#thoughts four hours before 3pm

[that-one-moth]

Round Eight of Palestinian Families!

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[broad-shouldrs]

Ruined || Joel Miller One Shot

pairing: solo!joel / joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2,555

summary: joel uses a sex toy

warnings: 18+, minors dni.

established relationship. unspecified age gap. m!masturbation. use of a sex toy. dirty talk. praise kink. edging. voyeurism.

a/n: taking a short break from hold on to me because this wouldn't leave my brain.

It’s quiet in the house.

The kind of quiet that settles deep in your bones, humming beneath your skin like a dull, familiar ache. The sun’s just started to set, casting long gold shadows through the windows. Dust floats through the air in lazy spirals, catching the light. The house is still.

But Joel isn’t.

He sits on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his thighs, staring ahead at nothing in particular. He’s in his head, battling between what he should do and what he wants to do. There’s a silicone sex toy on the nightstand — a fleshlight. He hasn’t picked it up, hasn’t used it. He just looks at it for a moment, jaw tight, tongue pressed into the corner of his cheek.

He had purchased the toy ages ago — long before he met you. It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t a dare, it was an act of pure desperation. Four years of fucking nothing but his hand, craving to be inside a woman, but feeling so emotionally numb he couldn’t allow himself even a one-night stand.

While the toy offered a different feeling than his hand, it felt cold and lifeless whenever he would try to use it. So, he stashed it away, deep in his nightstand, behind overdue bills and a mess of cords. He met you three months later and hadn’t thought of the toy since. Until today.

You’ve been away at a conference. Some 10-day training halfway across the country. You’re in a different time zone and your schedule is so packed that Joel’s barely gotten a single text from you, much less been able to hear your voice.

You’re not supposed to be back in town until tomorrow. But, he’s felt on edge since he woke up.

He should’ve waited. He should’ve poured himself a drink and taken a cold shower or distracted himself with some project in the garage. Maybe called Tommy to check in. But instead he’s here. Warm skin under a thin shirt. Loose sweatpants. Nothing underneath.

He grew restless around 3pm, feeling want clawing its way under his skin.

Three hours later he still can’t shake the tension that has settled in his shoulders. His cock's been half-hard all day. Your voice is stuck in his head — playful, daring, that low murmur you use when you’re teasing him. The photo you sent yesterday didn’t help. You, in one of his worn T-shirts that hits just below your waist, fresh-faced in some hotel room. He grits his teeth and exhales through his nose.

Fuck it.

He reaches into his nightstand, finding a bottle of lube, and clicking it open, letting it spill over his fingers. He doesn’t need to work the toy open, much to his dismay, so when he slides his fingers inside, he’s doing it for functionality’s sake rather than pleasure.

Joel leans against the pillows you usually sleep on, your scent clinging faintly to the fabric, and lets his eyes fall shut.

His hand is a little shaky as he grips the waistband of his sweats and pulls them down around his thighs. His cock slips free, thick, flushed, already glistening with precome. His breath catches when the cool air hits and he’s all of a sudden too aware of the heavy heat between his legs.

The slit of the silicone toy stares back at him — open, soft, and waiting.

But he doesn’t just slide in. Not yet.

Instead, he lets the tip of his cock nudge against the entrance, not quite pushing inside. He presses into it, just enough to feel the give of the silicone, then pulls back. A low, involuntary groan slips from between his lips.

He keeps to similar movements; the swollen head of his cock kisses the slit, then withdraws. He does it again and again, each time a little harder. The soft thwap of skin on silicone echoes faintly in the quiet room.

“Shit,” he mutters, his hips twitching forward.

It feels so wrong but surprisingly good. If he jerks himself off, he doesn’t tease himself like this — not like you. His hand flexes as he changes his grip, slow and shallow, dragging the tip up and down the toy’s split without pressing inside. The slide makes everything worse in the best way possible. His cock throbs, desperate to be buried deep, to be held tight, milked and ruined, but he holds back.

“Bet you’d fuckin’ laugh if you saw me like this,” he mutters, talking to the empty room.

He groans and shifts until he’s propped up against the pillows, angling himself until the head of his cock catches inside. This time, he doesn’t stop. The silicone stretches, then parts, swallowing him inch by inch, until the thick base of him is grinding into the open end and the head of his cock is poking out the other side — slick, flushed, dripping. It’s filthy. The way his cock looks with lube smeared down the length of him, the toy flexing around every inch, and he can’t fucking stop staring at it.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

Images of you flash in his mind. Your hands. Your mouth. The little gasp you make when he pushes into you.

His hips jolt forward, instinctive and hungry, and the toy gives just enough resistance to almost make it feel real.

“Miss you,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, I miss you.”

There’s something about the helplessness of saying those words that makes him feel his age in ways he doesn’t like to admit. It’s not just sex with you, not even close. He misses the way your lips pull into a smile when he kisses you at 4am when he has to leave on a job. He misses the way your body fits perfectly against his when you’re asleep. He misses hearing his name when he kisses that spot right behind your ear that makes you fall apart.

Joel opens his eyes, and pulls off from the toy, watching as the suction pulls at him. He scrambles for his phone on the nightstand and quickly pulls up the picture you sent yesterday.

“Baby…”, he whispers. “Look at what you do to me. Fuckin’ desperate for you to take my cock.”

Joel tosses his phone on the mattress and then sinks into the toy again — harder this time but still slow. His thighs flex, abdomen tightening. Another thrust and his breath leaves in a ragged moan.

“Goddamn.”

The toy’s squelching now with each thrust of his hips. He twists his wrist just slightly on the next stroke, grinding the toy down against his groin. He can feel the need coursing through his body, can feel his nerve endings catch on fire.

“That what you want, baby?” he murmurs under his breath. “Want me to fuck you slow like this? All stretched out… beggin’ for more?”

He says it to no one. Says it to you. You’re not there — but in his head, you are. On your back, legs parted, pussy lips swollen and wet from teasing.

Joel groans and drives his hips up again, the slap of skin getting louder as he quickens his pace. He braces one hand on the mattress and lets the other keep working the toy, thrusting into it like it’s not just molded silicone but you, real and warm and throbbing around him.

He sets a rhythm. Slow grind in, faster pull back. He starts to roll his hips instead of snapping them, chasing that drag, that pressure, that almost-too-much squeeze that makes his toes curl.

“You’d take it,” he grits out, thrusting harder. “Fuck, baby, you’d take it all. Know you would.”

Joel’s breathing picks up, mouth falling open around quiet yet guttural groans. The pace is messy now. No more teasing. He’s so fucking hard it hurts.

“Look at you,” he grunts. “Makin’ a mess on my cock, baby.”

He imagines your hands fisting the sheets, your thighs shaking as he drives into you. His fist tightens on the toy, his thrusts getting sharper.

“Say it,” he pants. “Say you need it. Say you want this cock.”

He grinds up harder, thighs burning with the effort, holding himself just at the edge. He chokes on a sound, a half laugh, half groan and buries himself to the hilt, holding there, toy pressed so tight it trembles in his grip.

“Fuck. Fuck. Slow down—” he mutters to himself.

The line between fantasy and sensation blurs. All he knows is that you’re not here, and it’s not enough.

He’s soaked. His cock’s flushed red, tip shining with a mix of lube and precome as it stares back at him from the far end of the toy. His muscles are tense, twitching from holding himself back.

He forces himself to slide out slow. His chest heaves and his free hand grips into the mattress beside him, trying to anchor himself.

“Not fuckin’ yet.”

He lowers the toy again, this time just pressing the lips of it to his tip. Just small, circular strokes right against the most sensitive part of him. It makes him grunt, his hips canting upward like he can’t help it.

“That what you want, baby? Want me beggin’ to come?”

He’s so close he’s shaking.

He pushes into the toy letting it slide all the way down until he’s buried to the hilt again. The silicone clutches him tight, like it knows how bad he needs this.

“S’got nothin’ on you. Fuckin’—need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

The confession tears out of him before he can stop it. Not dirty, just real — desperate, aching, raw.

Still, he doesn’t stop moving. He pumps into the toy with deep, dragging thrusts, letting the pressure pull him right to the edge and keep him there. It’s almost too much. And still, not enough. Still not you.

“You’d let me,” he pants, lips parted. “Let me fuck you just like this. Take my cock like such a good girl.”

His hand flexes hard around the base of the toy, pulling it tighter as he drives up into it again.

“That pretty little pussy’s so greedy for me, huh?” he breathes. “Got you drippin’ all over the fuckin’ sheets… whinin’ for me to fill you.”

His stomach tightens. “You want me to come inside you, baby?” he murmurs.

His breath is ragged now. Hair damp with sweat. The veins in his neck stand out as he thrusts into the toy.

“Yeah, you’d take it,” he growls. “You’d fuckin’ take every fuckin’ drop.”

He chokes on a moan, hips moving in sharp, desperate jerks.

He’s barely aware of the room anymore. He can’t think of anything but the searing heat building in his gut and the ache for something real.

And that’s when he hears it. Soft. Barely there. His name.

Joel.

It’s not loud. It’s not even clear. Just a whispered exhale.

His eyes squeeze shut. He groans low, thinking it’s just in his head. “Yeah,” he rasps, hips driving up. “Say my name like that…”

Then he hears it again. Not a word this time, a sound, a whimper — high, broken and real.

His eyes fly open and he turns his gaze to the bedroom door. He stiffens, chest still heaving with breath he can’t quiet. His brain’s still scrambled from the edge he was just on, from how close he came to letting go.

You’re there. Backlit by hallway light, standing frozen, your fingers tucked between your thighs beneath the hem of one of his old T-shirts.

You’d been watching. You’d been touching yourself. And now, both of you caught, there’s nowhere for either of you to hide.

You—” he starts, voice hoarse. “You’re not supposed to be here till—”

You don’t speak.

“How long’ve you been there?” he asks, voice cracking, rougher than you’ve ever heard it.

“Long enough to know you’d rather be fucking me.”

He doesn’t know what this is, this shift in the air, but it’s got him by the throat. He swallows hard as you step into the room.

“Baby,” he whispers. “Please…”

You know what he wants, what he’s asking for.

You shake your head slowly. “I want you to keep going.”

He blinks, stunned. “What?” he asks, barely audible.

You take another step, stopping just at the foot of the bed, voice steady now. He can smell your shampoo now. Feel your warmth.

“I want to see you finish.”

He groans, head tipping back into the pillows.

“It’s not the same,” he says, hips twitching. “I want you, baby. Wanna feel you on my cock.”

Your mouth curves into a wicked smile.

“I know, but I want to watch. You’ll give that to me, won’t you?”

That’s what breaks him. Not the words, not exactly. But the look in your eyes. Curious with something darker underneath.

He nods slow, mesmerized by the sight of you.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Anything for you.”

He goes to reach for the toy but finds your hand already there, wrapping around him. He lets you take it.

“Let me.”

He moans like that alone could undo him.

You start slow, sliding the toy up, then down, working him in long, wet strokes. The base of the toy presses against his groin. His cock is still poking through, swollen and slick. He jerks beneath your touch, gasping.

“Fuck, baby…”

His hands grip the sheets beside him, knuckles white. He’s twitching with every drag, his hips lifting, chasing it like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

“You like that?” you whisper.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Feels good. Feels so fuckin’ good—don’t stop—”

You don’t. You keep working the toy slow and deep, dragging it almost all the way off before pushing it back down again. The noises it makes are wet and obscene.

“This what you think about when I’m gone? Me with my hand on you?”

Joel pulses in your hand.

“Or are you thinking about my mouth…or my pussy?”

He groans, broken. “All of it,” he says, gasping.

Joel’s chest heaves. “Baby,” he chokes out. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.”

You squeeze the toy just a little tighter and slow your pace, making him writhe.

“Please—fuck, I need it—need you—”

You lean in close, letting your breath skim his jaw. “I’m right here. Come on, baby. Let me see you come.”

And he does. His body arches, eyes rolling back as he cries out your name.

His cock jerks violently inside the toy, thick ropes of come spilling over your hand as you fuck him through it, wringing every last drop until his entire body sags.

He’s wrecked. Panting. Shaking.

And when you finally ease the toy off, his come leaks onto his stomach.

Without hesitation, you climb up onto the bed and press your head to his still heaving chest.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “That was…” You hum in agreement.

Five minutes go by and neither of you speak. He lets you run your hand over his chest in lazy, soothing lines until eventually, he shifts.

“Missed you so goddamn much.”

You press your lips to his collarbone and whisper, “Missed you too. When do you think you can fuck me for real?”

He swallows hard, his eyes darkening, his spent cock twitching against his thigh.

“Soon,” he promises

[bullet-prooflove]

90% Of The Work: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gatefleet @mckinleysbones @totalstitchlover19 @angelofthetrenchcoats

Companion piece to:

Bang - Eddie's new year starts with a bang.

Lifetime (NSFW) - One night with you makes Eddie realise he wants a life time.

El Paso - Eddie is forced to make a decision that hurts you both.

Possibilities - Eddie thinks about what might have been.

Welcome Back - Eddie discovers the reason you've been out of contact.

Home - Eddie lays eyes on you for the first time in six months.

Chemistry (NSFW) - You and Eddie have always have good chemistry.

You’ve been asleep four hours when you awake to the sound of knocking on your front door. It’s a firm, controlled rap that you recognise from all the other times Eddie Diaz has turned up on your step.

You huff, rolling onto your back as you stare up at the ceiling. You consider not answering because you still feel shitty about the way last night ended. You can’t describe the sensation in your chest when he picked up that phone telling you ‘I have to get going in a sec’. You understand that Christopher is a priority, that he always will be but after that declaration of love, you’d expected more.

A couple of minutes of aftercare, a little cuddling, something other than a dismissal you’ve heard a thousand times before from other men. On top of the exhaustion you’d been feeling, it had been the icing on top of a very shitty day.

“Eddie…” You begin as you open the door because you really don’t have the capacity for anymore bullshit right now. “I really can’t��”

You trail off when you see him standing there, clad in the black wife beater and the grey sweats you know he wears to bed. Underneath his arm is a pillow, a special hybrid one from home, he’d had a neck injury a couple of years back and needs something more tailored to sleep comfortably these days.

“I don’t feel great about the way we left things.” He says quietly, hugging the pillow to his chest. “After what happened with Christopher, not picking up his call when he needed me the night we were together... It makes me hypervigilant, I get a sense of urgency in my chest, that’s what I was feeling last night when Buck text me, that’s why…” He trails off, biting his lower lip. “I’m not proud of the way I treated you.”

“It’s becoming a theme Eddie.” You inform him, your head coming to rest on the door frame. “You get what you want and then you disappear. It’s starting to give me a complex-”

“Then lets change that.” He says, reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “Chris has been dropped at school so there is nowhere else I need until 3pm. We can nap, grab a game of pick up of basketball, catch up with laundry, I don’t care I just want to spend time with you.”

There’s a sincerity in his voice that you feel deep down in the depths of your soul. For all of his faults Eddie is always honest, always earnest. It’s that knowledge that makes you relent, that makes you reconsider your decision to let him in once again.

“Well your aftercare does need work.” You state, opening the door to let him inside. “But I suppose practice makes perfect and you did bring your own pillow, which is an exceptionally weird thing to do by the way.”

“I think it shows my commitment to cuddling.” He tells you as he follows you into the house towards the bedroom. “You know I mean what I say when I tell you it’s not about the sex, it’s about being with you.”

The sex, while earth shattering is about the physicality of love, sleeping together it’s a different, more intimate act. It shows trust on an emotional level, one that you both crave because there is nothing like falling asleep in the arms of the person you love, knowing you’re as precious to them as they are to you.

“I think that you’re trying to stake your claim in my bed.”  You say interrupting his thoughts as you rearrange your pillows to make space for Eddie’s bespoke addition. “You know how some women leave their earrings at a guy’s place so they have to call them? I think that’s what you plan to do with your pillow so you have to keep coming back.”

Eddie chuckles as he toes off his sneakers and tucking them neatly alongside your dresser. “That’s not the thing that’s going to keep me coming back. You know it’s always been you.”

“90% of the work is showing up.” You remark as you climb underneath the sheets and he understands what you’re saying in that moment. If he wants to keep you, he needs to put his money where his mouth is and start retaining a presence in your life, he needs to be the man you’ve always believed him to be.

“That’s what I’m doing.” He says, setting his pillow down in the space you’ve made for him before he lies down alongside you, gathering you up into his arms. “I’m showing up.”

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[bringmeanangel]

One Too Many

Pairing: Spencer Reid and Reader Tags/warning: Overwhelmed reader. small Anxiety attack. crying. feeling like a failure. Spencer Reid being the best boyfriend ever. established relationship. Synopsis: Working in theatre, filling out a bunch of applications. Having things under control falls apart when one more potential application pops up. A/N: Based off of my life and basically what happened five minutes ago. If only I had a Spencer to calm me down.

You love how much your boyfriend supports you with your art. You work in theatre and this year you told yourself that you were just going to apply to things, no matter how daunting those forms were.

Some of the forms were a bit of a doozy, but Spencer was always there to make sure that you took a break of ate something.

One festival, you saw that the deadline was that day at 9pm and you had discovered it at 3pm. You looked ay everything and thought nah. Then you decided "screw it" and in two and a half hours you sent in that application.

Sometimes your mom gives of the wrong kind of energy, almost desperation, which is why you don't tell her about these two forms your working. You don't really tell your friends even. It's more because it's a superstitious thing.

Spencer though, you tell him. He always encourages you, even if he's not totally sure how it works, he's just happy to see you happy and excited.

Today however, you had two on going applications, both deadlines were in two weeks and you were working on them little by little. Then, your mom emailed you something.

She called you and told you about this opportunity to work at a festival in your town and that you should apply. You clicked on the link and saw that the deadline was in four days.

You took a sharp breath which caught Spencer's attention. He was reading and you were at the table working.

"Are you alright?" he knew that breath. That was your anxiety.

"Yeah. My mom just sent me something that if I wanted to do it, it's do in four days" you voice was shaky.

"Do you want to do it?" you heard the concern in his voice.

"i'm not sure. I'm going to at least look at it."

You turned your attention back to your computer, Spencer kept an eye on you.

You started reading about the job. It was a festival coordinator and producer.

*Another sharp breath*

You kept reading. If you took it, you would have to be available for the festivals, which would mean that if the two festivals you really wanted to do, you might not be able to do.

Getting into the other festivals that you wanted wasn't a sure thing, but you would have to accept this job before you knew about them.

*Another sharp breath*

Spencer had put his book down when he heard the second sharp breath and watched you. The third sharp breath, he saw you tense and you looked pale.

Spencer stood up and went over to you. He wrapped his arm across your chest, so you could lean agaisnt his arm. His thumb firmly started to rub up and down the side of your neck and you burst into tears.

"Oh, angel" he soothed, his heart breaking for you.

You held onto his arm, eyes shut tight, focusing on his thumb, massaging your neck. Spencer took this to quickly read over everything.

The pay was good, but if this was your response to just looking at the job requirement, and Spencer knew you pretty well, so he knew this wasn't your thing; then he knew you shouldn't even apply.

"I'm going to close it." he murmured in your ear, waiting for you to say okay.

"Bu-but my- the other ones are a sure thing. I hav-have a good feeling, but that's dumb. This-this I" you tried to talk.

Spencer gently shushed you, his other hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"deep breath, love. Come on. In 2-3-4" he said and you did. "hold. and out 2-3-4" he soothed and you did.

He repeated that two more times, now rubbing his hand up and down your back, still having his arm wrapped around you, to keep you feeling safe.

"I told myself that I would apply to everything." you looked disappointed at yourself.

"I know, love, but it's okay to not apply to this one."

"But if I don't- and my sister finds out, she's going to tell me I'm stupid for not trying."

"Do you want to apply to this?" he asked and you shook your head. "That's okay. You're not stupid for not doing it. You're applying to two more things, that they don't know about. You've done so much this month and it's only January."

"I guess." you said letting go of his arm and wiping your tears.

"You should be so proud of yourself. You have two applications that you're really looking forward too. So focus on those." you nodded.

"I'm going to close it and then you don't ever have to think about it."

You nodded and Spencer closed the tab. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he cradled your head with one hand and rubbed your back with the other.

"Come on, angel, lets go lay down for a bit."

You nodded and let him lead you to your shared bedroom.

[sweetandabitspycho]

Tej Parker x Reader

Warnings: bad writing, sad/comfort. First time doing a sad/comfort so be nice please.

“Why?" Tej asked trying to stay calm, but he was getting more aggravate. I was trying not to start a fight. Really I was. He stood blocking me from leaving.

"Because I need to get away." I said keeping an even voice. He looked hurt. He should. He needs to feel what I have been feeling. "From me? Why?" His voice cracked. "You haven't been honest with me. You are hiding something from me and I don't trust you completely really now." I said in a whisper. It hurt to say, but it was true. He was spending hours with his ex, to the point he was coming home at 5am.

"I can explain everything baby." His voice killed me. It was sad and broken. As if I had hit him. I wanted to die. I shook my head no. Too scared I would stay and break down.

"It's not want it looks like. Please!" He was about to cry. "No. Not right now. I can't." I said as he moved out of the way for me to walk out.

"I'm so sorry honey." Mia said cuddling into my side. "It's okay. I'll be okay." There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Come in." Mia said before Brian popped in with ice cream in hand. He gently kisses my head. "If you want I can shoot him, or have him shoot. I still have cop friends." He said laughing lightly, I couldn't bring myself to laugh but I said a no but thank you with a small smile.

After a while Mia left. I finally felt like I could cry.

It felt as if someone riped out my heart. I though we would be together until death and even then we would still be together. I thought he was it. The one.

I hugged the stupid stuffed bear he gave me. No, it wasn't making me feel better, I can't sleep without him. I felt safe with him. I pull my knees to my chest trying to get some sleep.

The next day.

I woke up to the sun peaky through the curtain. Rubbing my eyes I grabbed my phone to see the time. 12am, great lunch time. I saw I had five texted for Tej

Tej❤️ I'm sorry love it's not what it seems.

Tej❤️ I promise. I see how it can look like I'm cheating but I'm not.

Tej❤️ please just let me explain.

Tej❤️ I would never hurt you. I would die before please believe me.

Tej❤️ please just come meet me at our spot at 4. It will explain everything.

Our spot was a roof of an abandonment build. Maybe I should go. Should I go? What if it doesn't fix anything but brakes us more.

Before I could completely overthink going I got up off the bed and took a shower.

After I went down stairs to see Mia. She gave me a sad smile as she asked if I wanted coffee. I took it before telling her about Tej texting asking me to go at 4. She said I should and I agree with her. I should.

At 3pm I started to get dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt that once belonged to Tej. At 3:20 I decided to head out after saying a quick goodbye. It only took 20 minutes to get there.

I started to climb up the four story building. It didn't take long to get to the top. That's when I saw it.

Tej stood at the table we had brought up for us, he was placing roses everywhere. He continued to place things on the table before I could tell him I was there he turned around.

He smiled at me, before walking towards me. "Please just let me explain, if you still want to break up I'll be okay. Just please let me explain." He said in a rush. I used to love it when he did that, but now It just made me want to hug him and tell him it's okay.

He took my silence as an answer then he started to explain. "I was not cheating. I know what it looks like but she was just helping me pick out your ring. I wanted to get the perfect ring and I didn't tell you I wanted it to be a surprise and I had it custom made for you, so please believe me." He said it so fast I almost didn't hear him. I hugged him before kissing him.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I thought that." I said hugging him tighter he gently pulled back before talking. "It's okay. I understand, I didn't realize how bad it looked until it was too late. I would have thought that too." I said getting on one knee. "Now will you please marry me?" I got down to his level before kissing him. "Of course! I love you so much!!"

[apollodeath]

Are You in the Mood?

Notes/summary: inspired from my headcannons! I wanted to make a smutty story that was König being turned on but you’re busy with working from home and he kinda just waits around your home for you to be ready.

Warnings: rough sexual activity, talks of vagina anatomy. ¿Primal/animal/prey talk?, unprotected sex, consent isn’t a warning but thought I’d add it in here cause it’s sexy. MDNI 18+ ONLY

König x reader

Reader reference as only ‘you’ and pet names.

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König’s day has been bad since he woke up, stressful situations from work got him feeling a little pent up. Anger sat within him today. He didn’t ever release it by stomping around the house or even yelling at others. He kinda just felt it in him deep and angry it stayed, he got home to you late due to work keeping him which meant he missed lunch with you but, you left him a sandwich.

He ate it about an hour ago and sat in the living room after. You worked from home and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since. Around 3pm his body told him something he wasn’t expecting, it wanted release. But not any release, it wanted to be deeply buried in a sopping wet pussy as he unloaded every worry. His body chilled over from the idea. He then proceeded to get up and wonder down the hall catching you in his eyes.

Sat with your back to the door typing away at your desk. König watches from the doorway leaning against the frame.

“Are you almost done?” He asks softly and gentle.

“Umm…” you continue. Getting lost in your work for a second “yes but no…” you have so much on your mind and so much more to do.

König nods in understanding. König thinks for a second and goes to open his mouth but, feels embarrassment tingle in his body. He paused for a second longer and then turns back going to the living room sitting. He feels the familiar ache below the belt that his cock wants your attention not his own.

He tries watching tv but, it isn’t enough to distract his flying thoughts and desire. He mutes the tv and listens to you or tries to, all he hears is more typing and clicking. König’s hands move over his lap feeling his cock semi hard. He leans his head back to lay it on the couch sighing. His mind wonders to what heated things he’d like to do to you now.

Maybe lay you down on the bed nice and slow, softly kissing then moving down your body to eat you out.

Maybe even right here, on the couch, on his lap bouncing on him.

He swallows hard as his pants get uncomfortably tight and his heart rate speeds slightly.

Maybe he’ll walk in the computer room pick you up out of your chair and strip you down and fuck you against the desk or wall maybe finish on the ground; rug burn on his knees and you on all fours in front of him, dripping and begging for more cum to fill your hol-

You growling in frustration in the computer room disturbs his fantasies. Making him jump up, hard under his pants, practically dripping himself. He walks back down the hall standing more frustrated then before he looms over and brings a dark desire feeling as he stands watching you. He feels like an animal.

“Maus… are you almost done with work?” He says a little less gentle but trying to keep it unnoticed.

“No. I just got an email that this paper is due by the end of the day Köni~” you answer feeling defeated from stress.

He closes eyes trying to stop the feeling of his primal instinct to cum. He replaces his emergency for release to sympathy.

“I’m sorry meine Maus” he says softly. “I-….” He stops and thinks you need less stress so he’ll keep it to himself on how he feels. You turn around in your chair looking at him.

“You?…” you question why he paused his sentence.

“I..I’m sorry you have to do so much work.” König says genuinely not just because he’s hard and bothered, but because he actually is sorry about the stress your work puts you under. He knows what it feels like.

“Thank you Köni, I just-“ sighs “I’ll just try and finish it fast I know you had a hard time at work and probably want some cuddles on the couch.” Your computer pings and you turn around sighing “I promise König I’ll cuddle you” you start typing once more.

König heart melts for your sweet words and his cock twitches for your touch no matter what touch just yours. This makes König feel a little guilty that he wants to release his emotions by cuming and not cuddles or not ONLY cuddles.

He walks back to the living room to uncomfortable to sit so he walks around, pacing behind the couch then entering the kitchen then back out he finally feels his cock softening in his pants which makes him feel relief of uncomfortableness but more frustrated then before. He thinks of work while walking into your shared bedroom, down the hall, past the computer room.

König sits on the bed and sighs throwing his body back to lay on the bed. He is so tall that his feet are flat on the floor while he’s laying down he crosses his arms behind his head closing his eyes. He thinks of today and how angry it made him that someone below his rank decided to yell at him. They knew he wouldn’t yell back but, the disrespect was something König wouldn’t take so easily.

His muscles felt tight his mood was dampened. He just wanted this feeling gone. He opened his eyes thinking if he could just masturbate and be done with this. He unbuckled, unzipped and pulled his cock out over the pants it was still a little tiny bit hard but it didn’t take long for it to spring up again and stand to attention when König let his thoughts take over.

Throwing you on the bed pushing your chest and face into the sheets while plunging his cock in deeper in your wet pussy. Over and over. He thinks about the sounds and feelings while stroking himself to an imaginary pace of his fantasy. He whimpers a little more each time his hand slides over his tip. His eyes roll back for a little when it starts building his orgasm. His legs push off the floor a little while his hips thrust up into his hand.

“König?” You call from down the hall.

“F-fuck…” he pauses his hand and lets his hips fall back down he takes a minute to calm down. Feeling the Orgasm slip away and his breath heave in his chest.

“Köni?!” You call out louder.

“Y-yes? Yes meine Maus?” He calls back, sitting up and re-adjusting his clothes letting his hard cock be placed back under his clothes sealed under zipper and belt once more.

“Can you get me a cup of water really quick I’m almost done!” You say excitedly to be almost finished.

“Yes. I will.” His anger and frustration make him less thrilled. He walks out of the room past you and into the kitchen grabbing a cup and filling it. König’s cock twitches making him spill a little water as his lower body aches and his balls ache for release. He takes a deep breath and starts walking back. He enters the room and towers over you staring at the back of your head as you work.

You notice his presence and it’s a bit different than just sad but, you carry on. You’re on your last page of paper work.

He reaches passed you setting the cup down on your desk. König smells your hair from where he stands and his cock twitches once more making him clear his throat to hide an obvious groan. You look up at him and he looks down at you locking eyes with him you notice he is angry. You furrow your eyebrows just noticing.

“Köni are you okay?” You ask gently. How did you not notice. If you had noticed you would’ve asked more questions about today but, you thought you knew why he was sad. Was he angry because he missed lunch but, why angry? Was he angry with you?

“Yes, Maus.” He answered firmly. He backed away and stood for a second holding your gaze. You look at his stance and realize he’s holding back something.

“König I ate because I wanted to try and be done with work before you got home. So that I could hold you.” You explain. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You say with a frown. This making König’s body stop for a second and he leans in kissing your forehead then cheek, kneeling to look at you. König tried hard to never upset you because you have never upset him. He didn’t want to bring his anger home and never did he want to make it feel like it was your doing.

“No, no my love I am… I am not angry with you.” He says brushing your hair back “I-….” He pauses looking down for a second thinking. “I am just… needing-um….” He’s to embarrass to say but he knows he must.

You look with caring eyes and half smile feeling relief it isn’t you that made him angry. “I know what you need” you state softly.

“Oh thank god, miene Maus I-“ you cut him off by hugging him you hold him tight rubbing his back. His cock twitches and aches.

“I’ll cuddle you more soon I just have a few sentences left and I’ll be out there to hold you and kiss you” the last words ‘kiss you’ makes his heart pound. “Is that okay?” You ask feeling him tighten, his body almost to rough with the hug.

“No-yes yes but, I just need… I need to”

“You can tell me, my Love” you say gentle still hugging him still rubbing his back.

“I need to cum.” His accent dripped over the words and down your spine like melted metal. His mood and body made sense immediately. He is angry but it’s covered head to toe in frustration. You slowly back away from the hug looking at him, his eyes say it all; blown out in desire, his body temperature is hot. He looks over your body like an animal ready to devour you leaving nothing but the blood behind, bones and all. You feel yourself begin to get turned on your sure the waiting will lead to seat wetting.

He furrows his brow waiting for a response thinking he might’ve gone to far maybe said to much.

“König I’ll make you cum. As much as you want. As fast as you want. Just let me finish this last sheet and I’ll let you do whatever you want.” you spoke clear and sexually making sure to keep eye contact. You knew he loved that.

“Yes. Maus.” He answered his voice low. König started to feel like an animal waiting for his prey to lower their guard and then he’ll strike. He got up from his knee allowing you to catch a glimpse of his hard cock under his pants.

The outline prominent and you turned in your seat typing out more quickly not caring about minor errors. König walked out back to the room stripping his pants off then his shirt leaving him down to just socks, underwear and mask. He sat down on his side of the bed laying his back against the the headboard trying to keep himself from cuming by himself.

You felt yourself get wet slowly as your mind went from work to König buried in you, body chills and legs start to shake with anticipation for it.

König stiffens his jaw out of frustration and agony at this point. He looks down and his cock is leaking precum onto his underwear. He slowly moves his hand over to it to softly rub his finger over the tip of his penis; that’s still under the fabric. Even tho it’s a soft, barely-anything touch, it earns a soft whimper.

You get done and hit send then almost sprinting out of your office down the hall seeing König sitting on the bed his fingers softly tracing his cock head. You strip rather fast causing König to strip his underwear throwing them to the side. You get up on the bed crawling over to him feeling like the animal this time. You lock lips instantly and feel his rough hands grab your hips pulling you on top of him his cock sat straight up with a little bit of a curve facing his chest. You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

In-between kisses you hear his soft whimpers and oh, how that made your body heat and your folds leak. König wasted no time placing his hand below you grabbing his cock and placing it at your opening and his left hand lowing you by your hips. He normally would wait an hour of foreplay to make sure you were ready to take him but, your pussy instantly felt like it was a magnet pulling König’s hard aching cock into it. He moaned rather fast pushing you all the way down his thick cock he bit his lip shutting his eyes tight. You felt the familiar burn of him stretching you out but paired with unimaginable pleasure making you moan along with him.

“Fuck!” He practically shouted. His eagerness and neediness made you wonder how long he waited for this. He pushed you up and down with his hands on your sides fucking you pretty hard. You were on top but he was doing all the work. He was pulling your hips up to his tip and pushing you back down rocking his hips to met yours over and over you felt a stretch every time he went fully in but it only made you wetter. Your hands grip his shoulders needing more stability but couldn’t without maybe hurting him so instead you wrap your arms around his neck placing your head in the crook of his neck breathing and softly moaning not to cover up his sweet moans.

König thrusted more frantically, chasing his orgasm but he needed more grip, more action. He wrapped his arms around your waist pushing himself all the way in you holding it there as he got up carrying you to the edge of the bed. You could feel his cock twitching like crazy in your walls. You moan right along with him “what’re you doing?” You say as he walks around the bed.

“Fucking you harder.” He says angrily almost like he’s yelling at you. He doenst let you go but, he lays you on the bed; arms still wrapped around your waist tight as he starts thrusting harder, the sound of your bodies colliding feels the room it’s louder then you think you’ve heard before the vibrations in your body from his cock connecting to your pussy over and over drives you mad.

He’s a whimpering, moaning mess cuss words seep out of his mouth in English and in German. He is working up a sweat in both of you, he turns his face and bits at your neck surely bruising your skin. König feels his orgasm building once again and his eyes shut tight as he hold your skin in his mouth sucking and biting. His thrusts or primal and his bodies curled about yours delivering everything he has. He lets go of your neck and used his mouth to kiss over the tender skin whimpering. “I’m s-sorry.” He moans thinking he’s hurt your neck.

You moan in response feeling so good you can’t respond with words just sloppy call outs of his name. König has always asked to finish inside you while he was going raw inside you but you always denied his request, which he respected always. Because he didn’t ask before starting he knew he had to pull out no matter how bad he wanted to feel the toe curling orgasm rip through him into you filling you up until he was ready to remove himself.

König moans your name then lifts himself up with his arms still thrusting deeply in you he slowly stands and starts getting sloppy which you know that means he’s close to cumming.

“König- Köni~ you can… cum. Cum for me.” You moan out knowing he loves permission and encouragement on cumming. He nods whimpering breathlessly just knowing his legs will be weak once he’s done with you.

“I’m gonna pull out don’t worry” he kept going feeling himself get near the edge “Maus I- I’m so close I’m going to give you all of my cum” he says breathlessly grunting and groaning.

You decide on the spot to let him cum in you, without condom. You wanna feel him release his hot cum, his frustrations melt into you. This has never happened before but you craved it you wanted to be breed and cummed in like an animal in heat. It’s the only thing that’ll satisfy right now in this very moment.

You lock your legs around his waist which makes him look at you from his upright position, he gets on his elbows still keeping the thrusts. “Maus I’m close I can’t keep going” he slurrs out “I’ll make you cum I promise after I’ve cum I’ll eat your sweet cunt I’ll finger your tight wet pussy just let me cum.” He’s almost crying from having to hold back his orgasm his hips stuttering against yours

“Cum in me König, please I need you to fill me please cum for me” König hears speak these like a scripture from his own personal heaven. He has no time to react when the biggest orgasm he’s ever felt rips through him cause him to lock his legs and hips against yours buried so deep in you you can feel the hot cum filling your walls up. He moan/groans so loud, You moan feeling just how much is pumping in you König’s face stuck in a eyes rolled back blissful look, his checks are red and his chest is blushed and hes trying to catch his breath, his heart still pounding and his cock finally stop squirting.

He feels his legs weaken and his arms collapse letting his head rest on your chest, he breathing really hard and he can her his heartbeat in his ears. You wrap your arms around him softly rubbing his back, laying a soft kiss on his head.

“Do you feel better König?” You whisper still feeling your own desire to cum.

He can feel his cock softly pluses still experiencing his high as it slowly comes down. He gathers himself and starts getting up slowly pulling his cock out watching as the cum follows after his tip leaves your opening. He feels on top of the world, no anger, no stress just pure bliss.

He then takes his two fingers scooping up the dripping cum and shoves it back in curling his fingers.

“Almost wasted a few drops Maus. Can’t have that.” he says in his low raspy voice the moaning really roughed his vocal cords.

You feel immediate pleasure and his fingers thick enough to stretch you in a comfortable way bringing your orgasm out weather you liked it or not. He always loved watching your legs shut tightly around his hand while you cum on his thrusting fingers, he slowed them riding out your high. The sound of your cum and his own mixing with his fingers stirring it made his softening cock twitch a little. He pulls his fingers out and crawled on to the bed pulling you with him.

“I feel much, much better.” He whispered. Feeling himself finally come down completely and he still felt you catching your breath next to him. He pulled you into a cuddle, kissing your forehead.

“I feel better too” you slightly giggled making him laugh under his breath. He closed his eyes listening to you come down. He waited a few moments and felt another urge in his body.

“Meine Love… i am starving” he said with a slight smile, when he heard you laugh a little.

“Can we order delivery… I am too tired now” you spoke softly.

He smiled “of course. But I have to do the laundry… the bed is soaked under us.”

Notes: I love writing about König frustrated he’s just so ARF ARF ARF did not proofread cause I am lazy. Also sorry it’s so long idk why I kept writing lol

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

GizzMay 2024 !

(a retrospective tour diary by me)

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king gizzard & the lizard wizard announced their 2024 world tour last november with a promise to "get woke, freak out the right wingers and love each other", so i, a like any normal person working a minimum wage job, immediately bought tickets to six shows.

read about the best 2 weeks of my life here (if you wish)

part 1: hamburg & amsterdam

after half a year of planning, studying google maps, scouring airbnb for cheap rooms and wincing at the cost of transport, me and my lovely girlfriend bennie (the person who first showed me polygondwanaland back in 2019) set off on our long-awaited trip on tuesday 21st may 2024. we were going to follow the band for six shows over two weeks across four countries. neither of us had ever done something like this before.

to kick off the trip, we flew from bristol airport to amsterdam, where we were due to transfer to a flight to hamburg. typically, a thunderstorm meant our hamburg flight was cancelled, so they sent us on a detour to vienna. we ate a slice of airport pizza in austria, tried not to panic and finally rolled into hamburg at around 10pm.

hamburg

the next day (22nd may) was our first gig. with around 4000 people and a 3 hour marathon set, this was gonna be the biggest and longest show of our section of the tour, and the only outdoor one. we queued from 1.30pm (early for europeans!) outside the venue, stadtpark arena. soon, the eerie sound of synths began emanating from inside the gates, then morphing into a soundcheck for the never-played-live-before silver cord, vocoder and all, and excitement amongst the fans was stoked. the weather forecast looked ominous, but spirits were high.

at around 3pm, it started raining. it poured relentlessly on the growing line of gizzheads in ponchos clutching poster tubes and beers for 3 hours until the venue gates finally opened. we ran to the front. we were hyped. we stood for another hour while rain and mist blew around the arena and thousands of fans filed in.

finally, just as the rain died down a bit, king gizz ran out onto the stage. the slightly delirious state induced by 2 oreos for dinner and freezing my tits off for 4 hours was almost as good as drugs. all thought of the water running down my back and legs disappeared. fuck yeah!!! king gizzard!!!

the rain soon came back in full force but we didn't care. float along fill your lungs was a fantastic opener, followed by banger after banger: a nonagon suite, work this time and iron lung (with ambrose braving the weather and emerging out onto the exposed walkway in the chorus to splash around in the puddles), to name a few. then, out rolled the highly anticipated new synth table and the boys launched into the 27 minute long live debut of the silver cord.

personally i was full of joy, whimsy and love for techno so naturally i thought this was fucking awesome, but reactions from the crowd (and from the "online community" a.k.a. redditors... haha) seem to have been mixed. it was 27 minutes long, we were cold and wet, the sound was a bit dodgy, etc etc. whatever. i was vibing extremely hard.

however, any dampened spirits were very quickly raised again by the epic 7 song metal run that ended the show. the crowd went wild - turns out moshing does wonders for the cold. i heard what ended up being 2 of my all time favourite live gizz songs for the first time: organ farmer and motor spirit. it kicked ass.

we made it back to the hotel soaking wet and probably bordering on hypothermic after over 7 hours in the rain. had a hot shower and then spent the rest of the evening attempting to dry our clothes and shoes with a hairdryer before our flight the next day. did not smell good.

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amsterdam

we flew from hamburg to amsterdam schiphol on 23rd may, with at least 5 other gizzheads (easily recognisable by their poster tubes and t shirts) dotted around the plane. we arrived to a beautiful city on a beautiful sunny day and (obviously) headed directly to the weed shops. edibles legally purchased, we dumped our stuff at the airbnb and took the train to the venue: AFAS live.

waiting in the line, it was easy to spot who'd been at stadtpark the night before from the mud on their shoes. but the weather that afternoon was sunny and warm and the line was happily buzzing. we met some cool people including a person in a long yellow coat who was drawing huge oil pastel posters for the show - rad as hell and an iconic figure of the tour (i believe they gave the band a poster that night!).

once in the venue, we settled down by the barrier (it's always worth the wait!) and chatted with some swedish guys and a friendly australian, far from home. the support band was dr sure's unusual practice, a lively melbourne based punk act with a wild-haired wild-eyed frontman, filling in last minute for grace cummings who had to cancel several shows due to illness. they put on a great show, during which stu and lucas surreptitiously appeared to watch the band from the wings a few feet away from us. we gave them a wave, and stu shot us a wink.

the setlist that night was fucking incredible. gizzard opened with the mighty crumbling castle, a song that i'd been dreaming of seeing live ever since i first heard it 5 years ago. it was better than i ever could have hoped, with the weed brownie kicking in and the stage lights becoming kaleidoscopic. the band was energetic and the vibes were electric. stu overshot a high kick, fell on his ass and managed to hop back up without missing a lyric. self immolate - dragon - flamethrower - gila monster was unreal. joey used a quiet moment in pleura to stage-whisper "free palestine!", eliciting cheers.

somewhat hilariously in retrospect, during the hypnotic drone of rattlesnake me and my girlfriend both suddenly realised we were way too high. i have vague memories of the second half of the gig, including the han tyumi suite (REALLY REALLY MAD I MOSTLY MISSED THAT) and an honest-to-god terrifying moment in which joey and ambrose walked to the front of the stage, crouched down and stared directly at us for what felt like an undefinable amount of time. ultimately though - despite our tenuous grip on reality and the fact that we somehow got lost in a train station for an hour on the way home and spent the next full day in a semi-stoned stupor - it was a fantastic show. lesson learned: the dutch do not play about their space cakes.

after a day of recovery (let's just skip over that) and a lovely morning spent wandering around amsterdam taking in the sights, bennie and i made our way back to the airport to say our goodbyes. she was going home and i was travelling on to hit up the northern UK shows. despite knowing we'd see each other again in a week for the acoustic UK finale show in brighton, it was weirdly emotional. i was a little nervous about travelling alone, but excited.

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(end of part 1, part 2 coming soon!)

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (rock in roma, ippodromo delle capannelle - 16/07/2023)

SO you know the drill by now this is the compulsory recap post i need to write because i'm terrified of forgetting about things and i also have so much more footage this time around (i basically recorded the whole concert while in paris i kinda did but idk i had much less stuff it was my first time so i was just too overwhelmed ajfnwidjsj). you knew it was coming i just needed to sort my thoughts out and i know some of those things have already been said but idc i'm writing them down anyway + i rewatched all my videos so i have a lot to say so LET'S GO

• first of all i want to preface this by saying that it was +40° degrees in rome and gates were opened at 3pm. opening bands started at ~6:30 and am came on stage at 9:40. needless to say everyone was cooking under the sun and slowly losing our collective minds i swear i've never drunk so much water my entire life and still felt like i was shrinking

• it was also my first proper concert standing in a pit + i was lucky enough to have tickets for the closest section to the stage and kind of a decent view despite the fact that i'm literally 5'2

• still i confirmed my opinion that i very much prefer seated tickets (not a big fan of standing in a crowd i must admit) ESPECIALLY when it comes to summer concerts because there was literally NO AIR just weed smoke and most importantly sweat i swear i couldn't breathe. we were fairly close to the stage but at what cost

• i wasn't particularly excited about the opening acts (as i wasn't for inhaler back in may) BUT i have to say they both slayed so hard??? willie j healey was so fucking cute and thoughtful with the crowd (we were under the shadow of the stage but the more far back section of the pit was directly under the scorching sun his whole set and he kept asking if they were okay) and the hives hyped up the crowd so fucking much??? their stage presence was incredible everyone loved them

• the breaks in between opening acts and am were filled with the festival replaying the same harry styles/rosalia/*random italian trapper* songs over and over again and at some point the crowd was about to riot because FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN THAT SHIT OFF not even joking when i say we heard the same hs song at least 30 times i swear dante alighieri used that as inspiration to write his inferno

• everyone was sweaty dirty tired and kinda fucked up from the sun and by the time am was about to come on stage i was contemplating my chances of not passing out and praying to god clinging to the bit of energy i still had in me to hold on for just an hour and a half more

• just making it clear this wasn't in any way their fault they came on at the time they were supposed to and everything turned out fine it was just. concerts in rome in the middle of july are.........something

• BUT ANYWAY after hours of us slowly decomposing it was finally time for am!!!!!!!!!

• they opened with sculptures and honestly THANK GOD because (maybe unpopular opinion? idk idc argue with the wall) that is just how it should be. not a big fan of brianstorm as an opener

• alex introduced teddy picker by saying "haven't you heard? teddy is back!"

• he also introduced the view with "let's go back to the very beginning" at which my heard did a bit of a !!!!

• after the view and before 4/5 he randomly went "feeling professional... 🎶 tonight 🎶

• he was feeling sooooo silly the whole show (<3) but he really went crazy with the spoken antics during 4/5

• he clapped his hands as he sang "with coloured old grey whistle test👏 lights👏" which weirdly scratched something just right in my brain

• "and that's unheard of... here in roma or anywhere else for that matter... nobody's done that!"

• he changed the lyrics and went "the only time that I stop laughing is to breathe or steal a kiss" and then proceeded to send a kiss to the crowd

• "four stars out of five... why don't you put that in your [pile]? / four stars out of five... ten times out of nine"

• "four stars out of five... that's right... that's why i like it! 😜" at the very end, said in the most adorable tee-hee way i can't even begin to describe it

• the piano interlude before high was sprinkled with the saddest series of "why... why... why..." ever uttered by man 💔

• after high he said " fantastic! ... what a night"

• "i wanna tell you about a girl that i made up... 💁‍♂️ ages ago 💁‍♂️" as an introduction to arabella

• i'm sure you've seen the video going around but during arabella he noticed a fan was (i think?) crying and asked "are you okay?" before resuming his singing

• "the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes...... ‼️RRRRRRROMAAAAAAA‼️......... as arabella"

• after the song ended he thanked the crowd by going "good work everyone... jolly good. grazie"

• he thanked the crowd a lot, said grazie/grazie mille a lot, and frequently said roma instead of rome (idk why i found that cute but yeah <3) and his way of rolling his r's when speaking italian was just too adorable i wanted to put him in a blender and drink him as a smoothie

• the version of do me a favour that they've been playing lately sounds slightly softer than the original and i'm all for it. it amplifies the vibe of exhausted resignation that lingers in the lyrics and it just sounds so devastating i love it

• he lifted the mic stand during the song +  pretended to break something in half during the "to start to break in half" line and yeah. that was also what he was doing to my heart

• no he did not have a mullet he just arranged his hair in a way that made it seem like it for a split moment. why did i see people on twitter hoping for the mullet........DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS

• "tremendous.... thank you 💅"

• also about that rumour going around of him pointing at louise during the "may i call you her name" - he literally acted out the whole line, pointed to himself, then at a random hypothetical you, then sidestage; he was not pointing at anyone specifically + why would anyone want that song dedicated to them lmao like. did the people saying it's romantic read the lyrics or

• also you know who else was in the general direction of him pointing? that's right everybody. mr jamie cook himself. maybe he uses he/she pronouns and alex wants to call someone jamie's name. have you considered that

• okay i'm sorry enough with the bullshit

• he said something during cornerstone and right before dancefloor that i caught on video but i can't really understand what he says so i'll probably end up posting those bits to see if we can figure out wtf he was on about

• "crawling back to you..... ‼️OH‼️ ever thought of calling when you've had a few"

• "🎶 ~rooomaaaaa~ 🎶.... thank you for having us everybody, what a beautiful audience.... soooo predictable i knowwww what you're thinkiiiing"

• he was so obsessed with crooning "roma" every chance he got <3 the silly <3333

• "lone ranger riding through an open space... THANKS A LOT in my mind when she's not right there beside me"

• now a list of random things he does at nearly every show that i still found very endearing:

- the "squeezed me very tightly" bit which is always so 💞💞💞

- "NO! you can't call me her name" with the NO said in the most 'child throwing a tantrum but make it cute' way

- the way he directed matt during the mirrorball intro and matt going 'y'all hear sumn?'

- "5......0......5......"

- him swaying his hips in a way that made everyone's knees buckle in a 10-mile radius

• about the interactions with the others: he didn't interact with them that much, i think he didn't even scissor with jamie during the body paint outro :( BUT we got the directing matt bit before mirrorball + a shout out to tom rowley

• i think in paris i noticed it less because i was seated, or maybe i just noticed it in a different way because i got some different songs (star treatment with the green/purple lights, pretty visitors with the red ones), but still - the lights are incredible and the fact that they create different lighting games for each song (like the blue ones for body paint or the golden ones for am songs) is so cool and fascinating i was mesmerised

• about the crowd: i made the mistake of getting into a telegram group of people who were going to see them and most of them were such casual fans they even believed the fake setlist that was going around a while ago as a joke on twitter 😭 the one with songs like the jeweller's hands. my brother in christ that's never going to happen

there were people going like "if they play r u mine i'm gonna die" and like bruh i appreciate the naivety but it's so painfully obvious they're gonna play it at least have a bit of creativity with your wishful thinking 😔

generally speaking the crowd was really REALLY hyped for am classics and wpsia/fwn oldies, while they were mostly completely dead during the car tracks it was disappointing to say the least. once again i was the only one popping my pussy

• BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS. i was so fucking scared they wouldn't play cornerstone and perfect sense but mostly the latter bc it's much less likely to be played... and it meant so much to me to hear them live, i didn't get either of them at the paris show so i just. ugh. they're in my top 5 am songs if not my absolute favourites and they just mean so much i fucking needed to hear them

• AND THEY PLAYED THEM BOTH. they did it for ME. cornerstone had me so emotional and i'm not joking when i say perfect sense had me ugly sobbing while singing along

• i just. i love that song so much. he just looked so small on that stage singing such vulnerable lyrics, and even tho the crowd was mostly dead (rude if you ask me) he still finished the song by sending a kiss and saying the nth "grazie mille" and i just wanted to hug him so bad i was literally devastated i love him so much

• we also got the jet skis/star treatment/iwby mashup!!!!! most of the tiktok fans had no idea what was happening and kept singing the original lyrics while i once again popped my pussy rapping along with him. i'm so glad he decided to do it and i got to hear it live!!!! it just sounds so damn good ugh

• the setlist as a whole was everything i could've wished for i was so satisfied with it

• the show ended with him sending and catching kisses and just smiling so much i just wanted to tear him to pieces what who said that

• as usual they all sounded and looked INCREDIBLE and alex was just.......... ugh. the most gorgeous of boys. he's so beautiful it makes me SICK. the crowd was literally hypnotised by him, his charm and stage presence is CRAZY and everyone just can't help but stare at him in awe and reverence because his aura is just something else. no one does it like him fr. leaves me speechless every single time

• they're all so fucking beautiful and talented and seeing them feels like a fucking out-of-body experience every single time

• i miss them like air I MISS HIM LIKE AIR....... the pcd is hitting hard and i honestly have no idea wtf i'm gonna do with myself once tour is over and they yeet themselves out of the public scene for god knows how long i don't even want to think about it

• long story short i love them so much it literally hurts it's not even funny and i already want to see them again </3

• also bonus: after the show ended there was a HUGE traffic jam due to the fact that 35k people were trying to leave the place all at once SO we spent the next two hours (TWO HOURS) stuck in the parking lot exhausted dirty sweaty and still dying in the heat bc it was literally 1am but it was still so hot it was hell. then danza kuduro came on the radio and it was so random that was the last straw to send me k.o. for good

• overall crazy experience but yeah i love them so much i want to see them again sooooo bad </3 PLEASE COME BACK </3333

• so yeah that was my experience at rock in roma i hope you enjoyed my ramblings xx

[calethelettuce]

SaSi Prinxiety Week 3/7: Console Conundrums

Prompt: Arcade

Tags: @prinxietyweek

Synopsis: Roman and Virgil head to the newly built arcade in The Imagination on a date. Unbeknownst to them, Remus paid the area a little visit. The two set off to clean up (but not really) Forbidden Creativity's mess (and maybe see if they can play a game of Pacman together after).

Characters: Remus, Roman, Virgil

Relationships: Romantic Prinxiety

TW: Swearing, Remus existing

~

Virgil’s usual routine of sleeping until 3PM was interrupted by an awfully obnoxious knock at his door. He ignored it the first time, burrowing farther into his blanket fortress. As the annoying noise continued, this time faster and much louder, he heard someone call to him from outside.

“Virgil! My dark and stormy knight, it’s time to wake up!”

Virgil groaned. It was only 11! Far too early. “Screw off, Princey! Come back in four hours!”

“No sir! You, my lovely emo, have been requested!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Whoever it is can wait!”

He heard footsteps while he and Roman stood there, yelling at each other through the door. He heard Roman mutter an apology to someone, before he continued, saying, “As your boyfriend, I am requesting access by knocking, however asserting my authority by coming in anyway!”

Virgil put a pillow over his head and screamed into a second one as Roman pulled open the door.

“Go away already!”

Roman sat down at the foot of Virgil’s bed, crossing his legs. “Too much extra work.”

“What the hell do you want, Princey?” Virgil eventually picked up his head, putting the pillow back into his spot as he partially sat up, hair even messier than normal. “You’re kinda interrupting me.”

Roman beamed at him, cupping the purple-clad side’s cheek with a hand. “You’re adorable when you’re mad at me.” He teased, winking, “But I’m here to invite you to something!”

Virgil gave him the most annoyed expression he could muster at the time. “Gee, wonderful. I’ll do it later.” He flopped back down, throwing a blanket over his head.

Roman laughed at the action, moving closer. “Come on, Virge, please?”

Virgil kicked him in the side.

“Ow! What the heck?!”

Virgil stifled a giggle. “Deserved.”

“Yes, but OW!”

~

Virgil was not happy to be awake. Roman led him down the sidewalk of their neighborhood in The Imagination, the prince talking excitedly about a new project he had just finished.

“I think you’ll like it! It has that one game where you have to cross the street!”

Virgil gave him a look. “It’s literally called Crossy Road, genius. Even Logan, who probably has never even touched a mobile game, knows that.”

“Whatever, it’s still there!”

“Yeah, but do you have DDR?”

“Of course I do! Patton and Janus requested it!”

“Project Diva?”

Roman paused. “Is that the Miku game?”

“No shit.”

“Uh…” he paused, snapping his fingers. A small spark emitted from his fingers. “Yes! It is most definitely there!”

"I'm gonna pretend like I didn't just watch you summon it." Virgil shoved his hands in his pockets, walking next to Roman. "I'm gonna kick your ass at Pacman though."

"I didn't take you for a gaming type," Roman mentioned, placing an arm around Virgil's shoulders, "I thought you were more of a .. well-"

"Someone who doesn't do much?" Virgil finished his sentence for him. "Yeah, I know. I like horror games the most."

"It matches your dark and dreary soul!"

As the sides talked, they neared the small, retro-style building. A large, neon sign out front read "Pixel Palace". Virgil wasn't surprised at the name.

"Something doesn't look right." Roman jogged over to the door, inspecting it. "Somebody was here."

Virgil peered in through the windows and curtains, squinting and trying to see as best he could. He certainly could sense something in there, but what? "Didn't you have the doors locked?" he questioned, tapping at the glass, "Who could have gotten in?"

"...well-"

Virgil turned to face the Prince. "So you're telling me that you didn't lock the doors?"

"It's an arcade! I shouldn't need to lock the doors! The only person I wouldn't trust is-" Roman stopped, thinking. "Remus."

Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Let's go in and get that idiot out of here then."

Roman pulled open the door, shouting, "I swear to god, Remus, if you're in here without permission I'm gonna fight you and win!"

A loud, annoying cackle came from the corner near a large claw machine.

Shattered glass and broken wires littered the entrance. The shards crunched under their shoes as they entered.

“I’m gonna kill him- REMUS!”

Virgil pulled his hood up, splitting up from Roman as he walked the opposite way. He wandered through the rows of broken arcade cabinets, noticing only one machine still working: The Project Diva Future Tone machine. He silently celebrated, opting to sit by it and watch the loading screen. He got bored within a few seconds and headed to the back wall to view the claw machines.

Most of them looked intact enough to use, he decided.

There were only a couple of them, most filled with random plushies, though one caught his eye. It was full of plushies of the sides themselves, even including Janus and Remus. He raised an eyebrow, heading toward it. This one was left untouched, the glass shiny a fingerprint-less.

“Weird.” He summoned a quarter, slotting it into the machine. The timer lit up, signaling the start. He played that machine for a while, trying to grab the biggest plushie (which happened to be a Roman plushie, though that didn’t surprise him much). He could hear the twins bickering behind him, but he kept feeding quarters into the machine as he kept going.

$6.25 later, he managed to get a good grab with the claw, picking up plushie Roman by the torso. The claw dropped the plush into the receiver tunnel. Virgil reached down as pulled the plushie up, admiring the seam work and the little details on the outfit. He hugged it to his chest, turned around, and went to find Roman.

By the sound of the shouting match and the evil cackling from Remus, he assumed they were by the prize counter.

“I banned you last week, you trashy fiend!”

“I do what I want to, Pissy!” Remus tossed his morningstar into the air. It got stuck in the ceiling, sending debris into the atmosphere.

Roman held back an annoyed scream. “Please just leave. Virgil and I-“

“Virgey’s here too?!” Remus’ smiled widened. “Oh this gonna be so much more fun!”

Oh shit. Virgil hopped up onto the top of a machine, deciding to stay up there for a while. He observed the twins quietly from his perch, sitting cross-legged on the metal platform. He cradled the plush in his arms.

“You go near him and I’ll kick your butt.”

Remus faked a hurt look. “Do you promise?”

“Shut up, you clown!”

“Awh, thanks!” Remus checked his watch, and by watch that meant the badly outlined sharpie watch he had drawn on himself out of pure boredom earlier. “Mm, actually I have to go and bother Jan-Jan!” He dropped a bomb into the middle of the floor, sinking out. “BYEEEEE!”

And The Duke was gone, the only evidence he was there being the unarmed bomb and the wreckage of the arcade.

Roman groaned, pulling the morningstar out of the ceiling. “Virgil, dear, you can come out now!” He wiped the debris out of his eyes as he made the weapon disappear.

Virgil stayed put up on his arcade pedestal, playing on his phone. It had just so happened that he was texting Patton at the time.

Popstar

V: I'm bored

Popstar: hi bored, I'm dad! 😃

V: nice

Popstar: I thought you and Roman were doing something?

V: busy yelling at Remus

Popstar: I told those two to stop fighting :(

Popstar: Oh! Before I forget, I wanted to try out this brownie recipe later!

V: ill help later ig if roman ever decides to let me go back to my house

V: oh shit gtg see ya later

"Are you okay up there?" Roman peered up at him from the floor. "How did you even get that high?"

"Fight or flight reflexes." Virgil shrugged, petting the top of his plushie's head.

Roman noticed the plush, and his face turned a bright red. "Say, where did you get that, Scaramore?"

"Claw machine in the corner." The emo gestured to the corner, where the large metal box stood. "It was the biggest one in there. Spent a fuckton of money on it."

"Oh! I can help with that!" Roman summoned a 10 dollar bill. "Here!"

Virgil leaned down to grab it from him, not realizing how close he really was to the edge of his little platform. "oH SHI-"

And he fell right off the console.

He shrieked as he toppled towards the ground. Luckily for him (and his bones), Roman was standing right under him and caught him almost right away. The prince side stumbled back a little at the sudden weight change, carrying the purple-clad side bridal style.

"Woah there, Hot Topic! You almost just took a tumble!"

Virgil let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "I'm clumsy as fuck, dude."

"Oh, that's okay!" Roman kissed Virgil on the forehead and handed him the money the emo nearly died to get. "I love you anyway."

"I uh... Appreciate the catch. Thanks I guess." Virgil's eyeshadow turned a deep purple. He noticed his plushie was missing. "Hey, where'd your plushie doppelganger go?"

Roman looked around, noticing the plushie by his feet. "Oh! Your plush companion is down here!"

"Oh, cool. Can you put me down?"

"No."

Virgil glared up at him. "Really? Are you, the mighty prince Roman, getting jealous over a plushie?"

"No!" The prince avoided Virgil's gaze.

"Liar." He smirked up at Roman. "You just want my attention, don't you?"

Roman scoffed. "Not true!" he paused for a moment. "..okay maybe."

"You're such a suck up, Princey." Virgil kissed him on the cheek.

"I know that!"

"Stop lying to yourself, you're going to summon Janus on accident. " Virgil watched as Roman faked a look of betrayal. "Actually though can you put me down-"

"Oh! Yes, I can." Roman gently set Virgil down onto his feet. "There you go, Gerard Gay."

"Awesome." Virgil picked up his plush, gesturing for the real Roman to follow him. "Here, let's go back to that claw machine. If you're gonna get that jealous over a plushie, I'll just go win you one."

Roman followed behind him. "I'm going to win this plushie all by myself!" he decided, putting his hands on his hips.

"You do you, hon." Virgil slotted the bill into the machine, the play token amount on the little LED screen lighting up. "I want to see if I can get another plushie, actually. Specifically Janus' because I want to dropkick it down a flight of stairs."

Roman held back a snicker at that statement. "I'll go after you, then."

It only took two turns this time for Virgil to be able to grab a small Janus plushie. He took it out of the prize receiver, holding it by the end of the cape. "It's cuter than our Janus."

Roman fully laughed at that one. "Don't let him hear you say that!"

"Or else what? He's gonna self care me to death?" Virgil rolled his eyes playfully and set Plush Janus next to Plush Roman. "Your turn, Princey."

Roman rolled up his sleeves, striding over to the claw machine. "Watch me do this in one go!" he boasted proudly, readying the console.

Quick note here, it did not take him one try.

A few minutes (and an extra 10 bucks) later, Roman held up his prize in triumph. "I did it!"

Virgil smiled at him as he looked up from his phone. "Good for you."

Roman held up Plushie Virgil next to him. "Look, now there's two emos!"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious."

"I've been taking lessons from Patton!"

The princely side walked over to another machine: a broken Pacman machine. With a wave of his hand, the console renewed itself and was playable. He turned back to Virgil with a smirk. "Who's going first?"

Virgil smirked back and cracked his knuckles. "Oh honey, you're going down."

~

What the heck this took me freaking ages-

[fannypeepot]

Idk,

I don't know, I don't know, and maybe, I'd rather be a Polar Bear but only during winter time and I really shouldn't be having so much fuss about on my day off, in fact, I should have been sleeping in and, if only too, skip this hour of time with my crazy thoughts and yet, here I am adding on these extra wrinkles when I should be already drunk, dancing around, my music blasting and especially, since I don't have to return to work until 3PM Tuesday.

I need stress, but I am not going to ask God as I was just thinking about my pattern of exercise as a song came on, compelling me to pick up those weights, to move, to breathe, to write and understand the sandpaper touch under my eyes.

I need to get out and go food shopping yet, I have four uncooked eggs, one that is hard boiled, a few cloves of garlic, 1/4 of an onion, a bag of coconut shrimp in the freezer, a box of Bisquick, butter, veggie oil, and perhaps a cup of red grapefruit from the organic section of the grocery store.

Oh fuck, I have a full bottle of blackberry wine and always, always, always, miss jenny kush..

What do I do, what do I do, what will I fucking do, as I have two Norsemen waiting to catch up with me about crashing a party tonight, Viking style, then there is that masochist that I should be, trying to find that possible "three times is a charm" spark with and yet, to be verily, honest, I am not interested into any of them, them and even all of them.

Yes, is my final answer as I think about deliciously, ditching all and only think about, Me, me, and Me.

I miss K, I miss K, I miss K and that I do actually know and especially on my day off. He was gone, did return, spent four hours of skype time before he was whisked off by a taxi and on another plane until something after, January, after everything holidays and after it all.

He is like that Evil Companion that makes me feel utterly, shameless and after asking myself why I enjoy immensely the company of men like this.

[that-one-moth]

Round Seven of Palestinian Families!

Links to Other Post(s): Round One, Round Two, Round Three, Round Four, Round Five, Round Six,

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Free Palestine! 🇵🇸🍉❤️

[holidayvisa]

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Cairns anymore" - Dorothy

20 December 2023

I can't take credit for that. My dad (Mom, if this was actually you, please let me know, and I'll give appropriate credit) thought of it.

I walked to the Cairns public library, where there's free wifi. Do you know what there isn't at the Cairns library? Spaces where you don't have to be quiet. I went to the library because I needed wifi to log onto a group call with some of my DUUC friends from Wheaton/Naperville, Catherine, Braeden, Lizzy, Charlie, and Nathan. We had planned on playing Dungeons and Dragons together, but the wifi at my hostel was still out. It'd been three days or maybe even four days that we had no wifi. So I went to the library hoping to find wifi and a not-so-quiet place where I could log onto this group call. We played D&D for just over an hour when some library patron approached me and asked me to be quiet. I apologized, and I attended the rest of the D&D session by listening into the call, and typing all my messages into a group chat that everyone could read. It was still very fun, even though I couldn't speak for a lot of it.

We finished up that D&D session at 3pm my time (11pm for my friends in Chicago time), at which point I walked back to my hostel and packed up my things. I caught an uber with two Danish travellers who also happened to have a flight out of Cairns around the same time I did. At the airport, I was horrified to find that I hadn't purchased the right weight of checked bags, and I had to pay an absurd amount of money to check my bags. Whoops. To get onto the plane, they had us walk outside on the tarmac, which is always fun. The flight was bumpy. I never get nervous during flights. Like ever. But I got nervous on this one. There was one point where the pilot threw the plane into a different gear, pointed the nose straight up and gave us at least four Gs, then dove down and gave us zero Gs. During this weightlessness, sandals, cell phones, and water bottles started floating around the cabin. Someone turned on just the emergency exit lights. That's right, all the lights were out, except for the emergency exit lights. Finally, we leveled out, all the water bottles, cell phones, and sandals that were floating during the weightlessness fell back down to where they were resting before. And then we descended to a smooth landing at Sydney.

I took a train and then a bus to Dee Why to visit Marie and Daniel Vavich. They picked me up from the bus stop and drove me back to their home. It's wonderful to be with family.

I'm grateful for friends back in Chicago that love me and want to play D&D with me even when I'm on the other side of the world. I'm grateful for Marie and Daniel for welcoming me into their home and hugging me.

[hail-dondus]

It would happen to me that I spend a month and a half job hunting only to then get two jobs in the same week, both of them full time and highly demanding.

So basically I interviewed for a bakery retail assistant role and an unqualified nursery position, and after trial shifts for both I got them both, which I was shocked by. The timing of it all is so unfortunate; the nursery interviewed me last Friday and then invited me to a trial on Tuesday afternoon; the bakery then wanted me to come in for an interview and trial shift on Monday morning and so I agreed in case the nursery one fell through. The bakery offered me the position first on Monday, literally five minutes after my trial ended (god knows why since I felt awkward and didn’t know shit), and so I - rather stupidly - accepted it over the phone and started on Wednesday so I could still do the trial; I thought that I would get an answer about the nursery on Tuesday so I could have the chance to take it while still having the back up choice. Lo and behold, the nursery has accepted me and wants me to start next week, meanwhile the bakery has already put me on the rota for the next week and a half.

And now I’m stuck.

The nursery was my first choice, to be honest, and while I had been hoping to step away from childcare after working in schools and at daycare camp for the past few years, it would be with babies through to pre-school, which is a group I’ve not worked that much with (though I am good with babies it turns out). I have experience in this field already which helps.

The bakery job is selling bread/cakes/coffee as well as prepping sandwiches, cleaning etc. As I’ve discovered over my last two shifts there, I’m fucking abysmal at making sandwiches, keep forgetting things etc., but because it’s only my second shift I figured it’s just a matter of learning.

Hours wise, the bakery is 40 hours over five days, the nursery is 38 hours over five days (3 10 hour days + 2 half days of four hours); the bakery job means doing 6am-2:30pm/6:30am-3pm or 7:30-4pm, and while Sundays are off it means working Saturday with a day off during the week, which is a problem because in November I have a Saturday filled with pantomime performances (three of them!). Meanwhile the nursery is Monday-Friday, and the hours would for a full day would probably be something like 8-6:30 or something(?), meaning if I have a rehearsal at either 7:30-9:30 or 8-10 (evenings), I’ll have very little to no time to prepare or get my stuff ready etc, let alone eat anything, plus it doesn’t fit with performance days where I have to be in by 6pm.

I’m having to get up at 4:45am to every morning, so doing that and then having to stay awake until 10-11pm on days with rehearsals is AWFUL.

The benefits at the nursery (free gym membership, 40% off food/drink, discount at the salon/spa facilities on site) outweighs those at the bakery (free coffee/lunch), and the nursery pays 40p more per hour than the bakery.

The bakery at the staff are just, to my knowledge, so fucking nice most of the time despite me being useless and older than them, the manager is nice, and if I leave them it leaves them in the lurch and understaffed, which is so unfair on them. I don’t really know the staff at the nursery that well but I don’t think they’re horrible tbh, though they seemed absolutely exhausted and done by the time I went in for my trial shift on Tuesday afternoon.

The nursery wants me to start next Monday, but the bakery has a two week notice period so I would have to talk to both places and apologise profusely to work something out. If I don’t work the notice period then I could end up not being paid for the 34 hours I’ll have worked by Saturday evening.

I don’t want to go into childcare for the rest of my life, quite frankly, but the nursery has offered to pay for me to earn a qualification in childcare so long as I work a year afterwards (if I left before a year I’d have to pay them, which I suppose is reasonable), which would then mean I could be paid more in the future as I’d be a qualified childcare worker and not just an unqualified glorified babysitter.

They have a ball pit, a bunny and two Guinea pigs at the nursery - which I know aren’t for ME necessarily but I would get to go in the ball pit with the kids and see the bunny/animals so that’s a bonus

Travel to either isn’t really an issue as they’re both close, though the bakery DOES mean walking 40 minutes at 5am to get there while it’s dark in the winter

So… yeah. I’m feeling quite torn and lost right now, and I have no idea what to do.

[alex-truly]

(Welcome to Escrea.) "The balance among it all." (PART 2: The Details)

(SIDE NOTE: I did say that Eclipsis was hated, but one core thing about the religion is that it is about being peaceful, respectful, and providing acceptance that life must have it's negatives in order to be at balance thus creating no hate for any faction but mutual respect. Though in SOME kingdoms it it looked down upon to support Eclipsis, in most kingdoms they respect them while Eclipsis does have some hidden tribal villages as their own version of a kingdom! So basically hate some places but not all but depends on where! <33)

More loreee :D! (PART 2)

"The Chosen":

When someone is "chosen", they obtain a mark/symbol somewhere on their body. The appearance of the symbol/mark is related directly to one of the three faction symbols while the colors correlate with the kingdom/area that is related to the faction that claimed the person (usually only royalty/heirs/etc are "chosen, if Eclipsis's mark is present then color is related to the local clan):

EX: Kingdom signature color(s), biome(s) (OR) local clan = mark color (can commonly be a mix of color sometimes)

These symbols can be obtained by being chosen by either Lumen, Tenebris, (OR) Eclipsis. The receiver of the mark is usually chosen to be a direct representation/representative of the faction due to the person being seen as closest to what the faction is like/stands for/specializes in. Being "Chosen" usually happens every 100 years or so before the next "Chosen" is picked (as per tradition), careful thought and consideration is put into thought of who is "Chosen".

This all usually happens during the "Festival of the (kingdom assigned faction here)", where a four week long celebration of both prayer and festivities are held in each respective kingdom/clan (will determine when later) where as a collective all kingdoms are required to take part since it is a religious event (all work, school, any other events are halted to celebrate this once in 100 year event); The prayer order is in order from first to exist to last/oldest to youngest (prayer is required for EACH faction no matter if a kingdom resents a certain faction, since it is to celebrate the balance of life.):

Week 1 of festival: Prayer of Tenebris @:

(Slumber of Tenebris *prayer hour name*) 6PM-8PM

(Awakening of Tenebris) 12-1AM

(Awakening of Lumen) 6AM-7AM

Week 2 of festival: Prayer of Lumen @:

(Birth of Lumen) 9AM-10AM

(Ascension of Lumen) 3PM-5PM

Week 3 of festival: Prayer of Eclipsis @:

(Birth of Eclipsis) 12PM-2PM

(Descension of Eclipsis) 5PM-7PM

Week 4 of festival: Reunion of Tenebris, Lumen, and Eclipsis @:

Breakfast (Lumen awakens) 12AM-10AM

Lunch (Eclipsis awakens) 11AM-1PM

Dinner (Tenebris awakens) 3PM-6PM

Festivities (The reunion) 8PM-1AM

Festival ends (The departure) 3AM-5AM

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When it comes to Week 4 of the festival (last week of festival), the festival is usually met with colorful decorations of all colors across the entire kingdom/clan along with colorful powders, sometimes art pieces created of the three to manifest the chances of getting the mark. The foods will symbolize each faction's time of day (in time of day order):

Lumen (Daytime) = Hot (or) Spicy, Yellow & Bright colored foods

Eclipsis (Noon) = Warm (or) Savory, Dusk/Dawn colored foods

Tenebris (Nighttime) = Cold/Cool (or) Sweet, Cool/Dark colored foods

While clothing and any other thing that may be sold at the festival (how the stalls and etc is up to the kingdom/clan but the schedule & what foods & etc is sold is predetermined as per tradition), the items sold at the festival does not matter as long as it commemorates all three faction equally through artwork and any other means. Games and such may vary depending on clan and location, though the style of stalls and etc depends on biome. When a mark is chosen per person (since only three are chosen, usually.), three shooting stars in the color scheme of the time of day of each faction will stream across the sky and can be seen (for the most part) by all kingdoms: Tenebris leading/oldest/father & blue shooting star; Lumen following/middle/mother & pale yellow shooting star; Eclipsis catching up/youngest/child & blue to pale yellow gradient shooting star.

Even though each star is shot across the sky, it does not mean that who got the mark will be disclosed and is but a symbol by each faction directly that they have chosen their mark-bearer; despite the clear appearance difference from each mark--- all marks share one thing, which is that it both glows based on the mark-bearer's emotions; has tales about being a mark-bearer; is promised to link all three mark bearers through fate to always encounter each other occasionally/time to time as a way of each faction able to reunite in person once again, though usually the mark bearers never end up meeting leaving the family hoping that one day they may reunite once again as they retry their luck once again each 100 years. (<3)------------

When "chosen" does means obtaining a small fraction of the faction's power/godhood (depends on how much the faction likes them/approves of them, more approval = more power provided & access), during the earlier weeks of being "chosen" the person can find themselves having access to some abilities that they were not able to access before hand. After the festival, the "chosen" are able to reach full access to their ability even if they are unaware of it. In most common cases, the person become an occasional vessel (as in the faction uses them to see the world through their eyes <33).

Most mark-bearers are royalty/heirs/clan (or) city leaders/etc from the factions' kingdom/city/clan/village, but there have been exceptions where a mark bearer is not royalty (or) from the factions' kingdom/city/clan/village or sometimes both, a mark-bearer could be a "commoner" from a "virtue" village/city/clan/etc. Who bears the mark depends on the person and if in the eyes of the faction if they are "worthy" of their mark.

[big-homie-jp]

TO ALL ELDERS IN THE HOUSE, KINDLY FOLLOW ME UP. IT IS VERY NECESSARY TO FOLLOW THIS INSTRUCTION STEP BY STEP.

HEALTH HINTS FOR ELDERS FROM AGES 45 TO 100 YEARS

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However busy you are, observe all these to remain healthy:

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Drink less milk in your tea. Instead, add lemon or lime juice.

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In the day time, drink more water; but night time, drink less.

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In the day don't drink more than 2 cups of coffee, Advisable To Stop Completely too.

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Eat less oily foods.

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Best sleeping times are between 10pm to 6am.

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In the evening, eat little or nothing after 5 or 6pm.

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Don't take medicines with cold water but with warm, and take your medicines half an hour before going to bed. Never take medicines and lie down immediately.

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As you aged further , stop drinking chilled water but drink only water at room temperature

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Try to sleep for at least 8 hours per day.

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Having a nap for an hour and a half between noon and 3pm, to relieve stress and keep younger and not age easily.

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Once your mobile phone battery is left with only one bar, don't make calls anymore, because the dangerous radiation and waves are one many times higher than a fully charged battery.

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Use your left ear to answer calls, right ear will directly hurt your brain. 😳 Better still to use earphones to answer calls.

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Two things to check as often as you can:

(1) Your blood pressure

(2) Your blood sugar.

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Six things to reduce to the minimum on your foods:

(1) Salt

(2) Sugar

(3) Preserved meat and foods

(4) Red meat especially roasted

(5) Dairy products

(6) Starchy products

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Four things to increase in your foods:

(1) Greens/vegetables

(2) Beans

(3) Fruits

(4) Nuts

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Three things you need to forget:

(1) Your age 😮

(2) Your past 🤔

(3) Your worries/grievances 👍🏽

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Four things you must have, no matter how weak or how strong you are:

(1) Friends who truly love you

(2) Caring family

(3) Positive thoughts

(4) A warm home.

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Seven things you need to do to stay healthy:

(1) Singing

(2) Dancing

(3) Fasting

(4) Smiling/laughing

(5) Trek/exercise

(6)Reduce your weight.

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Six things you don't have to do:

(1) Don't wait till you are hungry to eat

(2) Don't wait till you are thirsty to drink

(3) Don't wait till you are sleepy to sleep

(4) Don't wait till you feel tired to rest

(5) Don't wait till you get sick to go for medical check-ups otherwise you will only regret later in life

(6) Don’t wait till you have problem before you pray to your God.

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One thing you must do after reading these health tips:

(1) Forward this to your loved ones and friends, and as you do so, may God bless U.

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While go about your normal business please let's remember to always check our body to know how fit you are. Health is wealth.

MEDICAL FITNES

HIGH BP

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120/80 -- Normal

130/85 --Normal (Control)

140/90 -- High

150/95 -- V.High

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PULSE

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72 per minute (standard)

60 --- 80 p.m. (Normal)

40 -- 180 p.m.(abnormal)

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TEMPERATURE

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98.4 F (Normal)

99.0 F Above (Fever)

Please help your Relatives, Friends by sharing this information....

Heart Attacks- - -

Drinking Warm

Water:

This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal,

but about Heart Attack's . The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their

meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt

their drinking habit while

eating. For those who like to drink cold water, this

article is applicable to

you. It is very Harmful to have Cold Drink/Water during a meal. Because,

the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you

have just consumed. It will

slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge'

reacts with the acid, it will break down and be

absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats

and lead to cancer . It is best to drink hot soup

or warm water after a meal.

French fries and Burgers

are the biggest enemy of heart health. A coke after that gives more power to

this demon. Avoid them for

your Heart's & Health.

Drink one glass of warm water just when you are about to go to bed to avoid clotting of the blood at night to avoid heart attacks or strokes.

A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this

message sends it to 10 people, you can be sure that we'll save at least

one life. ...

So, please be a true friend and send this article to people you care about.

JUST FOLLOW THE FUCKKKiNG INSTRUCTIONS‼️ smdh...🤦🏿‍♂️🚬

[runnersnz]

"I had moved to Auckland and started running to get fit - 5k around the waterfront in Mission Bay. I continued to run (slowly) after I had my three children and running helped me get out of the house. My third son was born with a Cleft lip and Palate, which meant lots of medical appointments and operations, and running was a time where I got to have a break or gather my thoughts about what was next.

In 2017 I set myself a challenge to run the Saint Clair half marathon with a couple of friends from Christchurch. I thought running around a vineyard sounded challenging and also fun. I remember before we started we were discussing our ‘goals’ and I said I wanted to do it in an hour and 45. My mates laughed and said, “It’ll take longer than that - it's on grass so it’s a little bit harder”. Well, I’d been training hard and I did it in 1:46! I was so proud of myself. I couldn't walk afterwards, but I was so happy that straight after the race I booked the Christchurch half marathon, which was just three weeks later. That was hard (and cold)! 

That same year, my bestie, who is an elite ultra marathon runner, ran the Tarawera 100k and we went and supported her. I thought she was crazy (still do). She ran across the finish line with my eldest son which was super cute. I remember thinking I’d never be able to do something like that.

I then moved to Bali in 2019. It's a different vibe running in the heat, so I’d get up at 5am and run the length of the beach. If I didn’t get up, I’d go run on the treadmill to be in the air conditioning, which built up my mental strength for sure. I did a 14k race while I was over there and it was one of the hardest things that I’ve done... it was at 3pm and it was so hot at that time of day! The beer afterwards was good though. 

Then I was on holiday in Christchurch and a friend of mine asked if I wanted to come run up the hills, and I thought why not? That’s when I met ‘Captain Ash’. He was into trail running and outdoor adventures and he introduced me to another couple of friends, Kiki and Cal, and now the four of us run together as ‘The Potato Pack’ (PP - we all like eating potatoes when running). Yes, we have merch haha! 

Two years ago my ultra-running bestie (now my coach) was back in New Zealand and suggested we go and fastpack the Old Ghost Road. At that stage I hadn't run more than 30km in one go. I thought, what’s the worst that can happen? Well turns out falling over on one ankle one day and the other one the next isn’t great, but I still did it and what an amazing time we had. Since then I say yes whenever I can. The PP have just done a year of running a marathon a month (little adventures that we came up with, a fast pack and a couple of races), some rogaines, and I fast packed the Trail Mont Blanc with my coach and her husband in July this year. 

What keeps me running is my bestie, and doing stuff with the PP. Just being fit enough to keep on doing adventures; maintaining a level of fitness to be able to just go and do these things.

What’s next? I’m waitlisted for Kepler, if that doesn’t happen, the Valley Ultra and then the Tarawera 100km in Feb. Funny how things come full circle. My eldest son is a national level mid-distance runner now too. I used to do easy runs with him, but he’s far surpassed me now. Somehow he’s roped me into a 800m this week… wish me luck!"

Amy @dr.amy.psychologist (Christchurch) Photo taken on the Kepler Track – Portraits of Runners + their stories @RunnersNZ