sinful desires festering, Under my pelt they crawl" (Taxidermy Girl)

Splitter Girl: "have i been bitter for so fucking long that everybody i love forgot who I was?" (Chemical Girl)

Faineant Girl: "statue of glass tries to break free, no more treatment, no more waiting" (Refraction Girl)

Caliber Girl: "swear to god, all I've done is my best, but I always get treated like I'm different from the rest" (Disposable Girl)

Chocolate-Box Girl: "to be a girl is to be trapped. a delicacy never unwrapped, an innocence forever in-tact" (Taxidermy Girl)

Taxidermy Girl: "growing up, I'd have these urges I'd feel bad about, but I'm done feeling guilty, I'll take these thoughts and tear them out." (Splitter Girl)

Chemical Girl: "if I can't be perfect, I don't want to be anything at all" - Caliber Girl

Refraction Girl: "i miss a life i never had, the everything I could've been; I hope they never have to understand the kind of pain i'm in." (Faineant Girl)

[ricksdirtyarchive]

Quietly! 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Kinks: shower sex, having to be quiet

Smut

Kinks: sex in the shower

You and Rick were in the garage, he was fixing a

Quantum Tachyon Splitter, you were under the ship, doing some general maintenance. Replacing gears with the high quality ones you got from gear world.

Morty was out lolly-gagging. This was the first time in weeks that Morty wasn't attached at your hips. You thought Rick was clingy, no, fucking Morty was clingy.

You and Rick desperately need a break. Surprisingly, you weren't clawing at each other's clothes like usual, or kissing so hard your lips were numb.

"Babe!" Rick called to you. You were slid up under the ship, cranking a wrench.

"Yeah?" You answered coming out from underneath. You stood up and wiped your hands on a rag. You walked up behind him and gently kissed his neck.

"Can you hold this in place so I can *burps* grab the new crystal?" He asked. You took over and held it in place while he grabbed a new crystal. Working it into the socket. "Aaaand let's see if this works" he announces. He pressed the button and held a tachyon to it, letting it split.

"Attababe!" You exclaim before walking back to the ship.

"What're you fixing under there?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"Well I changed the oil but the diagnostic I did, showed a third of the bears needed to be changed. So I'm changing the gears out" you say as you sit back down on the creeper. Rick looks at the box, the brightly colored label catching his eye.

"Holy fuck (y/n) did you buy these?" He asks as he picks one up.

"Fuck no!" You exclaim. "I stole them from Gearheads car" you say.

- Cut to Gear Head-

Gearhead is sitting in his car, getting ready to leave.

"Awwwww fuck" he lays his head on the steering wheel, letting the horn blow extensively.

-Back to you and Rick-

"Oh well that's *hiccups* relieving." Rick chuckles. "Anyways, how much more do you have to do? I wanna take you to dinner tonight"

"This is the last one" you say as you took out the other gear and replaced it. A few minutes later you slid out from under the ship. "I gotta run one last diagnostic on it th-"

"Dad, (y/n), we're going to Shoneys for dinner, would you guys wanna go?" Beth asks.

"Yeah" Rick answered.

"Do I have time to shower?" You ask. "I smell like car fluids"

"Yeah of course (y/n)" she replied.

"Coolsies" you say as you close the hood and check the diagnostic. The car was in the green. "I'm gonna go shower, and I'll see you in a bit" you tell Rick.

"What are you talking about? I'm showering with you? The fuck?" He deadpans, quirking an eyebrow. You were already half way in the house, Rick tailing behind.

Grabbing your towels from Rick’s room and heading to the bathroom. You turned on the water and began undressing. You let your (h/c) hair from the bun letting it fall around you.

“You’ve always had beautiful hair” Rick says locking the door behind you. He began undressed, his blue hair dirty. You had already started the water.

“Thank you” you say quietly as you turn to the shower.

You both slip into the shower, the steam already filling the bathroom, creating a private, misty cocoon. Rick turns on the water, adjusting it to a warm, relaxing temperature. He pulls you close, his hands already exploring your body, a hungry grin on his face.

"About time we had a moment to ourselves," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel his excitement pressing against you, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"Shh, we have to be quiet," you remind him, your voice barely a whisper. He starts to kiss you, his lips soft and insistent, his tongue exploring your mouth. You kiss him back, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans quietly, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he says, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

You turn around, pressing your back against his chest, and he starts to wash your back, his hands moving in slow, sensual circles.

"Rick, that feels so good," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed. He leans down to kiss your shoulder, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm glad you think so." You can feel his hardness against your lower back, and you grind against him, earning a low hiss from him. "Be quiet," he reminds you, his voice a low growl, teasingly.

You turn the tables, taking his soap from the wall rack and starting to wash his chest, your hands exploring every ridge, every scar.

"You're amazing," you tell him, your voice soft, your eyes meeting his. You can feel his heart pounding under your palm, and you lean up to kiss his neck, his jaw, his ear. "I love you, Rick," you whisper, your voice so soft it's almost carried away by the steam. He turns you back around, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in quick gasps.

"I love you too, you know that right?" he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He enters you slowly, both of you stifling your moans, your breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps.

"Rick, I need you," you whisper, your voice desperate, your body already aching with need. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against yours, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you down onto him.

"I'm here, I've got you," he reassures you, his voice strained with effort. "Let's just... take it easy," he says, trying to hold himself back. You can feel the pleasure building, your body tensing, your nails digging into his back.

"Rick, I can't hold on much longer," you warn him, your voice a desperate whisper. He mutes your cries with his mouth, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans. His movements become more urgent, more desperate, and you can feel him losing control.

"Cum with me," he whispers against your lips, his voice hoarse, his body tense. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body shaking, his breath hot against your neck. You follow soon after, your body convulsing, your teeth sinking into his shoulder to stifle your cry.

He holds you there, your bodies still joined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. He pulls out, setting you down gently, a soft smile on his face.

"That was... something," he says, his voice low, his eyes never leaving yours. "I needed that."

“Me too… I love Morty but he’s been all over us the past couple weeks… I just needed some me and you time and when we had it we’re busying working” you admit.

“Yeah trust me, I feel the same way” he answers. “But now it’s just us, pretty girl” he kisses you again. He begins to wash himself as you did the same. The two of taking turns washing each others hair and scrubbing the others back.

[kerrslvr]

mile high club / teagan micah

in which, you and teagan join the mile high club.

warnings; fingering (r receiving), nipple stimulation, dom!teagan, sub!reader, dirty talk, strap-ons (fucking and sucking), breeding kink, praise kink, voyuerism?? i guess??

a short little smut completely inspired by teagan's insta story of her on the flight back to aus which i posted here. i have also clearly never been in a first class airplane pod, so forgive me for giving it too much space x

**** "babe. are you asleep?"

your eyes peeled open to teagan's fingers prodding at your bicep, and you shifted from a position that made your neck stiff and your legs cramp.

"i was," you grumbled, squinting your eyes closed to adjust to the light within the plane, "what's up?"

teagan's fingers danced across your arm, and even though you were wearing one of her thick, fleeced hoodies, you could feel the electricity bouncing from her fingertips.

"hm, nothing," she hummed, "just a bit bored to be honest."

"we've been on this plane two hours, teags," you shifted so that your legs were draped over hers and immediately her hand gripped your thigh. you pulled her hood down and played with the strands of her hair that fell loosely behind her ears, "why don't you try and sleep? or maybe we could watch a movie...? i bought my headphone splitter so we can watch notting hill in peace."

"i don't wanna watch notting hill, babe."

her hand moved up your leg an inch or so, and you sensed you knew what she was getting at but you were in a first class pod on a busy airplane with alanna and mary in the pods surrounding you. there was no way in hell she wanted to do that, was there?

"oh, uh, o-okay," you shifted and reached for your ipad on the table across from you both, "i have, uh, we could watch jumanji, or, uh, i downloaded the new-"

teagan's hand rose higher on your thigh until it was sitting in the crease and you lost your train of thought when her thumb brushed against your clothed clit.

"teagan."

"y.n," she taunted back, "just for five minutes."

"no, teagan, it's too risky."

"because you're going to be too loud? i have ways to shut you up, y'know."

you rolled your eyes and leaned into teagan's touch. it would be nice to just have ten minutes to yourselves, you'd both been so busy with work you were exhausted, and hadn't had sex for a reasonable amount of time.

your lips found hers and her touch was soft, even when her fingers slid under the band of your leggings and her finger pressed against your clit. you pulled the cap from her head and it fell to the floor between her legs, and you pulled her closer as you simultaneously scooched your body closer to hers so it was easier for the both of you.

she pulled your lip between her teeth and now you'd given her the green light there really wasn't much time to waste. you both expected they'd be coming round with refreshments, or possibly even breakfast soon.

"gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me, darling?"

you nodded against her lips, and when her fingers circled your hole and curled inside you as her thumb circled your clit. your hand stayed wrapped around her neck throughout the entirety of the exchange, lips brushing against hers every so often.

"o...oh, my... t-teagan," you breathed, trying desperately not to make a sound.

"sssh, babe, i know," she kissed your jaw, "feels good, doesn't it? you're so wet and warm."

a moan escaped your lips at teagan's comment, and quickly her free hand moved to your mouth, where she stuck two fingers inside and immediately you let your tongue swirl around her fingertips.

the angle was awkward, yet somehow she managed to hit every spot. your pussy was soaked, and she could already feel your wetness dripping down her knuckles and onto her wrist. she added a third finger and your eyes locked as she telepathically swore you to silence.

she loved the look in your eyes, both of partial fear and desperation. how you looked like a deer in the headlights but still craved her enough to continue.

you shifted in your seat so you were closer to being laid down than you were sat up, and allowed your hands to push up her hoodie just enough. she removed her hand from your mouth and helped, so it was now sitting across her shoulders, where you were greeted by her sports bra.

"no," she whispered sternly, "y/n, don't you dare. you know that makes me - oh."

one of your lips attached around one of her nipples and you suckled on it slowly, and immediately she became like putty in your hands. her fingers worked faster, desperately wishing she could bring you to the edge faster so you wouldn't be sucking on her nipples. it's not that she didn't like it - if anything, she loved it - but it drove her crazy and she sometimes found herself getting out of control at the feeling of your lips all over her chest.

your breathing sped up and your legs spread wider, back arching delicately as you chased your orgasm as quietly as you could. teagan's fingers continued to curl inside of you, her thumb pressing down harder as she circled your clit to amount more pressure, and it quickly got to the point where the pressure got too heavy.

your head spun and your limbs shook as your orgasm washed over you, unable to control the feeling amounting inside of your body. your teeth dug into teagan's nipple and she had to bite down on her bottom lip so she didn't elicit any form of unwanted attention from passengers or staff.

once your orgasm subsided and your head felt floaty, she pushed your head away from her chest and looked at you with an unimpressed look on her face.

"that wasn't very smart, was it, babe, hm?" she pulled her fingers from your lap and you admired your own liquid trickling down her wrist, "because i was just going to finger you every so often during the flight until we got to sydney, but now? i don't know if i can do that," her tongue darted out to lick at the juice now rolling down her forearm, "because you decided to be a whore and take it to the next step by sucking my tits, didn't you? and you know how that makes me feel, darling."

"i-i'm sorry, teagan," you whispered, but she was already pulling the hoodie from your body and pushing down your leggings, "i just thought it would keep me quiet."

she tugged at the front of your bralette and watched as your boobs spilled out. without hesitation, the fingers that were inside of you a mere two minutes prior were now stuffed into your mouth, her lips wrapped around your nipples and her free hand began to rub harsh circles around your clit.

"n-no, t-teagan, you know what happens when you-"

"-not my problem."

she suckled on your nipples as if she were tasting them for the first time, licking her lips and allowing herself to get messy. you choked on her fingers as she pushed them further down your throat, not allowing you the space to breathe, and her fingers continued to rub harshly on your clit.

again, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm, and if teagan was good at one thing, it was bringing on an orgasm quickly. her tongue circled between each nipple and it sent your mind reeling, although you both knew you wanted her to eat you out, but it wasn't happening.

you clenched your eyes shut, once again gagging on her fingers as you thought back on memories of the feeling of her tongue on your clit, and soon you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. you grabbed at the wrist that was resting on your chin, wanting to let her know your orgasm was approaching, but she knew your body too well. your legs began to shake and your stomach muscles started to tense, and she admired you as your entire body was rocked by your second orgasm in under five minutes.

your juices trickled around her wrist again and she took her sweet time this time around licking her hand clean while you tried to catch your breath with desperation.

"don't tell me you're tired," she hummed, "you haven't even repaid me with a thank you yet."

you whimpered, but moved your body as exhausted as it was, pushing your hoodie back down your body to cover your modesty just in case anybody were to walk past. as you came to, teagan had undone the drawstring of her bottoms and pushed them down her legs, and your eyes widened at the sight before you.

"well...?" she gestured, "are you just going to sit there? or do i have to force a thank you out of you as well?"

"n-no," you croaked, shifting your position. teagan reached past your body and locked the entrance to your pod, although it was probably clear as a bell to the staff and fellow passengers what was going on by now, not to mention that if anybody walked past in a certain lighting, they would undoubtedly see the outline of your backside sticking out in their direction as you sucked her off.

she bunched up your hair as you slid your mouth down her cock, and she shivered at the feeling. your throat had already been coaxed open by her fingers, and so, much to teagan's satisfaction, you had no trouble in accommodating the size of her strap.

you looked over at her, and she was sitting there with her hands on her nipples looking down at you through hooded eyes, and you craved her now more than ever. you would much rather have been eating her out in that moment, however the flight still had twenty hours of airtime, and you knew you'd get your chance later.

one of your hands moved to rest on her knee and one of your hands found her nipple, where you took over touching it, conveniently freeing up a hand of hers.

"fu-uck, baby, that's it. right fuckin' there," she bucked her hips up and you coughed and spluttered around her dick, "throat is almost as good as your pussy."

she reached across your body and circled your hole with her fingers, and when you flinched she smirked. "you want me to fuck you, don't you babe, hm?"

you nodded, still with her dick in your mouth.

"wanna know a secret?"

again, you nodded.

"i'm only gonna let you cum again if you get on top," she pushed the hair from your face, "you think you can do that for me, hm?"

you nodded one final time and she stroked your hair, tapping your cheek and telling you to remove your mouth from her cock. you did as she instructed, and soon enough you were straddling her cock ready to be filled.

she flung your hoodie off of your body and it landed in your seat, your leggings pushed around your ankles. the cabin must've stunk of sex by now, but surely you weren't the only animals on the plane. it must've been a regular occurrence.

as you hovered over her cock, you faced each other and she brought your lips to hers as you slowly sunk down. your moans were muffled by the feeling of her lips on yours and thankfully nobody could hear.

you rocked your hips back and forth in an attempt to adjust to her size but she kissed along your jawline. "we haven't got a lot of time, baby, they'll be bringing out some food soon."

you nodded, and carefully raised and lowered your hips in a slow but stable rhythm. you knew, realistically that this wasn't going to make you cum, and teagan knew that too, but you loved to have at least a little bit of fun, even if you were pressed for time.

"want you to fuck me, teagan."

"like this? baby, you know that's not possible," she pressed a searing hot bite to the side of your boob, "unless, of course, you want everyone on this cabin knowing exactly how much of a slut you are for my dick. it's your choice, really."

you pouted when she swatted your hand away from your clit, realistically leaving you only one option.

"yes, teagan, like this," you nuzzled into her neck and she groaned when you bit down into it, sucking at the skin, "i want you to make me cum again."

she smirked, having you exactly where she wanted you. her hands hooked under your bum and she slowly started to raise her hips to meet your bounce, which made you gasp.

"don't tell me you've lost your manners."

"please, teagan."

"please, what?"

you rolled your eyes and she pinched your bum. "you know what."

she smirked again, sucking a nipple into her mouth and you fought off an annoyed huff. "i'm not going to do it until you tell me what you want me to do, darling."

"i want you to fuck me, teagan, right here, right now," your voice was low, but loud enough for everyone to hear all at the same time, "i want you to make me cum again. please."

with that, she was satisfied, and took no time doing exactly that. your arms braced around her head and your fingers interlocked at the back of her head, meaning your chest was pressed right up against her face which made you both even more desperate than before.

"o-oh... oh fu-uck, t-teagan," you tried to be quiet, but it was defenseless, your voice continuously breaking and desperately needing some form of relief, "your dick is so... oh, fuck."

she smirked against your skin and her teeth sunk into the inside of your boob as you fought off a continuous string of moans. your skin was slapping together and it was undoubtedly all anybody throughout the entire plane could hear, but you'd cross that bridge when you came to it.

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer. "can't believe you want me to fill you up in public," she teased, knowing it would get you there quicker, "on a plane full of people, including my friends, you want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

"y-yes," you whimpered, "t-teagan, please i'm desperate."

one of her hands sunk down between you and she circled your clit, and immediately you began to clench uncontrollably.

"i know you do, darling, you're such a good little girl, aren't you? c'mon, baby, cum for me and i'll fill you up."

your eyes clenched shut and you focused on the feeling of being full and having teagan's fingers on your clit, and within a matter of minutes you were falling apart on top of her. teagan's hand came over your mouth to cover the unholy moan that left it, and she kept her promise and filled you up almost straight away, milking her dick of every last drop as she groaned.

your body fell limp on top of her, and you dreaded the walk of shame to the bathroom in order to clean yourself up, and you toyed with the idea of just throwing a blanket over you and laying there until you fell asleep, but you didn't want to give the flight attendant a heart attack.

"do we have to go and do the walk of shame through the cabin?" you questioned softly after a few minutes, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"you're the one full of cum, darling. not me."

"i know, but you have to come with me, by default," you kissed her lips softly, "i'll make sure it's worth your while."

she smirked and raised an eyebrow, which made you smile immediately. "i'll come with you to the bathroom, and then once we've eaten and had an hours sleep, you can eat me out all you want, darling. that's a promise."

"excellent," you hummed, "then the rest of the cabin'll really hate us."

[mewos-laptop]

TRUTH 🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I am begging fandom to let female characters have deep and personal relationships and friendships with other female characters too btw

So many of y'all could NOT pass the Bechdel test even if you studied for it somehow, and I deserve financial compensation for that

I am begging fandom to stop making little girls "mother figures" for male characters, and start making the adult male characters brotherly/fatherly figures for little girls 👍

[noirscript]

dropped call.

Yandere Hotline: 2/?

featuring: nonchalant darling, implied kidnapping | src

note: i've added this series to my ko-fi commissions! Will try to post another one later. For my birthday! Anywayssss enjoy!

It started with a drizzle, but ended with heavy rains and flooding. Some of your workmates tried to leave, but working in a company that values their clients and their employees, the guards prohibited everyone from leaving the establishment.

"It's for everyone's safety" they said, but they didn't mention anything about staying on your floor, still accepting calls from your frequent clients beyond your work hours.

You glanced at your left while waiting for another phone call to come. They were one of the newbies who were probably swayed by the expected salary and benefits from the job posting.

Their eyes were already teary and their lips was quivering as they listen to one of their clients. They probably didn't know how to handle the client's fantasy. Perhaps it was too much for them. You'll never know.

Because before the call even ended, they bolted towards the door—sobbing while wiping their tears away.

From your seat, you could hear the loud voice of a yelling man from her headphones. You shook your head before turning your attention back to your own monitor.

For some reason, there was something eerie with your line being available for almost half an hour.

It wouldn't be odd for some of your frequent callers to pester your phone with their shittiest and weirdest fantasies.

So, you decided to check your work email and internal chat. Perhaps something came up and ended disrupting your telephone line. But why is it yours alone though?

You glanced at the headphone dangling next to you. You assumed that it's no longer running, but you felt it vibrate. You turned to the screen and saw the 15-minute long phone call that's still ongoing.

As much as you want to end the call with the client, the company prohibits stealing a client of a workmate. It would disrupt the "connection" established by the previous agent.

You wanted to call the attention of your supervisor, but they always disappear just when you need them.

Running out of options, you decided to attach the jack of your headphones in her splitter.

"DO NOT IGNORE ME!"

"Hell—" You paused when you heard an all too familiar threat and voice. Beads of sweat started to form on your forehead. Of all clients, why is it him? And why is he calling another agent? That's against the rules!

"How dare you allow them to sit near you?" He asked, making your forehead crease. "Haven't you learn any lesson, huh? Why do you think nobody ever sit next to you?"

You kept your lips sealed while watching the time turned 12:00 PM. You are suppoed to leave on the dot. But you can't simply leave him hanging. He's been on the line for almost an hour at that point.

"Yulian—" you sighed, trying to keep the storyline going. "They didn't do anything wrong. They're my friends, of course I gotta help them!"

"Tch. Have I been too lenient on you?" He sighed, or perhaps puffed a smoke. The sound a tin can hitting a hard surface echoed. "I'm done."

Your eyes widened. You can't lose him! He's one of the only clients you have who's been far too generous towards you.

"S-Sir! Please!" A loud thunderclap echoed in your floor followed by the entire building being swallowed by darkness.

That's awful. You lost another client because of a goddamn power outage!

Or at least, you thought.

Because not even a week later, nobody could even remember that once there's an agent called Y/N L/N.

Incuding the administrators.

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[daengtokki]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

rating: fluff (contains some very light smut and teasing)

Post-first pitch Seungmin. I was going to get into heavier smut, but it just didn't seem necessary. Just wanted to write cute whiny Minnie and try to unblock my brain.

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

★────⚾────★

Seungmin can’t sleep. He’s buzzing with adrenaline and leftover excitement —the afterglow of his trip to throw a first pitch at a major league baseball game. It’s happened and it’s done, and he still can’t believe he threw the ball right down the middle. No dirt, no accidental curve, no slip up on the mound.

He talked about it all night, and you listened happily until both of you finally dozed off.

“Hey…hey you up?” He turns over in bed and gently pokes your side, the spot he knows is ticklish.

But you don’t stir, so he whines a little. “I can’t sleeeeep.”

You grumble and roll onto your back. “Huh…what’s wrong pup? It’s so early.”

“I can’t get back to sleep”

“Do you want some coffee? Are you hungry?” You pick up your phone and look at the time, then to the window to see some faint morning light starting to show in the sky.

“No, I wanna pitch some more,” now he flips onto his back, shaking the bed, and mimics a throw toward the ceiling.

“Mmm yeah, you did a great job. I thought you had a headache.”

“I feel better. Will you be my catcher?”

Your eyes pop open and stare at him. The grin on his face is undeniable—cute, sincere, so eager. There is no such thing as saying no to Kim Seungmin when he gives you those eyes. But…

“I would love to be your catcher…but there’s nowhere to do it. We can’t do it in the apartment unless we wanna break something. And I think it’s raining.”

“No, it stopped! Let’s go out, just for a few minutes…just a few throws.”

“Okay, give me a minute to finish waking up”

“I’ll make coffee when we come back in”

—

It’s nice outside. Not warm, but not too chilly. The smell of rain is still in the air, and it feels like more is coming. Best of all, it’s quiet and empty—it doesn’t feel like there are any prying eyes. You watch as he flexes his gloved hand open and closed, tosses the ball (not the one he threw hours ago, but an older, more loved one) into the air and back into his bare palm.

“Are you ready?” He peeks back at you from his pretend pitchers mound and smiles.

“Yes. Don’t do a splitter, I’ll miss it.”

“No splitters.” He readies himself and winds up, and it happens so fast you’re surprised you have time to react. It’s way too early for this.

“Oh, good catch! I taught you well.” He holds up his glove and waits for your return throw.

The sun is mostly up, but it’s so overcast it might as well be twilight. Still, you can see Seungmin’s big smile glowing at you from this distance. He hops on the balls of his feet a few times while he waits for you to get ready.

“How does your shoulder feel from all the practice yesterday?”

“Not bad,” he throws you another, slightly harder pitch, but you catch it. “Throw me a good one.”

Seungmin catches your attempt at a ‘good one’, but he has to jump forward a few steps to get there. “I’m still stiff from sleeping, I guess.” He rolls his shoulder and shakes his arm a few times.

“You’re what?” You giggle and stick your tongue out, "you’re stiff? That sounds nice..."

“Dirty mind,” he smiles at you and licks his lips, and now your eyes drop and watch his sweatpants as he takes a few more steps toward you. "Come on."

“Come? What do you want me to come on?”

The look he gives you is a bad attempt at being annoyed. His giggle floats all the way over to you with his pitch, and the throw this time is soft…a little high. When you look back up from your glove he’s already splitting the space between you in two, grinning stupidly, biting his lip.

“We’re done already?”

He grabs your hand without a word and pulls toward the entrance… "we could just do it out here, ya know" …into the elevator, still silent as it slowly rises up and up to your floor. Your hand is squeezed tight in his warm grip, and he swings it a few times as the doors finally slide open.

It doesn’t take much to see he’s been on an adrenaline high for hours, even as he tried to sleep, and it was no fun not being able to go with him on his little trip—you felt lonely all day. But he’s home now, and he’s all yours again. And he’s definitely wide awake. Now you are, too. No coffee needed.

Still he doesn’t say anything, but he’s humming happily to himself.

“Minnie?”

“Yes love?”

The door closes behind him, and he’s all over you. Lips kissing and teeth biting, hands pulling at your sweatshirt, trying desperately to get it off. You pull away and do it for him, and you feel his hand run up your sides, under your shirt. It’s off and on the floor. His eyes move down your body, and slowly back up to your face. You know what he’s waiting for—Seungmin likes it when you undress him. He prefers it, actually.

Now you can see what’s going on in his pants, he can’t hide that. Before you go for his shirt, your hand slides down his front for a feel. Seungmin is ready to go, now, and you’re surprised he’s being so patient. You grab the hem of his shirt and lift, revealing his heaving chest and shoulders, and as you run your eyes over his neck and collarbone, he pulls his arms back and stretches.

A moment later you’re up and clinging to him, fingers clawing into his back. Then you’re on the kitchen table, legs wrapped around his hips. His dick, still tucked away in his sweats, pokes into you as he kisses your chest and neck, squeezes playfully at your thighs. It’s more forward of him than you’re used to.

“You are not fucking me on this kitchen table, Seungmin”

“Aw, whyyy?” He pulls you against him and stares hard, “please?” The puppy eyes again. Cute and sincere and so, so eager.

“The couch is right there”

“But you’re already on the table”

The warmth of his hand is on you, down your stomach, underneath your clothes, fingers teasing.

“Yeah, yeah I am…”

“Lay down,” he whispers.

“Ooh, you’re cute pup”

“Please”

You shake your head, “gonna have to make me.”

Seungmin swallows hard, and you watch as his eyes trace along your neck, and your chest. He rarely makes you do anything; he’s usually the one being made to do things, and he likes it that way.

“Make me…pleeaase?”

“Please?” He grips your thighs and pulls until you’re snug against him, cock pushing right where you need it to. “Uh…make you…hmm,” he starts, and you think he might do something, but he hesitates.

“Look at me”

His arms wrap around your waist and squeeze, and he looks. Eyes big and dark, cheeks blushed. Seungmin is too soft for this. He whines and throws his head back.

“C’mon big boy, make me”

“But…” Seungmin laughs, kisses your throat.

“What do you think about when you’re all riled up and horny and I’m not there to fix it?”

The sound of his breaths and needy whimpers is driving you crazy. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going like this—all you have to do is stop teasing and take over—get him to the couch, fuck him until he begs you to make him come.

“You…taking care of me.” He says it so softly, so sweetly. “Making me feel good.”

It sends a shiver up your back and down your arms. "I wanna make you feel good.” Once again, denying him is useless. Seungmin is your prince; your sweet little pup. You will take care of him and give him what he needs, whether that means waking up at dawn…or this.

“Pick me up”

He grabs your hips and holds you close to him, but his eyes linger for one more long moment.

“Pick me up…and take me to bed”

[louisisalarrie]

You are our resident expert for concerts. What does the artist hear in their inner ear devices? Can people communicate with them or is it just music they hear? Is there any chance of H communicating with L while L is singing?

hellooooooo anon, welcome to the show. make sure to pop in ur IEMs so you can hear me!

IEMs or Inner Ear Monitors do the same job as an onstage monitor wedge, but many artists choose to use them instead. And it absolutely makes sense to use them, because it means you, the artist, can hear yourself and the other bandmates/any crew (particularly the monitor engineer) clearly.

So without getting into too much of how it works technically with the frequencies etc., basically, all the audio from each instrument on stage incl. mics, go through the sound desk and through a splitter rack and into isolated tracks. So what you’re hearing from the crowd is a mix of all those tracks through the biigggggg PA speakers you see that face away from the stage, but the artist/band members are receiving a different mix, as per their preferences. So like… the bassist may want to not hear as much guitar, but want to hear the kick drum louder to make sure they are staying in time with the drummer. And maybe the singer wants to hear more of the guitar and themselves, so would prefer everything else a little quieter so they can focus. Maybe they all want a click track played in it as well, so they can stay in time. Whatever the combo may be, each IEM system can be adjusted to what the person wearing them wants to hear, and the monitor engineer controls that, and the FOH engineer controls the “house mix” which is what the audience hears.

And this will all be configured during soundcheck before the show. The FOH engineer will test out all the levels to know how it sounds for the crowd, and the monitor engineer will make sure the band is happy with the levels in their IEMs too and that they’re hearing themselves enough etc., ya know? And louis, as well as many other big artists, have an ongoing employment with FOH/MONS engineers in their crew specifically for the reason that these folks know what the show is meant to sound like, they know what Louis wants it to sound like, they know their preferences in levels, and they can be trusted to keep up that quality throughout different size and style venues because he’s done so many shows with them. And, both the FOH & MON engineer will wear either IEMs or headphones too, so they can hear and adjust the crowd mix as well but also to communicate to the prod manager/tour manager/whoever it may be,if they need to get the attention of the crowd or need levels changing for individual members of the band etc.

For example, I can’t find the gif right now, but you may know it. There’s a gif of Louis onstage during the 1d days, and he turns to look side of stage and mimics with his hands and then points upwards, trying to communicate that he wants the sound in his IEM adjusted for whatever reason. Now instead of trying to get the FOH guy’s attention over the crowd and making it this big obvious thing, he turned to that member of crew and they would turn on a mic that they have, that goes into the MON guy’s headphones/IEM, and let him know. Everyone at all times at shows need to be able to communicate to each other, so walkie talkies and IEMs are the best way to do that.

And also, with pretty much every stadium show, because of the sheer size of the venue, there will be 2 FOH tents built, like at Harry’s show in Perth for example:

So anyway, yeah IEMs are fantastic for massive shows, it helps everyone communicate, the artist can isolate the things they want to hear and also it makes for a very successful gig. And like… some artists don’t use them, because it can feel isolating only being able to hear yourself/the tracks and not the audience, but what some artists do, is actually have a room mic on that’s feeding through their IEMs on a low level so they can hear the cheers of the crowd still to really complete that experience and not have it so…. Sterile and like they’re in a recording studio or something.

And then on the other hand, you have someone like Zayn, who in his solo shows, doesn’t wear IEMs. He’s not playing massive venues where they are highly encouraged, but still, it’s impressive because he knows how loud we scream and he’s clearly confident enough in himself to nail his songs without them. So, he just surrounds himself with wedge monitors like this:

And they can be adjusted similar to the IEMs, with different levels etc. and are onstage when people use IEMs as well, but obviously there’s no chance of a click track and they can only be so loud before they start muddling with the sound from the PA. anyway, it’s entirely artist preference and whatever they’re comfortable with, there’s no right or wrong way, but IEMs are excellent for communicating between the artist and crew at the very least, so they are encouraged at major shows particularly.

Anyyyyway. The long of the short of this bit of a jumbled explanation, is that yes. Harry would be able to communicate to Louis through his IEMs if harry was holding a mic.

[laurenwalshart]

Hey

I have always wanted to rp and while I haven't been playing wow in a while it sounds really cool to dive further into the world that way? Would you have an idea on how one could could get into that? C:

Hi!

The Roleplay community in wow is definitely a hidden one so happy to share and help you get your footing!

Do you want to play Horde or Alliance? That choice may influence which server you will pick. Moon Guard is primarily Alliance, but it does have a small horde community. Wyrmrest Accord is the inverse with a big Horde community and smaller Alliance one. However now that guilds are cross server AND cross faction the barrier between these servers is starting to thin. Essentially you are really picking one server over the other for random chance world rp encounters and even there rpers have “anchor groups” for people to hop servers or phases and be in the same space for big events.

How do I find people to roleplay with? You can always walk through Stormwind or Orgrimmar on MG or WrA but the best way to get consistent rp is through guilds. Each guild is essentially a massive dnd group. Some are so big they basically have guilds within their guilds.

On top of guilds there is a massive network of discords that communities use to coordinate server wide events like the Tournament of Ages or Conquest on Moon Guard. Guilds will also advertise in these discords and open events usually advertise there as well!

You can also search the WoW forums of these servers for events and guilds to join.

Do I need addons? Yes! Addons are essential for rping. Three addons are a must Total Roleplay 3, emote splitter, and Listener/snooper.

Total Roleplay 3 or TRP is essentially a character sheet that players can mouse over you and read. You can describe your character, the way they sound, or act in glances, write a short bio, and more.

Emote Splitter - This addon with allow for you to write and post long emotes and it will split it up for you based on wow’s chat character limit.

Listener/Snooper - wow rp can be an overwhelming amount of text sometimes. This addon will ping you if someone says your name and will allow you to mouse over a character and see exactly what they said.

What lingo should I know?

OOC - out of character

IC - in character

(Text) - This is a comment being said oocly

Para - this player likes to write in descriptive paragraphs

Mirror - this player will mirror your style

Any other tips? Elune yes. Write your emotes on a google doc or something connected to the cloud. Crashes happen and you will lose an emote you spent 3 minutes writing in a flash.

/e - this creates that descriptive orange text. There is a range on this so if a player is out of range they may not see your emote. If you would like to remove your name from the descriptive text type “/e |”

Grab a bunch of elixir of tongues! They are always good to have on hand in case you run into an opposite faction player.

There’s a lot of toys and potions out there that do cool stuff! Keep your eyes open for them!

I hope this is helpful for you and others!!

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Redemption

Adam's advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class didn't know what to expect when he announced that he had a surprise for the class, and began leading them to a hidden first floor corridor, typically out of bounds for most students.

Vaggie, for one, didn't trust whatever this surprise was. She could tell by the looks of Pentious's face to her left that he was nervous and skeptical as well. To her right was Lute, rather indifferent. The three walked directly behind Adam, whose large robe obscured most of their view.

Pentious cleared his throat. "Erm, Professor Adam, Sir?"

Adam didn't turn to face him as he led them down a dead end. "Wassup?"

"Could you perchance, um..." He pushed up his glasses and wrung his hands. "Disclose what we're doing here, exactly?"

Adam stopped at a large wooden door, smirking. "As a matter of fact, I can." He turned to face the rest of the class. "Welcome to today's lesson! I've taught you all about defending yourselves from shitty little monsters, but today, we're gonna put it to the fuckin' test."

The door boomed as a creature fought to escape. All of the students took a step back, those closer to the front drawing their wands.

"Sir?" Vaggie started, on edge. "What's behind that door?"

Adam scowled. "So impatient, Vaggie. I'd head to the back the back of the fuckin' pack if I were you." Vaggie scowled but didn't move. Adam merely shrugged. "Your loss. Get ready, class," he stepped to the side, and drew his wand out. "For the troll!"

The door burst into pieces, wooden splitters flying everywhere. The beast roared and charged without much warning at all. Many students in the back of the pack high tailed it.

"Oh dea-" Pentious could barely lift his wand as a massive arm collided with his slim form, launching him across the hall and crashing against the concrete wall. His body immediately slumped as his scattered glasses cracked.

"PENTIOUS!"

"Oh, shit!"

Vaggie didn't even think as she ran to help him, only to be yanked back. She stumbled back and tripped as a large axe cleaved the ground she previously stood on.

Lute snagged her by her shirt collar and pulled her up, pushing her away from the large threat. "He'll be fine, run!"

Vaggie's legs moved on their own accord. Her chest heaved as she and her roommate dashed through the halls. Adam was nowhere to be seen, and neither were any of their classmates. She and Lute turned a corner to catch their breath.

Her legs wobbled as she slumped against the wall. Her chest was tight, her throat was burning. There was no way Pentious survived that. There was no way. There was no way she and Lute could survive that.

"He...H-he's dead. He's-he's fucking dead. We're dead. We're dead. We're so fucking dead."

"Snap out of it!" Lute held her firm by the shoulders. "He's fine! We're fine. Everything..." Her voice softened the tiniest bit that Vaggie swore she imagined it. "Will be fine. Ok?" Vaggie gulped and nodded, her lungs intaking as much air as they could. "You are a witch, Vaggie. Start acting like it."

Vaggie silently nodded. "Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

Lute lightly smirked, or it could've been a trick of the light. Their little moment was interrupted by the sound of thundering foot steps, rapidly approaching. The troll quickly turned the corner, spotting them and roaring. The girls booked it down the hall.

The footsteps didn't recede. They only closed in. They could only hope to run until they couldn't anymore. They turned the corner, only to be met with a dead end. They tried to turn back, only to be met with the towering beast.

"Shit!" Lute swore.

Vaggie stepped forward, brandishing her wand. Lute was right, she was a witch. She knew what to do. The troll charged.

"Reduct-" The spell remained incomplete as a mighty kick to her chest launched her back. She tumbled as her face scraped against the floor and bashed into the wall.

Pain pulsated through her cranium. Her empty eye throbbed as her ears began to ring and her vision blurred. She vaguely heard her name being called as she felt a pair of hands trying to lift her up.

"Get up!" Lute pleaded. Vaggie only whimpered. "Vaggie, come on!" The troll growled and lifted his axe, preparing for another attack. Lute had a thought in the back of her mind. She could run, save herself. Leave Vaggie behind and make it to safety, take the coward's way out.

But Lute was anything but a coward.

She stood, and brandished her wand as the troll roared. She held a hand back in hopes to protect Vaggie from any incoming blows. Vaggie could only watch in horror as her head pounded. "Bring it on!"

The axe was brought down. As spell shot out.

"Sectumsempra!"

A scream, the sound of metal piercing flesh, another scream, two thuds, and the hall was silent.

Vaggie didn't remember much of what happened after. All she knew was that her voice was hoarse from screaming, probably for help. There was blood on her clothes. Too much blood. Lute's blood. The blood of Lute's arm.

She didn't process the troll's dead body, or his bloody face. There was too much blood on his face. She didn't process other teachers showing up and taking Lute away. Taking her arm away. They were full of blood. Too much blood. She didn't process her mother's hugs, or the trip to the hospital wing.

All she knew was that there was too much blood.

[captain-ravioli7321]

another yap sesh on the tptm girls who attempted

TW: discussions of sui//de

So you know how I previously yapped about how each of the girls who attempted did so out of a desire to be different? I noticed something else in the lyrics of the songs.

In every single song where the character attempted suicide, there's a particular line where the character expresses their desire for autonomy, their desire to live.

Disposable: "I just wanna be alive, but I feel like such a creep."

Irreverent: "If my life is spent in worship, then is it really mine?"

Splitter: "If this really wasn't the end, and I could do it again- do you think that i deserve it?"

Taxidermy: "don't wanna be a cadaver, wanna be free"

Refraction: "statue of glass tries to break free"

Suicide is rarely done out of a pure desire not to be alive- more so that you think it's the only option. All of these girls- despite having attempted, still express their desire to live.

Also!!! In the songs, there's also a line at some point that references how they feel trapped, hence their desire to escape (via their attempt).

Disposable: "What is it that makes you people never want me?" "I try so hard to be good, to be someone worth seeing. But all the names I get called, the way they treat me- don't try to lie to me and tell me I'm not ugly."

Irreverent: "Heavenly father, please alter this body. It's impure and sinful, I don't want it on me." "Even if you don't want to get to know him, we're gonna make sure that you get to know me."

Splitter: "So you can't stand to see me punishing myself? Only other option is to take it out on someone else."

Taxidermy: "To be a girl is to be trapped." "Sinful desires pestering, under my pelt they crawl"

Refraction: "The sound of a guitar eternally tuned wrong" "What's left when life isn't for me?"

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

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🎼 FEATURED SONGS (161-200)

161. Roundabout by OQQ君 & 星辉 162. Mattaku Mini Naranai Songu by 露吐 & Retokani 163. Imperial Girl by R Sound Design 164. Cloud Rider by Tanaka Hayato, Jane Su & Ciel 165. BREAK IN by Zoofles 166. Hurting for a very Hurtful Pain by EZFG 167. In My Head by Zihiko 168. Penumbra by Dopam!ne 169. Sauveur by SukoyaCathedral & Jens 170. Kidnapping Island by 赤坂んんん 171. Saw and Pendulum by PeperonP 172. Oyasumination by Ippo.Tsk 173. Noda by Daibaku Hashin 174. Marshall Maximizer by Hiiragi Magnetite 175. HIKIKOMORTEM by Galapagos 176. Anonymous by EmpathP 177. It's Just Life by Lanndo 178. Just Kidding by Citrus 179. My R by KurageP 180. Schadenfreude by Guchiry 181. Alien by Rinri & Geso 182. Emotions by Task 183. As Blue As Indigo by Delta 184. Anti-Joker by MaikiP 185. The Snow White Princess Is by Noboru↑ 186. 3 by Amitai 187. Lamprey Hole 188. NIHIL by Meme 189. Starport by Syatten 190. The Empty Stomach Song by NagiP 191. You and I by Brandon Hesslau 192. Teo by Omoi 193. No Pain by FLG4 194. Madder Red Sea by Hiroou 195. Lag Train by Inabakumori 196. A Storm of Blossoms and the Hazy Moon by Kimuta 197. Pinky Teddy by Yugica 198. Stray by Kdash 199. Splitter Girl by Weevildoing 200. Kasane Teto's Feltagoon by Aka.satana

And a Youtube Playlist so you can listen to them all! It'll be updated as the polls finish up! 💚

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Vocaloid Autism so strong I’m vividly hearing remixes in my mind. Splitter Girl in the Maretu sound font. Imagining the emphasis on percussion and the pitch shift in the final chorus. Ascending as we speak