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hiddlestoned4ever · 7 years ago

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Birthday Weekend

Plot: You and some of the Marvel actors get together at Robert’s beach house to celebrate Chris Hemsworth’s birthday. Paring: Tom Hiddleston x you Words: 3393 Warnings: None

Idea inspired by @loki-the-fox, I really hope it’s okay! Loved that one shot of yours with the Marvel characters at the beach so I got this idea that I wanted to write.

For Chris Hemsworth’s birthday, you, your boyfriend Tom Hiddleston, Robert Downey Jr, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan and Tom Holland have arranged a party for him at Robert’s beach house. It has it’s own little beach so no one will disturb you. Since Chris’ birthday is on Saturday, you all arrive there Friday on during the day since some of them are working and some aren’t. Robert had given Evans and Holland one of the keys to the house since he could drive there early. Robert also has them the task to do the grocery shopping.

As for you and Tom, you arrive there secondly, that being around two or three on the day. Tom parks the car beside Chris’. You’re in awe as you step out. The house is modern build, dark brown paint on the walls and black roof. From this view, it’s blocking the sea but you can feel the smell of salty water that comes along with the breeze. And you can barely hear the sound of the waves splashing on shore. You can’t wait till everyone gets here so you can start the celebration and just have a weekend filled with laughter and fun.

“It would be something to have such a place, wouldn’t it?” Tom says as he comes up beside you carrying both yours and his luggage.

“Definitely,” you reply and smile up at him. “Come on, let's see what the others are up to.” Just as you say it, Chris rounds the corner of the house barefoot in a pair of black shorts, white tank top and sunglasses.

“Welcome to paradise!” he calls, stretching his arms to his sides. Walking up to you, he gives you a good hug and Tom a handshake followed by half a hug since one of the bags are hanging over Tom’s shoulder. “Come on in! This place is amazing. We’re gonna have so much fuun!” he sings out the last word and practically dances back the way he came.

“Have you had a drink or four already?” you joke as you and Tom follow him.

“Why do you ask that?” he turns as to look confused but breaks it off with a laugh.

Coming around the corner, you now see the beach and the sun right above it. The sundown must be incredible from this view. You arrive at the porch where there are two towels on the floor and an empty glass on a little box beside them. Chris leads you through the open porch door and inside.

To the left, there are two couches. One shaped as an L with a flatscreen on the wall and behind that couch, there’s another one but as a complete circle and a round table in the middle. Right ahead, there’s a dining table and to the left, the kitchen. Also by the opposite wall to the left, you see a hallway that disappears because of the wall. Everything fit so well with the colours and the design.

“I see you and Tom haven’t crashed the place yet,” you say.

“What on Earth has given you such an idea?” Tom asks while coming out from the hallway.

“Oh, just give it an hour or two,” your Tom comments while smiling at your friend who’s approaching. Tom puts down the bags and gives your friend a hug.

“You have no faith in us, do you?” Chris asks and Tom laughs. Next, Holland hugs you.

“Well, you’re always the ones who’s the most childish,” you add and both Chris and Holland gasp fakely.

“Them and Sebastian,” Tom mumbles and this time you giggle.

“What about me?”

“Hey, speaking of the sun!” Chris shouts and comes over, handing a beer each to you and Tom. In from the porch comes Sebastian, Robert and Chris.

“Now the party can officially get started!” Holland joins in.

“That’s right, Downey is in tha house!” Robert raises both hands up in the air, his hands doing peace signs.

When everyone has greeted everyone, Robert shows you around the rest of the house and points out which bedroom you others can compete about. Once you and Tom get one, you both change; him to dark blue shorts, grey t-shirt with a v-neck and you to black shorts and a pink tank top.

What happens after, is that Robert and Evans fire up to a barbeque on the porch, Hemsworth and Tom are in the kitchen preparing the food, Holland and you have gone down to the beach to play some badminton while Sebastian is chilling in a chair enjoying the sun.

“16- No!” Holland shouts as he misses. You’re keeping track of how many times you get to hit the ball without it landing in the sand.

“We can beat it, come on! It can’t be that hard.” you encourage him. However, that proved otherwise when the wind kept changing the direction it comes so you both repeatedly miss, leaving you with stomach aches because you’re laughing a lot at Holland’s attempt to hit it.

A little bit after, Sebastian comes down with a racket and joins in the game. Eventually, the guys from the house call for you that the food is done, and good is that because you’re feeling rather hungry after all the jumping and running in the heavy sand.

The three of you sprint up to the porch to see who gets there first. Sebastian holds back Holland which gives you a headstart.

“Hey! That’s not fear!” he says and tries to wriggle out of Sebastian’s arms. When he lets go, Sebastian spurts after you and right before you reach the destination, he scoops past you and jumps up on the platform.

“I win, so I get the biggest piece,” he says proudly and looks at the food on the barbeque with his hands clasped behind his back. He’s about to grab a piece when Robert stops him with a sausage pinch, almost snapping his fingers.

“Hey, hey! Where are your manners, Seb? The lady first.”

Sticking your tongue out at Sebastian, you walk beside Robert and tell him what you want of the food. He puts it all on a plate and hands it to you.

“Thank you.” Looking behind you, the guys have gathered more chairs and a two seated couch (utemøbler). You sit down beside Hemsworth on right on the couch, having Tom to your right, followed by Robert, Sebastian, Evans and Holland in a circle.

“This is delicious,” you tell them when you’re all digging in.

“Thank you, Y/N. But I am the barbeque king so…” Robert trails off and you others “ooooh” at him.

You couldn’t have asked for better friends. They are all so wonderful and super fun to hang out with and this weekend is already ongoing splendidly. It doesn’t bother you that you’re the only woman here because it just means you get all the boys to yourself which is not bad at all.

When you’re all done eating, it has begun to get darker and Robert says the water is a bit too cold in the evenings so it’s better to bathe tomorrow. Although, he suggested that you all go in to see who will last the longest. The suggestion was considered but in the end turned down. Instead, you went inside to play some games.

You all seated down on the circular couch, one Tom on each side - Hiddleston to the left and Holland to the right. Robert connected the stereo to his phone so music filled the room. Finding two stocks of cards, you played for several rounds for two hours. One by one, you settle on watching while the rest still plays. When both you and Tom have had your doses, he brings his arm around your waist and pulls you close so your head sinks down right below his shoulder.

“Are you sure you aren’t cheating?” Holland asks Evans. It’s them and Robert who's still in the game.

“Give me one good reason that I would be cheating.”

“Ehm, you’re childish,” Robert replies, looking down at his cards before picking one that he lays on the table. Some of you chuckle by his answer.

“I said good.”

Tom glances down at you and sees you’re getting sleepy. With the arm around you, he rubs your back in slow motions which only make you more relaxed so you sink lower down against him. Beside you, Holland gets up to get some more drinks.

“How about we spice things up a little?” Robert asks when they’re done and takes a look over at you and Tom. “Someone’s almost asleep over there but the night’s still long! What do you guys wanna do?”

“Well, the wind has settled down,” Holland says while coming back. “We could light up a bonfire.”

“Great idea, kid. Evans, you get the firewood? Do the heavy lifting for once.”

Groaning, Evans gets up while you others head outside. It’s colder, but the evening summer air keeps it from being too cold. Before heading out, some of you put on some more clothes. You take off the tank top and replace it with a light grey, one-off sweater but keep your shorts on. Everyone bring their drinks and some blankets down below the porch to the sand. You fold out the blankets to a big circle so the bonfire can fit in the middle. You and Holland use the flashlights on the phones so the others can see what they’re doing. Not long after, Evans arrives with a pile of wood in his arms. Dropping it in the middle, he sets them up and takes out a matchbox.”Let’s get the fire started,” he mumbles and does exactly that. “I also brought some snacks.” Evans picks up a plastic bag and sits down on the nearest blanket.

“Great!” Sebastian sits down next to him and they both look into the bag like two little boys getting their Saturday candy. Smiling at them, you sit beside Sebastian with Tom on your right. Hemsworth continues to fill the spot, then Robert and Holland.

“Hey, don’t keep it all to yourself!” Holland says and grabs the bag out of Evans’ hands.

Suddenly, Tom rises to his feet. “I’ll be right back,” he tells the group with one hand on your shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before he leaves.

Three minutes later, he returns with something in his hand. He stops behind you to take the item out of the bag which is when you realize what it is. “You did bring it,” you happily say as he sits down beside you again with his guitar.

“Well, you persuaded me,” he smiles back.

“Doesn’t she always,” Robert comments and takes a sip of his drink. You and Tom lift your eyes up to see him winking at you.

“Amazing! Are you gonna sing too?” Holland asks excitedly, leaning forward with his arms on his knees.

“It isn’t a bonfire without songs,” Tom replies and adjusts the instrument on his lap.

And so the beach is filled with the sounds of sweet music and songs that you all take part in. Tom even begins to yodel a bit and that’s when the rest of you stop. His talent for this always surprise you and makes you smile big every time. You’ve never liked that genre of singing, but when Tom does it, it makes you fall in love with him even more.

“Wow, I really didn’t see that coming,” Robert chuckles when Tom is done. “Maybe Loki can do that in the next movie.”

“You could all sing in the next movie,” you tell them. “Think about it. A Marvel musical.”

“That sounds so wrong in so many ways,” Evans comments while drinking his own drink. Everyone shares a laugh and Tom puts the guitar back in the bag.

Through the evening, you’ve all covered yourself up in more blankets. You’re now sitting between Tom’s legs, leaning against his chest with a blanket over your body. Tom’s arms are also under it, holding you tight around your waist. His chin rests upon your head, his whole body helping to keep you warm. You’re still wearing shorts and just the tank top so it’s getting rather chilling so far out in the evening. After some of the guys have told some ghost stories, Hemsworth gets the night fired up with the game fuck, marry, kill.

“Let’s do it... Marvel style,” Robert says. “Now let’s see… Captain America, Thor, Tony Stark. Y/N, you’re first.”

“Why me?” you chuckle but everyone just sits and wait. “Fine. I- Hm…. This is harder than I thought.”

“Oh, what is there to think about? Marry Tony,” Robert says. “You can have everything you want.”

“Woah, woah, hang on a minute. Not that that doesn’t sound wonderful,” Hemsworth interrupts. “But with Thor, you can live on Asgard. You can do whatever you want. Never pay for electricity, rent…”

“But marry Tony, and she doesn’t have to worry about that either. Tony’s rich.”

“She can have all that and see other worlds with Thor.”

“Do Captain America even gets a say in the matter?” Evans asks.

“You’ll get your turn, old man,” Robert waves his hand, completely focused on Hemsworth.

“Testosterone…” you mumble to Tom behind you who tries to hold back his chuckles. “Okay, boys, I’m flattered your characters want me, but I’m making this choice based on my opinions. So I’ll go with… I don’t wanna kill anybody, can we just go with shoot?”

With exchanging looks, they guys agree.

“Alright, shoot Thor, fuck Tony and marry Steve.”

“What?” Hemsworth shockingly bursts out.

“Come on, you can heal quickly from it. I’d want to test out Tony’s reputation as the playboy and Steve is an honourable man.” You can feel Tom shift behind you and tighten his arms around you. He’s probably not so amused over your comment about Tony.

“Oh, you’d love it,” Robert winks at you.

“Careful now,” Tom warns, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Okay, how about this one? Bucky, Loki, and Hawkeye,” Sebastian says to you.

“And don’t let your boyfriend get in the way of your choice,” Holland shoots in.

“Shoot Bucky, fuck Hawkeye and marry Loki. Sorry, but I’ve always had a soft spot for the God of mischief.” You raise your hand to clap Tom’s cheek.

“What did Bucky ever do to you?” Sebastian asks.

“Nothing, but I can shoot his metal arm. He won’t be hurt by it.”

“Only his feelings,” he responds and makes a sad face.

“Widow, Wanda, and Shuri,” you say, now wanting the guys to play.

“Fuck Widow, marry Shuri, shoot Wanda,” Sebastian says quickly.

“Same,” Tom says behind you, one of his arms now out of the blanket to get his drink.

“The Hulk, Drax, and Thanos,” Robert says next.

“No way!” you and Evans sigh. “I’m not marrying or fucking any of them.”

“Loki, Thor, and Doctor Strange,” Tom shoots in to steer you all away from the current one.

“I feel like Loki would be a trickster even in the bedroom, so I’m not sure if-”

“Are you kidding? Loki is the master in the bedroom,” Tom interferes Holland’s comment. You only smile to yourself.

“Marry Strange, fuck Loki, shoot Thor,” Robert answers.

“Why does my character only get shot?” Chris asks when putting his drink down.

“Ah, Point Break can handle it.”

Another half an hour or hour passes before you start to retrieve inside. Most of you go to bed while Hemsworth and Robert stay up a little longer, just chilling in the living room.

As for you and Tom, you march to your room with your hands intertwined. “I had so much fun today. And we have the whole day tomorrow too.”

“It’s gonna be great, but I’m glad it’s just you and me now,” Tom says and stops to turn you in front of him.

“Yeah?” you smile happily and close your eyes as his lips meet yours. He trails his hands down your body till they’re resting on your hips.

“That game got a little tense out there,” he mutters against your lips.

“About who I’d fuck? They’re fictional characters, Tom,” you giggle and kiss him back.

“Says you who cries every time you see Loki on screen.” Tom smiles at you in his arms and kisses you on the cheek. You close your eyes and rest your head against his chest with your arms around his waist. Letting him embrace you tighter and kiss your head, you relax against him. “There’s no one else I’d rather be with than you,” he tells you while stroking your back.

“I love you, Tom,” you lovingly mumble against his chest. He leans down to kiss your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” He moves his mouth further up to where your shoulder and neck connect. Smiling, you adjust so your forehead rests against his chest while one of your hands travel up to the side of his neck to grab his shirt.

In the meantime, his kisses get tenser and his hands take a strong grip on your hips. He knows just what to do to turn you on. It doesn’t take long before his hands disappear under your sweater. His touch makes you let out a shaky breath to which he smiles at. “I still do that to you,” he says a bit amused and moves his fingers along your waist.

“It’s gonna take a long time before you don’t,” you tell him as you look up and meet his eyes. “Now, kiss me, Hiddleston.”

“With pleasure.” Leaning down, he captures your lips with his.

The next morning, you get up earlier than Tom does. After putting on grey shorts and a black tank top, you go to the bathroom followed by the kitchen. There is no one else here so you take a quick scan out the large windows to spot Hemsworth and Evans down on the beach. Smiling, you decide to get started on the breakfast. In the fridge, you find eggs and milk so you settle for making pancakes for the group.

It’s not before you’ve started to fry them that the two boys come through the porch door. “Something smells good,” Evans says with his noise in the air. “Well, look at that,” he happily says when spotting you.

“Morning boys. And happy birthday.” you welcome Hemsworth into a hug.

“Thank you, Y/N. You didn’t have to go to the trouble of making breakfast.”

“Oh, who said it was for you?” you rease as you let go of each other. He chuckles at your joke just as Tom comes from the direction of the bedrooms. When he sees you, his face lightens up.

“Morning, darling,” he says on his way over.

“Good morning, babe,” Hemsworth replies with a light voice before you get the chance to. You, Evans and Tom, break out in laughter.

When Tom’s by your side, he wraps his arms around you. “And morning to you, Y/N.” He kisses your cheek and then lets you continue with the cooking.

“Happy birthday, mate,” he turns to his friend and they clap their hands followed by a hug.

By the time you’ve made the pancakes, everyone is up and gathered around the dining table. “Y/N, you are a saint,” Sebastian thanks you after a big bite.

“I know,” you grin while helping yourself to another pancake.

“Tom’s a lucky guy,” Hollands says, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

“I’d think so. And he’s lucky too,” Robert says which causes all of you to look at him. “I heard the two of you last night.”

Tom chokes on the drink in his hand and you put your hand over your mouth to try and hold back your shy smile. “You heard?” Tom eventually asks a bit shocked. He didn’t think you two were that loud last night.

“Nope, but thank you for confirming it,” Robert grins.

“God, do you have to make everything awkward and weird?” Holland asks, but he’s obviously amused too.

“Yep,” he claps the ‘p’ with a pop.

Throughout the day, you celebrate Hemsworth’s birthday with beach volleyball, bathing on the ocean, playing hide and seek, good food, and different games through the evening.

Definitely one of your best weekends ever!

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Would be amazing to spend a weekend with these guys!

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kclenhartnovels · 7 years ago

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Weak at the Knees

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“Is this what you call distracting him?”

Fletcher had been dreaming of much more pleasant things when Razi appeared, and that snide tone was certainly enough to startle him awake. He opened one eye with a groan of disapproval, looking up to the other demon. “What are you talking about?”

“You are supposed to be pulling Merrick from his work so that we have a chance to step in,” Razi reminded him sharply. “He is currently at work and—well, mostly paying attention. If he's going with her, you need to start going with him.”

“How am I supposed to convince him of that, when he thinks I'm hiding from all of you?”

The demon leaned over the back of the couch. “Figure it out, fledgling. The boss is looking for results on this.”

Fletcher sat up abruptly. “If all of this is so important, why am I on it instead of you? Why don't you just go kill Merrick and be done with it?” As soon as the words left his mouth, a cold hand wrapped around his heart. What if Razi took him up on that?

Well, what did he care? Merrick was an assignment.

Razi chuckled. “Every soldier gets a task. Everyone pulls their weight in Hell, if you want to keep your wings. And I didn't say that this was important. For your sake, don't fuck it up.”

“Yeah, and what do you care about my sake?”

Claws curled into his collar, dragging him closer to Razi's vicious smirk. “We're just like corporate here, kid. Your success is my success. And shit rolls downhill, so don't dredge any more up from the bottom, huh? Otherwise you might drown in it.”

Fletcher reached into his jacket, thumbing the grip of his gun, but Razi was already gone. He cursed, flopping back down on the couch. What was he going to do, anyway? Shoot his superior and hope that everything worked out in the end? Run away again, and see if he could find some other family to protect him from the first one?

Even in death, was that to be his fate?

And would the angels be that family? He pulled out the gun again, sliding his fingers across the decorated grip. Could he run away? The next time Razi showed up, he could just stick the muzzle in his face and blow him away, take Merrick's hand and run north. Start over. Again.

Maybe this really was purgatory, after all.

“Seems like you've had a day as weird as mine,” Merrick greeted, perched on the arm of the couch and looking down at his frown.

Fletcher startled. “I didn't hear you come in.”

“Obviously,” he chuckled. He leaned over, kissing his forehead. “Something you want to talk about?”

“I don't know if my thoughts are together enough to talk.” Not when he was staring directly into the smiling blue of Merrick's eyes, the angel hovering over top of him. Maybe he could do both—distract Merrick enough to get Razi off of his back, and while the demon was likewise distracted, work his way into Heaven's good graces. He could play both sides. He could come out on top. He could win. For once.

“How about enough to listen?” Merrick asked. He nudged the demon over, then plopped down on the couch beside him, wanting nothing more than to be near him. Fletcher automatically lifted his arm so that Merrick could slide in, and soon enough the angel was nestled with his head against his chest, one arm looped casually across his hips. “So, you know how human souls look, right?”

Fletcher nodded, only half listening. He slid his fingers through the dark tangle of Merrick's hair, and watched the curve of one freckled wing as it arched over him.

“Have you ever seen a human soul with a shadow on it? Or have you ever known a mortal to look you in the eye? He knew I was there. It was like he was talking right to me.”

“I haven't really had the chance to hang around on earth much, but I definitely haven't had anyone notice me that wasn't angel or demon. Are you sure he wasn't one of those in disguise?”

He shook his head some, ending up nuzzling against his collarbone. Fletcher felt his heart trip a beat. Merrick's hand tightened around his hip. “No, he definitely wasn't. He was someone interested in Abby's work, though. Which quite frankly, I don't understand. And no one will tell me anything about it.” He frowned. “They treat me like a fucking child sometimes. I'm pretty sure my boss thinks I'm stupid.”

“Your boss sounds like a dick.”

“You have no idea.” He tilted his head to look up at Fletcher again, his smile looking almost drunk. “I'll ask Chael about it. He seems to know the answers to everything.”

“Did you tell anyone about me, yet?”

“Not yet. I don't know how to...approach the subject,” he admitted. His wing flexed, the feathers warm and soft against Fletcher's arm. “It's not like you find angels bringing demons home a lot. There is kind of an ongoing war against that sort of thing. But—” that frown worked between his eyes again “—I've fought in enough wars before to know that things are never black and white. There are those that believe in the ideology, good or bad, and there are those that are just soldiers, because of the draft, because they felt pressured, because they had no other way to feed their families.”

“What am I, then?” Fletcher whispered, raking his fingers along Merrick's scalp, as if he could soothe away both the angel's frown and his own doubt.

Merrick turned over onto his back, sprawling his wings to either side and resting his head in Fletcher's lap to look up at him properly. He slid the back of his knuckles down the demon's cheek. “You tell me.”

Fletcher smiled despite himself, that nagging doubt pushed aside for the feeling of Merrick's skin against his. “I am restless,” he evaded. “I think these four walls are starting to close in on me a bit.”

“Well, I don't know how safe it is to go out, but...” His voice trailed off a moment. “I guess you're not one that's really worried about the risks, huh?”

“Are you?”

Merrick's smile sent a flush through his body. “Probably not as much as I should be.” He sat up at last, taking both of Fletcher's hands. “How about a date?”

“I don't know that I've ever actually gone on a date. I mean, I had plenty of flings, but—”

“To be honest, I don't know that I've gone on a date before, either,” he laughed. “I lived through two wars, and died in battle. Didn't leave a lot of time for courting.”

“Did you even—”

“I didn't die a virgin, if that's what you're asking,” Merrick grinned. “I said I haven't been on a date, not that I was a fucking prude.” He stood, and pulled Fletcher to his feet. “Come on, I have an idea for a date that I think you'll like. You grew up in the city when you were alive, right?”

“Born and raised. And died, I guess.”

Merrick squeezed his hands. The cool walls of the bunker were replaced by bright sunshine, a long stretch of white sand, and a glittering ocean. Fletcher felt his breath catch, his head on a swivel. As much as he had spent a week exploring before he went to attack Merrick, the world still held so many surprises for him. And made all the better by the fingers laced with his, eagerly squeezing.

“Where are we?”

“Hawaii. Last time I was on this beach, I didn't really get to enjoy it. I thought maybe we both could now. Do you know how to swim?”

“No. How do you swim with wings as big as yours anyway?”

“I don't know, I haven't tried it yet,” Merrick laughed. He let go of him at last, sitting on the sand to start to take off his boots. “I thought we'd give it a try.”

“I guess we can't drown, right?”

Merrick shrugged. “I have no idea. Are you afraid?”

Fletcher watched him kick off his boots, then pull off his shirt, the cloth somehow not getting tangled in his wings. His answer was lost, just watching the curve of the angel's bare shoulders, the way his hands moved to undo the buckle of his belt, the muscles in his stomach that trailed down to form a little V between his hips as if in silent invitation.

“Fletcher?”

“Shit,” he whispered, feeling a heat in his face. He ducked his head quickly, sitting to take off his clothes as well. “Sorry—no. I'm not afraid.”

“You're blushing,” Merrick laughed. He tossed his belt at him playfully.

“I told you I don't know how to swim. I'm just thinking about how much I'm going to end up embarrassing myself.” When he looked up again, Merrick was standing with his back to him, his jeans in a pile on top of the rest of his clothes. Framed by the sunlight, Fletcher couldn't decide what he wanted to look at most—the way the wind rustled his hair, the spread of his wings, the way they connected to the muscles of his back, the lean stretch of his legs, or the curve of his bare ass.

Son of a bitch.

“We won't go that deep,” Merrick promised, flashing him a smile over his shoulder before he headed for the water.

Fletcher fumbled to take off the rest of his clothes as quickly as he could. He kicked off the last leg of his pants, tripping over them.

Merrick stood in waist-deep water, laughing at him. “You need help?”

“I get to choose the next date,” the demon protested, finally shaking off the last of his clothes and heading for the water's edge. “I don't know how I feel about this.”

Merrick watched him approach the water with a grin that didn't seem angelic. “I feel pretty good about it.”

God, that smile and those words, it was all enough to Fletcher to feel heat creep from ear to ear, and he automatically dropped his hands over his groin. It took a moment for him to remember that he had nothing embarrassing to hide, even as he went into the water up to his knees.

The perks of being dead.

The feel of the sand beneath his bare feet, the warm water, the sunlight, and Merrick's hand on his, guiding him deeper—it was like falling into a dream, or waking from one. A wave broke over Merrick's back, and he spread his dripping wings with a laugh.

“These things are fucking heavy when they're wet,” he protested.

“You were the one that wanted to go swimming.” Fletcher curved one of his own wings around them both as another wave nudged against them, the water splashing backwards from the leathery surface. “I don't have that problem with mine.”

“Then you had better come closer and keep me dry.” Merrick caught him by the hips, tugging him in. The sand shifted beneath his feet, and Fletcher all-but fell into the angel's arms, feeling laughter bubbling light and easy in his chest.

“I am so choosing the next date.” He wrapped his arms around Merrick's neck, his fingers toying with the angel's wet feathers. “I feel like I can't stand out here.”

“Weak at the knees?” he teased, his hands hooked securely around Fletcher's waist, steady despite the shifting water.

Fletcher looked into his eyes, and could have sworn he was looking out to sea, blue and glimmering and playful and strong, and he couldn't help but wonder how Razi ever saw this angel as an easy target. “Maybe,” he allowed. “I've lived on concrete and brimstone all my life. Steady.”

“Water is steady,” Merrick countered, his fingers spreading out along Fletcher's lower back, mapping his skin. “Once you realize she is a living thing. She's as steady as the rest of us.”

“Water is not a person,” Fletcher laughed. “You do sound like an old sailor. You sure you shouldn't be growing a beard and wearing one of those stupid hats?”

Merrick shook out his wings, sending water droplets flying all around them, glimmering like crystals in the sun. “I am an old sailor, and a romantic,” he teased. “But I'm also not wrong. You need to spend more time in the world, Fletcher. When you're free of those demons chasing you, we'll see everything together. Nothing is steady, and everything is, and there is more life in the world than just in human bodies. I've been to places where the air itself seems to have a personality. I want to take you to those places.”

“I will follow you anywhere.” The words left Fletcher's lips before he was aware of them, and he pulled Merrick's face closer to his, catching his mouth in a kiss so heated he was afraid sparks would ignite between them. When he pulled back for breath, he found himself laughing again, a wave cresting higher and splashing over both of their shoulders. “Can we get out of the fucking water?”

Merrick wiped sand from his cheek, his wings sagging under the wet weight. “Only because you asked so politely,” he teased.

Fletcher took him by the wrist, sloshing back towards the shore and doing his best not to fall on his face along the way. Merrick, for once, was off-balance, trying to shake the water from his wings as soon as they were back on the shore.

“Maybe I should have brought us a towel,” he laughed.

“You think?”

“I feel like a stiff breeze could knock me off my feet like this.” Merrick spread his wings with a grimace, watching the water drip off of his feathers.

“Maybe not only a stiff breeze.” Fletcher took him by the shoulders and gave him a little shove, toppling him back onto the sand. He followed him down, laughing when Merrick tried to flip him over. He took hold of the angel's wrists, pinning them lightly to the sand and stealing a kiss. “Your feathers are full of water and sand. What were you gonna do if you got me off of you?”

“Probably flail like a landed fish,” Merrick laughed, looking up at his face adoringly. “What are you gonna do, now that you've got me pinned down here, demon?”

Fletcher's smile showed a hint of fangs. “I have a few ideas.” He leaned down to kiss him again, folding his damp wings against his back to protect his skin from the sun, allowing Merrick a view of the clear blue sky over his shoulder at last.

And something else.

“Tyr, no!”

Merrick wrapped his arms around Fletcher and pulled the demon to one side, a throwing axe burying into the sand where Fletcher's hand had been a moment prior. Fletcher swore, wishing his clothes and weapon were nearer at hand, but when he raised his arm to defend himself, his gun had materialized in his palm.

One day he would get used to this demonic magic.

He leveled the gun at the head of the other angel who stood in the sand, but when he fired, the bullet ricocheted off of the round shield Tyr held.

“Fletcher, for God's sake put your gun down!” Merrick scrambled to his knees, dragged backwards by his wet wings, but he tugged the demon behind him before he could do any more damage. “Tyr, wait, please—”

Tyr lowered his shield a touch, a second axe already in his free hand, but he kept it near to his hip. “Merrick, I thought this demon was attacking you. Are you alright?”

Fletcher gripped the gun harder, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. His instincts screamed for him to run, but Merrick's hand was on his arm, and the angel had placed himself squarely in between him and the newcomer. Tyr. He had heard that name before. Wasn't he a part of the same Garrison that had the Reaper?

“He's not attacking me. Not—not any longer.” Merrick spread his hand pleadingly, and Fletcher could see his wings shaking, though he couldn't tell if it was from strain or emotion as they rained down sand and water on him.

“Not any longer?” Tyr repeated. The axe disappeared, shortly followed by the shield. “He shot at me.”

“You startled us.”

“Why are you both naked?”

A blush spread across Merrick's nose, and he stuttered for an answer.

Tyr shook his head. “I think you need to go talk to Chael. I'll stay down here with the demon.”

“Tyr—”

“I promise, I won't hurt him. And I'll make sure Eztli doesn't find him, either. At least not until after you've spoken with Chael.”

“I could go back to the bunker,” Fletcher volunteered quietly, pressing himself against Merrick's back and clutching his gun like a life raft. “I am not staying here with that angel. He'll kill me.”

“He won't,” Merrick whispered. “Tyr, promise me you won't.”

“I already said that I won't hurt him. Killing would be an escalation of that, wouldn't it?” Tyr smiled, and showed his empty hands. “By Odin, you have my word. We'll be waiting right here for you.”

“By Odin,” Fletcher repeated scathingly. “What the hell kind of angel are you leaving me with?”

“One that I trust,” Merrick promised, touching his face with pleading in his eyes. Pleading, worry, but not fear. “I'll be back soon. Don't shoot him.”

When Merrick disappeared, leaving only him and Tyr on the beach, Fletcher wasn't so sure he could make good on that bargain.

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davidsilvercloud · 8 years ago

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Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside! I shall perform the necessary heroics” Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.6 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com. Thank you. At this time I’m getting about 100,000 photo views a week.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE. Free photo downloads at

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“That’s a great title. It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer” Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average drop of rain.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation. Now I know how God feels.” Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Tuesday, 19 Dec. 2017. Snowy and cool and grey in Vancouver, today.

I wuz up early after going to bed by 11pm. A bit achy. Had a coffee, mincemeat tart, and a Diclofenac... trying to do it in the morning, now. I have to take it with food which is hard for me because I'm not, even, slightly hungry. Had a T3, as well. Watched some news then had a snooze until nearly noon.

Got some painting and exercises done, a few selfies. Went over to Commercial Drive at 6pm to buy some pot then downtown to the library.

It's not enough that we have to worry about Climate Change, a World Wide Shortage of concrete-making sand... yup, there's a dwindling supply and you need a particular kind of sand to make concrete. Islands are being dredged up.

BUT... dat's not wut's I'm on about today. As if there isn't enough to worry about, now we need to begin seriously worrying about the pesticides being used in the manufacture of our clothing. It's there for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes it's to keep bugs from eating da goods while they are in shipment but, another more insidious use we fail to notice is the rise of anti-microbial materials. Just how do you think they do that, huh? Like, is there some kind of special material. Well, sometimes, but we need to be asking what pesticides are being used in our clothing, particularly kid's clothing and young adults who's hormones are already off the rails. The Romans had no idea that adding Lead to their wine was a pretty bad idea... better taste, earlier death.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/health-canada-pesticides-environment-consumer-toys-textiles-sofa-toxic-1.4445227

“it’s time to go home. The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for” Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie" Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned. It's just an empty meaningless void" Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read. Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots. I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap. Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell. I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything. I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot. The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise. You must prove yourself to me. Seriously, I mean it. I expect to be disappointed. Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

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http://ButchNews.com (Video) (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

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http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com The Electron sets the speed of light… yup. Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light. Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy. Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts. It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise. This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space. Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces. Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe. Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism. There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin. Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity. In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever. The universe can not end. Time is change and is an illusion. It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy. It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space, of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere. Waves can be either physical or electronic. The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing. DNA is the battery of life. When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body. Life, itself, is a duality. Time measurement is a relativity convenience.) Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was. One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space. The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity. Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING. Nothing can ever go backward. Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity. Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier. At best we can only compare rates of change. Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE. THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

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

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave. Earth NEVER returns to where it was before. Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible. If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away. You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself. Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy. No time for beating around the bush. I like to say what I mean and mean what I say. I’m 73 years old. Time is not on my side. You don’t have to like me. I’m a social recluse, anyway. I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human. I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able. I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD. Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am. I don’t expect you to understand me. I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get” Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life” Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun” Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things. While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks. Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast. You should assume that I don’t trust anyone. I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life. I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them. Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it. Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts. Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything. You don’t know what you don’t know. I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet. If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND. THAT’S THAT. You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you. Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion. I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’. Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period. You are a danger to be around. Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil. I said it, I mean it. You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me. I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will. Religion is evil. People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided. I can’t say it enough times. If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with. Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around. Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews

go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex. You must sign in to see me naked. I talk, openly, about sex. You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

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davidsilvercloud · 8 years ago

Photo

Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside! I shall perform the necessary heroics” Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.7 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com. Thank you. At this time I’m getting about 200,000 photo views a week these days.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE. Free photo downloads at http://BUTCHNAKED.COM

http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud

“That’s a great title. It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer” Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average drop of rain.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation. Now I know how God feels.” Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Be Prepared... Naloxone Training and Kits, British Columbia. Free. Free is a very good price.

http://www.naloxonetraining.com/

Thursday, 21 Dec. 2017. Grey and cool in Vancouver. I wuz up early. Been painting away, did some selfies, exercises... the regular kind of day. Went downtown a bit early to buy my Doctor a bottle of liquor for Xmas. I'm really thankful I have the doctor I have.

"My little Eric can be, sometimes, a bit dramatic" Eric Cartman's Mother/South Park

“it’s time to go home. The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for” Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

"He who controls the stuffing, controls the Universe." Alien Pilgrim transported through a worm hole to Earth/South Park.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie" Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned. It's just an empty meaningless void" Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog) (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video) (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream) (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts. It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise. This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE. THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

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

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself. Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity) Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am. I don’t expect you to understand me. I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get” Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life” Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun” Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex. You must sign in to see me naked. I talk, openly, about sex. You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

"Wow! THAT had what I really like in a story... an ending." Homer Simpson.

#Artist #Photographer #Physicist #David Silvercloud

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davidsilvercloud · 8 years ago

Photo

Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside! I shall perform the necessary heroics” Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.7 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com. Thank you. At this time I’m getting about 200,000 photo views a week these days.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE. Free photo downloads at http://BUTCHNAKED.COM

http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud

“That’s a great title. It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer” Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average drop of rain.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation. Now I know how God feels.” Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Be Prepared... Naloxone Training and Kits, British Columbia.

http://www.naloxonetraining.com/

Tuesday, 19 Dec. 2017. Snowy and cool and grey in Vancouver, today.

I wuz up early, 8am, after going to bed by 11pm. Bright and sunny day.

A bit achy. Had a coffee, dark fruit cake, and a Diclofenac... trying to do it in the morning, now. I have to take it with food which is hard for me because I'm not, even, slightly hungry. Had a T3, as well. Watched some news then had a snooze for an hour on my sofa.

Got lots of painting done, some selfies, the usual kind of day. Got my exercises done. I'm trying to get into a routine of up early and paint, paint, paint. I take lots of breaks and shoot selfies, most of them naked, which I upload to my photos stream. You are welcome to see me nude, to download and share nude photos of me. Go nuts. Seriously... I have no inhibitions, that way. I promote a healthy attitude towards the body and sex. I practice safe sex. Today I fucked my sex toy, blew my load and had a shower before going downtown. It's good for a man to masturbate... seriously, it is.

“it’s time to go home. The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for”

Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

"He who controls the stuffing, controls the Universe." Alien Pilgrim transported through a wormhole to Earth/South Park.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie" Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned. It's just an empty meaningless void" Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog) (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video) (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream) (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts. It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise. This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE. THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

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

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself. Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am. I don’t expect you to understand me. I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get” Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life” Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun” Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex. You must sign in to see me naked. I talk, openly, about sex. You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

"Wow! THAT had what I really like in a story... an ending." Homer Simpson.

#Artist #Photographer #Physicist #David Silvercloud

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