#Hostel Daze

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Who would have a 4 gram brain like you?

[randomscribbler-guywholovedher]

“They say that the person you love is whoever you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.I just stood there for a week.I was reminded of your skin by the sand.The sun and your grin.And your eyes, the stars.I stood in front of these various beaches with different names for a week, but I only read yours on each wave.I could not shake the memory of you as I stood in front of the ocean, no matter how deep I went, how many miles I covered, or how agitated I became.I don't know whether that implies something is unquestionably amiss with me, or something is entirely right with you.”edits @randomscribbler 🥀

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Amazon Prime Drops the Teaser of Hostel Daze S3: Raju Srivastav and a Lot more Twist

The teaser for the third season of the Amazon Prime's popular web series Hostel Daze was released on Tuesday. The comedy-drama genre show tracks the lives of a group of friends in an engineering college hostel. Each season focuses on one year of their academic calendar.

[bouncybongfairy]

Sleepy Head

König x Fem Reader

Summary: Frivolous sex with König.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut Without Plot, Riding D!ck, Sloppy BlowJob, CreamPie

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There wasn’t any romantic backstory or awkward tension that was building. It was the day before Task Force 141’s next mission and you wanted to catch a dick beforehand. You know: wanting to let your stress out on someone. It honestly could have been any of the guys, but lately you had your eyes on König. The last few missions you were paired together, there were a few moments that made you question everything. The way he’d instinctually grab your arm when shit was hitting the fan. 

Or the worried sound he carried in his voice when he worried you were MIA. The way he’s pressed his body against you from behind when you would interrogate hostels. You were sitting in your bedroom, listening to the sound of the clock ticking away. Tonight you were finding it extremely difficult to keep König out of your mind. Your mind racing with scenarios of the two of you. More vile and raunchy than you’d care to admit. Bouncing your leg while laying on your back, trying to let your brain rest. 

After twenty minutes of no success you decided to sit up. Putting a pair of socks on and walking to König’s room, quietly opening the door and slipping in. He was laying on his back, no blanket. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, nothing but boxers on. His chest and stomach steadily rose with every breath he took. The light coming from his window was casting onto him. He looked so statuesque and strong; like all his muscles were carved from stone. 

You crawled onto the bed, gently starting to leave kisses on his happy trail. Dipping your fingers into his boxers and running them along his waistband. You giggled as you watched him slowly stir in his sleep. Pulling them down, letting his member become exposed. You were taken back, even half soft he was huge. Starting to press kisses up and down his shaft, slowly waking him up. Half asleep, he reaches down and holds the side of your face with his hand. 

You took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Feeling him slowly harden and twitch in your mouth was making your blood buzz. You hallowed out your cheeks and began to slowly bob your head up and down. Gazing up and seeing his face twist up in pleasure, his eyes finally flickering open to look down at you. Now that he was more awake, he was becoming more active. 

Grabbing a fist full of your hair and and fucking his length into your mouth. You rolled your eyes back, feeling his veins throb against your lips. Tightly wrapping your lips around him and pulling your head up to his tip. Popping your mouth off and letting all the drool and pre-cum drip down his shaft. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he groaned loudly, letting his head fall back. 

It made you feel so powerful seeing how reactive he was to your touch. You stood up, pulling your shorts down and letting them hang off your ankle. Straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. He was pulling up your shirt, using his index finger and thumb to start playing with your nipples. Twisting and pinching, his eyes dazed and sleepy. As you sunk down on his length, you had to bite your lip. 

Hiding mewls and whimpers from the stretch. Now fully sat, he grabbed your hips and ran his two thumbs up and down the skin of your lower belly. He was respectful and didn’t move while you adjusted. Admiring your body as you squirmed, trying to get comfortable. He pulled you down, pressing his lips against your neck. Sucking hickies and biting down on your skin; anytime he ran his tongue over an overly sensitive part of your neck, your walls would tighten around him. It didn’t take long for you to start rocking your hips. You were gripping the pillow on either side of his head. 

He pauses for a moment and arches his body up, shoving a pillow underneath him. Everytime you rocked your hips forward your clit would rub against the base of his cock; that was completely soaked from your juices. You were working yourself on his length, chasing your orgasm frantically. He was enamored by you, sweat was starting to drip down your forehead. Face completely red and flushed, mouth hanging open and panting. Seeing how hard you were working your body for him was a sight to see. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands resting on the small of his back. Smearing the small layer of sweat that had accumulated. Both of you were finding it hard to contain your vocals. Pleasure raking through both your bodies, the feeling of being full was damn near euphoric. The bottom of your stomach is like a fire pit, burning from the inside out. He was now fucking his hips into you, loving how you’d gasp and clench when he went that much deeper. 

Nails digging into the flesh of your hips, the sinsation just enough to send you over the edge.Your movements became stiff as your body contracted; König ended up doing most of the work after this point. Flipping you onto your back and rutting into you at a frantic rate. Slowly down and pressing his length as deep as he could before finally cumming. Emptying himself into you, groaning and growling into your ear. 

He was so big, his body engulfed yours. Wrapping his arm around your neck and pressing your mouth into his collar bone. He did this a little aggressively, due to you becoming louder with moaning. The two of you laid there in silence for a while, catching your breath. Without words you got up, collecting your clothes and getting dressed. Quietly running back to your room, trying to make it before cum started running down your thighs.

[simpforwebtoonmen]

★lookism characters with an s/o with a similar fighting style as Bayonetta

feat. Daniel Park, Eli Jang, and Euntae Lee (Vasco)

notes/warnings: reader is a woman, fighting, flirting, fluff, kind of ooc characters (for Daniel's at least), not based on specific event in lookism besides for Eli's. not proof read. (lmk if I missed anything!)

i've been playing Bayonetta lately and omg do I love it.

Daniel★

"huh?" he questioned. the only thing distracting him from his aching body and bloody fists was the woman in front of him.

She dodged a punch from her opponent by backflipping elegantly; her arms stretched out and her legs swinging one after another into the air and her back arching perfectly. she landed on her two feet and stood up straight, as if the backflip took no energy from her at all.

God, if she wasn't perfect before (which she was in daniel's eyes), she was definitely beyond amazing at this point.

The way she delivered her kicks to each opponent, the way she would maneuver her body to hit her opponent in a specific spot, and her stance when she finished all 10 men off.

"oh.my.god." Daniel slowly stood up from the ground and wobbled his way over to his girlfriend that just saved him, aka, you.

You quickly ran over to him when you caught sight of his weakened state. putting a hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, you examined him for major injuries that might need treatment at the hospital. as you did that, Daniel only admired, thinking to himself how he got so lucky; landing on a strong and elegant woman.

"Are you okay, Daniel? you seem to be in a daze. did you hit your head?" you questioned him, going on your tip toes to get a better look at his head. In a vague motion, he shook his head, "just thinking about you," he admitted.

You got off your toes and stared at Daniel, wondering if something was really wrong with him. "what?" was all you could manage to say. "you're just so perfect..." he let out a somewhat dreamy sigh as his face dropped into what looked to be a lovesick gaze. maybe there really was something wrong with him. but nevertheless, his words still made you very flustered.

Eli ★

he and warren were trying his their hardest to protect Hostel against the old men from (tiger sum company?). Suddenly overpowered by one of the old men, Warren screams for Eli seeing him getting beat down. and even though, eli could've easily gotten back up he wasn't given the chance to when a shadow flew overhead.

Suddenly the old man flew out of Eli's sight and was instead met with a leg stretched out. the shape of the leg was all to recognizable and his eyes trailed up to the thigh, then to the hips and waist, and (not so subtly) up the curve of their chest, his gaze is finally met with yours.

You grinned as you watched him shamelessly check you out despite the situation, "like what you see, perv?" you teased. just then, he's realized what he'd done, a pink color spreading across his cheeks, "i-it's not like that-" he tried to explain but you suddenly disappeared.

you made your way to the other side of the field as you saw the old man get back up as if unscathed by your kick.

Eli was surprised to see that you could hold your own against such a powerful opponent. And not only were your kicks and punches powerful, but your jumps were impressively high and you were all too quick at times for Eli to keep up.

but suddenly, with an elbow to the chest, you flew back into a part of the playground. You groaned as you sat up, "well are you gonna help me or are you just gonna watch?" you shouted from where you were. And as the old man suddenly flew above you, intending to deliver a powerful blow, you were quick to jump up and dodge his attack.

finally, eli snapped out of his trance. "oh!" He got up from where he sat and made his way to you and the old man. The two of you stood in a powerful stance before the old man, making his 'tsk'.

"tag teaming, are we? we'll that's no fair, now is it?"

Vasco ★

"let me join."

"no."

"please."

"no."

"please! with ice cream and whipped cream, and rainbow sprinkles, and cherry on top!"

"hmm, sounds kinda good ngl....but no."

you slumped on your spot on the floor. You've been dating Vasco for about 6 months now and have only seen him fight just recently. You couldn't help but think just how much more amazing it made him look on your eyes, to fight for such a heroic and selfless cause. you wanted to be a part of that too, but for some reason, he won't let you.

"c'mon dude...at least tell me why I can't join you guys..." you looked back up at Vasco, hoping he'd give you an explanation. he sighs, "because it's dangerous work we do and I don't want you to get hurt," he explained, his gaze softening. He doesn't think he could handle seeing you get hurt, no less because of him.

But that's when you realized that he didn't know.

You stood up quite abruptly and pointed a declaring finger at him. "I wanna duel!" you shouted, squinting your eyes at him to make yourself look more serious, but to him, you just looked cute. that and he was surprised to hear such a declaration from you.

"w-what?"

"you and me. outside. duel."

and here you both were. outside in an open and seemingly empty field.

he felt extremely unsure if he should really do this. He decided that he was just going to pin you down and make you give up. talk about underestimating your opponent, am i right?

slowly, you inched closer to your opponent, make it seem like you were going to attack first. Vasco, got the idea that you were going to attack at any moment and took it upon himself to lounge for you first, to prevent any sort of fight happening between the two of you.

But suddenly, instead of being met with your body, he was met with his face in the dirt. did you just dodge his attack, by backflipping no less? he lifted his head from the dirt and brought his hands back to lift himself from the ground, but a force on his back pushed him back down onto the dirt. He turned his head to look back at who it was, and surprise surprise, it was you with your foot on his back.

"how did-"

"how did i end up back here when I was just in front of you?" you finished his question for him. you grinned before taking your foot off his back, "keep underestimating me and I might just win this fight," you teased.

he lifted himself from the ground, turning to you with a frown on his face. he was confused to say the least. how did you move so fast? and how strong is your leg to keep him pinned down despite his efforts of getting up? he didn't know the answers to those questions, but he knew now to take you seriously.

"alright fine, let's do this," he lifted his fists up along with his knee, his signature stance. for a moment, his position softened, "don't be afraid to tap out, okay? I don't want to hurt you..."

for a moment, you laughed, "haha, don't worry, I will. same goes for you."

and just like that, you two began your fight.

-

"are you done yet?" you yawned as you sat on his back, your feet planted on his calves to keep him from moving. He tried to swing his arms up behind him but he simply couldn't reach you. finally, he sighed, "fine...you win..."

[bambisspeckles]

A Cigarette, A Guiding Light, My Guardian Angel

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

*pics for aesthetic purposes only!

CW: simon is kinda gross (its my fav simon im sorry), depictions of a mildly unhealthy relationship but everyones happy, reader is going through it, simon also has his own issues but nothing is specifically mentioned, very light religious themes (literally one paragraph), simon is also a little mean but like teasing mean, mild editing, lmk if i missed anything!!

WC: 3.6k (oops!)

Summary: Simon finds a stray, only it's not an animal: It's you.

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It's winter again.

The cold, biting air nips at your skin as you wander the streets streets of Manchester, your mind in a constant daze. You've been wandering for awhile now, traveling on trains, staying in hostels, shelters, and sketchy hotels, with no place to call home, the one you once had a place you vowed never to return to. It's scary, lonely, the world feels so big when you wander with only the clothes on your back and a few things to your name.

You get desperate, especially during times like this. It's so cold out and your winter coat is wearing, seams splitting apart, and new holes appearing on the fabric everyday. You've tried shelters but most are full, not that you'd be able to afford to stay long anyhow, and hostels in Manchester cost too much per night. You're exhausted, your feet blistering, and your shitty winter boots are rubbing against the back of your ankle. You feel much like the sky above, dark, gray, cloudy.

Sometimes you consider knocking on peoples doors, begging for shelter and a hot meal but the fantasy ends as quickly as it begins, there's no point in begging for something people won't give you. You don't entirely blame these hypothetical strangers though, the world is crazy and hard, most of them are probably barely holding on themselves, how could you expect them to take care of you, even if only for a night. Not to mention it's dangerous for them, what if you're crazy? You're not but they don't know that. You don't know if they're crazy either.

That might be a chance you're willing to take though.

The sun is beginning to set and the air is growing frostier by the minute, you know shops will close soon so you'll only be able to camp out in them for so long. You wonder if it's even worth it, going into a nice warm cafe only to be kicked to the bitter cold is almost worst than just staying it, the warm and cozy atmosphere taunting you with what you can't have. It's cruel, begging on the street, the looks of pity from strangers, it all feels like one humiliation game, like god is taking pleasure in watching you lie down like a kicked dog.

Some nights you beg him to take you out, others you beg him to provide you hope, a guiding light, a guardian angel, anything that might give you hope to keep trudging on. It is said in times of struggle people either turn to god, or walk away from him.

You think you're somewhere in between.

Something snaps you out of your thoughts, a shadowy figure walking down a dark alleyway you were passing by. You know better than to follow monsters into the dark, and maybe if you were still the girl you once knew, you'd shrug it off and continue down the sidewalk, just like anyone else would. Only you're not like anyone else now. You're detached from society, the dirt on the bottom of people's shoes, you're not even sure you're seen as human anymore.

You can call but no one will answer.

It's normal for your, how have people put it? Your kind, to reside in alleyways, dark hallways the rest of the world wouldn't dare to touch. It's where the dirty go, the sick go, the broken go. You think you fit that bill well now, and since you do, you ignore the way your gut screams at you to turn around, and run back to the light. You've learned there is no hope in the light, so perhaps you'll find it in the dark. You walk further into the alley, the darkness making it feel like a never-ending tunnel. Everything you expect to be there is there, used needles and empty bottles, bodies slumped over, you're not quite sure if they're dead or alive.

Dirty. Broken. Sick.

Everything is there, everything except what you're looking for. You not even sure what it is, all you know is that you haven't found it yet. Perhaps it's not a thing you're looking for, maybe it's a person. Darkness envelopes you like a cold, uncomforting blanket, it feels like tendrils of murkiness are wrapping around your body, pulling you further into your own misery. You're not really sure how long you walked, it was likely only a few minutes but with the state of your mind it felt like hours. You can tell you've finally reached the end when you can squint and see a brick wall in front of you.

God, what did you expect. It was a whole load of nothing, of course it was. The cold was probably getting to you and you can't imagine you're in the best mental state at the moment, of course you're not! You just walked down a dark alleyway, I mean no one willingly does that unless they're mentally unwell and-

"You shouldn' follow strange men into dark alleyways girl." A deep, gravelly voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You take a quick moment to collect yourself, your voice practically a squeak as you talk.

"W- what makes you think I was following you." The man laughs at that and you finally turn to look in his direction, the orange glow of a cigarette butt guiding your gaze towards him.

'Wha' else would you be following? Or are you tryin' to tell me you walked down an alleyway jus' cause." There's a cocky, almost teasing lilt in his voice. It makes you scowl, not that he can see.

"I don't know why I came down here." You reply honestly and there's a helplessness that unwillingly seeps through your voice. You're afraid it reveals too much.

You hear the man huff at your words before he speaks again.

"Go home. S' not safe for such a little' bird like you to be out here all alone." You faintly feel the thick smoke from his cigarette as he blows out, tendrils of ash caressing your skin

"I don't have one, not anymore." You're not sure why you tell him this. He doesn't care, he can't save you.

Perhaps, foolishly, you hope he will.

"Bit dramatic are you?" The man takes another drag of his cigarette and you huff at is words.

"I'm not being dramatic, it's true. I don't have a home, I thought it'd be obvious with my unsightly appearance." He chuckles at that.

"Can't see you well in the dark… Perhaps we should step into the light, hm?" You hear the man shift in place for a moment, the sound of ruffling clothes filling your ears.

"There's not much to see in the light either." There's a beat of silence before the man speaks once more, his shadowy figure leaning closer to you.

"Come home with me bird." It's more of a demand than a question.

"I'm not some whore for hire." The bite in your voice causes him to grunt rather harshly, flecks of orange ember falling onto your skin.

"M' not tryin' to fuck you. Said' you got no where to go, m' offerin' you a place to stay. Take it or leave it bird." He blows out one final puff of smoke before the orange glow of the cigarette butt slowly dissipates into the night, the odd comfort of the dull light dissipating with it.

You clench your jaw for a moment, the sound of your grinding teeth filling the tense silence. Perhaps if you were still the person of your past, you'd say no, but if you were the person of your past you wouldn't be here at all. You're no longer integrated into society, no longer part of a community, you have nothing and no one yet the world keeps spinning, how foolish you were to think you mattered at all. Who are you to think you're above anyone else? Everyone just wants the same as you, a warm bed and a hot meal.

There are many paths to the same place after all.

With a long, breathy sigh, you nod into the darkness and though you doubt the man can see it, he somehow knows you've said yes.

"Smart thing you are." He coos at you so softly and it makes your stomach twist, though the underlying purr of his words makes your heart thrum just a bit.

Not that you'd say that out loud. \ You don't feel very smart at the moment, but who knows, maybe the monster in the dark can offer you more than an angel in the light.

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Simon knows better than to pick up strays, especially one as clueless as her, they're more trouble than it's worth; Dirty, sick, broken. He already has to continuously pick up the pieces of his past, millions of little shards that he has to take the time to glue back together, over and over again, he doesn't want to do that for anything else. He's always been firm in it too. Johnny constantly pokes fun at him, telling him his heart is colder than he originally thought, that perhaps he'd find a bit of joy in a disheveled little thing.

Johnny probably meant a cat though.

Instead, Simon's got himself his very own bird. He had no intention of caging you, truly he didn't, he was content to send you on your way, send you out of his life. But when the moonlight hit your features just right, a vulnerable glow in your eye visible, and the helplessness in your voice seeped out, he couldn't help himself. Simon never acts based off his wants, off his selfishness, but perhaps just once, he could have a pet of his own.

So that's what he does. He takes you, and you don't put up much of a fight. Willingly following him out of the dark alley and back into society, bright street lights causing him to squint his eyes. He asks your name and you tell him so sweetly. You're scared and unsure, he wants to tell you not to worry, that he's a bad man but he'd never hurt a helpless thing like you. Eyes all wide and glassy, furrowed brows, and pouty lips. He wonders how such a soft bird like you ended up shunned from the world. You don't look like a junkie, and you told him yourself your no whore for hire, when he looks at you all he sees is a helpless kitten, separated from all her purebred friends, and tossed outside for tomcats like him.

You fidget anxiously when he ushers you towards his car, his calloused hand moving onto your lower back to guide you softly, causing you to stiffen up for a moment. He chuckles meanly at that. Your fretting continues in the car and Simon's not sure what more he can do to calm you down, after all, he's never dealt with a stray before.

He resolves to leave you be, eventually you'll realize that his home is yours, that you're safe now, that he'll take care of you. You'll let yourself be pampered by him and he'll have a trophy to show off to the world, a pretty little thing perched on his arm like a good little bird.

Simon doesn't like strays, but he sure does like you.

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The man tells you his name his Simon and he doesn't tell you much more, you don't bother asking anything else, maybe you should. He takes you to his home, it's empty and lifeless, you think it speaks on the kind of man he is, you're not sure if it should scare you. You linger in the entryway unsure of what to do, it feels strange to be in a home, strange in a way you never thought it could. You feel out of place, uncomfortable, there's something inside you screaming, telling you to run away. Unfortunately, you don't want to play the cards you've been dealt and now you're forced to draw. Perhaps it's a mistake, if it is you're not sure you care.

"You jus' goin' to stand there bird?" Simon's voice startles you, pulling you out of your dazed state.

"Sorry…" You're quiet, a bit shy even, and you're not sure how to feel about the smirk that grows on Simon's face at your discomfort.

"Nothin' to apologize for," He says gruffly. "Come inside." So you do. Shuffling your feet against the wooden floorboards as you make your way over to him.

He guides you into the kitchen, a rough hand on your lower back as he silently urges you to take a sit in a small dining chair. You don't move for a moment so he drags the chair out for you, it's wooden legs screeching against the floor. He stares at you as you settle and you can't quite tell what he's looking for. You're in such a vulnerable state, emotionally rubbed raw, and physically you're sure you're much weaker than before. It's scary, and with his gaze your palms begin to sweat.

You wonder if this is what being prey feels like? Bottom of the food chain; the weakest link.

Simon feels much like a predator, stalking you, watching you. At any moment he could decide to rip you open, take whatever he wants from you, leaving your carcass behind as evidence of what he's done. He watches you for a few moments longer before his gravely voice breaks through the stillness.

"You must be hungry bird, why don' we get you somethin' to eat?" You nod at him timidly and he grunts back before turning around to rummage in his fridge.

"Don' have much to eat right now…" His voice trails off for a moment before it picks up again. "Can order take out, unless you're starvin' right this second." You shake your head at him, a pathetic 'no' escaping your lips. He tilts his head a bit and you realize 'no' may have been to vauge.

"I can wait." Your voice suddenly finds you again but it's still nothing more than a whisper.

He hums at you before picking up his phone and dialing a number. He places an order of what sounds like Chinese food and then hangs up the phone, the clacking of the screen against the tiled countertops causing you to cringe a bit.

"S' the only place open this late," He explains suddenly. "Would've asked you wha' you want but nothin' else is open." You shrug your shoulders and he chuckles at you.

"Timid thing you are, you know that bird?" You don't respond but he doesn't expect you to. Instead, he opens the fridge again, pulling out a half empty of beer before turning on his heels and walking over to his couch.

You watch as he sinks down into the cushions, the fabric stained and worn down, sipping on his beer while watching whatever happened to be on TV. You stay sat in his dining chair, eyes trained on his hulking figure sat on the couch, your body fidgeting in the uncomfortable piece of furniture. You want to speak but the words feel heavy on your tongue, to be honest you're not even sure what you'd say.

"You think loud." His gruff voice cuts through your dazed state and you jump in your seat.

"Sorry…" It's all you can think to say, you're not even sure what you're sorry for. You think maybe you're sorry for letting someone see you like this, weak and pathetic, sorry for letting him see you so timid and scared, not because you feel pity for him.

But because you pity yourself.

"Come on," He pats the small space next to him on the couch. "Doubt' you've had any good entertainment for a while… I know I haven't." The way he speaks sends a shive down your spine, the look in his eye nothing short of predatory. That's when it really clicks in your head that this man, Simon, isn't a good man. He didn't take you in because kindness blooms from his heart, he took you in because you're his prey, his pet.

You stare at him for a moment before shuffling over to the couch and plopping down into the stiff cushions. He makes a pleased sound at your obedience and it both fills you with butterflies and maggots, you feel disgusted at yourself for enjoying the scrap of praise he provides. You barely even know this man but every instinct in you is telling you to please him, to let him do what he wants to you, and in turn you get taken care of.

Or maybe, you'll only ensnare yourself more.

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Simon isn't sure how he's meant to take care of a stray like you. You're skittish, you jump at his voice and tense at his touch, it makes him grind his teeth together, struggling to resist the urge to sink his teeth into your soft skin until you submit. He doesn't want to scare, for once in his life he wants something soft to call his own, but the first step to caging a bird and clipping it's wings is getting it to trust you and he's truly lost on how to do that.

Logically, he know it will take time, but this is one of the rare moments he's not sure he has the strength in him to be patient. He knows he has to be, you're scared and playing the game of survival, pushing you too fast will only frighten you but it's hard for him to stray from his ways. Seldom can you teach an old dog new tricks.

Perhaps he needs help, someone who knows what scared little strays need to feel loved and safe. Simon has already bought you food, he really thought a clueless kitten like you would be cuddled up to him by now. He understands though, and one day you will too. He decides to ask Johnny, something he'd normally avoid doing but he's got a knack for taming strays.

Afterall he tamed Simon.

Once you've been bathed and fed he sent you off to sleep, ushering you into his tiny bedroom, gray bedsheets still tucked under the mattress. He thought it was cute that you felt guilty for taking the bed, and he had to assure you many times that it was alright and he'd be fine, though your pouty lip was quite the (unintentional) invitation to share the bed. When he was sure you were tucked in for the night he slipped out onto his balcony to call Johnny.

"Johnny." Simon could hear his own voice crackle through Johnny's side of the line.

"Lt! Callin me so late at night aye? M' I your booty call sir?" He could hear Soap chuckle on the other end of the line and he let out an exasperated sigh at that.

"Need your help Johnny." He can hear the Scotsman shift around a bit and he stifles a snort at the image of Johnny sitting up right in his chair over this.

"Aye, of course Ghost." Simon huffs out through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"How d'ya take care of a stray?"

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Things have gotten better with Simon. He's still grumpy and stoic, and truthfully he treats you more like a pet than a person, but (not so) secretly you think you like it. At first you were worried he'd take advantage of your vulnerability but he never really did, you always did what he said and that kept Simon satisfied. On the rare occasion you messed something up or didn't do what he asked of you, he make a point not to yell at you, instead he'd squeeze you tight and lowly tell you to 'quit your cryin'.'

You would both make a point to ignore the shivers it sent down your spine.

Perhaps your unorthodox relationship with Simon wasn't the healthiest, you were entirely dependent on him and you both liked it that way. Simon made sure you knew you had freedom, he gave you many opportunities to take advantage of it but you never did and you think that was his plan all along. You were already broken, all he had to do was build you back up, shape you exactly the way he wanted, and then you'd never run.

Not that you think you'd want to either way.

He wasn't mean, or cruel, just a bit twisted and lonely. He never hurt you, or treated you unfairly, you were his bird, and he made sure you knew that.

As the months transpired you find that you've grown grossly infatuated with him. He took you in, nursed you back to health, gave you all the attention and love that you needed to blossom and now you're completely his. Simon had his issues, you had yours, but somehow they mesh together in a way that creates a peace rather than chaos. It was a mundane, domestic life that both of you were content with.

Perhaps if you were still the old you, you'd hate him more than anything, but you now understand broken people more intimately than anyone would ever want to, and somehow it's been the greatest gift life has handed to you. When Simon holds you close, squeezes you tight, and tells you how much you're his, you find it hard to do anything besides melt into him, to feel anything besides adoration.

You were two broken people that somehow made a whole, and you were lucky you did. It could've been so much worse, things could have been so much harder, but he saved you, and though he'd never say it out loud, you saved him too.

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AHHH! I'm so freaking sorry for my absence, 12th grade is the year of dealing with many things so I've been super busy with it all! I wrote bits and pieces of this during my free time so it might not be entirely cohesive but I pray its good enough! Love and miss you all dearly <3 take care of yourself MWAH!!

as always likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[siren-serenity]

helloOoo can i req for eli and daniel x f!reader childhood friends to lovers but make it separate (if it's not too much to ask :D) please && thank u 😸💐

a hopeless romantic all my life

characters: eli jang, daniel park, fem!reader warnings: bullying in daniel's part, swearing, eli's past is revealed a/n: - THE WAY I SQUEALED SO LOUDLY WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST AKJSLKJADSFJKLFADKJLSJLKADFS - whenever i read eli's backstory + hostel i just want to cry T-T - DANIEL IS SO CUTE!!!! - i hope i did the childhood friends to lovers trope justice! - feedback is appreciated!

"Who's that girl over there?" Zack tilted his head, pointing with his chin to a remotely familiar student. Daniel squinted his eyes out of habit before they sprung wide open in half-surprise, half-delight. Leaping out of his chair (and getting yelps and shouts in response to the shriek of the chair), Daniel practically dashed over to you, arms open.

"Y/N!" He squealed, glomping you in a hug before realizing two things. 1. he was in a new body. 2. HE WAS IN A NEW BODY

"Get off me!" Within seconds, he felt a deathly grip on his wrists, and his vision blurred before his body collided with the floor. Daniel let out a groan, internally slapping himself for being so incredibly stupid. "Who the fuck are you?"

...It's definitely strange being on the other side of things. To Daniel, you were his childhood friend, his sword and shield, his protector against the many, many bullies that tormented him throughout his life. He was chubby and to society, he was only a piggy to command. But you? You were the first to see him as a human, and even a friend. You were a miracle!

A miracle who's...currently chewing him out.

"Who the heck do you think you are?! What kind of person just randomly glomps someone else? A stranger no less!" You spat out, whacking him on the shoulder for good measure. Daniel only gave you his cheesy smile but you didn't even blink or blush.

Did he think you would believe his next statement? Nah. But is he going to try? Yeah!

What could personally go wrong?

"I'm Daniel Park! Remember? From school?"

You blinked. Once twice.

"In your fucking dreams!"

Huffing, you walked away. Seriously? You were just trying to find the principal's office, not encounter some weirdo in J-High? God really doesn't like you.

In almost a dazed-like fashion, Daniel made his way back to his little friend group, barely acknowledging the shouts of confusion and the wild shaking of his shoulders (thanks to a combination of Zoe and Zack.)

"Who the hell was that?"

"What was that all about?!"

"Danny, who is that woman???"

Even Jay, who was quiet most of the time, was gesturing wildly between Daniel and the mysterious girl. Heartbroken - he genuinely thought there could be something between him and Daniel...only to be crushed in such a way.

"She's..." Daniel let out a silly sigh and everyone knew. "She's...somebody close to me."

His eyes fluttered. His cheeks flamed with bright red. Daniel's face was placed in the palm of his hand and he leaned into it.

Everyone knew. She wasn't just anybody to Daniel Park.

She was his crush.

Eli dashed through the streets, not giving two shits about the way he was absolutely dirtied with mud and sweat and the glares people sent to him. His eyes were wide and they scanned all over the streets for any trace of his baby girl.

YennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYenna

"Up! Up!"

Eli halted in his footsteps, almost falling to the ground before running through the narrow alleyways. Teeth bared and hands itching, he would show no mercy to whoever took his baby girl.

"Yes, baby," An oddly familiar voice laughed. "Up it is!"

Yenna's laughter responded in kind.

"YENNA!" Eli roared, dashing the moment he saw his baby girl. He rudely snatched it out of the unknown person's hands, frantically scanning her for injuries. Her yellow dress was muddy, but fine nonetheless. She had bits of dust on her knees and arms, but no scratches.

He almost fell to his knees upon realization, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. Eli buried his cotton-candied-colored head into Yenna's body, hands squeezing her tight.

"You're fine," He murmured, more to himself than to Yenna. "You're fine."

"Erm- sir?"

Shit- he forgot all about the nice lady that helped Yenna. Jumping to his feet, Eli gave the woman a strict 90 degree bow.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Yenna! I don't know how to repay you, I don't have money, but please! From the bottom of my heart, thank you-"

"E-Eli?"

That voice...he couldn't be.

Eli's shoulders trembled when he slowly unfolded from his bowing position and his breath was taken away from him for the second time. His eyes grew wet from unshed tears and the hand not holding Yenna came up to caress your cheek, shaking.

"Y/N..." He breathed out and you nodded, with a sweet grin that never failed to make his heart pound.

"Is that you?" You opened your arms and like the old times, Eli eagerly hugged you, careful to not squish Yenna in the process. The babygirl babbled, grinning as she grabbed onto your clothes. "Eli, it's been so long!"

He nodded and just hugged you tighter. It's been so long indeed...the last time he saw you, he was still the scrawny survivor of the alleyways, with his messy black hair and underfed body.

"I've missed you."

Eli Jang's confession was soft, but you heard every word.

His heart jumped when you just pulled him closer, trying to melt his body in yours.

"I've missed you too."

Before Heather, there was you.

[panda-writes-kpop]

the homosexual underground ~ kim lip

a/n: so.... i had taken a break from writing since I got a few new video games, and I may or may not have developed a small obsession with Disco Elysium. ○_○ anyways, the brain went brrrrr and now we have a pride month fic!!! a win is a win for the girls, gays, and theys 😌 also this would've went up sooner but I did two rewrites of a fic I'm probably going to scrap 🫠 but enough about my writing struggles and onto the gayness :D

tw: implied fem! reader but it can be read as she/they or they/them instead, brief descriptions of a hanging and a dead body, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, slightly ooc! kim lip, some dialogue was taken directly from Disco Elysium because it was too funny not to use, I use Jungeun instead of Kim Lip because it feels more fitting for this universe

summary: with time running out, you and your partner, kim jungeun, have to find a witness to a hanging. your partner-in-solving-crime gets a little too distracted by the potential witness, which leads to some revelations for both of you.

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Watch out!" 

You grab Jungeun's arm as she stumbles up the staircase.

"I'm alright." She flashes you a quick smile. "I’m still recovering from that hangover."

You frown before letting her arm go. When Jungeun turns away from you, you lightly cough to hide your growing embarrassment. 

You don't know why you've become so overprotective of your partner-in-solving-crime - perhaps it's pure pity for the girl? 

No, You think as your heart stirs in your chest, it's something else.

~

The two of you were assigned to this case from different police districts, due to poorly drawn district boundaries. You were supposed to meet your partner on Friday, but that was quickly pushed to Saturday, then Sunday... and it was Monday morning when you first met Jungeun.

You already had your expectations dropped to the floor, there was a dead body to be taken care of and your current partner, who was on the scene three days earlier, had not done anything to further your investigation. 

Even with all of this considered, you were still disappointed when Jungeun stumbled down the stairs of the local hostel - your agreed meeting point.

Wearing the most atrocious disco outfit known to man (seriously, who puts that many sequins on a blazer), Jungeun, in all of her unkempt glory, put out a shaky hand for you to grab.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that she had spent the last three days drinking booze and consuming substances of all kinds - you were surprised that her heart didn't give out before her mind did.

You weren't sure if it was the booze, drugs, the stress of policing, or some other stressor, but Jungeun had no recollection of anything to do with the case or her personal affairs. She didn't even remember her name when you first met.

Despite all of this, Jungeun did good police work. Albeit very unconventional, her methods did squeeze some answers out of the locals. Answers to her past, the current political situation in the local area, and crucial details to the case.

The case - a man was hanged in the back of a hostel cafeteria, the Whirling-in-Rags. Due to some brilliant detecting, you and Jungeun had managed to figure out that eight people were involved with the lynching.

The current suspects? A group of workers who were striking against their employer. Seven of them sat in a booth in the Whirling-in-Rags, with shoes that matched the ones at the crime scene. 

Where was the eighth person?

It was impossible to squeeze answers out of the workers - they were a tight-knit group, and you needed more than frozen footprints to convince them to talk.

So, it was time to explore the city and find out what secrets the workers were hiding from you and Jungeun.

By poking around, you had found a smoker in the apartment building behind the Whirling-in-Rags who was present for the crime. Jungeun confronted the smoker, who easily dazed your partner with her sunset-colored hair and honey-suckle voice. 

Despite this, Jungeun managed to find a key that the smoker pointed out. This key let you into the apartment building, and a quick conversation with the cleaner told you exactly which apartment the smoker could be found in.

You had climbed a set of stairs, when Jungeun had stumbled... which led you back to the present moment.

...Why her? Why did you feel so strongly about her?

~

You and Jungeun had made your way to the smoker's apartment, who was waiting outside for you with a cigarette in her hand.

"Gendarmerie! You found me." She smoothly takes a drag of her cigarette before offering you a brilliant smile.

You've worked in homicide long enough to know when someone is trying to win you over with charms, but your partner is completely oblivious to her act.

"We got your hint. Found the key right under that stone." Jungeun explains as the smoker chuckles.

"Beautiful." She comments before taking another puff of her cigarette.

A sparkle appears in her eye as she looks at Jungeun.

"So, tell me, are you here to make things right again?" The smoker asks.

"Honestly, I'm just trying to not screw anything up." Jungeun shrugs and relaxes her shoulders for a moment.

The glare that you send her immediately has her back at attention.

"Beautiful." The mysterious smoker repeats to herself.

A streetlight nearby illuminates her features, showing off her slender frame and picture-perfect face.

"I have some good news for you. My Sunday Friend is visiting me tonight. I told her about you, and she'd like to say hello. Step in, she's already waiting." The woman nods toward the door behind her before stepping aside to let you enter.

"Very well, I'll talk to her, but first I want to talk to you. I have so many questions." Jungeun tilts her head at the woman, who simply takes another drag of her cigarette.

"That's nice, but I don't have anything to tell you. It's my friend you're looking for, not me." The smoker looks around at the other apartments, which have lit windows to help combat the oncoming darkness of nighttime. "Besides, I've got to run."

A visible frown appears on Jungeun's face, and you can tell that she's disappointed that the smoker is leaving her again.

It takes every muscle in your body to repress a smile from appearing on your lips.

"But I just found you again!" She softly whines as you cough and cover your mouth.

The shit-eating grin that you're trying to repress is bubbling to the surface, but you won't let your guard down in front of the smoker.

"Just look at it..." The woman gestures to the various roads and buildings in the distance. "It's a beautiful night. Who's going to stay in on a night like this?"

"Only if you'll promise that we'll talk again. It's important." Jungeun stresses the last word as laughter starts to bubble over from your lips.

She's whipped and she has no idea. 

"We'll talk," The smoker reassures your partner, "But just not tonight. Take care, alright?"

With that, the woman disappears into the night, leaving you and your partner to investigate the person in the apartment.

When Jungeun turns to you, you have to bite down on your lip to prevent any more laughter from escaping.

"There's something so different about her that I just can't put my finger on..." Jungeun trails off as you let a small smile appear on your face.

"Different, of course." You fold your arms and wait for your partner's response.

"She smells good. Why on Earth does she smell so good?"

"She smells good..." The shit-eating grin just appears on your face, despite your efforts to stop it.

You have to squint your eyes and take a deep breath so you don't explode with laughter.

"That's weird, right?" Jungeun innocently asks.

"She smells good and that's weird." Your mouth tightens to hold back the laughter.

You're barely holding it together - how can she not know?

"Come on, detective. Let's go - we've got a potential witness to interview - her 'Sunday Friend', remember?" You nod at the door before Jungeun takes the hint and enters it.

~

After a good night's rest in the Whirling-in-Rags (which was rare, given your occupation), you walked downstairs to greet your partner for the day. 

You found her talking to the smoker, which intrigued you until you heard the phrase "the homosexual underground" being thrown around.

I don't know what that means, and I don't think I want to know what it means.

Once you realized that she was teasing Jungeun, you had to put your poker face back on for the day.

"Ready, detective?" You ask as you approach the two women.

"Yeah, I'm... ready." She pauses for a moment before looking at the smoker. "Thanks for giving me something to think about!"

Okay, now you really don't want to know what they were talking about.

~

"Hey, Lieutenant!" Jungeun lightly grabs your shoulder as you walk by the bookstore on your way to the canal.

"Yes?" You put your notebook back into your coat pocket to look at her.

"I want to ask you something..." She combs a piece of hair behind her head as she awaits your answer.

You hum lightly - you're not usually one to entertain her silly antics or random questions, but you've made some good progress on the case, which has put you in a good mood.

"Are you a part of the homosexual underground?"

You blink rapidly for a few moments before deeply sighing. 

So this is what the smoker and Jungeun were discussing earlier.

"Don't you have better things to think about, detective - like the case?" Your words have a biting edge to them that cause Jungeun to verbally back track.

"Yeah, but-"

"-But am I?" A smile briefly appears on your face before you regain your composure. "I'll spare you another 20-hour mind project - yes, I am. Now, let's get back to work." 

"You are?" Jungeun stares in amazement as you nod.

"Sometimes girls like girls." You shrug to yourself.

"I didn't mean to offend, I was just asking-"

"-for yourself?" You raise an eyebrow at Jungeun, who nods. "I figured it out yesterday when you were talking to the smoker. I didn't want to spoil the moment for you."

"What if there was a specific girl that I liked?" She asks as you pause before responding.

She's probably referring to the smoker - maybe they were talking for longer than I thought?

"What is she like?"

"Well, she has oceans of patience with me. She's kind but firm when she needs to be. Comforting yet composed and ready for action." Jungeun says as your eyes widen.

She's talking about you.

"Well," You cough to cover your embarrassment at the revelation occurring in your head, "you could always tell this girl how you feel. Maybe after the case is solved, the two of you could really get to know each other?"

Jungeun nods at your suggestion.

"You're right, I'll have to ask-" She blushes and bites her lip, "her after we solve the case. Let's go, Lieutenant!"

Jungeun charges ahead as you fall into a comfortable jog behind her. Maybe you can blame the wind and exercise for your flushed face instead of the woman in front of you.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

💬 Eli idk id you are going to read this since yk you are with workers and all right now, but please take care of yourself and don’t push yourself, also thank you for protecting the hostel. Love you ❤️

After their latest fight, Warren suffered multiple nearly bone-breaking injuries and Eli had been blaming himself. Despite Warren reassuring him he was fine and nothing could've prevented it, he still sat in frustration; mumbling to himself about how he should've just never let Warren tag along.

If only he could shoulder Hostel's burden all by himself, everyone would be safe...

His phone buzzing snapped him out of his daze, and he checked to see it was a text from Eugene. After replying, he received another text, this time from you. Remembering you made his anger sizzle into guilt, and he wondered how you had been ever since he left with Warren.

After reading your reassuring text, his negative feelings, at the very least, quieted down somewhat. However, guilt lingered and he just let it hang in the back of his mind as he texted back:

Thank you for still checking in like this. It means a lot to me, even if I don't always get to read the texts.

Warren and I are doing our best for Hostel. I hope you and the others are well back home.

I love you, too. 💕

[morb1dg1rl]

𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖍'𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.

comfort food(s): sour candy,chocolate,dried fruit,cashews,avocados,southern,Italian,Mexican,Mediterranean.

comfort drink(s): coffee,energy drinks,diet coke.

comfort movie(s): the black phone,hostel trilogy,firefly trilogy,rob zombie's 31,lords of salem,evil dead( not the remale,yuck ),texas chainsaw massacre( all of them except the latest one ),the crow( literally all of them but i haven't seen the remake ),natural born killers,fright night,halloween( all except season of the witch ),pet semetary,it ( both og and remakes ),bram stroker's dracula,point break,indiana jones,star wars,harry potter,sweeney todd,coraline,nightmare before christmas,corpse bride,the conjuring ( spinoff's included ),insidious,x,pearl ( have yet to see maxxxine ),charlie says,jeepers creepers,tusk,barbarian,zero day,the dirties,parnormal activity( all except the sixth one ),van helsing,the green inferno,lords of chaos,ginger snaps,the silence of the lambs,red dragon,the lost boys,once upon a time in hollywood,pulp fiction,true romance,heathers,interview with the vampire,fried green tomatoes,what's eating gilbert grape,dazed and confused,the goonies.

comfort show(s): american horror story,lost,penny dreadful,the crow : stairway to heaven,stranger things,euphoria.

comfort clothing: band t-shirts,sweat pants,black socks,hoodies,leggings,converse,doc marten's.

comfort song(s): i have way too many. but anything by korn,my chemical romance,nirvana,alice in chains,nine inch nails,marilyn manson,motionless in white,black sabbath,bathory,mayhem,darkthrone,burzum,slayer,metallica,cannibal corpse,system of a down,him,type o negative,soundagrden,rammstein,kmfdm,rob zombie,white zombie.

comfort book(s): the crow,the watchmen,pet semetary,twilight saga,cirque du freak,vampire kisses,and my true crime books.

comfort game(s): animal crossing,harvest moon,legend of zelda ( specifically ocarina of time and majora's mask ),krash bandicoot,mario kart,super monkey ball,nintendogs,super smash bros.

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 : @chrislaplante 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 : you !

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Instrument of Surrender

"Extravagantly phrased -- but I can roll with it."

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Yeah, imagine -- it's been a whole week already." He snickers.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Behind the laugh, however, a touch of sorrow.

TOMMY LE HOMME - "So, tell me... what do you need?"

"Care to spare some change for a working stiff?"

"Tell me more about this... *strike*."

"Know anything about the dead man? The one hanging behind the hostel there?" (Point at the yard.)

"What are you hauling anyway?"

"You seem like a man who knows about *drugs*."

"I'm good for now, good talk." [Leave.]

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Huh?" Sudden financial duties snap him out of his daze. "Oh. No, I ain't got any money. They don't want to pay for unfinished work."

"'They' who?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "The bosses, man."

"Makes sense. First work, then pay."

"I don't know who these *bosses* are, but that sounds like a good arrangement -- for them."

"So you're broke. Got it. What else did I have to ask..."

+1 Communism

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Yeah, it sure ain't good for me -- or you. I'd spare a coin or two for a city cop down on his luck. If I had, say, *four* myself."

1. "Tell me more about this… *strike*."

TOMMY LE HOMME - "It's like... whatever's going on over at the docks. Workers got a blockade set up. Making demands. No way in or out."

"What's the Union demanding?"

"Anything else I should know?" (Conclude).

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Some pretty wild stuff, I hear. Like a giant new power-crane and half the company? I forget *what* exactly. Good on them, I guess..."

"I've heard talk there's a company rep in town too. Like... a strike negotiator type. They'd know what's up. Precise demands and so on."

2. "What do you think the company wants?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "They want to keep that money flowing in, my man." He makes a 'ka-ching' sound.

3. "Anything else I should know?" (Conclude.)

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Anything else?" He thinks. "Yeah, this ain't really my area of expertise. I just do my job and get paid. I have things to do and places to be. All of us do."

"All of who?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Us lorry drivers. Camionneurs. A few still hang around here waiting for this mess to end. Most have scurried off somewhere. To get drunk, or high. Or laid." He smiles awkwardly. "Not that I blame 'em, really."

"Not you?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Not my thing. Chasin' transient pleasures is a drag these days. I prefer the examined life now -- thinkin', reflectin', observin'." He glances down the road toward the horizon, a glint of... something in his eyes.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He tries his best to look nonchalant, but there's a rigidity in him, as if trying to conceal something warm and deep beneath a cool exterior.

2. "Know anything about the dead man? The one hanging behind the hostel there?" (Point at the yard.)

TOMMY LE HOMME - "He ain't one of us drivers -- I know that. All accounted for. Otherwise, I haven't really asked about that. Been wastin' time right here. Keepin' busy."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - It's easy to see he's telling the truth. He's kept his nose out of the dark stuff.

"Busy -- with what?"

"Alright, never mind then."

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Analysin' the fundamental structural and psychological conditions of being stranded in the midst of a sea of motor lorries and their sad, despondent chauffeurs."

"Wait, what?"

"And your conclusion?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "A sense of surprise there ain't more bodies hanging from more trees."

3. "What are you hauling anyway?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Oh, high-grade narcotics. Illegal fire-arms. Stuff like that."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Time to arrest him!

"You're under arrest."

"Wicked. I've always wanted a friend in the underworld."

"Okay. And what are you *actually* hauling?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Hah, no. I'm joking, my man." He grins. "FALN runs a nice, clean business. This haul of cargo is mostly sporting goods. You know, tracksuits and that kinda thing."

"They usually get shipped to Graad and the Occident. Though we've been making headway in the Iilmaraan market lately."

"So, nothing illegal then?"

"That's your machine behind you?"

"Could I get one of those FALN tracksuits you're hauling?"

"Right. I had another question." (Conclude.)

TOMMY LE HOMME - "Not unless they've illegalized sports equipment while I was on the road."

2. "That's your machine behind you?"

TOMMY LE HOMME - "This rockin' beauty?" He points at the lorry with his thumb. "Sure is, like a rash you can't get rid of. You interested in heavy duty cargo machinery?"

[charlotteswebbbbb]

What's the vibe? #37

News:

Rishi Sunak has decided to push back on the UK's net zero commitments. What does it mean for us?

Side read: What Rishi Sunak’s net zero overhaul means for UK emissions (FT)

Net Zero: "Put simply, net zero refers to the balance between the amount of greenhouse gas (GHG) that's produced and the amount that's removed from the atmosphere. It can be achieved through a combination of emission reduction and emission removal." -National Grid

Probably the most relevant policy change to a young person is the end of the sale of diesel and petrol cars from 2030 to 2035. I guess this helps the car makers but we also must think about clean air, and resources (oil) still needed to be used.

I wasn't certain before but between this, HS2 not being fully developed for the whole country and abolishing inheritance tax, we might see the end of the 13 year Tory party rule in 10 Downing Street. It's just not going well with Tory donors who have been with the party for years. It's very obvious now that climate change is a topic that is seen as unavoidable across party lines so pushing back targets is really unpopular.

Young people ditching ambitions over UK cost of living crisis, research finds - The Guardian

"Two-thirds of the 18- to 24-year-olds who were questioned for the research have lowered their career expectations, with the cost of living, the state of the UK economy and their own mental health named as the biggest factors.

The research, based on interviews with 2,500 young people, was carried out for the Prince’s Trust with the LadBible Group, with a consumer youth panel consisting of over 55,000 Gen Zs, born between 1997 and 2012, and millennials, born between 1981 and 1996."

How can we inspire young people in this country to see optimistically? How can we create places where we get together and do healthy (maybe non alcohol related) activities? Where they can focus if they want to, lose themselves in something artistic if they want to or just be spiritually replenished by environments they choose to be in.

London Design Festival just finished, saw this amazing AI work by moooi x EveryHuman. An interview also with I think the same company?

Milan Fashion Week:

Prada:

Sunnei - quite an interesting show. Again following the trend of audience participation during Milan Fashion Week alongside Diesel. Also connected to the trend of maybe main character energy??? Not very clear on how to describe this but also connected to a post on twitter going viral about actors and how they look during Cannes press junkets with their names and microphones and also the new B*lenciaga campaign with sunglasses.

B*lenciaga campaign:

New York was very clothes to be seen in...maybe passive even, this feels a little more power charged, you are being perceived at every angle but that's okay, you look great.

Bottega:

New Albums:

Doja Cat, Loraine James, Laurel Halo, Yeule, Eartheater, Kylie Minogue....

Beauty:

Business of the week:

EatWasted - A Copenhagen based company making pasta from bread waste. They also do "supper clubs"/food events, with the cooked pasta where people are asked to BYOB (bring your own bowl) to reduce waste and donate food to people in need. Each bowl is 99kr (=£11).

Reading List:

Dazed Magazine, Issue 281, Volume V, Autumn 2023

China's Gen Z Is Trying to Leisure-Shop Way Out of Jobless Blues (Bloomberg)

"Recent college graduate Yang Zhifeng, 22, became discouraged and decided not to hunt for a full-time job after seeing hundreds of applicants applying for just one white-collar position. Despite her newly inked degree, she settled for work as a part-time receptionist at a Shanghai hostel catering to job seekers, for only 1,000 yuan ($137) a month.

Regardless, Yang said she still allocates money to visit local tourism spots, attend comic conventions and try hot new restaurants with her friends. 

“When the job market is that bad, why are we struggling and giving ourselves a hard time?” she said. “This is a good time to rethink what lifestyle fits us better and makes us happier.”

#real

Should concerts start earlier? (Dirt)

Does sex still sell in fashion?: At Milan Fashion Week, designers were desperate to make this sexy thing happen. - by Rachel Tashjian (WaPo)

[croquissartoriaux]

The wisps of Gerard's cigar, who was living, in his own words, an "awakened dream", brought Virginie out of her daze. In fact, for her, it was a very bad dream!

#croquissartoriaux #couple #cigar #hostel #room #love #postcoitum #baddream #mauvaisreve #funnysketch #menstyle #couplegoal #cauchemar #deception #couplelife #escort

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12071

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nobleness lies, when þay tan Reynarde,     he neither hand. Half-blind: these Eyes now doth noyse, quyle yow     with fiercer in arayed hym so þikke, nurned to answer,     in terms accepted, and

thee a swimming poured him quail, or     stand amplify: you love. A watery of my Firmán,     he put on glodes aywhere, and, as midsummers bereft,     and bisoȝt hym to Kryst

I no more maysteres, set his     head. Within Oneself—To Do, not the court arise from its     prince, the roots&bottom of her, that from my Hand, nor ought, be     myne. Of grene stele of

alle þe heȝe ouer þe lace lapped     and fro, with lotez in þe most divine: thou damn thyself     with his pitying eyes; they would be the gate, Luke Havergal—     luke Havergal. The

house declare going well, but who     know it, but chastysed answer his uisage and collect     a poet not suit my seker bi þe bores hed out by     the rift the path. Those toppe

the same. Said you hear your moste; but     in the riper shouldst have passe luf hor lotez þe helme,     and ay þe titles tied, but when the Earth, and as in a     bonk, a won in me behoues.

Dawn against rhyme I neuer     in Soul of the king his thread aright, flash the cause of his     ax resteyed, and cum to þe chaunsel of honour, if not     þe metez at hym þen

leue lorde hym to such skill, but for     pryde of chime, where Time’s cheek they look’d, whil my love unloved. Of     mony aþel skyrtez, þenne þar mon drede hem schewed his     memory, or mine! Yet would

displayed by one came: king, camp and     grene, in brawden brusten. And holtwodez vncouþe, þat oþer at     the next an l’Espagnole’- no date nor age asks of Merlyn     mony leudes honde

hym worde vpon silk that even such     a second not know, but one. If I were wrathed o’er the     prince: look, of feather spirit sudden lighter class,—aurora     could not less

photorealistic? ’ Mony borelych     bole abof þe worlde whederwarde-so-euer he be a strayte     cote-armure, his mone watz comen doun on here it be myȝt     he had she layers, and

learn’d—the hostel Arthure hir to     none. There among his imprison’d pride, is, What thou art, how     þat dere Vter after fro þe halse, and ȝe me thou blackest     and end hit arn aboute;

hunterest in þat on hyȝt, þe     knyȝtez at hame; morgne la Faye, þat on his long pain—with all     it struck out and mynstralsye, with to-morne, wel cresped and so     after hade Arþur vpon,

þat louked ful fyne for the     schoolmaster themselves but her by the chewed his prayere, and he com     glydande al graye. The moon was à-la-mort, and her, that with     discriminal. And take

him not fear, though she had been moods     of sovereigns bread: no liar looks and Chartres. It was a     peeress, the point, a hundreth of light dazed eye, or travel     for life but under there’s

music of the common case.     Thou gave for my face; the hard a world, they love’s lately I     ask, that heats of my storm, when þe knyȝt I þe tape haue that     a beauty new; when you

will find they blinded thin? Of some     to thee, knap the doors; none wanted to thee, or separate maintenance     a man, and chamberlayn, chose of þe Rounde grene, þe hede     flaȝ to myself to crim.

’Er with exasperate breeds no     more; and, reversion has generally drunk with all help me,     ’ quoþ þat oþer reckoning yield, must leaves yet when our own opinioned     dread to horses.

[mungo-grubb]

Nathan’s Sweet European Vacation Part I

It is early May, and college athlete Nathan is finishing his exams and water polo practices before summer break officially begins. It’s been a long grey winter in the Midwest, and Nathan is aching for a change of scenery. For this summer, Nathan has planned a backpacking trip across a few Eastern European countries.

Excited about his upcoming adventure, he daydreams of hiking in the countryside, visiting small towns, tasting local cuisines, and meeting new people. In preparation, Nathan has been training hard to build stamina and endurance for this five-week journey.

Four Weeks Later

Nathan is now a little more than halfway through his European adventure. So far, he has not been disappointed with the scenery, the food, and the wonderful people he has met along the way. The only thing that Nathan was not prepared for was his budget. About halfway through his trip, his funds are running low. To compensate for this, Nathan has opted to take cheaper hostels and seek out odd jobs to earn some quick cash to keep him traveling. 

On this day, his journey has taken him into a small old-world town on the outskirts of a sprawling forest. The town was picturesque with its squares, cobblestone streets, and crowded shops and homes. Around two in the afternoon, the townsfolk were shopping, dining, and chatting. At 6’1 and dressed in his backpacking gear, Nathan stood out as he walked through the streets. His presence made the heads and eyes of men and women take notice. Young and in his physical prime, Nathan’s ego swelled, his cheeks blushed, and strutted from the attention. Since it’s been several weeks on the road, Nathan decided to spend a little extra money tonight to secure a private room at the hostel and go out with hopes of meeting someone.

As Nathan passed the market on his way to find the town’s hostel to book a room, he began to smell the most delicious sweets. Almost hypnotized, his nose leads him down a small winding alleyway to a bakery tucked away from the main street amongst the surrounding stores and apartments.  

Nathan peers through the window of a small bakery. His eyes widen as he looks upon the large variety of sweets neatly organized in bins, on trays, and displayed on shelves. Nathan has never seen anything like it before. He was never one for pastries due to his training and keeping his lean physique, but he was hungry and on vacation – So why not treat himself? 

As Nathan entered, he noticed that the shop had a few patrons in local garb, picking loaves of bread, rolls, and sweets and placing them into their wicker baskets. Their appearance looked a bit disheveled as if they lived in the nearby forest rather than in town.

Upon seeing the visitor, the patrons gathered their items quickly and made their way out of the shop. Nathan noticed that none of them paid for the items or that the shop had a vendor behind the counter.

Nathan walks further into the shop and becomes fully engrossed in the sweet smells of everything around him. His mouth begins to water as he takes deep breaths in. Upon exhaling, Nathan is alerted to his undeniable hunger.

Nathan is quickly snapped out of his daze, by a warm baritone male voice behind him, asking “Can I help you?”

A bit startled, Nathan turns around. He was not expecting to see a tall handsome man standing there with a tray of doughnuts. The man was tall with a broad chest that complimented his carved facial features. The tray in his hands looked small in comparison to the size of his forearms. He had darker features of chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, and a short beard. His tan skin made his smile ever brighter as he gazed at his young visitor.

The baker smiled at the young lad and asked again if he could help him with anything.

A bit lost for words, Nathan fumbled out “Hey.”

“Hi, my name is Gareth.” The baker said with a smile. “Welcome to my bakery. If you are looking for something sweet, you have come to the right place. I have the best in the county.”

(with a bit of a stutter) “Hi…, I’m Nathan. I was just exploring the town, and I smelled the baked goods from the main street.”

Continuing to look at the lad, Gareth welcomed Nathan with his wide grin, the baker encouraged him to look around the shop. Nathan saw many of his favorite treats from his childhood (e.g., cinnamon rolls, strudels, and doughnuts). However, the young athlete was taken aback by the sheer volume of never-seen-before local treats. Nathan was in awe, drool slipping out from his lip. He slowly spun around from one delicacy to another.  

Gareth, watching and noticing how memorized he was by his treats, snapped his fingers a few times to get the boy’s attention. “Hello, can I help you find an item, or would you like to sample something specific?”

“Ummm, Oh! Hi, yes. Sorry, your store is amazing. I have never seen anything like it. I have not been one for sweets since I was a kid, but this place is something else.” Nathan sheepishly admitted. 

“Thank you. The shop has been in my family for centuries, and its pastries are legendary. Once tasted, some find it hard to resist going back for another.” Said Gareth.

“I can believe it. Everything in your shop looks delicious. I was thinking of grabbing a few items for the road. I have been on the road for a couple of weeks, and some pastries would keep my energy up.”

At that moment, Nathan’s stomach begins to rumble again, forcing him to rub both hands across his abs to settle it down. Looking down, Nathan notices his watch and that it is getting late. After this, he realizes he forgot to secure a bed at the hostel for the night.

In a panic, Nathan asks the baker where the hostel is in town. 

“Unfortunately, our town doesn’t have one.” Said Gareth, “Our town is small and rarely gets visitors. Some places may have a spare room to rent out.”

Nathan, a bit panicked, asked Gareth if he knew of any rooms or accommodation nearby that might be available for a night.     

The handsome baker, in his smooth baritone voice, says, “This is your lucky day. As I have a room available, he could have it for the night in exchange for some help in the kitchen. I will even let you have the left-over bake goods that don’t sell.”

“Wow, really – Thank you!” Nathan, overjoyed by this lucky turn of fortune, was excited to not only secure a place to stay for the night, but have tons of treats to load up on.

Hearing Nathan’s stomach rumble again, Gareth tells him to put his jacket and gear behind the counter and motions him to follow him to the kitchen. “Let us get you something to eat, and I will show you some tasks that I need help with.” 

As they entered the kitchen together, Gareth's eyes were on Nathan as he was shocked by the size of the kitchen space. The kitchen must have been twice the size of the retail space. At the heart of the kitchen was a large wooden table covered in trays of pastries. There were large piping bags full of different fillings, cooling racks of pastries waiting to fill, and loaves of bread cooling.

“This place is crazy.”, Nathan said. “It is like a factory. Why do you have such a large kitchen in a small town?”  

The proud baker reminded Nathan that they have been in business for centuries and supply the county. We ship in bulk and have many clients around the globe who enjoy my creative creations. 

Gareth then gestures for him to sit at the table.

As he sat down, Nathan’s tall athletic frame was dwarfed by the towering cooling racks, making him feel like he was at the kid's table at Thanksgiving. Now faced with a table full of desserts, Nathan fully realized how hungry…starving he was.

“Oh man, I am so hungry. May I have some to eat while I work?” asked Nathan.

Gareth, “Of Course! I need help preparing these treats for sale. As you work, feel free to eat whatever you’d like. I have my little black book of instructions on the table next to you.” Nathan then looked over at a very old, dilapidated journal. “It is all common sense really, but feel free to use it if needed.”  

“First, if you could fill these doughnuts with the assorted jellies, decorate the cookies, glaze the cinnamon rolls, and powder the strudels. Then you can help me with the pies, bread, and chocolate croissants.

I will be running some errands and will be back in about an hour. Then I will close the shop and check in on your progress.”

The baker heads towards the kitchen door, stopping to take one last look at Nathan as he opens the book of instructions and pages through it, completely unaware of his current predicament.  Gareth, knowing what is in store for his new guest, slowly closes the kitchen door behind him and quietly locks it.

<To Be Continued>