#bo Kev

[oboedreamz]

Anyone else hoping to see some more cameos from Star Wars Resistance?! 💫

[headmateelevator]

If you do Creator's Choice stuff... Could i get a songtive? if not i just like your vibes :)

Hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Kev , Barney , Alena , Athena , Monty

pronouns - they / he / she / it / any / love / kiss / scratch / flaw / show / song / queer

gender(s) - nonbinary , musicsplodic , literally every gender

orientations - pansexual

role(s) - Hyperérosian (Remember none of my roles are forced ever!! because this could be uncomfy for some!) , social alter , BPD holder (If you have BPD) , impulse holder

species - human-ish

source(s) - Gallery Piece , Of Montreal

emoji(s) - 💔 , ❤️ , 🔪 , 🏵️ , 🌹

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name(s) - Noob , Bugs , Stinky , Bo(w) , Barb

pronouns - they / it / he / she / blox / color / epic / love / pizza / game / silly /

gender(s) - nonbinary , cringexdcoric , rawrstimmic , kandistimmic , oldrobloxic , hackergender , robloxgender , autismmaxing , sillymaxxing , noobgender , happygender , goofygoobergender , fungender , ajemotic , sillycollector , genderhoarder

orientations - pansexual

role(s) - mood booster , battery , spoon generator , energetic alter , social alter , ADHD holder (if you have ADHD) , autism holder (if you have autism)

species - robloxian

source(s) - Noob song , bloxernicc / dying , OMFG / hello , OMFG

emoji(s) - 🎮 , 👾 , 🌈 , 🎨 , 🌞 , 🍕

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[camisoledadparis]

saga: Soumission & Domination 332

Nouvel an 2015

Depuis deux jours, Samir et Ammed ne quittent pas la cuisine ; ils font les plats que nous consommerons pendant le " WE " qui arrive. Ce matin, sont arrivés les plats préparés de Julien (des terrines de poisson, de gibier, du saumon fumé maison et autres pains surprises) il nous laisse sa voiture frigo. Le pâtissier est passé livrer notre commande. La chambre froide est pleine à craquer mais dimanche soir ce ne sera plus le cas !

Depuis ce matin, les invités arrivent. Kevin est dans les premiers, Henri est invité au réveillon d'Emma et ils ont des affaires à voir avant. Il me remercie pour Sosthène et me demande si exceptionnellement je ne l'aurais pas invité. Il avait bien kiffé sa nuit avec lui. Je lui dis qu'il est invité comme tous mes autres escorts ce qui le surprend car il pensait encore que j'avais gardé bien séparés mes deux mondes. Je lui annonce la mauvaise nouvelle qu'il sera avec son mec, un canon de mécano ! Il me demande si je blague, que lui un lettré soit avec un manuel, très manuel, il n'en revient pas. Je lui dis que j'avais exagéré car c'est aussi le fils de mon concessionnaire Peugeot.

Ric arrive sur ses talons. Il m'annonce qu'Alban descend avec Bo-gosse et moitié. Mais ils ne seront pas là de bonne heure. Je lui passe les clés de la 300C pour qu'il l'a sorte et que ça fasse de la place pour les motos des invités. Je préfère ne pas les laisser dehors durant plusieurs jours. C'est moins grave pour les caisses (hormis nos deux Mercédès). Les aquitains arrivent en groupe les internes me disent qu'ils avaient dû échanger leur garde du 31 par 3 WE complets mais ils étaient sûr de ne pas le regretter. Les 3 " étalons " du club hippique suivent. Jules, lui, a préféré faire le voyage sur la selle d'un de mes deux Motards. Ils sont chauds bien que rafraichis par le climat hivernal.

A midi nous sommes déjà plus de 20. Pour ne pas entamer les préparations de Samir et Ammed, nous sortons en ville. Un " steak house " nous apporte notre content de protéines. Evidemment nous ne sommes pas à la même table mais quand certains veulent régler, je prends le tout sur ma carte. Nous trainons en peu en ville et squattons la quasi-totalité du bar où nous prenons notre café. A notre retour, nous trouvons quelques invités supplémentaires déjà dispersé entre les différents points de sport. Je fais le tour du blockhaus, les sacs et valises commencent à s'entasser dans les chambres. Bientôt il ne nous manque plus que nos commerçants, Julien, Daniel et les parisiens. Mes escorts qui apparaissent pour la première fois pour beaucoup de mes amis (sauf les plus proches qui les ont croisés à mon chevet lors de mon accident) font leur petit effet ! Kev est ravi de revoir Sosthène et je sais que ce n'est pas la présence de Justin qui va l'empêcher de conclure à nouveau avec lui. Ce dernier, Justin, se demande un peu quand même dans quel monde de fou il était tombé.      En tant qu'hôte, je le prends en charge et lui explique un peu comment marche la maison et les êtres qui actuellement l'occupent. Il sait que Sosthène travaille pour moi et connait tous mes escorts puisqu'il est chargé depuis le départ de l'entretien de ma flotte de RCZ. Du coup, il est surpris des autres mecs qui sont là. Façon idiote (dixit lui), de généraliser à partir de l'échantillon de mes relations qu'il connaissait. Il me demande qui est le mec qui colle aux basques de son Sosthène. Je lui dis que c'est un ami et lui demande si Sosthène lui avait expliqué la fête du nouvel an chez moi. Le " en gros " qu'il me répond me fait penser que mon escort à du édulcorer !

Je lui explique que nous serons 80 en tout et que des hommes chauds/bouillants avec des hormones en surdosages. Tous homo ou bi, ça va rapidement déraper en partouze où tous et chacun vont papillonner de l'un à l'autre en fonction des affinités et envies du moment. Il me regarde un peu effrayé et me dit qu'il avait pensé que Sosthène blaguait quand il le lui avait dit.

Je le laisse réfléchir et attend qu'il me dise quelque chose. Comme il reste coi, je lui dis qu'il peut, s'il le désire, nous quitter mais que je crois bien que Sosthène avait envie de rester. Je glisse que d'après le peu que ce dernier m'avait confié, lui-même ne déparerai pas parmi mes autres amis. Il me confie qu'il n'a que peu d'expérience et que Sosthène n'est que son 3ème mec. Je ris et lui dis qu'il va vite combler son retard ce WE. Il continue ses confidences et me dit craindre pour sa virginité anale lui qui n'est qu'actif. Je l'assure qu'il ne la perdra que volontairement. Personne ne se fait forcer chez moi sauf dans des scénarii mutuellement consentis. De plus il sera toujours libre de partir quand il veut.

Comme je lui fais visiter les différents niveaux, il kiffe la serre où maintenant une salle de muscu entoure la piscine de 25m. Après avoir vu le second étage, il me demande pourquoi j'ai autant d'installations. Entre mes 25 escorts et la maison plus quelques amis qui passent de temps à autre, il faut bien tout ça pour ne pas refroidir entre 2 séries. Quand Sosthène lui en avait parlé, il n'avait pas imaginé que nous nous retrouvions quasiment tous ensemble pour le sport.

Les Parisiens arrivent enfin avec une glacière. Interrogation : réponse " caviar " ! Ils avaient eu Samir au téléphone et me disent que les blinis doivent nous attendre.

Nous sommes tous réunis au 4ème pour l'apéritif. Le champagne est à bonne température et tout le monde apprécie la cuvée Cristal 2002 de Roederer. Tous aussi nous dégustons le caviar de nos Parisiens. Je profite de ce moment-là pour distribuer mes petits cadeaux. Avec l'aide d'Ernesto, PH et Ludovic, nous donnons à chacun son petit paquet. Je me suis gardé la distribution de celui de Côme et Justin entre autre. Le premier parce que c'est mon " beau-frère " et le second parce qu'il est nouveau dans mon monde. J'ai bien fait parce que Justin veut refuser dans un premier temps. Il argumente qu'il n'est là que par Sosthène. Je lui dis que si Sosthène et lui sont ensemble, c'est qu'il a surement des qualités cachées, je laisse un blanc, enfin pour quelques minutes encore. Eclat de rire général. Côme est venu à ma demande et celle de Ludovic. Il n'est pas très chaud d'être entouré de gays en chaleur puisqu'il ne kiffe que Jona et François. Mais, entre mon désir qu'il soit avec nous, celui de Ludovic et les arguments de ses deux Pd préféré, il a accepté de venir.

A mon top tout le monde ouvre. Marc et Hervé, tenus dans l'ignorance, sont surpris en bien. Connaissant l'oiseau, il s'étaient attendu à quelque chose de plus voyant. Merci pour la confiance !!

Ils sont tous content. Même mes deux gendarmes. Les anneaux sont suffisamment discrets pour être portés en service et l'inscription suffisamment absconse pour ne pas révéler une homosexualité non affichée. Ils sont suffisamment précieux pour les pétasses Parisiennes (que j'adore au demeurant). Seul le choix de l'or rose en surprend certains mais une fois mis aux doigts, le ton reste discret. Alors qu'on lève nos flutes pour l'occasion, c'est Ludovic qui me donne à son tour un petit paquet. Comme je m'interroge, il me dit que c'est de la part des 79 participants à cette soirée du nouvel an. Je les traite d'imbéciles ce qui les fait rire une nouvelle fois. J'ouvre. Ils savent tous ce que c'est et ça m'énerve, j'aime bien être celui qui sait tout !! Je découvre une tête de tigre en diamants avec les bandes en saphirs noirs réalisé par Van Cleef & Arpel, en pendentif pour mon oreille. Elle reprend le dessin de la tête que j'ai utilisée pour mon piercing, l'ensemble est raccord. Pour une fois je reste muet. Ils ont beau être nombreux, ça quand même du leur coûter un max à chacun. Je les remercie tous pour ce geste. Franck me dit que son grand père a participé aussi. PH me rassure aussi pour ceux qui n'ont pas nos moyens, chacun y a été selon ses possibilités. Tous voulaient participer. Je remplace le diamant d'Emma par cette nouvelle " breloque ". Et c'est le signal de départ. Il n'est que 22h30 et à 22h35 tout le monde est à poil ! A part Samir et Ammed passant dans les différents étages pour nous signifier le passage à 2015, je n'ai pas vu grand-chose de la soirée. Je me souviens m'être fait baiser par les étalons du club hippique mais pas que. J'ai aussi enculé pas mal de mecs. Un des moments mémorables a été le dépucelage de Justin, à sa demande, pour connaitre ce que ressentait Sosthène. Après s'être fait bien préparé la rondelle par son petit copain, il était venu vers moi pour que je sois le premier à l'enculer. Je ne demande qu'une fois " pourquoi pas Sosthène ? ". Réponse : " avant lui c'est toi qui me faisait bander ". Ça le mérite d'être clair. Sosthène est d'accord donc je m'enfonce en lui. Ça faisait longtemps que je ne m'étais fait un puceau et c'est vraiment trop bon. Je prends mon temps pour bien apprécier et qu'il prenne son pied lui aussi. Tout pendant que je l'encule, Sosthène lui tient la tête et alterne encouragements et roulage de pelle. Justin est courageux et tient à faire plaisir à Sosthène. Passés les trois/quatre premiers va et vient, il se détend brusquement et commence à apprécier ma présence. Il a un dos bien large et j'ai de quoi m'accrocher à ses épaules. Son petit cul commence à bien réagir à l'envahissement de sa pastille centrale il en vient à reculer tout seul sur ma bite quand je mets un peu trop de temps à le réenfiler. Il avoue à Sosthène que c'est finalement très bon de se faire enculer aussi. J'entends ce dernier lui répondre qu'avec lui, il aurait eu beaucoup de mal à se retenir. Il avait préféré que ça se passe mal avec moi ! Je le remercie en riant. Il s'excuse que ce n'était pas ce qu'il avait voulu dire. Je me retire avant d'avoir jouit et lui passe le relais. Maintenant que le chemin est fait, il pouvait y aller. Alors que Sosthène s'enfonce délicatement, sa bite est quand même la taille au-dessus de la mienne, Justin m'appelle. J'approche ma tête de la sienne. Il m'attrape par le cou et me roule une pelle avec un grand merci de les avoir aidés.

Un autre moment de pur plaisir : me faire prendre en sandwich, ma queue dans le petit Théo (le frère d'Ed) gentiment prêté par Tic et Tac qui vient de fêter ses 18ans et le cul défoncé par les 24x5.5 de Bo-gosse. La première fois de la soirée où je me suis laissé aller à jouir totalement. Son gros gland et sa façon particulière de donner une petite rotation à sa queue lors des pénétrations sont diablement efficaces ! Ça plus la rondelle de Théo qui pulsait autour de ma propre bite m'a fait craquer.

J'ai fait une pause après cela. J'avais un peu faim. Je m'aperçois que je ne suis pas le seul. Un bon tiers des participants est autour du buffet à se raconter les premiers plans. Ric me dit que mes deux Lads avaient fait merveille pour satisfaire son appétit. Mes deux motards de la gendarmerie nous rejoignent. Ils m'encadrent et je me retrouve avec un bras de chaque autour de mon cou. Ils sont ravis de leur 31. Ils trouvent ça encore plus démentiel qu'à leur dernier passage. Je leur dis que j'espère qu'ils n'avaient pas fait de folie pour leur participation à ça (en secouant la tête pour faire briller les diamants et saphirs noirs de mon oreille). En rigolant le plus balaise me dit qu'ils avaient rackettés quelques grands excès de vitesses en liquide (Joke bien sûr). Ils me disent que j'ai une équipe d'escorts qui tient la route. Ils se sont fait en parallèle mes deux vietnamiens. C'était leurs premiers et ils avaient kiffé leur douceur même au milieu de l'ambiance hyper chaude (pour rester corrects) qui régnait dans la serre. Ils rappellent à ceux qui sont autour de moi la surprise qu'ils avaient eu à nous contrôler sur l'autoroute, entre nos physiques moulés dans nos combis en cuir qui auraient fait bander un eunuque et l'arrivée d'Ernesto dans la Mercédès. Ils s'étaient demandé un moment sur quel monde ils étaient tombés.

Marc qui nous rejoint à la fin de leur récit, nous dit que c'est pas étonnant. Ce n'était pas la première fois que j'allumais la maréchaussée ! Et, à son tour, il raconte les deux fois où je suis passé à la " casserole " pour éviter le retrait de permis (cf. épisodes D-mot6 et D-mot7). Autour de nous ceux qui ne savaient pas me traitent de véritable obsédé. Je me défends que je n'avais pas eu le choix. Je venais d'avoir mon permis et à 18ans sur une X11 débridée, c'était le retrait de permis définitif au bas mot pour m'être fait contrôler à 210 !

Petit à petit on se retrouve tous au 4ème à reprendre des forces. Ça discute dans tous les coins. Mes escorts sont interrogés sur leur cursus...d'études pas de performances sexuelles !! Bande d'obsédés ! Alban tient dans ses bras Ric. Comme ils sont contre le bar/séparation de la cuisine, les quelques qui avaient encore des doutes quant au modèle qui lui avait servi pour les cariatides, sont confortés dans leur idée. Pour rire, il prend la pose et là c'est une évidence.

Il est 2h30, nous fêtons enfin le passage de l'année quand Xavier nous rejoint. Il ne pouvait pas abandonner sa femme un tel soir mais avait négocié pour pouvoir nous rejoindre au retour de la fête qu'ils avaient fait avec des amis. Depuis que j'ai "arrangé " leur petit problème de couple (elle n'arrivait pas à se faire pénétrer par les 26x6.5 de son mari), elle est très compréhensive et comme c'est chez moi, elle accepte qu'il vienne se défouler. Il ne reste pas habillé très longtemps. Les quelques escorts (c'est le seul client que j'invite à mes touzes) qui le connaissent le mettent à poil. Et ses 26cm déployés font envie à plus d'un. C'est d'ailleurs ce qui la relance !

Moitié (le mec de Bo-gosse) se jette le premier dessus. Habitué aux 24cm de son mec et un peu entrainé par les queues qu'il s'était mangé depuis le début de la soirée, nous l'avons vu se les prendre en entier, menton sur les couilles et nez contre le pubis. Les participants se trouvent à nouveau, ils s'écartent par 2, 3 ou même 4 et s'égaillent entre la terrasse, et les autres niveaux. Je monte avec Alban et Ric. Le sculpteur voulait voir le vieillissement de son " baiser ". La patine est brillante à certains endroits, ceux qui attirent le plus les caresses. Dans quelques années, la patine noire sera usée laissant paraitre le doré du bronze. Des gémissements nous attire de l'autre côté. Les mains accrochées aux hanches d'un des protagonistes de l'oeuvre, les jambes écartées, nous trouvons louis, le petit mec de Franck, en train de se faire littéralement défoncer par le Lad motard et ses 24x7. Les yeux fermé, il savoure le moment. Je lui caresse la tête, il ouvre les yeux. Je lui demande si Franck sait qu'il se fait emmancher par un tel engin. Il me sourit déjà bien parti entre le poppers et la saillie qu'il subit. Il me répond de descendre, je le trouverais sûrement en train d'enculer un de mes escorts et probablement Max (le petit mec à qui je donne des cours de français) ou Kamal.

Je descends au 3ème. Je vérifie que notre chambre est bien fermée et parcours avec Alban et Ric les autres chambres. Ça baise partout ! Au second chaque banc de muscu supporte un mec en train de se faire sodomiser. Ric nous abandonne et je pousse vers le fond. Sous les douches 4 mecs se font du bien et pas en se savonnant ! Dans la piscine les deux mecs qui y sont se roulent des pelles. Je leur rappelle que je ne veux pas de sperme dans l'eau. Ils secouent la tête pour me signifier qu'ils ont entendu mais ne se décollent pas pour autant. Au premier mon bureau sert aussi de support à un couple qui fait l'amour. Je descends directement au sous-sol. Le donjon est plein, au moins 15 mecs y baisent. Jimmy se faite enculer par la bite d'un des gendarmes accolée à un gode de bonne dimension. Arnaud se fait préparer par Léopold en vue d'une profonde saillie. Je le vois faire plusieurs allers et retours de la douche où il se plante un embout à lavement dans le cul et les WC à côté.

Dans le Jardin qui n'est plus que la moitié de lui-même depuis l'implantation de la seconde salle de sport, je vois Anthony faire des longueurs. Je l'arrête et il me dit se détendre un peu avant de retourner dans l'arène. Dans les palmiers,  Viktor et Nicolaï en 69 se font ramoner par Marc et Pablo.

Plus loin je tombe sur Ludovic et Côme en recherche de partenaire, enfin en ce qui concerne Ludovic. Côme, lui, s'est contenté jusque-là de faire l'amour à ses deux amis Jona et François. Je les prends par les bras et m'enfonce entre les arbres. Contre le mur du fond, la luminosité est faible. J'attire leurs têtes vers la mienne et je leur roule des pelles alternativement pour commencer puis tous les trois ensembles. Dans l'euphorie du moment, ils ne se reculent pas et leurs langues se trouvent et se touchent pour se battent avec la mienne. Mes mains caressent leurs deux corps musclés, je sens les leurs sur moi. Nos bites raidissent et nous les écrasons contre les hanches des autres. Côme est très excité. Ludovic me semble bien chaud lui aussi. De fil en aiguille, je me retrouve en train d'enculer mon Ludovic tout en me faisant moi-même sauter par son grand frère. J'adore ! A l'occasion d'un changement de position, je provoque la sodomie de Ludovic par son frère. Au départ je suis sûr que chacun pense que son frère s'est éclipsé et qu'ils font l'amour avec moi. Je les regarde. Ils sont superbes ! A part la barbe de 3 jours et ses épaules plus larges, on pourrait croire à des jumeaux. C'est d'ailleurs c'est elle (la barbe) qui trahi l'accouplement. Quand Ludovic sent les poils raides piquer son cou, il comprend que ce n'est pas moi qui lui lime le cul mais son frère. Avant qu'il ne le repousse, je prends sa tête entre mes mains, lui roule une pelle et lui dit de laisser faire et de prendre son pied. Je me redresse et fait de même avec Côme. Comme je suis en roulage de pelle avec lui, je sens mon Ludovic pomper ma bite qui, tout naturellement, était venue de placer devant sa bouche.

Alors qu'on reprend nos souffles Côme et moi, ce dernier, sans pour autant cesser d'enculer son frère, me traite de salaud. Je me recule et leur demande à tous les deux s'ils n'étaient pas en train de prendre un pied géant. Pour preuve Côme ne cessait de pilonner son frère et celui-ci, tout bandant, ne se sauvait pas à toutes jambes mais était plutôt enclin à reculer sur la bite qui le défonçait.

Ludovic se retourne sur le dos pour voir la tête de son frère en train de jouir de son corps. Je suis ravi quand Côme se penche et qu'ils se roulent un patin tout sauf fraternel ! Je rentre alors dans le jeu. Je me colle au dos de Côme et lui met mes 20cm. Ludovic m'aide en ouvrant les fesses de son frère avec ses mains. Nous nous éclatons dans cet échange à en partie incestueux. Côme est le premier à partir. Il accentue en violence ses coups de rein et s'immobilise, son gland au plus loin dans son frère, qui pulse au rythme de ses éjaculations. Il m'entraine avec lui. Ma bite a toujours du mal à résister aux compressions spasmodiques d'une jouissance extrême et je rempli ma kpote. Ludovic est le dernier à juter et se répand entres leurs abdos collés. Break, on se décolle et, avant que les deux frères se séparent et se retrouvent sur le dos côte à côte, je les entends se dire qu'ils s'aiment ! Avant que le sperme soit trop froid, je lèche leurs abdos. Et nous nous roulons de nouveau une méga pelle. C'est Côme qui me dira merci le premier pour ce plan qui a dégénéré. Ludovic me demande si cela ne me gêne pas qu'il aime son frère aussi. Je leur souris et leur dis qu'il n'était pas question pour moi de le séparer de ses frères ni même de ses parents. Et ce n'est pas moi qui vais avoir du mal à comprendre qu'on puisse aimer plus d'une personne !!

Nous nous endormons dans notre coin, isolé de la furie ambiante.

Jardinier

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[suchagallabitch]

💃🏻Weekly Wednesday Tag🕺🏻

let’s please ignore that i’ve missed the last several of these please !! i have been going through it 😍

anyway! was tagged my the wickedly talent, one and onlys, @mybrainismelted @deedala @sam-loves-seb (😙😙😙😙)

Name: elle, elle, bo-belle Banana-fana fo-felle Fee-fi-mo-melle ellie!

Location: the city thats exciting the city that’s inviting the city for a woman just like me??

We'll start with some easy ones! Is there a celebrity you think you look like? If so, who: I was told my ENTIRE preteenhood that i look like rowan blanchard. which to be fair was true we were like identical at one point but now i think we dont really look alike. idk?

Do you still have stuffed animals in your bed? I dont ☹️ in not a big stuffed animal person. I know i have a stuffed garfield somewhere in my room tho.

Who is your celebrity crush? forever and always Diana Agron. Also admitting Jessica Lange. Honestly any blonde has be gulping and acting a fool ✊😔

Have you ever accidentally sent a naughty message to the wrong person? No and i would like to keep it that way.

Have you ever snorted your drink out your nose on a date? i love that this is specifically on a date lol. But i haven’t in general but i have like full on spit out a mouth full of my drink laughing multiple times

Have you ever peed in a public pool? I mean probably? when i was a little kid? not in recent years but who am i to deny the piss allegations?

And we will close it out with some Shameless

Characters Bang/Marry/Kill:

lan/Mickey/Kev: Ok this is gonna be controversial but mind you i am a lesbian and i dont want to fuck any of these men. I’m gonna fuck Kev, Marry Ian and kill Mickey. I KNOW I KNOW THIS IS TREASON. IM SO SORRY MICKEY BUT I REALLY DONT WANNA FUCK YOU AND IAN AND I COULD BE ICONIC GAY BIPOLAR BUDDIES TOGETHER 😭. If Kev had long hair i can also close my eyes and pretend he’s a woman :/

Fiona/V/Svetlana: this is actually sophie’s choice. Im gonna bang svet, marry v and kill fi. like I love you fiona but i dont thini i could stand her enough to be married. and like im gonna have to fuck svet have you seen her??

Frank/Kermit/Tommy: there is actually no right answer here. like kat please go to jail. sigh. I guess if i have to im gonna kill Tommy, marry Kermit and fuck frank 😟

Karen/Mandy/Sandy: immediately kill Karen. Bang mandy, marry the actual love of my life ms sandy milkovich 😍

Jimmy/Sean/Gus: um. fuck jimmy, kill sean, marry gus. honestly i could treat gus better than fiona granted thats not saying much but still.

Thanks for coming to my sleepover! Hope you had fun, we are having banana pancakes for breakfast.

fuck yeah i’ll bring the coffee!!

I tag: @too-schoolforcool @transmickey @purplemagpie @michellemisfit @darlingian @xninetiestrendx @gallawitchxx @thisdivorce @y0itsbri @juliakayyy @auds-and-evens @arrowflier @scarcrosseduntouched @babygirlmickey @crossmydna @sleepyfacetoughguy @depressedstressedlemonzest @energievie @grumblesandmumbles @grumble-fish @mikhailoisbaby @surviving-maybe @thepupperino @themarchg1rl @mmmichyyy 😚😚😚😚

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Caleb “Kay” (Fernando) Hernandez. Age: 33. Orientation: Bi. Heritage: Italian, German, British. Family: Gabriel “Gabe” Hernandez (father), Lucile “Lucy” Hernandez (mother), Kevin “Kev” Hernandez (brother, 25), William “Billy” Hernandez (brother, 20), Caroline Hernandez (sister, 28). Plays: Drums, keyboards. Member of The Satanic Temple. Experienced bouncer. Roadie extraordinaire. Occasional "sound guy". Speaks: English, Spanish (scarce). Education: College drop-out, Bachelor of Arts in Music Production and Sound Engineering.

Matthew “Matt” (Abraham) Reeves. Age: 27. Orientation: Bi (closeted). Heritage: Chinese, Irish, British, Native American. Family: Natalie Reeves (mother), Kennedy "Ken" Lynch (father, estranged), Nathaniel “Nate” Reeves (brother, 32). Multinstrumentalist: Bass, piano, drums, guitar, oscillator, synthesizers, organ. Business savvy. Well connected. Known in the "scene". Experienced Merch Guy and Event Coordinator. Unofficial Tour Manager and Promoter. Speaks: English. Education: Bachelor of Science in Music.

Christopher “Chris” (Anakin) LaPlante. Age: 28. Orientation: Pan. Heritage: Argentinian, Spanish, British, French, Canadian. Family: Iris LaPlante (mother), Cassidy “Cassie” LaPlante (father, deceased), Marabella “Mar” LaPlante (sister, 23), Helena ���Hels” Rodriguez (girlfriend, 26). Plays: Guitar, piano (both poorly). Lead Singer. Official Blood Donor. Unofficial Art Studio and Merch Designer. Greeting Card Hater. Both Cryptid and Relic. Designated Poster Boy. Speaks: English. Education: College drop-out, Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration.

Alexander “Alex” (James) DeSantos. Age: 25. Orientation: Bi (inexperienced). Heritage: Spanish, Mexican, British, French. Family: Corazon “Cora” DeSantos (mother), Colin Robinson (father, estranged), Violeta “Violet” DeSantos (sister, 29). Expert Merch Guy and Party Bartender. Tuner Extraordinaire. Gamer. Off Season Twitch Streamer. Marvel Nerd. "Baldur's Gate". Chick (and *Covid) Magnet. The Kid. Road Connoisseur. Plays: Guitar, drums, harmonica. Speaks: English, Spanish. Education: Bachelor of Fine Arts in Game Design.

Pascual (Herman) Kalenko. Age: 31. Orientation: Pan. Heritage: Italian, Ukrainian, British. Family: Laura Kalenko (mother), Boris “Bo” Kalenko (father, deceased), Emma “Mimi” Bailey Copeland (fiancée, 28). Plays: Lead Guitar, Violin, Cello (poorly). Expert Guitar Restaurateur. Bookworm. Road DJ. Unofficial Mixing Engineer. Designated "Zen Guy". Great cook. Responsible Adult. Pets: Cats, Mewto, Cat Cobain and Tobi-Wan Kenobi. Speaks: English, Italian (scarce), Russian (learning). Education: Bachelor of Arts in English.

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Guillermo “El Metalero” Guillen. Age: 52. Heritage: Mexican, Spanish, Portuguese. Affiliations: From The Pit Metal Zine (co-founder), Morbid Media (co-founder), El Metalero Management Group (founder). Family: Leah Richardson (daughter, 32, estranged), Micha Richardson (grandson, 3), Stephen Richardson (in-law, 34), Valeria "Vale" Olmos (sister, 48), Mateo "El Matado" Guillen (brother, 50), Margarita "Doña Rita" Guillen-Saucedo (mother, 70), Jose "Don Pepe" Guillen (father, deceased), Thomas Olmos (in-law, 49), "A Shit-Ton of Nephews". Title: Band Manager. "The Grass Is Always Greener Where The Dogs Are Shitting". Unofficial Band Dad. Stephen King Fan. Got Drunk With Jerry Cantrell Once. Former Dogstar Roadie. Speaks: English, Spanish, Korean (some). Education: College drop-out, Bachelor of Social Work (licensed), Unfinished Masters of Social Work.

[eyelessjoker]

anything and everything

all of the time

[kurulover]

I can’t wait for the day that upon hearing the ending chorus to Mitski’s “Nobody”, I finally turn into just so much goo that shoots up into the sky to become a screaming cloud of all-devouring rage howling the chorus

[businesscatfelix]

trade with my friend kevin @alien-doodles of his oc bo! ☝️🐷✋ they/he

kev's comms are open and his art is really good so i recommend checking out his comm post and following him!!

[popculturebuffet]

Lightyear of Two Worlds Part 1 (of 2): Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins: A Rope of Sand (Comissoin for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy Space Rangers. And welcome to a special two part set of reviews as we look at one of the biggest animated franchises out there, and what happens when it does the same basic concept two very diffrent ways, and said basic concept is clever: Since Buzz Lightyear clearly came from a tv show or movie or something in-universe as we see adds for the toys on tv and Andy heavily implies theires more to the character than just a toyline and see a cartoon Buzz on the packaging (something I ddn't even notice till watching Defunct-Tv's look at this series in preperation for this review) , what would this look like? The answers are a goofy self aware space opera that still manages to pack in plenty of character, action and heart and a more hard sci-fi take that takes itself entirely seriously but still throws in a robot cat.

It was a question I was ready to find an answer to when Kev suggested this, even more after finding out Lightyear is supposed to be a movie in universe that lead to the toyline and to this very series. I'm going to save pointing out all the ways that makes absolutely no sense until i've actually seen lightyear but the fact I already have SEVERAL without even having seen the movie is NOT a good sign.

Still I grew up with Toy Story: I saw the first three films in theaters and have no real intrest in the 4th one. It has things that intrest me like a thorughly sympathetic villian played by Christinia Hendricks, KEanu Reeves as an evil kenivel style stunt toy, and the return of the always wonderful Annie Potts as Bo.. but the whole arc for woody feels.. wrong. Maybe i'm wrong about that, maybe i'm not. Maybe i'll give it a look someday.

Point is I loved this franchise as a kid and as an adult and still feel it was a strong start for Pixar, and I did seen BLOSC plenty as a kid and remember watching the pilot when it aired on tv, complete with cool CG lead in. So I was happy to revisit it and see how it held up, and to see how it's sorta succesor did. I love shows within shows and this idea was brilliant, a way to have a space opera with Buzz while still couching it perfectly in the universe. So let's go to infinity and you now the rest and see how Buzz LIghtyear of Star Command holds up.

For starters I was NOT prepared to find out who the shows creators were: Mark McCorckle and Bob Schooley... and if those names don't ring a bell their next project should

Yup I bet many of you who weren't aware of this fact are having the same reaction

So already in this shows corner is not only are it's creators legends, but with this being their first show as creators, it was likely what gave Disney enough confidence to grant them their own show and bless us with Kim Possible. Also it's getting me and Jess to binge re-watch kim possible so that's three. So already I had high expectations, but I still had to know how did this get made. Lucky for me Disney Researcher, theme park historian and cool dude Kevin Perjuer of Defunctland had done an episode of his other show, Defunct-TV on this show that went into how it happened. It's worth a watch and can be found right here if your intrested.

The short version is that Toy Story was a MASSIVE hit. While Disney had hopes for the film, they didn't automatically expect a giant cash cow the likes of which the world had never seen. Simplier times. So naturally so they could have more money for their bins, the execs asked Pixar to make a DTV sequel since Disney was at the height of making as many cheap sequels as possible and as for Pixar head Steve Jobs

So it was decided. And this being back when Disney KNEW how to actually captalize on something instead of plugging their ears and acting like it's a failure or assuming it'll be a huge hit before it actually comes out and underwhelms, they wisely decided to go with a two pronged offense: a dtv movie AND an unrelated new series. There were several intresting ideas floated around: A noir/western Following Woody, a LGM spinoff and for some reason the Combat Carl Action hour despite him being mentioned but not showing up until decades later with Toy Story 4. Naturally the idea to make the Buzz show implied to exist in the movie a reality won out, especially with the ideas for the DTV film fleshing out Zurg, giving them a nemisis.

In fact said DTV film was going so well.. it became Toy Story 2. Yes folks one of Pixar's best films.. came out of them working so hard on a side project that Disney wanted to make it a real thing. I swear hearing Disney make sound, logical decisions that ended up benefiting them seems so.. bizzare> Like they aren't incapable but they do it so little these days it's weird looking back to a time when doing so netted them two successes. When the spinoffs and sequels felt organic instead of just

Don't get me wrong we still get good or decent sequels on occasion, but it feels like most are made ENTIRELY out of money instead of a goal. Here despite being driven by profit Pixar still had a genius idea for an even better film that built on everything before. Where as now a days Disney Animated Sequels lead to thinks like Frozen 2: It has Good Music?, Ice Age: No One Asked for This or Ralph Breaks the Internet aka

Toy Story 2 came out of Disney wanting more money bins sure, but Pixar had a clear idea of how this would work, and Star Command came out of an honestly brilliant idea. I.. I don't know what Disney is doing half the time. I was going to say I was looking forward to D23 this weekend and while there are some promising new projects coming that were already announced or were just announced animation wise (Strange Worlds, Elio, Elemental, Inside Out 2, Win or Loose), we also got acrapton of live action reboots dumped in our lap. So yeah not exaclty PUMPED for Disney's future . Pixar's yes provided they aren't forced to Disney+ constantly. The MCU if it keeps giving me things like She Hulk, absolutely. But Disney's as an animation studio?

The ONLY reason they aren't the worst at this right now.. is that David Zaslav was born in a stygian hole two thousand years ago and is just now going foward with his grand evil design. HOpefully we'll get more series wise over the weekend to ballance it out. I may do something on D23 when this is over and we leave this all behind us, deep in the moonless night when the rescue team finds us.

... I was talking about a Buzz Lightyear Cartoon wasn't I? Oh yes. So how did this pilot bear out? Honestly, if unsuprisingly given whose involved.. it was excellent.

For starters the series has a pretty stacked voice cast. While I was sadly not subjected to his dulcet tones as the movie version I was paid to cover replaced him, the legendary Patrick Warburton, aka one of my faviorite VA's of all time, voiced Buzz in the series proper and actually dubbed his lines for the pilot. He was replaced for the movie only when they managed to get Tim Allen, as they delayed the series till AFTER Toy Story 2 and wanted this to be hype.

While I prefer Patrick as a VA and Human Being, Allen is still as great as he's always been in the roll, and adapts greatly to the tragic parts of the story, taking Buzz through loss, we'll get to that, but also having great comedic timing as always and giving Mr. Lightyear that true heroic hammy quality. Patrick from what clips i've seen is just as good in the roll, so it's really more a matter of prefrence than either being geninely bad at it and I dont' blame disney for wanting to use the Toolman if they can get him.

Buzz isn't too much diffrent from Toy Story. He's noble, Loyal, and brave to a fault while still being cocky, thickheaded and quick to rush into things. He's perfectly traslated us here, showing him how kids both in the toy story univers and out saw him: A well meaning, cool as heck hero who knew his stuff, would safrifice himself for anyone and while not flawless said flaws only made him more likeable.

Case in point the pilot has an intresting arc. It's one that's been done before sure but it's a great way to give Buzz something to hold him back to add tension.. and to make it so he accidently surrounds himself with what will be his team. Early in the pilot Buzz looses his best friend and partner Warp Darkmatter. With a name like that you can probably see where this is going but we'll get to him in a moment. Buzz is understandably a bit genre blind. So he vows to not have a partner despite his Commander ordering one on him and this isn't helped by his Robot partner XR getting blown to bits. You see why Buzz is wrong: Even as good as he is he needs backup, and while Warp's loss is tragic and he was CLEARLY sent back out too early, he can't do this alone. The kinds of missions Buzz Rimmer Lightyear need more to him, something to push him to victory.

I like it because i'ts a better take on the work alone thing: Buzz isn't pushing people aside because he's THAT cocky, it's because his PTSD and Guilt Complex is so great he dosen't want to loose anyone else, kinda like Batman in the Lego Batman Movie after him. The incident with XR helps reinforce this and it takes being captured to realize he was wrong.. that not asking for help nearly cost HIM his life. Granted he also finds out Warp was, shockity shock, a traitor this whole time.

But it's clear it's Buzz realizing he let his own guilt nearly kil him instead of accepting the truth: Sometimes you loose good people in the hero buisness, but if he dosen't accept help, more people will die and the whole universe would've fallen to Zurg's mind control scheme, long story, if he'd simply accepted that. That it's better to risk being hurt or loosing someone and let them in than to not live at all and let other people get hurt. IT's a good arc for Buzz. It's nicely contained for a pilot episode but still feels well earned and is a nice setup for him taking in an entire team instead of just one partner.

The rest of the cast is no slouch to Pat and *Manly Grunt*. Starting with our team we have Nicole Sullivan as Vera Nova, a princess who was rescued by Buzz when she was younger and inspired to follow in his example, being his equal in combat and having neat ghosting and psychic powers. She's his number two, willing to question him and call him on his no partner crap, and is plenty scrappy.. but also able to back it up and will listen when he's actually right.

Next up is Booster, who I loved. He's played by Stephen Furst, best known as Vir from Babylon Five aka that show I shoudl've watched by now but haven't. Booster is young, eager, and trying to join star command and when talked by XR, we'll get to him, into playing around in Buzz' craft ends up on the adventure> He's big, he's strong, but he's also kind, eager and endearing. He knows his stuff, but it's clear he's just loving being here and wants to be a ranger to geninely do good just like Buzz and Mira and it's just so endearing to see him at the end , fully decked out living his dream with even Commander Nova , whose gruff as hell and we'll get to in a moment, smiling at the kid having earned his wings.

Finally for our main quartet we have XR, who I loved as a kid and had a toy of (and want to get it again). He has a really neat design too, a floating head in a dome, with extending arms and tread feet. Naturally he's a robot, standing for eXperimental Ranger, designed to give Buzz an unkillable partner since he can be rebuilt. He's voiced by hair care salesman and comedy legend Larry Miller, and in a few eps but not here but still worth noting, equal legend , sometimes janitor and sometimes gravelman Neil Flynn. Naturally XR gets blowed up real good early on but since the LGM's that built him are off their game due to the pilots plot they accidently give him sapeince, making him into a cowardly, snarky, weirdo and all the better for it. XR gets tons of great lines across the first few eps and is a great fourth, not sharing the others professionalism but sharing their sense of duty.. even if he'd rather run in the other direction.

For our big bad Zurg we've got Patrick's Seinfeld costar and perptual snivling jerk whose likely a peach in real life Wayne Knight, who perfectly fits the goofier over the top villian their going for while still being utterly repuslive in the right way when needed. For instance when Buzz finds out Warp's a bad dude, Zurg mockingly plays Buzz' Eulogy he gave earlier in the movie...

Wayne plays him perfectly as is to be expected but it's still nice to see him in the roll.

Playing Warp, who seriously in additoin to the name just looks evil at the camera a few times, is my boy Deidrich Bader, who is amazing in the roll. He has his usual snark and gruff tone, but adds a sheer sense of cool and snide evil to Warp: he's only in this for the money, and Zurg paid better and gladly brushes off Buzz that it's not brainwashing or antyhing he's been on Zurg's payroll since academy and the death was going full time. He's also a perfect anti-buzz; Greedy, working for the bad guy and every bit as deadly. He's also sharp and clever. While he spends most of the film as "Agent Z", he NEVER underestimates Buzz. Talks down to and mocks him sure but when Zurg thinks he's dead, Z isn't sure and turns out to be right. Warp knows our hero as well as he knows himself if not better and that's what makes him so dangerous. The only thing that turns the tide is the unknown element of his new partners.

Back at star command we have the LGM's, also played by Warburton. Their here primarly because why not, but the creators did find a clever use for them as the ones who make Star Commands tech. Their endearing as they were in the movies and Warburton does such a godo job playing them I had no idea it was him. Their also the center of the plot as the unimind they use to connect is what Zurg steals to try and conquer the galaxy and a mission to rescue some of them is what kicks off the movie as a whole.

Finally major character wise we have Commander Nebula, played by of all people Adam Carolla. He does a good job and him getting the roll meant Kevin, who used only projects from the time to describe the actors, said "The Man Show's Adam Carolla" I didn't think the Man Show would ever get brought up on any version of Defunctland but here we are. Then again I also didn't think i'd eve rhave to bring it up on this blog but here we are again. He's great as the crotchety but resonable commander. Not a lot to him in this ep, but I do like his design: a bigger golden insignia, a missing leg and a mustache that is only rivaled by Ron Swanson.

So that leaves us with the show's presentation which is glorious. The art style is gorgeous, bright, poppy, uniquely angular. I'm shocked they got this good an art style out of a one second bit of packaging but it just shows how GOOD Pixar is and this shows crew were that one small piece of art was distinct enough to model an art style on. The character deisgns are memorable. There's a reason despite forgetting his personality XR was still burned into my brain all this time.

Writing wise.. it's not a huge shock given what they'd make next that it's good, a fun sendup of space operas that still takes itself JUST seroiusly enough to have real tension, deep fleshed out likeable characters who are geninely heroic, and genuine bits of pathos like Warp's "death" and XR's dismantling. You can have that.. and still have jokes about Agent Z having "the refreshing scent of lingonberry" listed as one of his features, Team Lightyear arguging about noserings and the subtitles for "top secret area of limits" Being followed by "We really mean it" It's looney tunes style insanity mixed with some real action and heart and works beautifully and it'd only get better in the next series.

So yeah as you can tell.. this pilot was TRULY excellent and is worth digging up since, thanks to John Lassiter wanting the series buired and Disney still honoring his wishes despite you know, firing him, the guy going on to compettion despite a history of sexual harassment disney clearly enabled, and common sense to tie in to the new movie, it's NOT on Disney+. Granted Disney Logic for what goes and what dosne't has never made sense, but it's one of the most glaring holes in the lineup as theres nothing keeping the show off, they just had a movie it coudl've launched alongside, and the creator of SAID MOVIE found a way to still keep the animated series around despite the movie suplanting it as the basis for buzz. Like... you can't call brand confusion when all three avengers cartoons are on there alongside the movie. It's called a tie in. Kids will get it's defintely something diffrent, but they'll still watch it. Gah. Watching this was great, seriously going to consider checking out more of the series... but man this was depressing and I don't have a ton of joy going into it's spirtitual succesor next week. Maybe it'll suprise me. I mean.. at least it has Jason Mantzokus and Chris Evans. So it's not a total loss. Anyways this series is fantastic and like MANY things, should be on Disney+ right now. Go find it and watch it till they actually make it legally avaliable, for now i'm out.

[wabisabiyours]

Its been exactly 2 years ago you blocked me ie 8th october 2020 and today i am experiencing the same pain ,those memories that you gave me on that day. It was a wonderful time of my life that one year i got to know you and maybe know myself as well .You gave me the most happy and best moments of my life and sadly the worst as well. Bo badhu kehvu che tane riya par tu sambhadva mate che ni...tari bo yaad ave yaar roj vicharu tu su karti hase kya hase n all par tu e toh haji bi blocked j rakhyo che mane. Please maaf kari deje mane agar me tane yaad hova toh nito...

Chod aana thi vadhare lakhvani mara ma himmat nathi bas etluj kev ke i will always love you❤

[headmateelevator]

hello!!!! ilove your blog :3c could i get a sidesystem of fnaf and omori fictives? for fnaf, animatronics only and any game except security breach please! for omori, any of the main group male characters! totally ok if not and thank you for your time @bloodpumping^-^

hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Foxy , Fritz , Jer , Aiden , Ajax , Bastion , Roger , Flint

pronouns - it / he / fox / pirate / treasure / gold / jewel / wave / storm / stage / skull / silver

gender(s) - agender , foxatronic , foxstar , foxthing , pirategender , shipwreckgender , seacollector

orientations - aroace / aroaceflux

role(s) - Anger Holder , NPD holder (if you have NPD) , fixation keeper

species - animatronic fox

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gender(s) - mangleplushic , fnafambic , cherishfate , fnafminigamic , manglestelic , manglegender , animarionique , foxatronic , manglepangender , babypinkgender , dollscarda

orientations - panromantic demisexual aroaceflux

role(s) - avenger , protector , stim holder , impulse holder

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orientations - achillean / gay

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pronouns - he / hx / dude / cool / orange / bro / sun

gender(s) - boy , orangebodiment , pupgender , sunboy , sunhoardic

orientations - questioning bisexual

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OKAY SO!! it won't let us add more images!! second part is here!

[oboedreamz]

Aboard the “Colossus”, an old space-faring refueling station, the work week finally started to wind down. The massive dagger shaped ship drifted silently through the Velus System trying to avoid any unwanted attention. Inside Aunt Z’s Tavern it was anything but silent. The rowdy evening crowd began to pour in through its old and rusty sliding doors. The hodgepodge of various different species living together in harmony aboard the “Colossus” made it an exciting and unique place to call home. The high tops, booths and

bar stools begin to fill and the sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together begin to fill the room, the weekend has finally begun! Belly pushed tightly up against the bar a tall, green, and handsome Duros boy waited patiently for his drink order. “Order up for Norath Kev!” Belted a tough looking Gilliand female in a frumpy dress uniform with matching fighter pilot cap. With a flash of perfectly white sharpened teeth, Norath grabbed his order from the bar top. “Thanks Aunt Z, I…” before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted with a firm smack on his backside. Norath whirled around to face his assailant, he frowned at the face he saw. There, grinning like a Tooka Cat was his friend Hugh Sion. “One of those drinks had better be for me!” Hugh exclaimed. “You’re lucky I had my hands full or I could have decked you!” Grumbled Norath, with a heavy sigh and a shake of his goggle adorned head, he smiled and passed his friend a “Bespin Fizz.” “Made with the finest Ryloth Rum in the galaxy, only the best for you Sion.” Mocked Norath, as he clutched his own drink, a “Fuzzy Tauntaun” tightly in his hand. Norath hated to admit it, but he was not a seasoned drinker, light weight might even be an understatement. He was tall and lanky, not a trace of body fat on him, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to learn the young Duros couldn’t hold his liquor. The two Resistance fighter pilots and best friends joined their group in a booth towards the back of the tavern. In the dim bar lighting Norath could see Hype Fazon, a male Rodian also known as the “Green Ace” from “Ace Squadron.” The “Aces” were a crew of racers that also acted as the first line of defense for the refueling station. Hype wasn’t a bad guy, but he could be loud and obnoxious at times which was pretty much the polar opposite of Norath’s own reserved and quiet personality. Sitting next to Hype was his friend Kazuda Xiono, a new addition to the “Aces” and a Resistance spy like himself. Kaz was awkward and naive, clumsy and accident prone, but he had a huge heart and would do anything for his friends and loved ones. To Kaz’s left loomed the intimidating figure of Griff Halloran. Griff was the “Black Ace” and an ex tie-fighter pilot for the Imperial Navy. He was muscular, with silver hair and two matching imperial insignia tattoos on his biceps. Griff, along with the rest of the “Aces” had helped him escape The First Order’s clutches, but he still felt unwelcome by the ex-imperial and wasn’t entirely sure why. Sitting across the table from Griff was Bo Keevil. Bo was the “Yellow Ace” a Kel Dor male, he was quiet and calm which was probably why he and Griff seemed to get along as well as they did. The eclectic crew looked up from their drinks as Norath and Hugh approached the booth. Kaz was the first to greet them. He flung himself up and over a protesting Hype and launched himself face first into his two friends. Hugh caught Kaz before he could face plant on the old wooden floors of the tavern. “Whoa! Thanks buddy!” Exclaimed Kaz as he held on to both Norath and Hugh for support. “You owe me a drink for saving your life just now.” Joked Hugh as they took their seats at the booth. “Hey! Don’t get greedy now! You haven’t even finished the drink I got you!” Yelled Norath over the buzz of Aunt Z’s Tavern. “I don’t just let ANYONE smack my ass and then buy THEM a drink!” Hugh chuckled and took a long swig of his fizz. “I bet that was the most action that you’ve gotten in a while Kev!” Teased Hugh as he took another sip of his drink. Norath scoffed as he plunked a straw into his “Fuzzy Tauntaun” and began to take little sips. Aunt Z was heavy handed tonight, she put extra peach schnapps in his drink, he’d have to be sure to take it slow this evening. “How’s your juice Kev?” Teased Hype as he swirled around the last bit or Rodian Rye in his glass before downing it in one long swallow. Hugh choked on his drink and nearly spat it in Hype’s face trying not to laugh at his friends lack of alcohol tolerance.

[starset-mnqn]

Day 20 - Deep

Me, posting the Inktober from a week ago? It’s more likely than you think.

[aquaholicmermaid]

OKAY BUT CONSIDER THIS

Connor McKinley singing “My Whole Family Thinks I’m Gay” by Bo Burnham

[hockeylvr59]

Positive || Kevin Hayes

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So here’s another new piece (because I can’t seem to finish any of my existing series). Fair warning this one is a little rough emotionally, so you know...take a moment to prepare yourself and then let me know how much you want to kill me after. 

Warnings: light smut, ANGST

Word Count: 3,502

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Sitting on an unfamiliar couch with tears streaming down your face was the last thing you wanted to be doing. The next five minutes were going to change your life forever, one way or another. Just the thought of that made it impossible to breathe, your chest tight as you buried your head between your knees. It was only the touch of a soft feminine hand that kept you even a little bit grounded, though that touch could only do much to console you as your world crashed and burned around you. 

Thinking back, you wished you could change the events that had led up to this moment. 

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You’d met Kevin through Jimmy Vesey and the two of you had become fast but casual friends. With you living in Boston while he played in New York and then Winnipeg and then finally Philly, you really didn’t see much of each other during the season. Phone calls were your most frequent form of communication and Kevin regularly called just to check-in or when he wanted to hear your voice after a bad game. 

So when Kevin insisted that you join his family on vacation over the all-star break you were shocked. That seemed like a gesture that breached the ‘just friends’ relationship you had. You’d tried to insist that he should just enjoy his time with his family, but Kevin wouldn’t take no for an answer, threatening to fly to Boston to put your ass on a plane himself. 

With your own commitments, you’d only been able to take a long weekend off and so you’d flown down to the tropics on Thursday evening, arriving sometime in the early morning hours Friday morning. As soon as you’d reached the front door to the beach house whose address Kevin had texted you, the door was pulled open and a pair of warm and strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly to a muscular chest. 

“Y/N! You made it!” Kevin greeted happily, his voice signaling that he had been sleeping until you’d texted him that you were in a cab on your way over. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He added. 

“Hey, Kev…” You replied, a yawn slipping from your mouth as you spoke. It had been a fairly long flight but you hadn’t been able to sleep at all so now you were exhausted. 

“Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Kevin stated, clearly picking up on your fatigue. Walking up a set of stairs you were led into an empty bedroom, where Kevin placed the bag he’d taken from you onto the bed. 

“Thanks, Kev…” You murmured, yawning once more. You watched him as Kevin draped one arm around you, pulling you into his side as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. 

“You’re welcome.” He assured you. “We don’t have any plans tomorrow so feel free to sleep in.” He insisted, pulling away from you and running his fingers through his hair. “Sleep tight. We’ll talk tomorrow when you’re actually awake.” He teased, walking across the room where he pulled your door shut behind him. 

With little to no energy left in your body, you’d simply stripped down to your underwear before crawling into bed, sleep overtaking you the moment your head hit the pillow. 

***

Friday had passed by in a bit of a blur...mostly because you’d spent half your day in bed. Sleeping until your body awoke naturally, it was almost 1 in the afternoon when you glanced at the clock next to your bed. Immediately your bladder signaled its needs and your stomach growled for food, so you pulled yourself out of bed and quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top before slipping out of your room in search of a bathroom and then food. 

The moment you’d descended down the stairs, a flurry of activity reached your ears, as did Kevin’s booming voice. You’d just reached the bottom stair when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and suddenly you were being swung around. 

“She lives!” Kevin exclaimed and once he put you down you smacked him gently for scaring you. 

“She needs food.” You informed him, only to have him nod and drag you to the kitchen where his mom and sister were making either a late lunch or working on the preparations for dinner. While introducing you to the women in the kitchen, Kevin poured you a bowl of cereal, placing it into your hands before disappearing. 

He’d returned a moment later, his nephew in his arms and it was only then that he took a seat across from you at the small table and started chatting away, insisting on hearing about everything you’d been up to since you’d last talked. 

The rest of the day was much the same, Kevin introducing you as one of his best friends to his entire family before pulling you from one thing to the other around the beach house. You’d gone swimming, played cornhole with the men, and helped his sister and sister-in-law clean up after a delicious dinner. 

Though it had been a very low key day you’d learned one important thing: your attraction to Kevin grew tenfold watching him with his family. 

***

Saturday morning had you up at a fairly normal time but when you’d gotten downstairs it was much quieter than it had been the previous day. You’d quickly learned from Kevin’s sister-in-law Kristen that the guys had gone to the golf course and had taken the kids with them and that Kevin had scheduled a spa day for all of the ladies, including you. 

After eating a quick breakfast you’d gone to get dressed and ready to leave. It wasn’t until the group of you was in a car headed to the spa that Kevin’s sister had asked what was going on between the two of you. You’d protested, claiming that you and Kevin were just friends but it was clear that his family wasn’t buying it and honestly you couldn’t blame them. It had been one of the many reasons why you’d protested coming on this trip. This was a trip for Kevin and his family and the fact that he’d insisted you join them seemed to scream that he viewed you as more than just a friend. At the same time, as much as you wanted that to be true you knew that it wasn’t and never would be. 

Eventually, Kevin’s family had dropped the inquiries about your relationship with him and instead just asked questions wanting to get to know you. It wasn’t long into your spa session before you were laughing with the ladies in Kevin’s life as you got manicures and pedicures. Your individual massage session left you feeling utterly relaxed and by the time you rejoined Kevin’s family after your facial, you were feeling completely spoiled. 

It wasn’t until you were being dragged into another room and shoved into a chair to have your hair and makeup done that you realized the true spoiling was only just beginning. 

Kevin was taking you out to dinner tonight. 

He’d told his family that it was just because he hadn’t had the chance to spend time with you just the two of you but just like this vacation as a whole, it was starting to feel like his explanations were merely thinly veiled excuses. And while you weren’t sure how you felt about all of this, you weren’t about to turn down some time alone with Kevin as it had been months since you’d had any with him in person and not over the phone. 

Arriving back at the house with your hair and makeup done professionally, you felt more beautiful than you could ever remember. Kevin had texted you that he’d be back at the house to get you in half an hour and so you rushed up to your room to change into the gorgeous sundress you’d brought with you. You’d brought it with you figuring that it could serve as a cover-up if nothing else, but now it was the only thing that was even semi-appropriate to wear out to dinner. Settling the fabric over your hips, you gazed at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the woman staring back at you. It wasn’t often that you got dressed up to go somewhere and it was a nice feeling. While you knew that you really didn’t have anyone to impress, you were hoping that you’d get a reaction out of Kevin nonetheless. 

You’d just finished hyping yourself up for dinner when you heard Kevin’s booming voice calling your name. Slipping your feet back into your sandals, you started down the stairs, finding Kevin waiting for you in the entryway. 

“How was golf?” You asked him, missing the look of awe on his face as he took in your appearance. 

“Golf was good.” He responded, his hand drifting to your lower back. “You ready?” He asked and when you nodded, he guided you out to the rental car, helping you inside before slipping around to the driver's seat. “How was the spa? Hopefully, my family didn’t give you too much trouble?” He asked, glancing over at you while at a red light. 

“It was incredible. Thank you, Kev. I feel beyond spoiled. And your family was great. I had a lot of fun.” You assured him, relaxing back into the seat of the car. 

“Good.” Kevin mused. “Though you don’t have to thank me. You deserve it.” He’d added in a whisper and for a pause, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

The restaurant Kevin had taken you to was gorgeous and the food was absolutely amazing. You had really missed spending time with Kevin like this and you enjoyed catching up with him. Hours had passed without you even realizing it and sadly before you knew it, it was time to return back to the house. 

Arriving at the beach house, you were taken aback when you walked into the middle of an intense board game session, one which Kristen dragged you into declaring that they needed more players. It wasn’t until the early morning hours that every one trickled off to bed, a little tipsy, having spent hours laughing and carrying on. 

Sliding between the sheets you thought about today’s lesson: you felt like you belonged while with Kevin’s family and maybe “just friends” was more blurred than you had thought. 

***

Sunday was your last full day of vacation, your flight home scheduled for lunchtime Monday. You’d been woken up by a large body bouncing onto your bed and you groaned, shoving Kevin in the chest, still half asleep. 

“C’mon Y/N...we’re spending the day on the beach.” He insisted, once again not taking no for an answer. 

“Fine. Leave so I can get up and get dressed.” You murmured, having slept half nude the night before which was something you didn’t need Kevin to see. 

“You have five minutes.” Kevin declared and though he didn’t say what would happen if you took longer, it was certainly implied that Kevin would drag you out of this room in whatever state of dress. 

Laying in bed for another minute, you finally pulled yourself up and rummaged through your bag for your swimsuit. Sliding it on you then threw on shorts and a t-shirt before throwing your hair up in a messy bun. After grabbing sunscreen and your phone you slipped your shoes on and made your way downstairs to find Kevin goofing off with his niece who was bouncing around excited to head down to the ocean. 

Your day was spent in the sun and sand and waves, as you switched between working on your tan, playing with Kevin’s niece and letting Kevin drag you into the ocean. You’d stayed on the beach until the sun had begun to set. Returning to the house, the men worked on grilling up dinner while the rest of you settled into chairs surrounding a fire pit. 

After enjoying dinner and changing into some actual clothes instead of a damp suit, you’d settled back into the chair, glasses of wine and bottles of beer floating around never to be emptied without being replaced. With the moon high in the sky, you enjoyed the evening with Kevin’s family, his nephew eventually being settled onto your chest, the little boy cooing as he snuggled into you. 

Within ten minutes of being handed the baby, Kevin had come over and taken him from you, handing him back to his brother. Raising an eyebrow at him, you watched as he reached a hand out to you, pulling you from your seat.

“Come take a walk with me.” His words signaled that it was more of a demand than a request and though you were confused, you nodded, slipping off your sandals as you reached the beach to walk barefoot along it with him, nothing but the moonlight guiding your way. 

“Kev...what’s going on?” You eventually asked him, the silence between you becoming overwhelming. Kevin didn’t stop until you had tugged on his arm, forcing him to look at you. When he did it was with eyes that were stormy and your heart picked up speed at the sight of them. 

“Kev…” You repeated. “Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Kevin had never acted like this before and it was something that concerned you. 

“I want to have a baby with you.” Kevin eventually spoke and your jaw dropped as you froze, just staring at him. 

Eventually you found your voice again and were able to stutter out, “You what?” 

“I want you to have my baby,” Kevin repeated. “You’re my best friend. My family loves you. And seeing you holding Beau. Fuck Y/N I need that.” 

“Kev…” You breathed, unable to form any words other than his name with the way your head was suddenly spinning. Staring at him for a moment longer as he just stared back made it hard to breathe and after a moment you turned. “We should head back.” You said softly. 

Kevin didn’t protest, instead linking his large fingers with yours as you walked, only dropping them just before reaching the eyesight of his family. Settling back into your chair you forced a smile onto your face and joined the ongoing conversation, accepting the fresh glass of wine you were offered. 

Not long after, the kids were taken up to bed and the rest of the house slowly moved to follow them. Still, Kevin didn’t move from his spot and neither did you until the two of you were the only ones left out by the dying fire. Watching the flickering flames cast shadows on his face, the only thought that would come to mind was how handsome he was. 

And you weren’t sure whether it was the fire, the wine, the earlier baby snuggles and playtime with Kevin’s niece, or the feelings for Kevin that you’d been suppressing for so long but something pushed you to your feet and over to stand in front of Kevin and it was only once he was looking up at you that you nodded. 

“Okay.” 

Without a word, Kevin nodded back, reaching up to take your hand before guiding you inside and up to his bedroom which was settled the farthest away from the bedrooms where the rest of his family was staying. It wasn’t until the door was closed behind the two of you and the lock flipped into place that Kevin pulled you close, his lips dropping down to yours as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist. 

Everything after that felt like it happened in slow motion. Kevin’s hands were so gentle as he stripped you out of your clothing before lifting and gently laying you back on his bed. His accent was heavy as he slowly murmured about how much this meant to him, how beautiful you were, and how he couldn’t wait to see your body swell with his child. His touch and his kisses were slow and lingered, working your body close to the edge of orgasm not once but twice before finally making you fall apart. It was only then that Kevin pressed inside of you, his mouth silencing your screams as you cried out for him. The sound of your bodies rocking against each other was the only thing filling your ear until Kevin hissed and grunted and suddenly you were filled with a warmth as he spilled inside of you. 

Sleep followed not long after but it wasn’t until you stirred early the next morning that you realized your next lesson of this trip: that you had made a massive mistake. 

***

Tears formed in your eyes as you slid from Kevin’s arms and worked on silently gathering your clothes. After stopping to use the bathroom, you slid back into your room closing the door behind you. It was only then that you really started to cry as you worked to throw on proper clothes before packing your bag up to head home. 

It wasn’t like you were going to leave before talking to Kevin, but...knowing that said conversation was likely going to turn into a fight, well, you wanted to be able to make a quick escape if need be. 

Your stomach twisted as you made your way downstairs, and you forced a smile onto your face as you sat down to eat the eggs that Kevin’s mom was making. Hearing Kevin’s footsteps on the stairs, you got up to intercept him, pulling him outside. 

“We need to talk.” You murmured, watching as Kevin eyed you anxiously. 

“Okay.” He conceded, sitting down on the front porch step of the beach house. 

“Last night was a mistake.” You started and immediately Kevin opened his mouth to protest, an action which you stopped with a shake of your head. “Kevin I’m sorry but it was. I can’t have a baby with you.” You whispered, afraid that someone would overhear you. “I was overwhelmed by the mood of vacation, the moon, the fire, the alcohol, you...but none of that is real Kev. What’s real is that I’m going back to Boston today and you’re going back to Philly and this…” You gestured between the two of you. “This won’t work. And it certainly wouldn’t be fair to even think about bringing a baby into.” It hurt you to see Kevin’s shoulders slump, but this was something that had to be said. 

“Y/N please...we could make it work.” Kevin murmured and you shook your head, tears prickling in your eyes. 

“No. No, we couldn’t.” You insisted, moving to head back inside. “I’m sorry Kev...but I’m gonna grab my bag and go to the airport. Thank you for everything.” As you started to walk past him, Kevin reached out catching just the tips of your fingers. 

“Why?” The word slipped from his mouth without further context and you tugged your hand away from him, brushing the tears from your face. 

“Because you don’t love me the way that I love you.” 

Once back in the house, you grabbed your things before stopping to say a quick goodbye to the rest of Kevin’s family, making an excuse as to why you needed to leave for the airport early. You had a feeling they knew that something was up, but no one said anything and you thankfully didn’t see Kevin again before climbing into a cab. Your heart ached because last night had been so perfect. The problem was that it wasn’t real and you needed something that could be real. Sadly perfect….perfect wasn’t real. 

_____

The steady tic tic tic of the kitchen timer finally sounded, causing you to jump. A glance over at Kristen revealed a concerned but supportive look as she nodded at you. You hadn’t known where else to turn, but you couldn’t do this on your own. You weren’t sure if she knew the details of what had happened or not, but the moment you had messaged her asking for her help she was quick to assure you that you had it. It had been six weeks since you got on a plane and left Kevin behind. Six weeks without a peep from him and you knew it was your fault. All of this was your fault. 

“It’s time to look Y/N.” She whispered. “Take a few deep breaths.” She added, her hand rubbing over your back as you tried to get the courage to flip over the tiny plastic sticks. “Here. Hold my hand.” She insisted. With her strength flowing through your joined hands you took one final breath before reaching over to the coffee table and turning each of the three sticks in turn. 

‘Pregnant.’

‘+ ‘

And two pink lines. 

It had been one night. One mistake. And now you couldn’t deny it any longer. 

You were having Kevin Hayes’s baby.