#I drew this back in fuckin' July good god

[midnightwind]

𝐿𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒

𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑝

𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟ℎ𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑠

𝑃𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒

I wanted to take a crack at Nik’s patron, Emera the old goddess of the sky, and the general vibe I like to think about for them. (Pet by A Perfect Circle for the curious)

[serendipitysae]

Querencia ( Joseph D. Liebgott x Reader )

querencia/ kɛˈrɛnθɪə,Spanish keˈrenθja,keˈrensja/

noun ; querencia; plural noun: querencias

Sanctuary.

( POST WAR !!! fluff and maybe a smidge of angst ?)

01.00 AM. 

19th July, 1946, Yuma, California. 

1 cup of self raising flour, 1 cup of granulated sugar, equal parts. Wisk together in a bowl, before adding 1 large egg. 

Feel free to stir together using your hands. 

In a pan, arrange the canned-peach slices, before half of the reserved peach juice on top. After this, apply the doe on top of the peaches. Then drizzle a ½ cup of melted butter. 

Bake in a preheated oven for forty five minutes until golden brown, serve with cold ice cream and rest of the peach juice. Easy peasy ! 

. 

Yeah right. 

You sighed irritatedly, eyebrows knit together as you crouched before the oven, one hand on the oven latch, the other holding an oven mitten. You had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half. 

You were wearing one of Joe’s shirts, over your nightgown. You pursed your lips together, scowling at the peach cobbler in the oven, which wasn’t even browning. “Come on..” You murmured quietly. You were so caught up in the baking that you hadn’t noticed the door unlocking. 

That was until you heard the soft clang of Joe’s cab car keys being thrown onto the table. “Shit-!” 

You looked over, confused as you looked up to Joseph Liebgott, your boyfriend. He stared down at you, his surprise slowly morphing into a small smile. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake, Doll.” 

You giggled at that, an excited smile gracing your features as you stood up and jogged to him. A warmth spread through your body as you held him close, pulling him down to litter his face with kisses. “Lots of customers ?” You asked, between kisses. His lopsided grin surfaced, chuckling as he leaned into the kiss. “ Mhm, drove ‘round half the fuckin’ city swear to god.” 

“The real question is,” He began, hand trailing down to the curve of your waist. “ What are you doing up ?” He jokingly poked at your side, earning a small sigh and downwards turn at your lips. “I wanted to try the recipe for Peach Cobbler.. kind of a lost cause though.” 

A hoarse, tired chuckle left his lips, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your head. “What’s the occasion ?” 

You tensed up a little, clearing your throat as you looked to the oven. Your lips parted, taking a soft inhale before speaking. “ Next saturday, you know .. that reunion in indianapolis ?” 

Joe didn’t look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked to the wall. You softly moved your hand up to his cheek, gently rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. “ It’s been a year since we last saw them .. and I know Webster came to visit us last february but you know that doesn’t count.” 

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it up after his long shift, but he asked, and you had no intention of hiding things from him. 

You caught on on how his jaw clenched, eyes trained on the tiles of the kitchen wall. You would have preferred screeching of fingernails on chalk than the deafening silence. After several moments of this, he licked his lips, voice quiet. 

“I just..” 

You looked up to him. 

“I just can’t do it, Doll..” 

You felt your heart clench. He didn’t sound hurt, he didn’t sound mad or anything. He just sounded so discouraged. The way his words died on his tongue, how he couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“Oh Joe..”

You cooed, your hand moving up to his hair as you tugged him into a warm embrace. It didn’t take long for him to melt into your glow. His arms sneaked around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t cry, Liebgott rarely cried. He just savored the moment. The smell of your hair, as well as the light scent of artificial peach and flour. One hand moved to cradle your head, as his eyes closed. The gentle tugging at the roots of his hair, the soft tracings you drew on his back, it was his sanctuary. 

“My darling, we don’t have to do anything. We don’t, we can just rest.” You’d say, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt. He didn’t really respond, just a quiet hum resonating through his body. 

The two of you stood there for several minutes, until you reluctantly pulled away. You looked up at him, the soft smile on your lips never faltering as you intertwined your hands. “ Let’s get you some sleep, hm ?” 

He nodded. 

“The rocket’s empty- I’ll try the atom load of this ray gun.” You read, your voice saccharine and honey like as you read of the comic book strip. Both of your backs were pressed against the wall, Joseph’s arm around your shoulders as you read to him. His head was resting on yours, half-lidded eyes following the comic drawings as you read. 

It only took fifteen minutes before the book was tucked away in a drawer, the lights off and blanket pulled over you two. Joe lay behind you, his body pressed up to yours with his arms holding you around the torso. 

“Y/N ?” He interrupted the silence, and you hummed quietly, eyes still closed. 

“ I just .. well..” 

You shifted slightly, turning to face him. One hand moved to rest on his cheekbone, eyes opening slightly. 

“If you want to go to the reunion, you should.” Your eyebrows knit together, slowly adjusting to the light as you spotted his warm eyes. 

“What ?” 

He nodded, shuffling closer to you. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see any of those bucks again.. But, they were your team too.” You looked at him with a small, small smile as you nodded. “But- Joe, you know you don’t have to-” 

“I know.” 

You shut up, thumb tracing patterns against his jaw. He continued speaking. 

“But.. Well, if you need a ride to Indianapolis, I’ll be there. ” 

Your lip curled up into a teasing smile. “You’re saying I'll get a free cab ride ?”

“Hey, I ain’t saying anything about it being free, I just said if you need a ride.” He countered, gently squeezing your side with a chuckle. Your laughter is harmonious to him, as he closes his eyes and smiles. 

Your laughter died down, your chest fluttering. “Hey..” You’d say, quietly. You moved closer, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sure, Joe was tired, but he kissed you back, with as much love and eagerness as he always did. You mumbled a soft “thank you.” to his lips. 

He just shook his head, and tugged you closer to him, the sound of traffic rumbling from the balcony of your apartment.

( THIS ISN'T PROOF READ SO PLAY NICE !!! I love domestic joe : ( he's my baby boy. It's post-war, if it wasn't clear enough- uh yeah hope you guys enjoy xoxo !!!!!!)

[vkr-kayne]

Number 6 for the ask game!

6: say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

oh jeez uh ok-

physical

I like my hair, it's always been pretty easy to manage! at the moment it's slightly longer than my ideal but i still feel Gender putting it in a half up ponytail thing

i've got some strong fuckin thighs and thank god honestly lmao. i lift so much audio and lighting gear every day and my legs are the only thing that actually gains muscle from it (don't lift with ur back, kids) like. when are my arms gonna get the message. oh well

i like my freckles :)

non-physical

i'm usually adaptable and easygoing, i go with the flow and take up whatever opportunities roll my way! it's lead to some hella cool experiences and to meeting some great friends

while i currently can't draw as often as i used to it's something I've revived my love for after years of feeling frustrated and unhappy every time i picked up a pen to doodle. July last year I started one of those Don't Break The Chain things and successfully sketched (mostly) every day for a year; because of that I now have a lot of fun with the process again! I'm proud of myself for pursuing a goal for a year straight and relearning to love an old hobby again :) i've never shared anything i drew in that time but maybe at some point i'll post some for funsies

I'm a good listener, if anyone ever just wants an ear to rant or ramble to i'm ur guy

sorry some of these ended up being kinda long 😅 this was a challenge but it was fun to reflect on, thank you!!!!! <3

[fairycosmos]

what kind of music do you like listening to? :) im looking for some new artists!

been listening to conan greys new album ‘kid krow’ lately !! also his song greek god !! it’s weird cause i had to listen to the songs like twice before i really clicked with them, but now i keep going back to it. it’s very sad boy nostalgia if you like that sort of thing. just in general here are some songs/works i like recently: janelle monae’s whole album ‘dirty computer’, anything mcr, dont let me down by joy crookes, still cold by cleo sol, particles by nothing by thieves, time by pink floyd, saw you in a dream by the japanese house, anything abba, like a star by corinne bailey rae, lorde’s album ‘melodrama’, somebody else by flora cash, gorillaz, ‘realer’ and ‘weak ass bitc’h by megan thee stallion, marina and the diamonds album ‘electra heart’, exist music (for a film) by radiohead, physical by dua lipa, talk to me by cavetown, talk me down by troye sivan, business man by mother mother and also their whole album ‘no culture’, fourth of july by sufjan stevens, after the storm by kalu uchis, river by joni mitchell, guy. exe by superfruit, electric feel by mgmt, amy winehouse’s album ‘back to black’, hoziers album ‘wasteland baby’, third eye by florence and the machine, wait a minute by willow smith, anything from the 2000s pop scene ok i could go on let me know if you want a part two-

here are some songs in spanish/spanish speaking artists that i like too btw: soda stereo, carla morrison, chachacha and la luna by josean log, bolita de pan by caloncho, rosalia, any version of hijo de la luna, el muchacho de los ojos tristes by paulette, mon laferte, manuel medrano, gloria trevi.

also chloe x halles covers on youtube especially the one of moon river will fuckin make you ascend. i have yet to check out their new album. drew monsons youtube covers are also very good and sad 

[granills]

roadside / bill skarsgård

Pairing: Bill Skarsgård x reader

Summary: When the party is actually over but you want to have some more fun with Billy. On the way home.

It started out as a simple party at one of Bill’s friend’s place. Everyone seemed to have fun, chatting over a loud music. Your boyfriend, Bill, stood next to you, he held a beer bottle in his hand, the other hand thrown around your waist like it belonged there. You both laughed at some joke that your friend had remembered. At any other time the joke wouldn’t be that funny, but alcohol did the trick. Bill knew he had to drive you back home later so he made sure not to drink too much.

The music cranked so loud making everyone unconsciously swaying to the rhythm. He looked at you while the host of the party kept entertaining the guests, and gave a kiss on your cheek. “Are you having fun?” Bill asked softly.

“Mmhm.” You giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear. As he was about to kiss you properly, his friend appeared out of nowhere, one arm draped across Bill’s shoulder, pulling him to the side.

“Sorry, Y/n. We really need your Pennywise right now. I’ll bring him back.” The guy nearly dropped the glass of whiskey on the rug, that had seen so many dancing shoes, as he spoke. You groaned not wanting to let Bill go.

“Let the boys go. We’ll have fun too.” You felt a hand on your shoulder as the girl, that Bill introduced you to earlier that evening, smiled to you. They were all Bill’s friends and you hardly knew them by their names.

“I’ll be right back.” Bill shouted as his friend dragged him out of the room before he could finish the sentence.

It was short July darkness. The sun dipped lower in the sky. Air became cooler or so it seemed to you when you had a few more drinks in Bill’s absence. You laughed with your new friends, your hazy chatter could be heard over the roar of music. Bill noticed you and came over right when you laughed heartily, which made him smile.

“Hey.” He leaned down and kissed your temple. You looked up at him and smiled as he kissed you sweetly. “Let’s go already.”

“But, Bill, it is just the beginning.” You pouted. 

The sight of you was so adorable he was willing to do anything you’d ask him to do. “Come on, Y/n. It’s late.” He said when you stood up, turning to face him.

“Is your hair wet?” You raised your brow, your smirk remaining and ran your fingers through his hair as his green eyes fixated on you.

“Yeah, we jumped into the pool,” he laughed.

“I didn’t know there was a pool.” You reached for your handbag on the couch before straightening up.

“We neither.” He observed taking your hand in his and making his way towards the exit. You pushed your way through the crowd, saying goodbye to familiar faces on your way. The music escaping from every open window, it reminded now a wild party as the number of people doubled, making it hard to move further. Finally, you went outside, and once you were in the car, you buckled your seatbelt, resting your head against the headrest.

You felt dizzy, the ringing in your ear started to fade away. Your eyes focused on Bill in the driver’s seat, he seemed so much more beautiful from where you looked at him. As you watched him, your imagination bringing up half a dozen scenes you wanted to act out. You fumbled at the hem of your red sundress, riding up your thighs, the dress clutching your body in a way that was sexy and also cute.

Your other hand reached to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his semi-wet hair. He looked at you. “What?” He asked out of curiosity, it surprised you that he hadn’t suggested it yet.

When you smiled a wicked grin appeared on his face, the one that made everyone think of him with a hint of dread at the thought of the crazy clown, but made your knees go weak.

You both leaned in until there was no space left between you and pressed your lips, a kiss was wet and passionate. Bringing your hands to his face, you started leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses over his jaw. You know the feeling when the kiss is just not enough to show how much you love the person? None of it was enough. You craved more.

“Shit,” he cursed, his breathing had suddenly got ragged. His hands making way to your shoulders and squeezing them softly. “What are you doing?”

You sucked on his skin when you reached his neck. “What adults do, Billy.” His fingers traveled from your arms to your sides.

“We can do it in your room. As we always do.” He gulped, clearly fighting the urge to give in.

“We’ll have to wait till my parents are asleep. Guess what, I can’t wait,” it was then you decided to push back your hesitation when his hands suddenly gripped your arms so tightly, stopping you.

“I promised your parents you’d be home by midnight.”

“Perfect timing to remember my parents.” You rolled your eyes, pulling back and adjusting in your seat.

“Don’t be so stubborn, babygirl.” He said, a cocky smirk on his face, starting the car.

You said nothing for a good few minutes. An idea popped in your head, you knew what you were about to do wasn’t a good idea, but you were too horny you couldn’t help yourself.

Pushing the armrest upward, you leaned over and found his ear, sucking and biting behind his ear as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. You reached your hand into his boxers and wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly stroking his length.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He chuckled, he was about to protest, but stopped himself when you slightly squeezed his shaft.

“Don’t mind me, just keep driving.” You watched him as his grip on the wheel tightened.

“I’m gonna crash this damn car.”

“Well, try not to.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaning down. Making yourself comfortable, you parted your lips and drew him into your little mouth, softly sucking. It made him groan deep in his throat as he removed his hand from the wheel and tangled his fingers in your hair.

You slowly worked him inch by inch into your mouth, pushing when he hit the back of your throat and swirling your tongue around the head. Nearly making Bill shout when you gagged around him.

“God- that’s my good fuckin’ girl.” He praised and tightened his grip on your hair. You smiled around his dick and wailed at the need to touch yourself, feeling wetness pool at your core.

He was left speechless when you pushed your head down further, pulling back and off him for a few seconds and repeated it again and again.

You gasped when the car screeched to a halt in the roadside. It’s the middle of the night, Bill’s eyes fighting to stay open and watch you. He pulled you off of him, you licked your lips, your eyes looking at him so innocently.

His fingers pulled your hair back away from your face to make a messy makeshift ponytail as he pulled you closer for a kiss.

Now the car wasn’t moving you hooked one leg over his lap to straddle him, your hands grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself and your back slightly pressed against the wheel.

Now you were in front of him, he looked you over, sizing you up. Your little red sundress, with the way it showed your curves, didn’t leave anything to the imagination.

“What were you thinking when you wore this dress tonight? That I’d fuck you in my car in it?” He whispered, breathing in your scent. “Is that what you imagined?”

You nodded, whimpering softly as his eyes bore into yours.

“Guess what?” He gently captured your chin. “That’s exactly what’s gonna happen.” He turned his gaze to your breasts, running his fingertips over them and kneading them.

“Mhmm, lemme see those.” Not bothering to unhook your bra, his long, skilled fingers gently pushed your bra cups down, your breasts bouncing as they were revealed to him. “Fuck.” You arched your back as his mouth found one of your nipples, moaning into your skin as he sucked and nipped the soft bud. His hands everywhere all over your body, palming your other breast.

“Bill-” You whimpered, not realising that your hips were grinding against his shaft, desperate for some friction.

He noticed and chuckled releasing your breasts after giving them his attention.

“Aren’t you an eager, little thing?” he murmured against your ear before looking up at you. You looked so pretty like that in front of him, with your makeup smudged, a whimpering mess fully ready for him to claim you.

“Alright,” he spoke slowly, reaching down and sliding his fingers up underneath the hem of your dress to reveal the sexy black lacy waistband of your panties.

“Would you look at that…,” he commented, pulling your panties to the side. He trailed two of his fingers up the length of your wet slit, catching on your clit and rubbing slow circles against it. You shuddered and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to muffle your whimper.

Your eyes rolled slightly when he inserted one finger inside your burning core. He curled his finger inside you as he watched you and pumped it at a slow rhythm. He slid his finger back down, almost completely out of you, before pushing it right back in and, all the way back up to the hilt, making you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Harder.”

It was the only thing he heard from you.

He chuckled and added the second finger, thrusting them in harder, sliding into your wetness. You started to thrust your hips forward as his hand came up to your throat.

“Harder, huh?” His hot breath pulsated on your ear, his fingers curling inside you, sending tingles to your clit. He squeezed your throat and you nodded, satisfied that he was finally fulfilling your darkest desires. You kept riding his fingers as if it was his dick.

You breathed heavily through your nose and watched Bill and his dark eyes glued to you. With every touch, you fucked yourself on his fingers closer and closer to toppling over the edge, but it wasn’t enough.

Not expecting from yourself, probably because of the fact that you were too horny to think straight, you actually uttered two words, or groaned. In disappointment.

“Too gentle.”

Before you could register what happened, his hand grabbed your face, his grip so tight you couldn’t open your mouth to answer to him. He’d asked a question in his native language. You wouldn’t have understood a word if there wasn’t a fact that Bill had teached you Swedish a little.

Is it too fuckin’ gentle to you now?

You could feel your blood pumping under your skin, every sound seemed stifled. He slapped you hard across your face, regaining his hold of your face. “Huh?”

In that moment you felt that very familiar heat below your belly. “No,” you shook your head, tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes. Your lips quirked slightly, turning into a smirk. You loved it.

“Good.” He withdrew his fingers out of your pussy, gaining a whine from your lips.

He replaced his fingers with his dick, not giving you a warning, he grabbed your hips and lowered you down on his dick. A strangled gasp came from you. You set a brutal pace, knowing he would cum very quickly. You kept riding him hard, watching his face. His lips were parted, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Oh fuck! Just like that!” You cried. He bucked his hips upward, his knees almost buckling at how warm and wet and tight you were around him.

You kept riding him, not stopping as his release splashed into you. It felt so good, you were so full. Your head rolled back, and you moaned out his name. Then you were cumming, your walls convulsing around him. You rode out your orgasm, watching him panting - just the pure, raw bliss.

He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt. You dropped down onto Bill’s chest. You could feel his heart erratically pumping. After catching your breaths he pulled out of you slowly, looking down between you at the white, thick cum spilling out of you, mixed with your own cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hand coming up to touch your face, you smiling down at his grinning eyes.

“I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven.” He breathed.

You laughed and pinched him lightly before returning to your seat.

“I look so fucked out right now.” You said before reaching to your bag to try and fix your makeup.

“To me you look breathtaking right now, princess,” Bill grinned at you.

You smiled shyly, wiping off the smudged mascara of your face with a tissue.

“Alright, let’s get you home.”

Once you were in your driveway, you leaned in to kiss him. “I’ll be in my room. Awake. I’ll leave the window open.” You whispered, smirking and getting out of the car.

[mwagneto]

1, 30 & 36

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

oh god you're braver than any us marine ok so instead of what everyone expects I'll do a detour and start with the honourable mention that is rdj sherlock, i was super depressed (and I mean like. incredibly so) after sherlock s4 because it just sucked so bad, like i was deadass in ruins and i was trying to find ANYTHING to take my mind off it and by the end of February I watched and read pretty much all Sherlock media there is except for rdj because for some reason I thought it was bad?? but then I noticed the first movie was downloaded on my laptop so I went ok fuck it and watched it on the 26th of February and HOLY SHIT I fell in love with RDJude's dynamic literally immediately their chemistry was so fucking good and the plot and the script and the setting and the music and- point is I fucking loved it so I watched the second movie on the same day and Mother of FUCK it was somehow even better and gayer and sweet Jesus I've been obsessed with them since

NOW onto the real deal, light of my life and my reason for living....Rocketman

Jesus Christ I don't think I've ever been this hyped for a movie in my life

I saw the first trailer on November 11th but I wasn't into it at all mainly because I saw it in theaters and they played the censored version and made it look like some het movie about an imaginary person

But then I saw it trending when the second trailer came out and I scrolled through the trending tag and watched the trailer and boy I was HOOKED

And holy fuck the wait was Agonising especially since the fandom on here consisted of like. Me and 3 or 4 other people and then some ppl who didn't post but reblogged stuff - point is the fandom just. Didn't Exist

By the time carpool came out there were a bit more but still basically nothing, hell in my desperation I even looked at stan tw*tter a few times but I regretted it each time and thankfully I don't remember anything specific

But anywayS so the movie is supposed to come out on the 31st of May but for some reason they release it on the 18th in the UK and then turns out it won't come out until the 5th of June here???

I was so fucking mad my friend and I literally almost went to Wien to watch it

Worst of all, the big cinema chain that's in my city didn't even put the tickets out

And when they did they only put them out for Thursday and only the dubbed version

Which, ew, but I was like I don't care I'll take what I can get

But THEN I went into the city one Saturday and I was just riding the tram listening to the soundtrack when in passing I saw a theater that had a big ass Rocketman sign on the front

It was literally like a 0.1 second glimpse because the tram was going fast but I immediately went rabid and found it online and turns out not only were they showing Rocketman on the 5th of June, they also have the original English version

So I booked two tickets immediately and waited because I still wasn't sure the usual cinema wouldn't put their tickets out

So I stayed up every night until midnight to see if there were tickets but No

Finally they put them out on Tuesday midnight so a day before it's supposed to be released but only for Thursday so I was like ok fuck you I'm going to the other one

Oh yeah by this point I've been logged off Tumblr for weeks because i didn't want spoilers so I didn't have Any Rocketman content at all, I didn't even dare to look at YouTube videos or anything because I was scared the recommended section would spoil me

So yeah I was absolutely content deprived

Fucking FINALLY the 5th of June rolls around and we get to the theater and wait for it to start and jesus fukingn

I'm gonna be honest I literally don't even remember much because I was so high on "oh my fucking god I'm finally watching it" but holy SHIT IT WAS JUST. SO GOOD.

I do remember a few things

I know I screamed out loud when Richard first appeared during crocodile rock (even tho I knew he was gonna be there at some point but it was still so sudden I fuckin lost it)

Also I held my friend's hands during tiny dancer like my life depended on it skdnd

And I've told this story a million times but tmttp shocked the soul out of me coz I knew what it meant scene wise and I didn't think they'd play it so fuckign early skmfsk I had like a full body convulsion and drew my hands back and my calf muscle cramped so hard it hurt for a whole week afterwards

anyway I didn't cry

somehow

I thought I'd be sobbing like mad but I didn't and I still haven't

Idk for some reason I just can't cry over this even tho I SHOULD and I want to

my friend did sjsnfjd

we were fucking. spent dude I don't think I stopped smiling until I fell asleep

Anyway after she somewhat finished crying and we exchanged a few words we somehow got up from our seats and left

She had to print a few things so we walked to a photocopier and talked about the movie but it wasn't anything more coherent than just verbal keysmashes

Literally it was so smfjsjjdsjdn i felt high

I was so fucking HAPPY bro it was so fucking good and everything I expected and way more like we were over the fucking moon

I brought food coz I like to eat during movies but I didn't even dare to look away from the screen during this one

While she got her printing sorted I logged back into Tumblr and checked the tags (they were still disappointingly empty😔)

We then went to a park near the tram and ate the food I brought and talked abt the movie till it got dark at which point we headed for the train and talked there some more before she had to get off at her stop

I spent the rest of the ride smiling like an idiot listening to the soundtrack and texting her & other people

I went for a bit of a walk on the mountain I live on to clear my head but I was literally so happy and giddy I couldn't stop smiling hhh I'm losing it just thinking about all the stuff I felt

By that point I was super low and empty coz of school stuff and irl stuff so to feel so many emotions after months of feeling absolutely nothing was a LOT

Anyway I got home by...idk, late, and blasted the soundtrack on full volume for a while before booking her and myself tickets for Thursday so we could watch it again

And we did

And it was just as amazing as the first time

And then on impulse I watched it again on Friday

And then I went to watch it again on Saturday and as soon as it ended I ran to a nearby theater and watched it again immediately

Then again on Wednesday

After watching it on the 5th I lost my appetite both for food and for water, and also my need for sleep, so until I gained it back after watching it next Wednesday I basically didn't eat, drink or sleep for an entire week but it didn't take a toll on me, somehow

The Rocketman power

Anyway we watched it again on Saturday and Sunday (the girl I mentioned came with me both times then and on Saturday so did another girl)

And then I had exams, a class trip and a family vacation so I couldn't watch it for an agonizing two weeks

but then finally watched it again on the 3rd of July with another friend (a 3rd one)

And then on the 6th of July with the original girl

And then on the 7th and the 9th at home alone and them on the 12th with yet another friend (4th one)

Then I went to watch it in theaters alone again on the 18th

And then one more time with the first girl on the 24th

Then on the 3rd of August alone

And then the first girl came over on the 9th of August and we watched the deleted scenes and the extras and then the extended movie

Then I was once again busy so I couldn't watch it until the 25th

And I took my laptop to the hotel I'm staying at for two weeks rn so I watched it here on the 30th

And now here we are

Jesus fucking Christ I'm so sorry for making you read all this

This took me like an hour to type

Anyway! Peace and thanks for asking skdmsmcmsmmd

30: Talk about what turns you off.

I don't have any turnons or turnoffs tbh skdndn I'm. not about that sorta stuff

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

sometimes I hateread awful old fanfics on Wattpad because they make me wanna die but like in a good way

[dispatchvampire]

Out Go The Lights

Pairing - Steve Rogers x OC, 

Warnings: Some swearing, minor violence, nothing terrible

Summary: Clint and Delilah go to a haunted house within a haunted house. Shenanigans ensue. It’s amusing and traumatic for everyone. 

A/N: This is part of the Slow Burn series, and in the same universe as Brighter Than the Sun. It’s out of order but I wanted to share it because of Halloween. 

“Come on, HP. You know you wanna go. It’ll be fun.” She kicked her bare legs over the side of the table like a small child with her well-loved canvas shoes barely hanging on to her toes. It wasn’t really shorts and tank top weather, but then, it wasn’t like Delilah got cold, either. She reclined on the empty workbench across from her friend, watching him painstakingly assemble some part for his Iron Man suit. 

Tony pushed his welding goggles up his forehead with a disapproving frown. “Oh yeah, absolutely. Random people jumping out at me and yelling. Not at all flashback inducing or bad. Not to mention it’s a haunted house within a haunted house. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

The Junior League Haunted House was an annual charity event to raise money for Toys for Tots as well as their ongoing youth initiatives. From all accounts it was one of the most fun haunted houses in the city. The fact that it was in a building that dated back to almost the Victorian period and was rumored to have its share of spooks and specters was just a bonus. 

Now it was her turn to frown. “Since when do you believe in ghosts?”

“Let’s just say I don’t not believe and leave it at that, can we?” He readjusted the equipment in front of him and cocked his head as he looked it over. “I would have thought Capsicle would take you. He seems like he’d be into that kind of thing.” 

“Steve…” she rolled her gaze toward the ceiling as she considered how to phrase her thoughts. “He doesn’t quite see the point of going to a haunted house and I’m still working on having him wear a costume to your party, so I need to pick my battles. Not to mention the whole ‘people leaping out at him’ thing might be a bad deal.”

“See? It’s not just me!” Tony crowed triumphantly with his welding torch held aloft over his head. 

“Boss, Agent Barton is outside, shall I let him in?”

Tony nodded and flipped his welding helmet down. “Yes please do, FRIDAY. Especially if it means an end to this tedious conversation.”

“God, you’re such a child. It’ll be fun. I think you’re allergic to fun.”

“It’s not my fault your idea of fun is both dull and trite.” 

The glass doors to Tony’s lab whispered opened behind her, and in strolled Clint in a vintage Dokken shirt with cutoff sleeves over a pair of jeans that was more shreds than actual denim and his armguard. He winked as he passed her by on his way to the workbench where Tony was modifying a different part of his suit. 

“Yeah… so those new explosive arrowheads you wanted me to test?” The way he cringed when he spoke had the engineer powering down his arc-welder and giving the man his full attention.

“How bad?” he asked as he raised his helmet again.

“More sparkler on the Fourth of July, less ‘Death from Above’.” Clint pulled a box from the threadbare pocket of his jeans and slid them gingerly across the table toward Tony. 

Her dark-haired friend stared at the box for a long moment before heaving a sigh and dropping his face shield back into place. “Okay. I’ll add them to my list of shit to do in the relatively near future.”

The blond beamed as he slapped him on the arm. “Thanks man.” 

“Can I get a light?” Tony held up his welding torch in Delilah’s direction. She’d taken to lighting it for him when they worked on her brace and cane, prior to the nanite installation. He’d helped her so much, it was really the least she could do. 

She hopped off the table and lit him up with a flick of her fingers. “Only because I love you.” She slapped his ass before wandering across the room to the fridge for a bottle of water. 

“Buttering me up isn’t going to make me go, Hotstuff.” He looked over his shoulder in her direction and even though she couldn’t see his face, she could hear his smirk. 

Amused by their interaction, Clint hopped up on the table where she’d been sitting, effectively stealing her spot. “Where are you trying to drag him?” 

She sighed dramatically and cracked open her beverage. “I got two tickets to the Junior League Haunted House and Nervous Nellie over there won’t go with me.” Delilah couldn’t help the pout that followed that sentence. It had been a while since she and Tony had hung out outside of him making her gear and she missed his cranky butt. 

The archer’s big blue eyes lit up the moment she said ‘haunted house’. “Ooooh, the one inside the actual haunted house?”

Dee nodded eagerly. “Yeah! It’s supposed to be great. I figured we could make a night of it.”

“Cap doesn’t want to take you?” 

Her lips pursed as she thought about her conversation with her boyfriend. “Yeah, he’s not really into it. He’d go, but he doesn’t really see the point. Plus the moment someone jumped out at him, he probably wouldn’t react well.” 

Clint blinked several times as his eyes unfocused imagining just such a scenario. “Yeah, probably for the best.” 

“Uh huh.”

“I’ll go,” he offered with a nonchalant one-shoulder shrug. 

“Really?” She was practically bouncing on her toes in glee. 

“Sure! Phil’s off on a mission, so we’ll hang out. It’ll be great.” 

“Fantastic, I’m glad that’s settled. Now both of you, get the hell out of my lab!” 

Tony was on the receiving end of one stuck-out tongue and one obscene hand gesture as they left. 

“He’s a spoilsport.”

“Allergic to fun, I’m telling you.” 

********************************************

The ride uptown was pretty quick, just a couple subway stops before they were out on the street and headed to their destination. 

Delilah had changed into more appropriate outdoor attire of a white cable-knit sweater, corduroy skirt, and black riding boots. Steve had been very appreciative of the look before they left. Clint had opted for a faded green henley that showed off his muscular chest and arms over the jeans. Dee promised Tasha she’d defend his virtue if she had to. 

The line to get into the three story Queen Anne Victorian mansion wasn’t too bad for mid season. It helped that Dee’d already scored the tickets, but still, they didn’t have to spend the evening fending off the cold. 

The ground floor was opulence defined. Persian rugs, dark wood paneling, imposingly large chandeliers, the works. It was straight out of a Hollywood backlot period piece. Only she got the feeling most of what she was seeing was, in fact, the real deal. Their journey started when they mounted the stairs, passing out of the well-lit parlor and into the daunting blackness of the second floor. 

“You wanna hold hands?” Clint whispered. She’d felt the heat of him moving a bit closer to her, though she wasn’t sure if it was for his protection or hers. 

She snorted, her eyes moving as she heard a noise coming from the darkness on her right. “I’m good, bud. You?” They were the only two in their group and the further they made it down the hall, the more oppressive the feeling around them became. 

The archer straightened away from her and squared his shoulders. “Nah, I’m—fuck me running with a chainsaw!” he squealed and jumped behind her as the door at the end of the hallway shot open, revealing a neon-lit corpse approaching them, head in hand. 

“Okay, that’s bad.” The ‘ghost’ moved pretty spryly for someone whose eyeballs were now waist-high, and the attention to detail and realism was disgustingly impressive. 

The ‘spectre’ shrieked and ran at them, chasing them until they rounded a corner, at which point, Dee and Clint paused for a minor hysterical freakout breather. “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday,” she huffed out between pants. “You were saying?” She couldn’t resist tweaking him just a bit, just because. 

“Oh whatever, dude.” He took her hand decisively, almost like he dared her to say something else. 

They walked for a bit, hearing noises and footsteps, seeing things move out of the corners of their eyes, feeling people in the darkness move closer to them and then away again. It was a very creepy vibe and they were both winding up for the next jump-scare. 

“That was a pretty high-pitched scream for an assassin,” she mused softly as they neared another door. 

The growl next to her was totally worth it. “It wasn’t a scream and let us never speak of it again.” 

“Fair enough,” she agreed magnanimously. When nothing jumped from behind the door, she held it open for him with her hand out. “Shall we?”

The darkness of the hallway gave way to a weirdly lit funhouse area with strangely patterned walls and floors and a strobe light that was almost nauseating to observe. An agonized wail drew their attention to the corner of the room where a person dressed in a white clown suit with crazy red hair and a rictus grin painted on his neon white face was pulling the intestines out of a woman strapped to a table. It was disturbing as he looked over his shoulder and noticed them, running at them with the innards in his hands. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” Dee pulled her friend along behind her surprisingly quickly for someone with a limp until they made it to the next room. The performer got a lot closer a lot faster than she would have preferred. 

“That was interesting.” He sounded amused, like he knew they were even now and had no problem rubbing it in. 

“No goddamn clowns,” she muttered darkly. 

Clint picked up her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles as he exhaled a quick laugh. “Noted.”

The next couple scares got even closer still, with each performer chasing them, and they were only just able to flee to safety. It was an adrenaline rush and a half, but even then, her feeling of oppression--like something bad was about to happen--never left her. 

“They’re not allowed to touch you, right?” Clint asked as they mounted the stairs to the third floor. 

“I wouldn’t think so,” she answered, though her tone said she wasn’t quite as sure as her answer would indicate. 

The feeling of unease that had beset her the moment she walked in the building was now a buzz in her head, an itch just out of reach, and only getting stronger. It was almost enough for her to want to mention it to Clint, but she knew he’d laugh at her and then she’d have to kick him in the shins again. It was too much effort. 

They left the stairwell and were immediately enveloped in a kind of darkness that qualified as sensory deprivation. No sound other than their breathing and her heart in her ears, they walked along a path indicted by a rope on one side, with Clint in the lead. Delilah wasn’t happy about bringing up the rear, but given that they were a party of two, her options were minimal. 

From the corner of her eye, a white light drew her attention and brought her to a halt. It was across the room, and bobbing around, but it was clear as day. 

“You see that?” she murmured, as she tapped his hand. As soon as the words left her mouth the light cut out. 

“See what?” 

Hell. “Nevermind.” It wasn’t something she felt like explaining but as they walked along, she knew they weren’t as alone as it seemed. The lights appeared and disappeared again a couple times, dancing closer each time before winking out and since Clint didn’t bring them up, she didn’t either. 

It felt like they’d been walking forever in the darkness and the suspense was unbearable, but then it happened. 

A hand gripped her wrist firmly and she snapped. Shrieking high enough to make glass vibrate, she yanked her wrist toward her body and used the momentum to smash the person who grabbed her in the face with her fist at least three times that she could tell. When the scare happened, with an airhorn going off loudly all around them as the lights blazed to life suddenly, what Clint saw had him doubled over in laughter. 

Delilah stood over her victim, victorious as she kept a foot on his chest, hands up like she’d learned in training. Natasha would be so proud. The kid on the floor would have been rolling around in pain, but the blood flowing out of his nose and down his cheeks when he pulled up his black faceless mask said everything his moans of pain couldn’t. 

“Jesus, lady!”

All at once she came back to herself, realizing where she was and what was going on. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! You shouldn’t have touched me, but I’m so sorry! Holy shit! I’m so sorry…” she repeated it as she gingerly removed her foot from his chest and took a step back. 

“Easy, killer.” Clint, wiping mirthful tears from his cheeks, leaned over and helped the kid to his feet, breaking into giggles as the young man in the black bodysuit’s legs crumpled underneath him. “She really rung your bell, huh, kid?”

“That wasn’t supposed to happen!” the teenager whined as another performer came through to see what the ruckus was about. As the archer handed him off to his coworker, his blackened eyes widened comically. “Holy shit! You’re Hawkeye!”

Clint was at her side in an instant later. “Time to go.”

Dee couldn’t agree more, doing her best to keep up with his quick pace as he squired her out of the room and on to the next scene. And if she happened to hear a snickering giggle coming from an empty corner of the room right before they left, well, that was between her and the wall. 

The scenes after that were tame to the point of being mundane. Apparently when you pummel a performer, word travels quickly. By the time they made it outside, they were greeted by a small crowd that had gathered around the ambulance and the police car at the front of the mansion. 

Clint’s lips twitched, but wisely he kept quiet. Hoping for a quick and discreet exit, they left the grounds and headed in the opposite direction of the way they came. “We’ll get an Uber,” he told her as they crossed the street away from the scene of the crime. 

“No need,” a voice behind them called, bringing both of them to screeching halt. They turned slowly to see the grinning face of one Tony Stark, looking like a cool suburban dad in his leather jacket and trendy jeans that cost more than most of the cars parked on the street, strolling up to them looking like he was having the time of his life. “How’s it goin’, Boom Boom? Though ‘First Punch Ford’ has a nice ring to it. Maybe ‘The Schenectady Steamroller’? No? ‘Midtown Mauler’, then?”

The nicknames broke Clint, and it was all she could do to keep him upright and off the sidewalk as he dissolved into a heap of gasping, sloppy giggles. 

“He shouldn’t’ve touched me,” she offered defensively. She was horrified that she’d hit a performer, but he was actually pretty lucky she’d only punched him. A few times.

“Uh huh. Pretty sure he’s not going to be seeing or touching anyone else for the next couple days. Go you!” Tony linked his arm with hers, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to her temple as he led them down the sidewalk to the waiting black Mercedes with Happy and Steve both leaning against it with matching crossed arms and disappointed looks. Over his shoulder, he yelled down the block, “Catch up, Legolas! Let’s go get some tacos.”

Happy opened the back door and Delilah folded herself into one of the seats. She was followed by Tony and Clint, whose eyes were so red, it looked like he’d been binge watching ‘This Is Us’. Last but not least was the love of her life, Steve, in his brown bomber jacket and jeans that really magnified the national treasure that is his ass. He had The Look™ and she shuddered to imagine the lecture she had coming her way.

The ride to the taqueria was filled with Clint’s highly embellished debrief of their adventure in the haunted mansion, right down to the sound effects. Surprisingly enough, he left out the part about him screaming like a banshee at the headless corpse. By the time they rolled up to the restaurant, all the guys were laughing and she was left with a flaming blush and a smile made entirely of rue. 

Delilah got out of the car last, taking Steve’s hand as she emerged on the sidewalk. So far he hadn’t really said too much too her, and she was honestly mortified. She would never want to embarrass him with her actions and this totally qualified. Pausing on the sidewalk just outside the doors to the restaurant, she turned to her boyfriend. “Look, babe—” 

He slung an arm around her shoulders, drawing her to his side and kissing her forehead, effectively silencing her. “So…” he gazed down at her with laughing eyes and the most affectionate smile she’d ever seen. “You were the one worried about my reactions, huh, Sugar Ray?”

The nickname brought an unbidden bark of laughter to her lips as she lightly slapped his chest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, chuckles.”

His beautifully perfect face wrinkled up into a shit-eating grin as he grabbed the door with his free hand. “Don’t mind if I do… slugger.”

[tyrantisterror]

Thoughts on Song For Spider-Man

Remember that Song of Spider-Man book I bought a while back?  The tell-all book by the co-writer of Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark?  The one that I hoped would be what I’ve wanted since news of that play’s disastrous production started - i.e. an in depth explanation and analysis of the production, detailing every creative decision and disastrous misstep?

Well, it’s not quite that, unfortunately.  It’s more of a new piece of the Turn Off the Dark puzzle, rather than completed puzzle that I’ve been looking for.  The world has yet to produce the exhaustive documentary on that musical that I crave.  But as puzzle pieces go, it is a fairly large and enlightening one, albeit one that’s also deeply biased.  It’s the story of a disaster from the perspective of one of the key players in that disaster, and, as you’d expect, is full of “this wasn’t my fault!” explanations and pleas of ignorance.  I don’t know how much you can trust the narrative, even though (and honestly, because) it’s an enthralling and emotionally gripping read.

The biggest disappointment about the book for me is that it doesn’t go very deep into the creative journey of the musical, which is the aspect I’m most interested in.  Instead it focuses more on the managerial aspects of it, which is admittedly where the drama is.  There’s money woes, conflicts of personality, miscommunication, backstabbing, and negligence that leads to a lot of good people getting hurt - the juicy gossipy shit that drew most people in.  As trainwrecks go it’s pretty compelling stuff, and the author uses the benefit of hindsight to foreshadow eventual dooms well in advance.

It’s a fun read and sheds some light on how that infamously troubled production became “a machine that teaches humility,” but it’s not the whole story, and as such my lust for the ultimate Turn off the Dark autopsy remains unsated.

Some scattered notes:

Julie Taymor was really only in this to tell the story of Arachne, and in fact was only sold on the idea when one of the producers showed her a page of a Spider-Man comic that mentioned the myth.  The Arachne character and plotline was what ultimately got Julie fired, because not only did it shift focus from Spider-Man to an obscure Greek mythological character, but it also was built upon the musical’s worst songs AND required the most complicated set piece that no one could figure out how to accomplish, and yet Julie refused to let it go.

Incidentally, I’m nerdy enough to recognize from the brief description given in this book which Spider-Man comic the Arachne reference came from.  It was Ultimate Spider-Man #1, and is made by Norman Osborn, who in the context of that comic is presented as a pretentious ass who uses bullshit philosophy to cover up his delusions of grandeur.  There’s a bit of irony here is what I’m saying.

Another “oh god I AM a nerd” moment the book made me have: the writer claims that Green Goblin has used his goblin glider since his first appearance, but, um, ACTUALLY Green Goblin used a flying broomstick in his first few outings, and didn’t get the goblin glider until later.  I remember this fact because it was in the Complete Guide to Spider-Man book I got when I was thirteen, and because the picture of the Green Goblin riding a mechanical jet-powered broomstick was delightfully stupid.

The above two facts are why I desperately want to know more about the creative process of this play - on the one hand, it has some obscure elements of the Spider-Man comics in it, like Swarm, the nazi-made-out-of-bees supervillain.  On the other, it fucks up key aspects of the story, like having Uncle Ben get killed in a car crash that has nothing to do with Peter Parker whatsoever.

One of the things I gleaned was that most of the people involved - Julie Taymor, Bono, and the Edge specifically - seemed far more familiar withe the Sam Raimi movies than the comics, and also seemed more interested in their vague notion of what a superhero means rather than any actual pre-existing superhero story.  There’s an air of condescension towards the source material, but I’m not sure how much of that is my own biased assumptions at work, the author’s definite bias, or an actually true analysis of the creative team.  Again, I want a deeper look at what they were thinking!

One part of the creative process that was explained in an illuminating way regarded the music.  Apparently, part of Bono’s process in songwriting involves him writing lyrics in “Bonoglese,” where the lyrics are just random words and Seussian things that sound vaguely like words but are actually nonsense, all mixed together in a way that does make a coherent thought at all.  This explains why the lyrics in Turn Off the Dark’s songs are either instantly forgettable (and by that I mean you forget what the words were literally one second after they are sung) or, when memorable, are just... really bad, forced attempts at rhymes.

At one point Julie, Bono, the Edge, and the other writer agreed that they weren’t trying to make a musical so much as a “rock and roll circus experience,” which, y’know, is accurate.

The guy they got to replace Julie as director was actually FROM a circus.  That’s not a joke, he literally directed a bunch of different circus shows, including ones with live animals and shit.  So in some way an aspect of the original artistic vision remained.

As much as I love to make fun of this horrible show, reading the book did inspire some compassion in me.  These people were all passionately dedicated to a very grand artistic vision, and they accomplished a lot of stuff that has never been tried in theater before.  While a lot of horrible failures occurred, the amount of stuff they got right is still pretty notable, and a part of me wished they could find a way to make it work.

I felt especially bad when the book gets to the initial fan-reaction early in the musical’s production process, where I realized that the fan’s initial criticisms of the musical’s concepts did look kind of shallow and petty.  I felt like a bit of a jerk for a moment.

Then another part of me remembered that the one song Julie Taymor refused to cut, comparing the demand for its excision to having a mastectomy, was the song where Arachne tells her minions to go buy her hundreds of shoes so she can seduce Peter Parker, because lol women love shoe shopping and if they had eight legs they’d love it even more AMIRITE?  So, y’know, guilt rescinded, we were right to be skeptical.

That said, I am legitimately pissed that the producers adamantly refused to tape a single recording of the first version of Turn Off the Dark, aka Spider-Man 1.0, aka Julie Taymor’s (approximate) vision.  Julie herself begged them to do so before and after she was fired and they didn’t listen and that sucks.  I mean, it sounds like a trainwreck of a show, but it’s a trainwreck that’s BROADWAY HISTORY.  It should be preserved!  It belongs in a museum!

The tell-all book draws an obvious parallel between the relationship of Arachne (the brilliant and misunderstood but also megalomaniacal and controlling artist) and Spider-Man (the geeky young man who suddenly has great power and responsibility thrust onto him by the aforementioned older female artist, who he also has the hots for) and the relationship of Julie Taymor and himself.  It’s pretty clever but also, like, a huge dick move since it implies Julie Taymor is a tragic villain that the author was forced to destroy just like Spider-Man is forced to destroy Arachne.  Good writing, sure, but fucked up man.

“Spider-Man was not a musical, but rather a machine built to teach humility.”  A fuckin’ excellent description, even if the account of that machine’s creation is pretty heavily biased.

[roman-lynn-blog]

Bros Helping Bros (Rewind) || Anderlynn

Where: The Smythe Residence When: July 28, 2018, evening Warnings: Blowjobs (NSFW), Slutty Roman Word Count: 1563 

Roman in italics, Darius in bold

@sshardassanderson​

After a number of accomplished sexual conquests, Dare allowed himself to go unhinged with the alcohol. He’d hammered away at the table for well over an hour and a half until he was sufficiently shit faced. He stumbled around the party, dancing, eye fucking men and women with reckless abandon, letting people feel up his muscles and flexing upon request. So it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise when he literally ran into Roman, his empty beer can crushing up in his hand. “Haaaay Rome! You having fun???”

Roman wasn't half as drunk as Darius seemed to be when he stumbled upon him. He'd only been able to sneak a few drinks in here or there between lays, but his mind was still hazy, much attributed to the joint he had smoked with Bria earlier in the pool. Clapping Darius on the back, Roman smiled, eyeing him up and down. Darius looked sinful and Roman wanted him. "Heyyy, D.". Roman bit his lip and moved into Darius' space. "How's it hangin'?", he asked, his hand squeezing at Darius through his jeans.

Roman smelled a bit like weed and Dare about pouted that he hadn’t been offered a smoke earlier. Though weed breath might’ve not gone along well with how many people he went down on today. He moved in closer to Roman and smirked like the devil he was, nearly straddling Ro’s thigh. “Hanging pretty hard if you asked me...” Dare murmured, taking a second to nip at Roman’s jaw. “Is that a gun in your pants, or should we go find a fuckin room?”

Roman laughed at Darius' stupid joke, copping it up to the Anderson charm, as he stroked at Darius' cock. He continued to eye him up, his free hand running over his abs. "I definitely think that a room is needed, unless you're about to drop trou right here for all these people to see." Roman licked his lip and popped the button on Darius' jeans, a gleam in his eyes. "Oops"

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted it right here...” Dare laughed, glancing behind him and into the house, seeing a vacant room. He gestured for Roman to follow and led him wordlessly into the house and in the open room. Smaller than the rest, but what the fuck did that matter. Once inside, a Dare took matters into his own hands, pulling Roman in close, pressing their lips together. Intimacy wasn’t super common in these setups but he figured, what the hell. Roman was hot. He was hot. He wanted to make out a little. “Hm...” He pulled back briefly. “I think I should drop alright.”

Roman had already had fucked in public once already tonight, still riding the high from his encounter with Bria. He honestly wouldn't have minded dropping to his knees for Darius at this point, his mouth practically watering at the idea. "You wouldn't be wrong", he whispered against Dare's ear, before pulling away and following him through the house and into an empty room. He pressed his lips against the other man's eagerly, his hands raking over his chest.  "Then drop, D."

Dare didn’t typically sub for guys, but what the hell difference did this make? He’d sucked dick in all kinds of position and right now, the thought of it had him itching to get Roman out of those fucking swim trunks. It was doing nothing to hide the tenting bulge and he wanted to get his mouth around it. But he pulled Roman in close by his hips and kissed him like a desperate schoolgirl, nipping and sucking, feeling up the toned abdominal muscles until he was fairly hard too. But as promised, Dare eventually drew away. He kissed down Roman’s torso, getting to his hips and loosening the trunks enough to pull them down to his ankles. Fuck, what a dick Dare’s liquor addled brain supplied as though it were the first time he’d seen it. “Better remember this one, Ro.” Dare muttered as he gripped the shaft with a firm hand, mouthing over the head and teasing the slit of Roman’s dick with his tongue.

Roman desperately cling to Darius’ chest, laughing into the kiss. He and Dare fooled around sometimes, mostly  sucking the other man off or letting him fuck him. This was a new one for Roman, and he wasn’t going to throw it away just because they were in some state of inebriation. Once his trunks were pulled down, his dick standing at attention, Roman’s eyes got wide. “Fuck, D”, he groaned out, unable to stop himself from threading his fingers through his hair.

Dare had barely started and Ro was already grabbing onto his hair. The idea of shaving it had gone out the window today after how many of his encounters had gripped at the curls like a lifeline. He inched closer, mouth like a seal around his friend’s dick and tongue caressing the underside like it was a treasure he needed to cherish. Dare took him deeper, relaxing his throat until Ro was basically hitting the back. He drew back slowly, then forward suddenly again, finding an easy, bobbing rhythm, occasionally glancing up at Roman to enjoy him unfolding.

Roman had never experienced Darius like this before, this unhinged, careless guy who’d drop to his knees willingly.  It was a change from the usual power top persona that he usually fooled around with. Roman was more turned on by the change in dynamics than he had initially thought. He stopped himself from fucking into Dare’s throat, one hand gripping at his hair and the other clinging to the bed. He watched as Dare bobbed back and forth on his dick, his mouth agape. “Fuck, you’re good at this”, he breathed out

Dare would’ve encouraged a little mouth fucking if he’d been slightly less intoxicated, but all of his focus was solely on not getting sloppy. His tongue ravished Roman’s dick like a fucking delicacy, raking along the shaft and underside mouthing at the head. He took him deep and hard, and every so often met his eyes, daring him to come, to enjoy the opportunity to use him to his full extent while he offered it.

Roman clenched his jaw, feeling the onset of his orgasm, starting at his toes. His toes curled and he felt a stirring in his groin as he allowed to Dare to lave at his deck. His breathing shortened and he tightened his grip on Dare’s hair as his orgasm hit him. “Fuck..” he mumbled following his friend’s name.

Dare kept up his pace, a free hand reaching behind Roman and grabbing his ass and taking his dick down as deep as he could go. Within a few moments he felt the release hit the back of his throat and somehow got it through his liquored brain to relax and swallow, licking along the shaft until he was sure everything was gone and he’d started to soften. Dare pulled off and smirked up at his best friend. “Maybe it you’re gonna be this eager I can do this again.”

Roman had a hard time catching his breath, leaning back against the bed a hand across his forehead. He was sweating and his dick felt like it was on it's last leg, he'd been with a handful of people already and he wasn't gonna have too many rounds left in him. He laughed playfully at Dare's offer and shook his head, "You know I'm down for that. Always." He glanced down at Dare, smile still on his face, "Need me to take care of you?"

Dare finally got back up onto his feet, knees feeling like absolute shit. Was this what it was like to be old? Jesus. Dare laughed. “God, for as hot as that would be, I don’t think I could get it up, even for you. I’ve had sex with like nine people, my dick is done. Over. There’s one sperm left and I think he’s alone and scared. But...” He leaned over and pressed his lips to Roman’s. “Raincheck?”

Roman rolled his eyes, a slight pout playing at his lips. He didn’t mind not reciprocating, but he couldn’t deny his slight disappointment. He turned his back to Dare, following their kiss, pressing his ass into the other man’s front as he pulled his swim trunks up onto his hips. He couldn’t help but tease his friend, sure that he would keep his promise. “Rain check.” , he said with a playful lilt in his voice.

Dare groaned outwardly, his dick giving him away to a very slight, almost painful chub. “Uggghh, you’re an asshole.” He grabbed at Rome’s hip and lightly nipped at his neck. “When my dick falls off this is gonna be all your fault.”

Roman turned his head back towards Dare, throwing him a wink over his shoulder. He was flirty when he was drunk and when Dare was up to it, a little bit slutty. “A little jealous of those other nine people.” Roman said softly, “but I’ve got my work cut out for me if I’m going to catch up to you.” With that, Roman took a few strides towards the door, one hand on the door knob, turning back for one last look at Darius and his half chub. “See ya later”

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 2

Dinner was a success; Jim had three helpings. After that Beth and he sat and talked and watched some TV. Jim was amazed by the freaks on the local access station. Around 11:30, Julie came back home. Apparently, her meeting had gone well. She opened a bottle of wine which they all polished off without any problem. "Well, I'm going off to bed. Try not to wake me when you come in," she said to his sister. Jim wished he could climb into bed with luscious Julie; she was like a wet dream. "OK, Julie, I'll be in in a few minutes anyway." "See you tomorrow, Jim." Julie said as she sauntered through the door to her bedroom. "Night, Julie." Beth cleaned up the wine glasses and showed him how the remote worked before she left him for the evening. "I'm really glad you came, Jim. I'm glad I left home but not seeing you has been the hardest..anyway, we're gonna have a blast while you're here. If you get up before me, there's some cereal over top of the fridge." "OK, Beth, thanks for everything." He kissed her on the cheek and she went into the bedroom she'd be sharing with Julie.

After watching all of the Conan O'Brien show, Jim turned the TV off. Back in Iowa, he'd have already been asleep way before Conan even came on but his body still thought it was only 11 o'clock. He rummaged through some magazines on the coffee table but they were all women magazines. His eyes lit on the stereo cabinet to the left of the TV. A pair of headphones lay on the shelf in front of a row of CDs. "Tunes," he muttered as he got up and opened the glass doors of the cabinet and looked at the CDs. As he stood there with hands on his knees, he heard faint sounds coming from the door to the bedroom that the girls were sharing. It was only a few feet away. Curiously, he edged closer to the door. The sounds kept coming, fainter and then more loudly like they were talking or had a TV on. Julie had gone to bed over two hours ago but it sounded as if she or both of them were still up. While he had been watching TV, Jim had been turning over things that seemed strange in his mind. The unused looking bathroom in his room was the most titillating. The only explanation, beyond his sister scrubbing the inside of the medicine cabinet clean, was that the bathroom really was unused. That would mean that his sister used Julie's bathroom which would let one imagine that maybe his sister also stayed in Julie's room even before he'd come to visit. And maybe they did more than sleep in that bed! As quietly as he could, he pressed his ear against the door. The sounds got clearer but they didn't sound like words. In fact, he thought they sounded like moans! 'God dammit!' Jim thought as he continued to listen. 'I bet Julie turned Beth into a fuckin' lesbo!' The thought of Julie eating out his sister or Beth sucking on Julie's melon-like knockers made Jim hornier than he'd already been. Still, he'd like to be sure. He didn't want to try the door; the light on in the livingroom would give him away and he remembered that the bed was situated so that he'd have to stick his whole head in to peek around the door. That was a definite no go. 'Maybe there's a skylight,' Jim thought. He hadn't noticed before but the other bedroom had one. Jim quietly walked through the livingroom, turning off the lamp by the couch as he went. He went up the couple of stairs to the dining area and opened the sliding door onto the balcony. A quick look either way and he found what he was looking for. There was an access ladder that ran to the roof; the building's owner had enclosed the front surface of the ladder in a locked metal box to keep tenants off the roof. Still, it won't offer much of a barrier to Jim. He moved to it and gripped the outside of the ladder as high up as he could. He brought his feet up and pushed them against the side of the ladder box. He pushed his body up, reached higher on the ladder, brought his feet up again. Like a mountain climber, he shimmied the metal column until he could pull himself onto the roof. Sure enough there was a skylight over Julie's bedroom. Jim cautiously moved over to it, hoping that his movement would not be heard below. Finally reaching his goal, he looked down into the bedroom. The bedroom was not entirely dark. Candles were burning on both of the bedside tables and their flickering light let Jim see all he wanted. And what he saw made him suck in his breath. Elizabeth was spreadeagled on the bed with tall Julie practically covering her from his sight. All he could see of his sister were her face, arms and legs. Julie was naked except for a thong; he could see a large band around her waist and one connecting with it that disappeared in her asscheeks. Julie was kissing Elizabeth's neck and her right hand was between their bodies, down low near Elizabeth's crotch. 'Jesus...I knew it! I knew it!' Jim thought as he broke out in a big grin. Jim's eyes drank in the back of Julie's superb body. Long, powerful legs.... round, firm ass.....a strong back that looked almost etched; she had the body of one of those bodybuilding

magazine covergirls. Julie shifted her body to the side for a second and Jim caught a glimpse of the outside swell of one of her huge knockers as it mashed against his sister's torso. 'Those got to be fakes,' Jim swore. 'God couldn't make a rounder pair than those.' As he watched Julie's hand moved out to support herself and the stacked brunette began moving her hips, grinding herself against his sister's crotch. Well, actually she looked like she was fucking his sister. Then it hit him - Julie was probably wearing a strap-on dildo; that made more sense than a g-string. He'd seen some girls using one in a stag film for the older brother of his best friend before he got married. Seeing them go at it down below was way hotter than the film had been. Jim's dick grew into a raging hard-on as he watched the wild scene. He unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He hurriedly tugged down his underwear and his dick sprang out in the humid city air. He began stroking it as he looked down through the skylight. Julie had raised herself up so her arms were straightened, her hands planted on either side of his sister's head. She rammed her hips down against Beth and his sister jerked her arms, her hands drew up sharply, like a puppets on a string. The peculiar motion made Jim squint and then he saw something he hadn't noticed before. Elizabeth's wrists were tied to the headposts of the bed! Not by handcuffs but by some thin straps. He couldn't see in the feeble light at the foot of the bed but he bet her ankles were secured as well. "Jeeeessssuusssss!" Jim exclaimed and he immediately let go of his dick. He wanted to last long enough to watch the girls finish. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the sky to let himself cool down a little. Beth and Julie were really into some kinky things - bondage, lesbianism....damn, he'd fallen into a erotic wonderland. How did his sweet, innocent sister get into this swinging lifestyle? He bet Julie seduced her - just like in the movies. Maybe Julie could tell his sister might go for it, talked to her at the gym, found out she was unhappy in her relationship with that guy, took her under her wing. Then takes her to bed and shows her how the other half swings. Unable to resist for very long, he rolled back over and looked down again at the hot scene below. Julie was still laying it to Beth, driving her voluptuous hips hard between Elizabeth's splayed legs as she kissed his sister's neck. Up on the roof, he couldn't hear his sister's moans, all he could hear was traffic, but her mouth was open and it looked like she was really enjoying the screwing her roommate was giving her. 'I'd like to tie Julie down like that,' Jim fantasized, 'Ride her hot body and fuck her pussy. Wonder if she goes for men? Hell, it wouldn't fucking matter if I had her tied down! Yessir, give her a taste of her own medicine.' The more he watched the lesbian lovers go at it, the more his attentions shifted to his sister. Her body had blossomed since she'd left home. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about his sister but there she was, naked under her humping roommate. Elizabeth had great looking legs; that was all he could see at the time being but his mind could fill in the rest. Slender ass, flat tummy, pouty little titties.....real nice. Down below, Julie had fallen on top of Elizabeth and was gripping his sister's ass as she tried to drive her head into the headboard. He wondered how it felt to grip Beth's ass like that, to lay on her soft body. He let himself go there. Jim's hand began to fly up and down his turgid cock, unable to hold back any longer. In his mind, it wasn't his hand, it was the hot lining of his big sister's pussy! He was fucking the shit out of Beth and she was begging for him to fill her with his jizz. 'Oh god! Come in me, Jim, come in me! I want it! Julie can't do it....give it do me! Shoot me full of cum!' "Awwww, shit!" Jim groaned in real life as his nuts tightened and then shot his load. The

first shot arced up and landed with wet splat in the middle of the skylight. Jim turned his body so the rest fell along the edge of the skylight. Finally the torrent ebbed and he shook the dregs off onto the roof before pulling his underwear and jeans back up. He looked down through the skylight again to find that Julie was still now and Elizabeth had her eyes closed, looking very sated. Jim had planned to stay around and get a better look at Julie's outrageous body but he felt sorta bad about thinking about his sister like that. 'I got another five nights...I'll get a good look at Julie before I leave,' he schemed as he carefully made his way back over to the ladder.