#but!! I wrote a book and here's the cover!! aaah

[ardawyn]

It's here! 🔥 Today is the cover reveal of my first book!

"Lied des ungezähmten Eises" -> "Song of the untamed Ice"

Last November I got a book deal by the German publisher "Drachenmond Verlag". Sadly, the book will only be avaible in German but maybe there's still some German followers that would like to support me :D

You can pre-order it now HERE.

@gaslightwestern @zmwrites @bebewrites @writingrosesonneptune @ashen-crest @klywrites @akindofmagictoo you guys were interested the last time I made a post :D <3

[bluiex]

Hello there dear Bluie. It is I, back with some more of my fake dating AU that I've accidentally turned into crack. I do not control the characters, the characters control me. I also do not know how to talk normally to strangers, so, excuse the lack of secrecy in this conversation.

--

“Well, hello there.”

They jolted and turned around, slamming the book on their chest as if Scar wanted to steal it—which he didn’t. They squinted at him when they realized who talked to them.

“Oh. It’s you.”

Scar simply grinned. “I didn’t expect to see you here of all places.”

They bit their lower lip, slightly turning their gaze away (not that Scar was looking into their eyes, he was perfectly content to look at their mouth), and looked back at his face. 

“Well,” they paused and gave him a bewildered look. “Wait, you didn’t expect me in the library?”

Scar’s eyes widened. “No, no, I mean, of course I expected you in the library—who wouldn’t want to be in the library—I meant, like, why the boring section of the library?”

They quirked an eyebrow. “I could ask the same.”

Scar gestured with his thumb to the cooking section and presented the cooking book. “Getting something for a visit.”

They hummed. “I’m here for the exact same reason.” They pushed back their shoulders, trying to look taller and confident.

Scar pointed at the book in their hands. “That?”

They inspected the book and gave him a smirk. “Yep.”

“May I ask the occasion?”

Their smirk only grew. “Vacation with my girlfriend.”

Scar held the book with both hands, bouncing on the ball of his feet. “Aww, that’s so cool! I do hope you guys will have fun.”

Their chest puffed. “Why thank you.” They looked at the book, a smile appearing. “We’ve been planning this for a long time, now. You see,” they looked back at him, “we both love travelling, and I’d be a shitty boyfriend if I told her we have to push back our common goal.”

Scar nodded solemnly, knowing absolutely nothing about romantic relationships and how they worked. He drummed his fingers against the cover of his book and smiled at the cat lover. 

And that was when it hit him.

“Oh wait, do you have catsitters?”

He blinked at Scar, mouth agape, and frowned. “What?”

“Catsitters,” Scar repeated, as if it was a known word. The stranger still looked confused. “You know, babysitters but for cats?”

“Oh,” he said, scratching his chin in thought. “I don’t think Amelia called anyone about that.”

“I can do it,” Scar offered without thinking of the consequences. 

And probably suggested a bit too loud when someone close to them shushed them quite loudly. Scar winced, hunching his shoulders and gave that person a sheepish smile. 

“I’ll talk to my girlfriend about it,” the cat lover said, bringing Scar’s attention back to him, “and then I’ll contact you for the final decision.”

Scar grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

The cat lover placed his bag on the ground, opened it and took out a sticky note with a pen. He poked out his tongue as he wrote on it, tore it from the pile, and shoved it to Scar’s chest, sticking it on the cook book. 

Hands on his hips, he let out a sigh. 

“I wrote my contact info. Send something to me before night fall.”

He closed his bag, put it on his shoulders and stood there, both having a starring competition. 

“See ya,” was the last thing he said before he left Scar alone, eyes bored on a wall. 

Scar shook his head and looked at the sticky note. Scar had seen worse handwriting, but it still took him a while to decipher it. 

Grian :)

Below it were a phone number and an email address. Scar couldn’t help the smile forming on his face. The stranger at the library had a name.

-- bloop anon (do not worry about the girlfriend, i have a plan :) )

AAAH I LOVE IT

It's funny tho, I've no idea how strangers interact and I find this very charming and good!

[violetevents]

Oh wait 39. was taken (am so sorry, I thought it wasn’t, my mistake)

Would I be able request .40 instead

(“Okay, so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent”) for Willex if possible!

Hope you have a wonderful day!

aaah don’t worry, thanks for your alternative request!!! i wrote a tiny little collega au, hope you like it :)

40. “Okay, so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent”

Willie enters the library fully expecting it to be empty, but finds Alex huddled away in a corner, squinting at his laptop, table in front of him covered in books an papers.

“Hey,” he says, shaking Alex out of his staring contest with the laptop. He looks rumpled, and sleep deprived, and so absolutely goddamn beautiful Willie forgets to breath for a second.

“Willie?” Alex asks, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Willie says, awkwardly hovering next to Alex’s table. They met in a lecture about music theory only a few weeks ago, he’s not sure they’re good enough friends yet to just unceremoniously plop down at each other’s study tables. “Wanted to get in some late night studying. You still here?” They had spoken, earlier today, when Alex was on his way to the library. That was 8 hours ago.

Alex makes a vague noise. “I have to finish this essay for class tomorrow, but it’s beating my ass. I had a few cups of coffee in the hopes that would revive me and give me the push I need to finish but all its accomplished is that I can now look into five different dimensions all at the same time. One of them has ladybugs the size of elephants.”

“Okay, so. No more caffeine for you, that’s apparent,” Willie says, slightly horrified but not surprised. He doesn’t know Alex that well, but he knows enough to know he doesn’t like failure. Even if avoiding it means drinking an ungodly amount of coffee. “You know what, let me take a look at that, maybe I can help you.”

Alex looks like he’s going to protest, but eventually settles on a relatively weak, “Don’t you have your own coursework to finish?”

“Meh, that can wait.” It can’t, but his professors are just going to have to deal. “Here, give it to me,” he asks, gesturing for Alex’s laptop as he sits down.

For the next hour or so they pour over Alex’s essay together, slowly reaching a point where it’s an acceptable enough product to hand in. Which Alex does, exactly 5 minutes before the deadline.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Alex says, leaning back in his chair, clearly exhausted. “Literally. I was on the brink of insanity. If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you, let me know.”

“I know something,” Willie says, trying to sound cool and aloof and not jittery and nervous when he adds, “you can take me on a date?”

Alex blinks. “Like uh,” he blushes, “like a date date?”

“Yeah,” Willie says, “Like a date date.”

Alex smiles widely as he says, “I would like that,” then he frowns as he ads. “No coffee though. I think I’ve had enough to last me a lifetime.”

Willie laughs so hard the librarian comes over to shush them, even though they’re the only ones still there.

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Tma season 2 notes baybeee

I made myself take several breaks so I could give my frie d who is listening to it at the same time as me a chance to catch up. Honestly just posting them so I have them saved somewhere but whatever.

ep 41: real graham wrote keep watching before he was replaced. Jon feels like he's being watched. But they werent replaced by things related to the eye. It's the web that's on the box that replaces them. Endless hallways and doors to nowhere. I bet nicholas will have ideas what entity this relates to. If it even does. They're like the tunnels in the one with the builder guy. Tunnels closing in etc. Also like the cave diving one. He's assuming it's just one

ep 42: so 100 gecs? (IM SORRY I LIKE 100 GECS BUT LMAO) so there's some entity related to music right? There's the piper episode and the 27 w/ the calliope. Ah yes, this season is gonna be the season of Paranoid!Jon

ep 43: section 31? fucking books. god no. smashed lights? cult lady did that. covered the lights too. she mentioned a spooky clown doll. thats not random.

ep 44: is this that same circus that got mentioned before? it is! the pipe organ! pop off organ! pipe off! mouth on the stomach! yes! mouths in unusual places my beloved!

ep 45: antiques! like that one ep!

ep 46: every time books get mentioned i sigh. hhh sus smells. it got brighter. I get the vibes occasionally that the dark and the eye are sorta at odds with eachother. GRRR BARK BARK LEITNER. ayyy ex altiora. entity go brr. which entity do we thing it is? my guess is The Dark. The book buyer's name is Mike. He has scars? Electricity? The childhood friend of the guy who got it later on perhaps? The Vast? its formatted like an entity idk. This happened before the other one. He got trapped in the wood carving. a win for the web lol spiders go brr

ep 47: did i hear spiral? ITS THE NOT THING FROM THE EPISODE WITH NOT GRAHAM "it didnt move, it shifted" is like the exact same sentence as before. ay john's starting to remember. the laughing woah thats weird. is "michael" one of the entities? "you make it seem like theres a war" supports my theory that theres a struggle between a couple of the entities. I said i thought it was the eye and the dark i believe but im not sure. its whatever entity michael is vs the worms? what did nicholas say the worms were again? The Corruption? still dont know which one michael is tho.

Had to take a break after that episode. smth about the quality of michael's voice makes me feel like im gonna slip into one of those states where it feels like nothing is real, so i got a nice cold glass of water.

ep 48: jesus ok this one's kidna corny. you're telling me love made the crowd go away come on now. Ur losing it big J. also shouldnt it be more sus that "sasha" is so unaffected by the worm incident/ finding of gertrude's body

ep 49: haven't we heard hector's name before? oh is he the crime guy? fucking jared... so it's a throat? chompa chompa. (it's just a little bit hot) the good part about these episodes is that we know whoever's telling the story isn't gonna die. even if it's a close call, they're not dead. hotworth? ok not jared keay. it bothers me how theres so many repeated names, can they not come up with other names? "sasha"'s computer is breaking... sus. Elias our favorite weed man! jon ur so paranoid lmao

ep 50: robert smirk, at it again. this is like that one episode with the old dude who locked his door. who said idle beforehand? was it smirk? fingertips. thats so weird lmao. bahahah tim

ep 51: simon fairchild. im sure jon will mention the name at the end i cant remember where we've heard it. this is just like the cavediving episode. a hand? there was a hand in the last one right? the scalpel! and an eye thing. she's trying to throw them off.

ep 52: thats the guy from before! with the hearts! god i hate this guy writing the statement hh. lights blowing, and brackish water. we know how this ends but its still tense. rainer? reigner? rain man. we've seen him before

ep 53: pls not a leitner. oh boy mans scratched out his eyes. rip skelly. why would gertrude have had this statement off the books? jon stabbed himself?? bruh im? big man are you okay

ep 54: cockney boys! ayy its our favorite delivery men. she cut out their eyes. she knew that the eye was a thing?

ep 55: oily residue like the retirement home!

ep 56: worms? no. spiders?? bruhh. aaah yelling :(( aww martin anyways yeah i called it about paranoid!jon he needs to take a nap and drink some hot chocolate and calm down for once please

ep 57: just remembered, i think theres an entity called The Lonely?? This feels pretty lonely idk. fairchild, lukas/ lucas, some spooky place in norway idk. "sasha" knew he was recordinig hmm suspicious cmon jon figure it out. Sasha and tom. hm sus. for records sake i feel liek i should note here that I did have it spoiled to me simply that that's not sasha, but thats really all. i assumed it was like the thing that happened to graham in S1

ep 58: i feel like i recognize the name eustice (?) wick. someone please tell me im not just watching jon's descent into madness over the course of this podcast. im hoping it isnt so but, (and pardon the dsmp reference) im getting real wilbur vibes from this one.

ep 59: oh dear ok account from the fielding house. swirling designs? Spiral time? oh boyy. oh wait! 6 inch hole in the middle! is it not a spiderweb type design on the table? thats what i had assumed but that description sounds more like a spiral thing. cobwebs is a Web thing. ayy nicholas was right! the box goes in the table! the place that she kissed him was burning. Raymond is an avatar of The Web and agnes is the burning one. Lightless Flame! Why did she save him? i guess she was against this guy eating ppl or wtvr but why was she at the halfway house then? I think she's like michael.

ep 60: the eye go brr

ep 61: breacon and hope once again. tom. sasha's boyfriend. vampires sleep in coffins. the guy just walking in seems similar to the mind control of the vampires

ep 62: bones! its that one leitner. is this mother keay? the mom of gerard? this is what happened to her right? her skin was found on hooks? oh yeah thats what i thought the pages are made of skin. yeesh. The End!! sounds like an entity. phrased like one, and i think i remember it. are the people trapped in the pages? or... kept?

ep 63: eaten by the darkness! cavediving episode! (just like eaten by the sky) did my brain make up one called The Vast? it feels like it should be one, and all these episodes have some similar description about their feelings when they do whatever chosen hobby they have. ok now this one kinda feels like the dark. lights going out and all that. ok so not really a The Vast thing, its more of a Dark thing. feckin smirk gah.

ep 64: dice! the death guy! the death game thing! the person tricked somebody else into becoming death and then they were immortal? but if the egyptians wanted to kill him or punish him or whatever couldnt they just kill him? it worked in the end when he had the person giving the statement stab him, that did the job and actually killed him

ep 65: finally jon is actually acknowledging something is wrong.

So we know Mary Keay was revived most likely with the book by gerard.

Gertrude was way more aware of the entities than Jon. mary keay referenced The End openly and she cut the eyes out of her magazines and all that which makes me think she was aware of The Eye

ep 66: please not buried alive pleeaase not buried alive. lukas of the tundra? didnt we hear the name lukas before? she wanted it to be difficult to find important files because that way bad people couldnt find them?

ep 67: agnes... the girl in the hilltop house? agnes poppin off!! he's really not gonna question how she knew where he lived?? oh no D: the tree. were they the ones working on the house? aww they kissi- OH DEAR. why did she kiss him? it seemed like she cared about him? also she could kiss that other dude on the cheek and he was fine, but maybe it was cuz she was younger? lightless flame go brrrrr.

ep 68: oh god books. yup its bitchboy leitner. mans said "this seems supernatural, its a werd book!" bruuh.

ep 69: heh nice. aw cmon jon listen to martin. gahhh spiders. is that the class we heard about in the other doctor one with the teeth apple? some kind of psych class? oh dear. fucking spiders. aaaah. web do be goin brr. it's like the girl in the homeless shelter! who made the guy leave and she took his bed.

ep 70: is this gonna be the book that mary keay had? Most likely a leitner no matter what. Oh boy latin. Why did it start in latin then become old English? I'm guessing people put them in the book? He cant burn it. Phrophecies go brr. He says eh it's a decade in the future it's fine. Its gonna have changed. Ayy called it. Just accept it, it's a magic book. His death is getting closer. Leitner didnt make them but just collected them? Gertrude burned the book! She burned them down there so no one would know.

ep 71: oh boy tunnels. Our favorite thing /s. is The Buried a thing? Idk this seems pretty buried. Oh dear he's trapped here isnt he. "Not enough space to move, never enough to breathe" is that from the computer episode? With the guy who uploaded his consciousness? Somebody living down there. Hmmmm. Guesses: tom, sasha's boyfriend. Gertrude herself? (Though I doubt it)

ep 72: sweeney todd moment. Meat. The slaughter? Idk we'll see what the supernatural part is. Meat is meat. Similar to the slaughterhouse episode. Is it fucking Jared I swear to God it better not be. Hooligan teenagers, you know how it is. Meat is me lmao. Is the kid gonna be in the freezer. Ok that's good. OWW. Oddly textured candles. Made from people? Human fat or smth? Tom from the meat processing plant!

ep 73: outer bay shipping. Bet it's a subset of breacon and hope delivery. The Dark go brrr. Uh oh mans is gonna die. Leo or whatever. Cult ppl go brr. The people's church of the divine host. Who is the divine host? Is it reigner or whatever his name is? I dont think Jon can quit tbh. Probably an anonymous tip but from who?? One of the entities?

ep 74: fucking teeth hhh. I dont know which entity is related to teeth. Spiral. Isnt the spiral an entity. It feels like it could be related to many things idk. Yeah this sounds like the spiral. Heart attack at 29? Jesus... michael! That's kinda what I was thinking. Sasha goin in the tunnels. Hmm sus. They move the floor. Wack. Bet its tom.

ep 75: Man with a lightning scar. Has one of the leitner books. The childhood friend of the one who first introduced us to leitner. Oh my god that sounds terrifying. Michael crew.

ep 76: scalpel? Hmm spooky. NotSasha... think jon think.

ep 77: another double! NotThem, The Stranger. Not related to the table?

ep 78: what was that at the beginning? Question mark?? Oh boy more NotThem. Decker... what is the deal with the table. Does it contain the creature? Fucking Michael. Bitchboi himself.

ep 79: yes pop off martin. Ugh fucking Michael just leave man. I hate that dude. New person. Hmm. No idea who it is.

ep 80: shitener himself! Ok sir tell us the entities. Ayy The Spiral. Ok we know what that one is. The Eye is the beholding! Oooh. The Stranger. Did elias just kill leitner? Popping off honestly.

[longforyesterday]

Ok. Here we are. Long post(/rant) ahead in response to the photo above. Sorry for my English, but I had to get these things off my chest. Thanks to everyone who will take the time to read this post, and tell me what you think!

1. They had all agreed to shut up about the “divorce” and he announced it to promote his album.

First of all, it was Allen Klein (one of the main villain in this wretched story) that had convinced John - who was very enamoured with him, his persona and his promises - not to tell anyone about it. In late December 1969 John, however, told journalist Ray Connolly, who didn’t say a word. Klein wanted to make as much money as he possibly could from the band, and announcing the break-up would have certainly damaged that prospect.  Paul did it in April 1970. That’s four months of limbo, of nothing. He was in the midlle of an uncertain situation, with a manager who profited off them and their work and that he didn’t want, his bandmates and closest friends against him. Paul loved the Beatles and being a Beatle, he never wanted them to break up but the time had come. George had wanted out for years but never left for good. We all know John had lost interest in the band and had already started working with Yoko. I feel like Ringo didn’t want the band to break-up, but just went along with the other two, hoping that Paul would eventually agree with them. Releasing a solo album (that he put together without any help from the other three) while staying in the Beatles under Klein, with no hope of a follow-up to Abbey Road, in a tense situation, after John’s “divorce” private announcement, alone against the other three would have meant - for Paul - that everything he made from it would have gone to Klein for the most part. Of course he didn’t want that. Let’s not act like this didn’t affect Paul at all.  It must also be mentioned that, while he was working on his solo album, Allen Klein and John had contacted Phil Spector to work on Get Back/Let It Be, which had been shelved.

Back in Beatles headspace, Paul sat in a room at Cavendish Avenue and, with fresh ears, reviewed the results of the second version of the Get Back LP. To his mind, the music was stark, unadorned, frighteningly bare, but ultimately thrilling. Klein, meanwhile, bluntly deemed it ‘a crock of shit’ and conspired with Lennon to bring in Phil Spector, who had just overseen the rousing production of ‘Instant Karma!’, to rework the tapes. Unknown to McCartney, Spector booked studio time in March and began slathering strings and brass, fairytale harp and aaahing choir onto ‘The Long And Winding Road’, making it sound hopelessly corny, like a BBC orchestra backing Engelbert Humperdinck. At this stage, however, Paul remained unaware of this development, his thoughts somewhere else entirely. Secluded in his music room at Cavendish Avenue, McCartney began recording his first solo album.

Tom Doyle, Man On The Run

Then came a letter (maybe it’s just me, but I find it a little passive-aggressive) from the rest of the Beatles.

Ringo Starr stood on the doorstep of McCartney’s house at Cavendish Avenue, unaware that he was about to precipitate the end of The Beatles. His tricky diplomatic mission, which he had chosen to accept in his role as the chirpy drummer, was to convince his increasingly estranged bandmate that there was an unacceptable clash of release dates between the long-delayed Get Back – now renamed Let It Be – and Paul’s freshly minted eponymous solo album, which was due to be issued only a week before. With him, he had a letter, dated 31 March 1970, handwritten by John Lennon and co-signed by George Harrison. It read: ‘Dear Paul, We thought a lot about The Beatles and yours [sic] LPs – and decided it’s stupid for Apple to put out two big albums within 7 days of each other. So we sent a letter to EMI telling them to hold your release date ’til June 4th (there’s a big Apple-Capitol convention in Hawaii then). We thought you’d come round when you realised that The Beatles album was coming out on April 24th. We’re sorry it turned out like this – it’s nothing personal. Love, John and George.’ Paul – his patience already strained, his temper on a hair-trigger – invited his friend inside and very quickly absorbed this information. Then he erupted. ‘I told him to eff off,’ Paul says. ‘Everyone, to my mind, was completely treating me like dirt. It was kind of like, “We’re the big guys, we’re the grownups.” And I said, “No way, man. Get out.”’ Ringo swiftly departed with the sound of Paul’s fury ringing in his ears. McCartney refused to budge and his solo album was released on 17 April 1970, forcing Let It Be back another two weeks to 8 May. It was the moment when Paul McCartney finally gave up on The Beatles, the point where he mentally quit the group.

Tom Doyle, Man On The Run    

Of course the news provoked public outrage, and Paul - trying to set the record straight - later said 

‘It was all a misunderstanding,’ he protested. ‘I never intended the statement to mean “Paul McCartney quits Beatles”. I didn’t leave The Beatles. The Beatles have left The Beatles, but no one wants to be the one to say the party’s over’ 

Tom Doyle, Man On The Run

but John was furious because he had wanted to announce it to the world and Paul had beaten him to it. He didn’t announce it to promote his own solo efforts, he wasn’t the type of person to do such a thing: Paul left that limbo he didn’t want to stay in and did what had to be done, even though it was painful. His first solo album resented from the announcement, and McCartney was destroyed by critics for ages because of it, not because of the songs, and by John, George and Ringo too.

2. “He sued the Beatles”

Yes, he sued them, that’s a fact. He sued them in December 1970, at the end of an year during which he had received worldwide hate and criticism for his actions and for his album. He could have sued the other three immediately after the release of McCartney or Let It Be (and he was booed during screenings of the movie), but procrastinated and thought a lot about it. He also had a nervous breakdown because he felt worthless and useless and because of that difficult situation within the group (which at that point didn’t exist anymore) and with Klein. We could have lost him if it hadn’t been for Linda.  There was no other escape from that situation. He brought his former bandmates to court with a heavy heart. He “killed” the Beatles, but he also saved them from their manager. In the end they all recognised Paul was right about Klein, and he did them a favour by freeing them from that shark and from Apple.

3. “It’s a drag”

Imagine having just learned of your close friend’s sudden, terrible death at the hands of psycopath. Imagine burying yourself in your work, in the studio to deal with your grief, and crying your eyes out all the while (George Martin was there with him, and I trust George Martin). Then you come out of the studio and a journalist shoves a microphone in your face, prying, asking you for a reaction to the sad news you’ve been trying to deal with for hours. He probably was still in denial. Everyone has a different reaction to death and grief.

4. “He lost their songs to his little Jackson mate”

Paul and Michael had worked together on two singles, and MJ had hung out with the McCartneys in their Scottish estate. He had also asked Paul for financial advice, and he suggested investing in song-publishing. The Beatles catalogue was up for sale and Jackson seized the opportunity. Of course Paul didn’t think MJ would go after their songs and was upset about it (eight years of his and his former bandmates’ hard work in another man’s hands? I would be furious) and he and Yoko weren’t able to outbid Michael and to get the songs back, which only happened ten years ago. 

5. The credits for ‘Yesterday’

Every song in the Beatles catalogue that wasn’t a cover, written jointly with Ringo or written by George was credited to Lennon-McCartney, even when they wrote and composed separately (especially after 1967). Paul and John also agreed that the credits could be reversed, if either of them wanted to, on any future releases. When I first got into the Beatles, I thought that that was a good arrangement, but in my book the name of the main composer should go first. For example,in my opinion, A Day In The Life is correctly credited to Lennon-McCartney, but Eleanor Rigby, which was Paul’s creation with some input by John, should be McCartney-Lennon. But this is just my opinion. Now, Yesterday. We all know Yesterday was and is Paul’s baby. John repeatedly said he had nothing to do with it. In Wings Over America (1976), Paul reversed the credits for five Beatles songs, and John didn’t say a word about it. In 1996, before the release of Anthology 2, Paul asked Yoko to reverse them only for Yesterday, and she disagreed. He didn’t ask her to remove John’s name. After Yoko’s refusal, (probably unbeknownst to Paul) Linda, who was at the height of her chemo treatment, phoned her to ask the same thing, only to be answered “That’s never going to happen”. She could have been more empathetic and polite. Maybe she refused beause Yesterday is the most covered song of all time and still makes a lot of money?

6. “Salieri and Mozart”

Some people may argue that I’m bringing Yoko into this for no reason whatsoever, but - actually - there is a reason. The comparison with Salieri and Mozart was made by Yoko herself in a BBC interview in December 1997, when Linda was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. Put yourself in Paul’s shoes.  Your wife is dying and your best friend’s widow rubs salt into the wound and describes you as the Salieri to her late husband’s Mozart. Common knowledge has it that the two composers were enemies, and that Salieri even poisoned Mozart, but in reality the Italian musician was Wolfgang’s mentor and tutor, and we probably wouldn’t have had Mozart without Salieri. If you choose to make that comparison just as Yoko made it, you should keep in mind the historical truth, and that Salieri was essential. The person who made the comment said that Paul is the modern equivalent of Mozart, and for a reason. Mozart had been a musical prodigy since his childhood, and Paul was and is still considered by many an all-round musician and multi-instrumentalist. People who worked with the Beatles like George Martin and Geoff Emerick, their sound engineer, even said that he was the most musically talented of the four. He also composed Yesterday in his sleep, for heaven’s sake! You can have your favourite among the four Beatles, but you can’t deny his talent. (The commentator isn’t doing that, but a lot of people did it in the past and still do to this day.)

7. *I’m not going to repeat those last words*

Read up on his life and work, dear commentator, and then tell me if you still think that. And his solo work shouldn’t be dismissed like that. Maybe I’m Amazed? Another Day? Band on the Run? Live and Let Die? Here Today? I could go on. (The other former Beatles wrote some clunkers too, let’s not forget that). I think that many of the nasty, horrible comments about Paul come from what John said about him immediately after the break-up. John regretted them later, walked back on them, apologised and made peace with Paul (who never badmouthed him in the press), but the media ignored that and continued spreading lies. Paul wasn’t and isn’t perfect, neither of them was. A lot of people (mainly boomers) just like to act like John was Saint John of Peace from Liverpool and never did anything wrong, while the other three were inferior to him and evil people, especially Paul. Nowadays (thankfully) people tend to be objective and to not believe the old whitewashing propaganda that has been perpetuated by the Lennon Estate. But this post is not the place for that.

[yume-no-ai]

Prompt Writing: ‘Tobio gets detention. Hitomi, not wanting to be alone, joins them’.

“KAGEYAMA!!! HINATA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!”

A loud scream from outside of the class echoed through the classroom hallway. All of the students, even staff in high school definitely recognised the owner of that voice. It belonged to the headmaster of the school. Rumour says that he wore a toupee to cover his bald spot. Numbers of heads peeking out from class to witness a chaotic scene. They saw two boys from 1st Year grabbing each other’s collar.

         Hinata quickly defended himself and let go of Kageyama’s collar. “It was Kageyama, Sir!! He pushed me and made me bump into this vase, Sir!!” Hinata shrieked. Kageyama grunted since it was true. But geez can’t this boy make a white lie? It was an accident!

Actually both of them were making a bet that whoever reaches their class first will have to treat curry bun for a week and both of them neither wanted to give up. The two ran so fast until Kageyama accidentally pushed Hinata and made him hit the headmaster's favourite vase.

         “Kageyama!! Go to the detention class! Right now!!” the headmaster said in his angry tone while pointing to the direction of the detention class. Kageyama frowned and slowly walked his way to the said room. Hinata flashed his victory grin but quickly gulped when he saw the headmaster’s furious face. “Hinata! Go back to your classroom!!” “Y-yes, Sir!!”

Everyone who was the audience quickly retreated back to their seats when their class teacher arrived. Yoshino Hitomi, Kageyama and Hinata’s friend who was in their next class, saw Kageyama getting detention. It is semi-true that Hitomi actually had a crush on Kageyama and his setting on volleyball. She loves to watch how Kageyama plays. She stared blankly at her teacher who was explaining about equations while her mind was planning something. Her two childhood friends, Kunimi and Kindaichi, noticed that she was in her own space….so Kindaichi threw a small paper ball at Hitomi and she snapped back to reality.

         “What’s up, Hitomi? You are not focusing on the lesson”, whispered Kindaichi who sat in front of her. Hitomi blushed. Never thought that someone would catch her daydreaming. “N-nothing….say…I never got any detention before. How do you get one?” asked Hitomi.

Kindaichi and Kunimi exchanged looks. “Why do you want to get detention for”, asked Kunimi, who sat next to Hitomi. “I…was just curious what it's like to sit in a detention class,” Hitomi said. She took off her glasses to wipe off small dusts that landed on her glass and put it back on.

“Or is it because you want to accompany your crush?” teased Kunimi and it was a jackpot. Hitomi cleared her throat to cover up the embarrassment. Kunimi sighed. “You just have to make trouble and the teacher will send you.”

“Yoshino! Kunimi! Stop talking! Kindaichi, face infront! What are you three talking about? Do you even pay attention to what I’m teaching? Miss Yoshino, please come to the front and answer question number 5. Do provide some calculations as well”, their teacher called them out.

“Here’s your chance, Hitomi. Do calculations wrongly and he will send you to detention class for not paying attention”, advised Kunimi. Hitomi nodded and got up from her seat. She took the chalk from the teacher and wrote it on board. She knew the answers already but she wrote it wrong on purpose. After she answered, she put down the chalk and facing the teacher. The teacher checked on her answer. “Miss Yoshino. I know you are a very clever girl and would answer this correctly even with eyes closed but…. It’s okay! Everyone makes mistakes! Please return to your seat” said the teacher. Hitomi was in disbelief.

“Uhm so no detention for me, Sir?” she asked out of curiosity. The teacher shook his head. “Nope! It’s alright! Like I said, everyone makes mistakes. I will let it slide, Miss Yoshino.”

Hitomi clicked her tongue. The plan failed. She returned to her seat and glared at Kunimi for making her have high hopes. “Hey don’t glare at me! Koutaro always get detention for answering wrongly,” Kunimi defended himself.

“Try being a rebel, Princess” suggested Kindaichi. Although Kunimi and himself knew he had a crush on Hitomi, he will always try to be a supportive friend. “Why don’t you drop your books with a loud thud and loudly saying “Aaaahh! I don’t want to study anymore!”. That should do the trick.”

Hitomi nodded. She stared at her books on the table, picked it up and dropped on the floor. It was producing a loud thud as if someone just dropped a big box. She looked up at her teacher and said, “Aaah…I don’t want to study anymore, Sir”. To everyone, her voice always had a monotonous tone and she looked like a bad actor who reads scripts on board.

“Miss Yoshino, what is going on with you? Are you okay? Geez the weather must be too hot that it’s gotten into your head! Kindaichi, Kunimi! Help her with her books okay?” the plan once again failed. “Are you okay, Miss Yoshino? Do you want to go to the nurse room?”

“Wait…what about detention, Sir?” Hitomi was very confused. Why was it so hard to get a detention?

“Huh? No detention for you. I understand the weather is hot. Please relax”, answered the teacher.

Hitomi cannot believe this. She watched Kunimi and Kindaichi bending down to pick up her books. “Sorry the plan failed,” said Kindaichi. Hitomi shook her head. She was so confused how hard it is to get detention for her. This will be her last attempt.

She stood up from her seat and walked over next to her teacher. She talked to him that nobody in class can hear what she is saying. The teacher nodded his head. He wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Hitomi. Hitomi returned to her seat and packed her bags.

Kunimi, Kindaichi and the rest of the class were unbelieved. All it took for Hitomi to get a detention was just ask for it!

Hitomi flashed a small smile before exiting the classroom.

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 Kageyama heard a knock on the door and noticed a familiar figure. It was Hitomi. He was shocked to see Hitomi in detention class because….Hitomi actually a top student in 1st Year! How can she get into trouble? Both of them waved when they saw each other.

“Wow, Hitomi! This is the first time I see you in detention class,” said Kageyama watching Hitomi sitting next to him. Hitomi smiled. “Me too.”

“So, what did you do?”

“Nothing. All I did was ask for it.”

Kageyama was shocked and he thought he misheard it. “What?”

“I just wanted to.”

“…… You always surprise me.”

[mightyfineblog]

Riding Brian’s thighs and making a mess and him being all hot over it and fucking you until you’re begging him to cum in you smut?

A quick blurb.

Brian May x Reader Smut

Aaah, dear. Brian legit has the right to fuck you over anywhere. He is a pleaser, won’t tease you too much, when you are needy. You’d try to play it cool, but gave in your resistance a long time ago. His eyes and lips are so manipulative, you succumb entirely.

One day though, while he was working at the studio, you got super bored at home. You tried everything from telly to books to baths… it all made your horny thinking about Bri.

After giving yourself a good bath, massaging some oils into your skin to make it glow, you had a glass of champagne by yourself, while dancing in front of the mirror. Needless to say, you ended on the floor, hands running up your body, feeling sexy as hell. “Gotta do something about it.” You thought.

Popping in the studio, you playfully skipped to Brian and placed your hands in front of his eyes. “Guess who?” You giggled.

He places his hand on top of your and in one swift moved turned you in his brace. “Whats up darling? Didn’t expect you here?” He starts trailing a finger on your temple.

“Aren’t you excited to see me?” You pout your lips.

“Yes I am” he gently kissed your nose.

You let a quiet groan as you wrapped your hands in his hair, twirling it between you fingers. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss.

“Briii” you moaned. “Babe, I miss you” you puppy eye him.

“How’s that so?” He have you a calming smile.

You leaned to whisper in his ear “it’s so lonely st home. Tried everything to distract myself, unsuccessfully! All I kept thinking was you, still is… “

“What does my baby want?” His soft voice sends shivers.

“Need you Brian, need you now.” You we’re playing with the hem of his shirt.

“We’re due to a break in like 5…go upstairs, and find the boiler room” he seeuctively instructed you, before giving your bum a small slap.

You giggled and took off. Once inside the dark boiler room… you sat in a table kicking your legs, in anticipation. It was purely too hot, you had to get rid of your jacket, scarf and shoes, leaving yourself only with a dress.

Then Brian shoves himself in, staring “already started without me? Tc tc tc” he clicked his tongue.

“It’s hundred degrees in here Brian…” you defend yourself.

He stepped closer and you dragged him by the collar In a wet kiss. Your tongue playing with his, trying to dominate, be he wouldn’t let you.

Your hands pushed him next to you and you immediately straddled his lap.

Kissing him restlessly, your mouth was sucking on his neck. “God, you’re so needy…” smirks at you. 

“You got no idea, how much, i need a relief, Brian!” you hiss against him, grinding on his lap. 

“Do you want to ride my thigh?” he cocked his head to the side.

“yes, yes, please” you plead, as he shifts you up, brushing his fingers  against your wet underwear. “Mmm” he hums, and slides them down. situating you in his lap, his hand is guiding down your hip, while the other tugs your dress up.

Once your glistening core makes contact with the leather of his pants, you let a moan. “Moan for me” he encourages, guiding you with both hands.

“Aah, this feels so good…” you pant. 

“Does it now?” he lifts his leg and you fall against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck. You are panting and moaning, while he whispers dirty things in your ear, making you squirm even more. Until he feels you are getting close, your are sloppier and your moans strangled. He abruptly lifts you up and you whine in protest “Brian!” 

“You think, I was going to just let you come that easily? Gotta beg for it, darling. Look at the mess you made.” he looks at the pool on his thigh.

You are so ready to throw a tantrum, but he is quick to remove his trousers and underwear. Springing free his length, he pushes you flat on your stomach on the table. Without warning he pushes all the way in, making you yelp at the sudden friction. 

“You like that, babygirl?” He leans and his hand wraps around your chin, making you look at him. You nod. “Please, Bri. Fuck me.” succumb.

He starts pounding hard, making your head fall forward, in your hands. you are biting your lips so hard not to scream.  

He leans again and grips your hair, pulling it backwards, making your back arch. 

“Fuck” you whine. “Do you want to come?” his soft voice doesn’t match his rough movements. 

“Yes, please, yes!” you quint your eyes. “Since you beg so dearly for it.” His hand find your clit and starts massaging it, soon after you are panting so hard, all you say is his name, the only warning you give, before a hot wave rushes through you body. Your legs, weak, eyes closed. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” you cry out as he goes even more rough against your sensitive core. “Brian, please, come inside of me” you find yourself begging.

Your oversensitive throbbing cunt, is warming up again, as you feel a second more powerful orgasm, creeping up to you. “That’s right, Y/N! Need you to come on my cock, one more time.” he slaps your bum. 

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer!” he grunts.

“Please, come inside of me Brian. Fill me up, let it drip down my legs.” your voice is shaky as you are close too.

He grunts a few more times and then spills his hot cum, making your walls close around him, covering you from everywhere, completing you.

“Shit, baby” he rides out his high, while you are tossing under him, crying from your over sensitive second orgasm. 

When he pulls out, his cum drips down your shaky legs. He kneels and enjoys the view “Don’t wash until I come home.” 

…

Sorry for any mistakes, hadn’t edited at all, literally wrote it on the ride home.

[hotsexydorks]

hi there, im the guy that wrote the 3 prompts, fucking loved them btw. I think i have a way to extend the last one and maybe another idea?, 1) sheriff fucking stiles tells him to take off the blindfold, hes kinda freaked out but to addicted to0 his dads cock to do anything but ask for more, sheriff ends up whoreing stiles out in either a gangbang or just a regular pack bitch kind of thing. 2) one of the alphas (scott,peter or derek) sweat becomes super aphrodesiac for the pacl and licking them

First of all, how dare you :P . Second of all, glad you like them. 

1) Sheriff fucking stiles tells him to take off the blindfold, hes kinda freaked out but to addicted too his dads cock to do anything but ask for more, sheriff ends up whoreing stiles out in either a gangbang or just a regular pack bitch kind of thing. 

Hey pt 2 : Sheriff / Stiles

From that day John started growing bolder, his attitude growing stronger and his power over Stiles taking over. He should have been deleting everything and drinking himself into a stupor to try forget it all but he wasn’t. He wanted more. 

As their relationship went on Stiles started to divulge to the older male how much he wanted this to be real. How their conversations and interactions were enjoyable and how he kept thinking about him and his dick even while he was hooking up with other men. He told him none of them ever came close and that he had made the decision that his dick was perfect. 

That night John popped a viagra, not that he needed it, put on a cock ring and fucked Stiles harder than he had. Claim the boy as his own and showing Stiles how he truly had the perfect cock for him. He managed to fuck Stiles into a mess, he was just a bundle of limbs by the end of it his body left in any position John had wanted him in. When he stopped it was now morning at a Monday morning at that. He looked at his watch seeing that Stiles’ alarm would be going off soon he darted out of the room and into his car in hopes to make it home before his son. 

He had been so caught up in fucking the boy’s hole he didn’t pay attention to the time. John had barely had time to make his coffee once he got back, dressed down into his robe and underwear sitting at the table when Stiles came through. John wondered how often Stiles did this because he didn’t even hear his son come home or even through the front door. 

“Good morning.” John spoke up from his morning paper. He looked up at saw his son struggling to move doing his best to hide the effects of last night. The red marks, the bites, his writing. But more than that he could see the cum in Stiles’s hair, so if his son hadn’t cleaned his hair he doubted he had cleaned his ass after it. That’s when John realised his cock was still painfully hard and leaking from the viagra he took earlier. He shifted his body further under the table to hide it so his son couldn’t see. 

“..Morning..” Stiles yawned , which probably wasn’t faked following his time last night. He turned on the coffee pot and started to make coffee for the two of them. 

“Late night?” John asked him, like any caring father would. 

“Yeah.. stayed up ramming stuff into me for a mid term.” Stiles nodded his fingers drumming on the surface of the counter as he looked at his phone. Anxiously waiting for his Daddy to text him. He bit his lip debating with himself if he should send a text first, usually it didn’t bother him but after what he had said he was worried he drove him away. 

He poured out the coffee and handed one to his father not noticing his strange position at the table for an early morning read. With the first sip of his coffee he had made up his mind. Stiles went back to his room, pulling out his phone and found his Daddy’s number. 

“Hey Daddy, last night was awesome. When are you going fuck my hole again? My sloppy cunt is so needy right now, I didn’t get a chance to clean your cum out so I just had to use a butt plug to keep all your cum in.” 

John was a smart man, when Stiles insisted they swap numbers he was sure to get a second phone for just their escapades. So when he felt the phone beep in his pocket he smirked looking up to where Stiles’ room was. 

“Oh that needy already baby boy? How about this, you be a good boy and do everything I tell you today and I’ll make sure you get the best present you could ever wish for.” 

“Anything, name it ;)” Even with the flirty nature of it Stiles was ready for it, his hole already trying to use the plug to satiate the hunger.

“Good boy.” John smirked in the phone pushing it quickly away as he stood up his cock hitting the table. “Hey kiddo! You’re going to be late!” 

~~~ 

John texted Stiles throughout the day, teasing the boy with pictures of his cock, and giving him things to do and Stiles did them all. Take a picture in the bathroom stall stroking his cock; done, go to school commando; done, stroke himself during class under the table; done. John was happy seeing how obedient his boy was. For Stiles’ final task he told his son to take out the plug that had been holding back the cum he had left there and to let the cum drip from his ass as he walked out to be collected. 

Stiles was fidgeter than ever and his face was red while he did it but eventually his ass let the plug out with a loud pop and he was walking out to meet his father in the parking lot. 

The ride back was a battle of who could act the most normal, Stiles with the loads leaking from his ass or John knowing his son was his whore. 

Either way they got back and Stiles ran out of the car and up to his room texting his Daddy. 

“I did it Daddy, on please tell me what’s my reward “ Stiles sent the male a text with a picture of his ass still leaking the cum. 

“Wait until tonight, send me your address, leave your door open and be in position tonight at 1 am.” 

Stiles gulped looking at the message he knew he shouldn’t, they hadn’t anytime before but he was too horny to say no, too addicted to the cock to lose it. 

~~~

He did as John asked, going around the house and getting it already. Stiles had told the male that he was only allowed into his room and that’s it. So Stiles marked him a path and waited in his position where John came in. 

John saw his son, his little slut, with his ass up naked and his blindfold on. He made his presence known by walking forward and caressing Stiles’ ass. “What a good little slut boy you’ve been for me today.” 

Stiles moaned, nodding. “Yes Daddy!!” Knowing that his father left hours ago he didn’t hold back his voice. “Please fuck me Daddy!” 

“Oh I will baby boy, but first you deserve a your treat don’t you Stiles.” John said his sons name for the first time like this. His name feeling dirty on his tongue even as his son. 

“Yes Daddy!” Crap. Stiles thought he’d left one of his books out with his name, but even though he should have been scared he was turned on. “Fuck me first!!” He reached behind him, hooking his fingers at his hole and spreading it for the man like how he liked. 

John didn’t need more of an invitation, he slammed his cock in to Stiles’ ass and started to pound at his son’s hole. It didn’t take long for Stiles to turn back into the drool mess he was on John’s cock. His thick cock punched his hole over and over again, his hands smacking his cheeks turning them red. He was sure now was the time, all vulnerable and begging for cock.

“Time for you surprise kid.”  John pulled off the blind fold. By now he had turned Stiles on to his back, fucking him from above. 

It took Stiles a moment before he realised what was happening. He opened his eyes slowly the cock making his body feel light and loose like it always did, but when he saw the man’s face he’s body was confused. “DAD!?” Stiles shouted his body trying to move away but only pushing John against him harder. He could feel his balls pulling up and he was grabbing the base of his cock to try stop himself. This was wrong. So, so wrong. “STOP! DAD! PLEASE!! W-what are you..” Stiles sobbed as the pressure continued to build and with his hands stopping himself he just rode the line of orgasm. He rode the line on his father’s cock, a cock that was making his body tingle and his toes curl in pleasure.  

“ooo-ooo-mmmmhmmh-aaah!!” Stiles couldn’t rationalise it. He couldn’t think anymore about it, his body belonged to his father, it had for months and now he knew it. “ I’m cumming!” Stiles chanted repeatedly, his body shaking through it. 

John on the other hand was loving it, he could see the look in his sons eyes shift from euphoria to terror and then to something beyond euphoria as if he were experiencing all the splendours of the earth. “That’s it slut, cum on your Daddy’s cock.” 

Stiles covered himself in his own cum, reaching up to his face he panted reaching down to his ass without missing a beat. “Fuck me Daddy, keep fucking me!!” He laughed, there wasn’t anything else he could do but love his father’s fucking and laugh at his own sluttiness. 

John smirked leaning down as he fucked his own son. “You’re gonna take every cock I tell you too, even when I whore you out to your friends.”

2) One of the alphas (scott,peter or derek) sweat becomes super aphrodisiac for the pack and licking them

Gonna go with Scott cause I wanted to do a different take on this one.

Workout Buzz : Scott/Liam/Derek/Deaton

Scott had finished up coaching for the day, he sent the players home and he looked around the room remembering the fond memories he had of this place. All the things the pack got up to how they all met. It rushed back to him, he didn’t have time to think about it since he had become so busy with the job but now that there was some down time he took that moment. 

The lockers they used, the games they played it all was in here. He stroked his hand against the machines in the gym and shrugged, why not use the equipment that was here. Scott hadn’t worked out in a while so it would probably do him some god.

He hopped on to the treadmill to get some warmup cardio going before he moved over to some weighted machines working his legs and then his arms. By the time Scott was feeling tired his clothes had soaked through and his sweat rolling down his body, face, arms, everything. Engrossed by his workout Scott hadn’t heard his phone ring, or even notice Liam coming in until he spoke. 

“Hey.. could I get a lift? Stiles said he’s busy right now.” Liam fixed his bag on his shoulder, since Scott had started as their coach it had been a weird transition for him. They were friends, he was his alpha, but he couldn’t let interfere with Lacrosse or the team. He knew people would be all too happy to call favouritism. 

Scott whipped his head around nodding. “Sure, let me just dry off and I’ll dive you.” He smiled at his beta as he got up. The alpha approached his beta and collected his sweat in his hands, shaking it at the younger male to tease him. Being playful with Liam since he had been serious with him all the other times they had been together because of the company. 

“H-hey cut it out Scott” Liam laughed weakly as he tried to bat Scott’s arms and body away but in doing so he set his own fate. The sweat wasn’t just sweat it was more, the closer it got the more he thought it smelt good. When it touched his skin he felt the urge to lick it, to taste it. Even as Scott walked away laughing the thoughts still lingered, he didn’t know why. Why sweat, or even, a guy. 

Liam glanced up seeing Scott round the corner he licked his arm where some of the sweat had landed and his body shook. He felt fireworks and sparks fly through him. He wanted more. He had just found the best high in the world and he wanted it again. Liam blushed his inhibitions being melted away from the intensity of Scott’s scent in the room he had just been working out in.

Scott was still out of view and Liam didn’t know what to do. His sense were being assaulted and all his body was telling him was that he needed it again. The rush calling to him, the scent pulling him in. Liam ended up at bench Scott had sweat at and found his tongue pressed flat against the fabric licking of the male’s scent and moaning as his shorts tented from just Scott’s sweat, the sweet nectar as far as Liam was now concerned.

But it wan’t enough. Liam got up his eyes shining and hungry. He moved swiftly to where Scott was finding spare clothes and a towel and he pulled the towel away from Scott , leaning into lick at his neck. Liam shuddered again the feeling of it from Scott’s skin making it ten times better to him, he couldn’t hold back the moan. He licked up to Scott’s jaw and back again trying to take more. 

Scott jolted forward when he realised what was happening, that wasn’t water going at his neck that was Liam’s tongue. He shoved Liam back and on to the ground as his hand ghosted over where Liam was just touching is shock. “LIAM!? What the h-” Scott couldn’t even finish his word when he saw what Liam was doing. The blonde jock was flat on his ass hand down his pants and jerking off.

“Fuckkk Scott you’re so hot!! Pleaseee!! Let me lick you!” The young beta crept forward trying to get more. Scott pushed Liam back not wanting to hurt him he hurled him towards the matts and Scott barely had time to grab his phone before he made it out.  

He ran from the school into the trees, running until he hit the preserve. His ears all the time listening behind him, Liam was still back at the school and he was away from him. He needed to find out what this was and fast. Scott looked out from the clearing and saw the old Hale house, he knew Derek would be there trying to get estimates for the renovation; maybe he knew. 

By the time Scott got to the land he was sweating again, his run making him exhausted and breathless. The alpha was hunched over trying to catch his breath again.

“Scott??” Derek appeared from behind Scott, coming from his camaro he reached out to the other wolf touching his back. “You okay Scott? What’s wrong?” He asked him but the touch was all it took. 

The moment Derek reached Scott the alluring waft of Scott’s sweat reached his nose. The tantalising liquid on his hand beckoning him to taste it, pulling him in deeper. Derek tried to fight it, but the struggle only made it more enticing. The taboo nature of it , his body fighting it only made his mind start to want it more. The dark haired wolf bit his lip as Scott spoke. 

“No…” He huffed almost between each word trying to get his breath back. “Liam.. he… locker room…. lick…” Scott had his eyes shut trying to recall everything and trying to keep his balance so the world would stop spinning from his run. 

Derek let Scott speak of course, but it wasn’t like he was listening very much anyways. Derek was already on his knees behind Scott his face mere inches from Scott’s musky balls and crack. His nose being assaulted and his body on fire. Even Derek who would have been a strict top or even just strictly straight for that matter couldn’t stop his mind from wondering how Scott taste. Not even wondering knowing that Scott would taste like heaven. He wanted to stick his face into the other’s round ass and rim the male and slobber over his balls, and what Derek wanted he was going to get. 

He leaned in planting his face into Scott’s ass he held Scott’s hips and inhaled deeply with a smile and groan. Enjoying every single second of it he fought against Scott’s struggles to move. “Fuck Scott… you smile.. amazing…” Derek moaned while he worked his face deeper his nose sinking into the other’s crack to smell him. 

Scott struggled and kicked back horrified that this was happening again. This wasn’t supposed to happen, whatever this was. He yelled at the other. “DEREK! NO!” He scrambled backwards on his hands and jumped to his feet. Maybe this was a wolf thing, maybe Deaton could help. Scott pulled out his phone as he tried to shake Derek off he called the vet and let a frantic message about Liam and Derek going crazy which he dodged the wolf and side stepped the trees to make sure he didn’t trip on his journey. 

When he got to the clinic he ran in the back entrance and grabbed on to the table for support. After working out, running from Liam and now running from Derek, his body was burning and aching for release. He panted and made sure he kept a distance from Deaton not knowing what would happen. 

When Deaton came in he started to explain what had happened, how Liam just went crazy and then went he went to Derek for help he did the same thing and he didn’t know what was happening or why. 

All the time Deaton listened he was being affected, although Scott was right about one thing; it was a wolf thing. His scent, his sweat, his musk. It was addictive and mind changing. It affected the wolves because of their higher senses but with Alan and Scott being in the same room and Scott now dripping even more he was hot-boxing the vet. 

“Alright.. Hope on the table and i’ll see if I can find something to solve the problem.” Deaton turned around and started to move around the cabinets. 

Scott nodded, trusting the male as he got on the table and lay down. It wasn’t unusual for him with Deaton so he didn’t have any reason not to, at least it wasn’t until he felt a sharp pain. Scott looked down but it was too late. All he saw was Deaton moving a knife away from Scott’s leg; kanima venom. 

“Sorry Scott, it was the only way.” The vet licked his lips and striped from his uniform down to his underwear showing how soaked the dark fabric already was just from their talking. Deaton used a pair of scissors and cut open Scott’s clothes exposing his body. He leaned down and licked up Scott’s abs and to his nipples. 

“Deaton!?? WHAT. no.no .no .no please!! no…” Scott pleaded with the man but he showed no signs of stopping. 

Even though he couldn’t move Scott could feel it all. The large tongue swiping against his skin and to his nipples, the sensitive nipples he always had. His cock started to fill out, since it wasn’t a muscle the blood rushed through him and hardened his thick alpha cock. 

Deaton had just finished with Scott’s left nipple when the doors burst open and in rushed two wolves. The same two he had been trying to avoid. Derek and Liam both shoved and pushed at each other trying to get to Scott’s body. Derek lifted Scott’s legs and reveled in the heavy musk on from his taint and started to lick at the skin. Liam had his attention elsewhere, moving his face to Scott’s pits he licked at the hair and moaned as he got his face wet. 

Even through his begging and pleading Scott’s cock stayed hard and started to leak, soon he came over himself and the trio eagerly lapped it up. 

“See it feels good Scott!” Liam smiled up at his Alpha cum on his chin. 

“I can’t wait till we show the rest of the guys how good this is.” Derek licked up Scott’s cock and kissed the head of it his eyes shining. 

“Why wait?” Deaton asked with Scott’s ear in his mouth, holding up his phone with the other hand ready to call the others and have them addicted too.  

The three smirked as the messages went out and their cocks added to the growing puddle of cum on the floor.

[vickiabelson]

Today, Live! Every picture is a story, well lookie here, we're gonna hear some great ones tonight!

Peabody and Emmy-winning television writer and producer, longtime Rolling Stone writer and editor, New York Times best-selling author, and prominent pop culture commentator, David Wild is also real friends with two, count 'em two Beatles, and I think that's just gluttonous.

I had the best time the last time I sat down with David... he's written about, worked with, and is friends with pretty much everybody in the music industry I adore, and he's got stories with all of 'em, and you don't get a gazillion Rolling Stone Cover Stories without being a GREAT storyteller, which David is. I'm exhausted with him already and we haven't even started. I know how much I'll be oohing, aaahing, smiling, and laughing.

David worked at Esquire and Rolling Stone where he both wrote and served as Music Editor. Since 2000, David has been writing and producing well over a hundred high profile TV specials including all of The Grammy Awards since 2001 working with hosts from Jon Stewart to Queen Latifah to LL Cool J to James Cordon to Trevor Noah, all of The CMA Awards since 2002 including twelve years with hosts Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley, as well as countless other award shows and network specials including The Academy Awards, The Emmy Awards. David has received numerous Emmy nominations, most recently nominated in 2021 as a producer for The Grammy Awards and winning a Daytime Emmy the same year as a writer for The Independent Film Spirit Awards. In 2021, David was also an Executive Producer for Shine A Light, CNN's acclaimed 9/11 tribute special hosted by Jake Tapper featuring H.E.R, Common, and Brad Paisley, marking 20 years since Wild received his first-ever Emmy nomination as Head Writer for 2001's Peabody and Emmy-winning America: A Tribute To Heroes. David has written numerous best-selling books both as an author and co-author with artists from Ringo Starr to Brad Paisley, as well as penning liner notes for artists including The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, LL Cool J, and Fleetwood Mac.

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I don't really like to ask but since you wrote that you were open to prompts (and since I can't write for sh*t) it wont hurt to ask. I had this idea a while ago that Barbara is spending a lot of time with Lotte, talking and bonding over Nightfall and Hannah gets jealous and start to act like she knows Nightfall (and fail XD) to just so Lotte wont steal Barbara away from her. Love your fics by the way!~ absolutely adorable ^^

A.N : First of, I’m really sorry that it took so much time to write, edit and post this >_

 "I’m back !“

 Hannah shot up in her bed, immediately facing the room’s door tosee her best friend, Barbara, enter with a smile on her face. Theblack haired girl quickly walked toward her friend to hug her tightlyand plant a kiss on her cheek, making the girl blush a bit as shereturned the gesture.

"Welcome back, greeted Hannah as Barbara went to sit on her ownbed. I haven’t seen you since our classes ended, where were you ?

-Oh, Lotte told me a new café opened in town last week, so we went tocheck it out and talk about Nightfall. The next book is gettingreleased next week, so we talk about our theories and quizz eachother to make sure we didn’t forget any important element for thestory.

-And by important element, you mean the colour of the flowerscharacter A gave to character B in volume 155 ? teased Hannah, herlips curled in a smirk.

-Keep quiet, you ! replied Barbara with a smile and a light tap onHannah’s arm. I’ll let you know that Gelar offering yellow tulips toEliora is an important detail because of…”

 As Barbara rambled about her favourite book series, Hannah stoppedlistening and her smile dropped, remembering her friend’s words. Shespent the afternoon with Lotte, huh… This kind of thing wasbecoming rather common, so much that Hannah was pretty sure that, ifyou put aside the time they spend sleeping next to each other,Barbara is spending more time with Lotte than with her. And, even ifthe redhead hated to admit it, it was making her jealous.

 Barbara had been her best friend for years now, and recently,Hannah had came to the realisation that her feelings weren’t just“friendly” anymore : she had fallen in love with the blackhaired beauty. When ? No idea, but it didn’t really matter, becauseHannah was too much of a coward to confess her feelings to the othergirl, afraid of losing their friendship. But even if she stayedsilent, she felt like she was losing Barbara a bit more each passingday. She had to find a way to win her friend’s affection back, buthow ? Ever since the black haired witch bonded over Nightfall withher blond classmate from the red team, it had become increasinglydifficult to spend time with Barbara alone and, of course, as soon asLotte was with her fellow fan, there was NO WAY to make any of themtalk about anything else than this damn book !

 … Wait. That was the solution ! Lotte was taking Barbara awaythanks to her knowledge of Nightfall, so if Hannah pretended to knowthe book series, Barbara would spend more time with her andeverything would go back to normal !  She just needed to tell herfriend that she read the books and let her ramble as usual, noddinghere, voicing her agreement there, and it would be a great success !This plan was perfect, no way it could fail !

 Confident in her idea, Hannah turned toward Barbara who was stilltalking about those flowers and how their message hinted at thecharacters’ relationship’s evolution. Honestly, the redhead couldn’tcare less, but for now, she would act as she understood what Barbarawas saying.

“… and three books later, or rather six months later in theNightfall universe, the battle of Jorgan took place and it all madesense ! So you understand now how important these flowers actuallywere ?

-Yes, I remember that. It was an interesting part.

-You "remember” ? But I never told you about that… Or isit…“

 Barbara’s eyes were sundenly filled with sparkles of joy andexcitement and for a second, Hannah forgot how to breathe. She’dnever seen Barbara so happy before… And Lotte got to witness iteveryday ? Tch. There was really no justice in this world.

"Hannah, did you read Nightfall ?!” screamed the blackhaired witch as she literally jumped on her teammate.

 Too surprised to react, Hannah could only fall back on her bed,Barbara straddling her hips and looking at her with hopeful eyes. Theredhead managed to smile and answer with a more or less normal voice,despite her heart beating way faster than usual :

“Uh, ye-yes, I did… Though it was quite some time ago, so Idon’t remember everything…

-Really ?! This is amazing ! So which part of it did you like most ?Which character ? Which ship ?!”

 Hannah gulped. This was going to be harder than expected.

“Uhm… Well… I think my favourite book would be the… tenth.

-The tenth ? But it’s when the heroes fight zombies and go to Hell toconvince the God of Death to help them. I thought you didn’t likeghosts, zombies and other monsters ?

-Aaah, right ! Uhm, well, as I said, it’s been a while since I readit, so I must have made a mistake ! Huh… Oh, I know ! The part withthe werewolves ! It was pretty cool, huh ? Werewolves are cool. Fullof… fangs and… claws… and fur…

-Hannah… There are werewolves in EVERY BOOK since volume six.

-Is-Is that so ? Huh, well…”

 The redhead started to fidget under Barbara’s intense -andincrisingly doubtful- gaze. After a few seconds passed and Hannahcouldn’t find any appropriate answer, the black haired girl asked,disbelief filling her voice :

“… You didn’t really read Nightfall, did you ?”

 Suddenly ashamed of her pitiful lie, Hannah turned her head so shewouldn’t look her friend in the eyes. Taking the silence as ananswer, Barbara stood without a word and went back to her bed.Despite the guilt filling her heart, Hannah sat back up, searchingfor the best way to explain her lie to her teammate. She didn’t needto be as smart as Diana to know that she just deeply hurt her bestfriend and the mere thought of it was enough to make her want topunch and kick herself. But she knew that the only thing that shecould do to help Barbara right now was to tell her whyshe did that, so the self-loathing and punching would have to wait.

“Barbara-

-Why did you lie ?”

 Surprised by her friend’s interruption, Hannah looked up and whatshe saw litterally tore her heart apart : the black haired girl waslooking at her knees, hands clenched in fists on her thighs, sadnesswritten on her face and tears filling her eyes. The redhead felt herbody move on its own and a second later, she was hugging Barbara likethe girl’s life depended on this embrace, arms tightly wrapped aroundthe other witch’s shoulders and her knees on each side of Barbara’slegs while the girl’s face was buried in her collar. Hannah feltBarbara’s body start to shake before she heard the first sobs andtightened her hold on her friend, internally screaming, butexternally silent because she had no right to cry, not when Barbara’stears were falling down her face, especiallysince she was the reason they were now covering those pink, softcheeks she loved to kiss.

“I… I thought… you weren’t like… the others… Youwouldn’t… make fun of me… because I… like… Nightfall…

-I didn’t want to make fun of you, Barbara.

-So… So why ? asked the black haired girl as she eased back justenough to look Hannah in the eyes.

-Because… I was afraid I was losing you.”

 Barbara stared at her red haired friend with surprise andconfusion, clearly not knowing what Hannah meant by that. Hannah tooka few seconds to wipe the tears away from her teammate’s lovely facewith her thumbs before explaining :

“It’s just… You spend a lot of time with Lotte lately and I…I’m not used to that. I was afraid she would become your new bestfriend. I was… jealous. And then, I thought that, if I talked aboutNightfall with you, you’d like me better again and everything wouldgo back to how it used to be. I… acted on an impulse, not evenconsidering your feelings and… I’m really sorry about that.”

 Hannah concluded her little speech with a kiss on Barbara’sforehead before she eased back to see her friend’s reaction.

 The black haired witch kept her head low, but just as Hannah,worried, was about to call out her name, she raised her fist andweakly punched  Hannah’s chest before resting her forehead on theredhead’s collar.

“You could have said that right from the start, instead ofcoming up with stupid plans like that, chastised Barbara.”

 Her friend’s soft voice and her arms loosely wrapped around herwaist were enough to tell Hannah that she was forgiven. But the girlknew that it would take some more time for her friend’s heart toheal, so she gently returned the hug, providing Barbara with all thelove and support she could offer, mumbling :

“Yeah… I’m sorry.

-It’s okay. I realise I really spend a lot of time with Lotte… butyou also hang out with Akko a lot more lately.”

 Surprised by Barbara’s suddenly accusating voice, Hannah eased backfrom the hug to look her friend in the eyes. Really bad idea : theblack haired girl was pouting and it was awfullydifficult for her redhead teammate to notblush, squeal and hug her in front of such adorableness. But Barbarawas quick to bring her friend back to Earth :

“With how much time you spend with her, I’m really not surprisedyou start to come up with stupid plans like that. And honestly, I’mstarting to wonder if you two are really justfriends.

-Wha-What do you mean ?

-Lotte told me that Akko had been dating a girl for two weeks now. Andaside from her teammates, youare the one she spends the most time with.

-Okay, I stop you right there : I am notdating Akko.

-Oh, really ? Hard to believe when one sees how you two interract,Barbara insisted. I’m not even sure you hug meas often as Akko hugs you.”

 Hannah really didn’t know what was going on anymore : one secondBarbara was crying and the next she was angry because she suspectedHannah to be Akko’s girlfriend. Wait… Angry ?

“Say, Barbara… Are you jealous ? Of Akko and I ?

-Wha- Of course not ! Why would I be jealous of you two lovebirds ?!”

 … Okay, she was reallyjealous. Now, Hannah just had to know why.

“You know, even if I were dating Akko, you’d still be my bestfriend.

-So… You really aredating her ?”

 Barbara’s heartbroken look almost caused Hannah in a panic attack.

“NO ! denied the redhead, her arms flailing around. Of coursenot ! How could I date her when I’m in love with you ?!”

 … Did she just say that aloud ?

 Barbara’s surprised -even shocked- look was enough of an answer.Hannah felt her blood leave her face before coming back full force,warming her cheeks like never before.

“Uhm, I mean… It’s not.. I mean, of course I… But no, not…Well, yes,but… huh…”

 A light giggle stopped her rambling. Surprised, Hannah turned tolook at Barbara and felt her jaw drop : her best friend, the girl sheloved and just confessedto was laughing! What in the world was happening ?!

 Just as the redhead was about to ask Barbara if she was feelingalright, the black haired girl’s laughter died down and she raisedher head, revealing happy, loving eyes staring at Hannah like she washer entire world. Barbara looked so beautiful at this moment, evenmore than she usually did, that the redhead could only stare back,mind blank, unable to speak a single word. Luckily, it was Barbara’sturn to talk.

“I can’t believe you really said it… You have no idea how longI waited for you to say that you loved me like that… In fact, Iwaited so much that I was afraid you didn’t actually feel that wayand only saw me as a friend.

-Wait… Hannah said, finally coming back to her senses. You meanthat… you love me too… ?

-Of course I do, dummy, answered Barbara with the widest smile she’dever had.”

 It took a second longer for Hannah to register what her friend justsaid, but when she did, her disbelieving face morphed to utmosthappiness and she threw her arms aroung Barbara with a laugh, makingthem fall on top of each other on the bed. The two girls laughed outof happiness and relief for a while before Hannah eased back from thehug, propelled on her elbows to look  at her friend -or rathergirlfriend- in the eyes and ask :

“Can I ?”

 Immediately knowing what her lover meant, Barbara smiled andnodded, joy and excitement filling her eyes. Smiling back, Hannahslowly lowered herself until she felt her girlfriend’s soft, warmlips against her own. Sighing blissfully, she kissed Barbara with allher love, bodies pressed against one another, hearts clenched almostpainfully from happiness and relief, their entire beings filled withand showing one thought they had longed to share for so many years :

“I love you.”

A.N : Honestly, this is way too long to be called a prompt (over 2K words I think), but I feel like I could have developped some things a bit more. Meh. I hope you still liked it !

Next one isn’t really about a ship since it’s about Akko and her daughter, but we don’t know who the other parent is, so everyone will be able to enjoy it. I don’t think I’ll be able to upload it tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait until Saturday.

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A short jesskas fic I wrote a bit ago

Midnight drew closer. Lukas was still wide awake. He sat on a table just outside his room, a candle having been lit so Jesse could sleep in their room without an overly bright light disturbing him. He scribbled down more words, quietly counting each one in his mind. He had a routine, so to say. He had to write 2000 words each day. He'd been so busy all day he couldn't do anything. And here he was, wide awake at midnight, scribbling down as fast as he could. Efficiently as he could. He heard footsteps from behind him, before arms wrapping warmly around his torso. "Lukas..." It was Jesse's soft tired voice. "Jesse..." Lukas paused, placing the feather down gingerly. "It's midnight, Lukas, aren't you going to come to bed...?" Jesse murmured softly, kissing his hair and embracing him. "I've gotta hit this 2000 wordcount." Lukas whispered, allowing Jesse to kiss his hair lovingly. "You're doing that thing again." Jesse paused, suddenly loosening his embrace. "What thing?" "The thing where you ignore your own personal needs and everyone else for the sake of being, well, efficient. Or useful." "I really need to finish this book." Lukas' hand went to the feather, almost somewhat robotically before Jesse just put his hand over his. "How many words have you done?" Jesse asked in a firm tone. "...I lost count somewhere after 1,600." Lukas confessed, loosening up a little. "How long ago was that?" "Three... hours." "You've done enough, Lukas, don't you worry..." Jesse squeezed him a bit tighter and took his hand, standing up properly with Lukas. "I think I did... a lot more than 2000..." Lukas allowed himself to be pulled into their room, suddenly feeling exhaustion hit him. Sometimes when he got into efficiency mode he tended to forget he was hungry or tired or thirsty... "Whatever you did, I'm proud of it." Jesse assured him with a nudge before flopping back onto the bed, going "aaah~". Lukas usually slept in a singlet and boxers, whatever. He wanted to just get to sleep anyway, and lay under the covers, feeling his eyes beginning to hurt a little. He did wake up early that morning... He felt Jesse's lips on his cheek, before his lips pressed against his. Lukas' eyes fluttered shut and he could feel sleep beginning to take him. "Don't worry a bit..." Jesse softly wrapped his arms around him, spooning him warmly. Lukas faintly smiled as he felt kisses in his hair as sleep finally claimed him.

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The poetry of wet sleeves

((I’ve heard it was character week and that there was Kayano and Kanzaki in it. I hope it’s okay even if there’s only those two ?

The two poems used are from the Ogura Hyakunin Issu, poems 92 and 72 respectively. I found the translations there. ))

Rating : General audiences Characters : Kayano Kaede, Kanzaki Yukiko Relationship : Platonic Kayano & Kanzaki, might be viewed as romantic ?

Kayano bit the end of her pen as a wave of pain filled her brain. Had she been alone, she would have already taken a break from her Japanese homework to open a bag of sweets and dull out with sugar the discomfort caused by her tentacles. However, doing this today would only earn her a light but firm scold from Kanzaki.

It was the first time she invited someone over at her apartment. Well, her sister’s apartment. She had taken over the place, pretexting to her father a need to be a bit alone, wanting to organize Aguri’s belongings, and while he made a pained face he had been grateful for someone to do it. He didn’t want to deal with that, not when he had barely healed from his wife’s death, not when his company put so much stress on his despite the help from Yanagisawa’s family - how many employees would end up jobless if he made a false move, how many families would end up without money... Akari was pitying him, just a little. But, to be honest, she only took that place to be closer to Kunugigaoka and be free of her moves. She had been scared, the first time Korosensei arrived unannounced, waiting calmly on the balcony for his student to open the window, but he didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary ; did he never smelt her big sis’ scent with his monster nose, or did it fade from this place she had barely habited anyways, running from school to the lab without a stop ? Kayano wouldn’t know, this appartement have always been her family’s, hope you don’t mind the caramel scented candles, teacher, thankfully my parents come home very late.

There was no reason for Kanzaki to discover anything unusual. Still, Kayano felt tense. She hid it by staring at her notebook with an intensity almost strong enough to tear it from her look alone. It would bring unnecessary attention to her if she made too much excuses on why she couldn’t bring over people at home. After all, if would be far from the first case in the class of a child with an ugly relationship with their family. Rather, she played it shyly - a girl’s room was her own secret place, she needed to absolutely trust her friends for this, Nakamura was the kind who couldn’t help rummage through people’s stuff -“Ah, Kayano-chan, to think you have such a low opinion of me, you’re going to make me cry ! I promise I will only peek a little !”- all that with a forced blush. And, in the end, she eventually decided to invite the Madonna of Class E - the one who wouldn’t ask too much questions, the one she trusted, the one she admittedly kind of looked forward to be alone with...

...And she regretted just a little bit to not having prepared herself better, she swore her tentacles would ruin her cover one day, but it was nothing compared to being one-on-one with that murderer -in those moments she had to grin her teeth from trying to kill him, it felt horrible- this was fine, this was okay, it was Kanzaki-

“Are you having a problem, Kayano-san ?”

The girl asked with a polite smile, giving her something on which to concentrate. Kayano decided to wave away her concerns by being over-dramatic, making a comic face exaggerating her pain.

“Kanzaki-sama...” She called out with a plaintive voice, even switching suffixes. “Please help me, this poem is too hard... -There, there, don’t cry, let’s go over this together, alright ?” What a kind girl, not looking down on her or teasing her, only wanting to help. No wonder the boys went head over heels for her “Thank you... -You’re still stuck on the meaning ? -Yes... I don’t understand it at all...”

Kanzaki gently patted her friend’s head, before looking at the few sentences blocking her. She then began to recite them with a clear voice, showing no problem in articulating the words. Kayano could perfectly imagine her with a book in hand, reciting a story to old people in a nursery home like she dreamed to do in the future.

“My sleeves are like the rock in the offing that can’t be seen even at low tide, unknown to anyone, but there’s not a moment they are dry.

As you already wrote, the poet is saying she have wet sleeves, a symbol of unrequited love. Can you develop ? -It’s a meaning used in poetry,” Kayano explained from the precedent lesson, “because it implies people cry into their sleeves till they are wet. Is it what she’s telling in the last verse ? That she can’t stop crying ? -It’s a bit more complicated than that. Look at the beginning, she compare her sleeves with a rock that ‘can’t be seen’. -Hm... Her sleeves can’t be seen, so... her love was hidden ?” Kanzaki nodded to encourage her. “She can’t talk about it to anyone of this thing that’s hurting her, so her heart can’t heal and she keep suffering about this.”

Kayano felt a sudden burst of sympathy for this poet and her situation. When she made her plan of revenge, she expected to be alone ; her resolve was enough to support this, and her anger was stronger than the numbing sensation overtaking her thinking of Aguri. But, with the months passing, she gained some fondness for her fellow assassins, to the point she wished she could rethink her strategy, though the tentacles wouldn’t let her.

She especially wanted to tell Kanzaki, who already trusted her enough to share her past after the trip to Kyoto. It only felt right to tell her.

“Good answer. See, it wasn’t so hard, was it ? Now, for the comparison with the fisherwoman’s sleeves of the other- -Say, Kanzaki-san.” Kayano interrupted her, on what could probably be called a whim. “What do you think of this poem ?” The taller girl blinked at her. “What do you think of its meaning ? “Well, the poem itself is pretty clever. I understand why people choose to refer to the poet as ‘Sanuki of the rock in the offing’, it was truly a good comparison. But, as for the meaning...” She brought a finger to her lips, pensive. “I have a hard time to relate to it. -...Really ?” She would have thought that, given her last year as a rebellious teenager, Kanzaki would have understood the feeling at least a little. The girl laughed shyly at her reaction. “Despite what I read, I don’t have much experience in romance.” Oh. She probably thought her friend asked about unrequited love. “If anything, the poem I would relate to would rather be...” She closed her eyes, trying to find in her memory the text she was talking about.

“Known far and wide, the unpredictable waves of Takashi’s beach— I will not let them catch me— For I’d be sorry should my sleeves get wet !

...I think that reflect my feelings more. -I see.”

Kayano could imagine it, Kanzaki tiptoeing around waves of boys trying to get her affection. Even polite and smiling, she would reject them without an ounce of interest. She knew better than that, those boys that only knew how to make girls cry.

...No, that was a bit unfair for Sugino. Rather, it’s just that Kanzaki didn’t have interest in boys, did she ?

“That does sound more like you. -What about you ? What do you think about this ? -Hmm...” She knew what she thought of it as Akari, but what should be Kayano’s answer ? “If you tell me to chose between the two of them, then I guess... Wait, no, I don’t think either sit well with me ? -Oh ? That’s surprising.” A peek of curiosity glimmered through Kanzaki’s voice. “I thought that you would avoid love stories, but perhaps I misunderstood ? -Aaah, that’s not like that !!” How did it even turn into that kind of discussion, that’s not at all what she wanted to talk about... “It’s more... Hm, I’m not against the idea of love, but I won’t seek it either ? And if I were to fall in love with someone who didn’t reciprocate, then I don’t think it would be my style to cry about it. -Ah, that’s right, if it’s Kayano-san, then that wouldn’t be enough to destroy your cheerfulness. -That’s not it.”

...Ah. That firm tone was Akari’s and not Kayano’s. She slipped up. But then, maybe it was alright ? To let Kanzaki see a little under the mask. It was courtesy in exchange for her confession at Kyoto.

“Actually, I’m a very selfish girl, you know ? There are lot of things that I want. I can’t just let something as silly as love distract me from my goals. So, even if I’m bitter and angry and spiteful, I won’t let that stop me from sleeping at night.”

That’s right. Her suffering was nothing that could hold her back. Even if she were to fall in love, in the end... It wouldn’t change that she needed revenge for her sister. Even if she was willing to let herself be caught up by romantic feelings, she didn’t have time to care for those.

“I see. So Kayano-san is like that, uh ? That’s interesting.” Kanzaki seemed thoughtful for an instant, before smiling at her. “I hope that whatever your goals are, you will be able to attain them. -Thank you.” Kayano put on her lips a bright smile, like only a joyful student like her could do. She couldn’t help herself from adding maliciously: “And I hope you won’t get your sleeves all wet ! -Likewise. Ah, but if someone ever wet your sleeves, I’m here to listen, alright ? And even take care of that awful person. -When you say it like that, it’s scary~” Those little moments were always surprising to hear, but maybe she should expect those from a girl willing to brandish the tip of her pen so close to a boy’s eye ? “I almost feel sorry for anyone who would dare make you cry, if they even exist. -Oh, I’m pretty sure there are people worth wetting their sleeves over.” Kanzaki replied with an unusually sweet tone. Kayano blinked at her. She only showed her a warm look at that. “A-Anyways, back to homework, what were you saying for the next question ?”

Akari’s tentacles might make it hard for her to pretend to be Kayano. But, frankly, inviting Kanzaki over was worth the pain.

[mikakomori]

Song No.1 - Chapter 2

So after f-o-r-e-v-e-r  I finally got down to write something for Song Stories again!  (I may have forgotten it existed.) That said Chapter 2 is rather short compared to the first chapter but well, better than nothing, I guess. Here are the words I vomitted so far: Ouverture Song No. 1 - Chapter 1 Also here’s the wattpad link again. Now here’s Chapter 2 then!

Chapter 2

Arriving on the seventh floor of the old office building Liz stealthily made her way to her desk. She wasn't a particularly organized person and keeping her workplace tidy wasn't her strong point either. Several pens were scattered on the desk, burying a dozen “Post Its” under them. Whenever Liz had an idea for an article or found out a new piece of information on the topic, she was currently doing research on, she would drabble it on a piece of paper and stick it on whatever free space was left on the table. Her boss, Meredith, would often fall into despair while trying to find something in all the chaos. Liz, however, always knew exactly where everything was, much to Meredith's astonishment. Well, it clearly helped that the young woman wrote everything in different colors, assigning one color per topic. So, one could argue that there was a certain type of system in all the mess. A systemized chaos so to speak.

Barely having sat down, Liz could already hear an annoyed “Achem.” behind her. Uh, oh. Of course, she saw me sneaking in just now.

Gulping she slowly turned around on her revolving chair and was faced with her boss who had a rather sour look on her face. “Well, hello there Meredith! What brings you to my humble working space right after lunch break?” I might as well try to play it innocent. Who knows, it might work.

“Elizabeth Glaze!”

Or not. Full name means bad news.

Clearly agitated the woman in front of her wasn’t in the mood for her antics. Scowling she started one of her lectures. Lectures which Liz had heard more often than she would’ve liked.

“You are late. Again! How many times did this happen this month now?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. I mean, who’s counting rea-“

“That was a rhetorical question!”

“…Oh.”

“Don’t Oh me young lady! You know I don’t mind you being late two or five minutes, but fifteen?! One could write a small column in that amount of time! And if I add up the amount of time you’ve been late this month – you could have finished writing a whole book in that time!”

Now that is clearly an exaggeration. I haven’t been late that many times. …Have I?  Liz wanted to interrupt her boss and explain to her that it wasn’t her fault this time, but she knew that interrupting a Latina when she was this angry wasn’t the best idea one could have. Something she had learned by experience – an experience she’d rather forget.

Normally, Meredith was a very chill boss. The Mexican woman in her late thirties gave her writers a lot of space in organizing their way of working. As long as one met the set deadline she didn’t really care on how her employees organized their work time or what they did to acquire their information. But the two things that ticked her off were tardiness and being unpunctual. Two things that fit Liz’s character to a T. How she was still alive and kicking at this point was a mystery to Liz. Maybe it helped that Meredith actually considered her her best writer.

“…you know I hold your work on high regards Liz.”

Ah, back to calling me Liz again. I’m save.

Sensing her boss calming down her tensed muscles relaxed. Liz hadn’t even noticed how tensed up she had been. But then again anybody would feel intimidated by a Latina’s temper. Although having settled down a bit Meredith wasn’t completely done with her lecture yet.

“But you always being late, it sets a bad example for the others. Especially for Violet.”

“Who?” Liz perked up.

“The new girl.”

“We have a new girl?”

Seeing the quizzical look on her employee’s face Meredith let out an exasperated sigh. “Liz I thought as a journalist you would pay more attention to your surroundings! Violet has been with us for three weeks now! She was assigned to cover the serial murder case in our neighboring town. The one where the killer abducts his victims before murdering them by slicing their throats.”

Slowly a look of realization spread on the brunette’s face. “Aaah! Now I remember! There really are quite a lot of murderers out and about right now. Really dangerous times we live in right now.”

Meredith blinked. “Yeah, well… Anyways, now that you remember Violet, what I was saying, you set a bad exa-“

“No.”

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t. I mean, I remember the case. But I still have no idea who that Violet girl is supposed to be.”

Meredith couldn’t believe what she just heard. “Liz! How can you not know!? Her desk is literally right behind yours!”

Woah, why is she so angry at me now??? I’m not required to be besties with everyone here. Besides I’m pretty sure I’ve never even seen that girl before. … I think. Well, at least I for sure haven’t talked to her.

Admittedly Liz was now a bit curious about the mystery coworker so she leaned sideways to catch a glimpse past her boss at the desk behind hers.

Huh?  “Meredith…” she started in a doubtful tone.

“Yes?”

“There’s nobody there.”

“What?!” Surprised the older woman turned around herself. And really, the chair where Violet was supposed to be sitting was empty.

Smirking Liz asked in a teasing tone “Meredith have you pulled a few all-nighters again this week? It seems your sleep deprived self fancied itself a new employee.”

By the look her boss gave the brunette after that remark it was clear that she was about done dealing with her so-called top-writer today. “Very funny, Liz. Oh, just what would I do without your comedic self?”

“Well-“

“Don’t comment on that.”

Damn.

“Anyways, actually Violet is over in Milton right now. Apparently another woman was kidnapped yesterday night.”

Oh, reaaally now. You could have said that before.

“Don’t give me that look. I just happened to forget about it for a second with you stirring me up like that again.” Meredith crossed her arms before deciding she’d had enough of Liz for the time being. “I guess I’ve wasted enough time lecturing you. For now. I’m afraid it falls on death ears anyways.”

Wow, someone's being sharp today!

“That said you better start typing soon young lady. We have to cover this morning’s events in tomorrow’s issue. I expect your article in my office in two hours.” With that her boss turned on her black heels and strode back to her office followed by a with fake enthusiasm exclaimed “Yes, Ma’am.” from Liz.

Sometimes I wonder whether I’m the only person here whom she actually pays attention to. I’d be happier if she’d decide to forget about my lateness too.

A sigh escaping her lips the brunette began working on the desired article. However, doing that meant she’d have to recollect the events from this morning. Meaning she’d have to go over her interaction with him again.

Now that I think about it… I wonder if it’s the same for Meredith. Is handling me equally irritating to her as dealing with that cop is to me?

Pondering about that possibility a tiny spark of guilt rose up inside Liz as she started typing on her laptop.

Have you searched for something deeper out of fear that life's a lonely road?

Have you roamed the darkest corners of the earth, until you're just a ghost?

*Song lyrics belong to the rightful artist*

[abynauts]

1:10am

im bummed out i needed to write lol

so uh... last december the 4th i’ve turned 20, im old and still immature in multiple levels. Probably im just writing here so I can pass time because I have no interest in reading long paragraphs of binaries and boolean and k mapping (oh gahd I hope I find the motivation)

I have exam later, but I have a lot of errands to go, I passed my technician license, i haven’t yet graduated but im going there... its been so long for I have wrote anything about anything haha I’ll be getting that oath taking, and somehow I feel accomplished about it... 

Another dilemma of an 20 year old me is... I don’t know how to choose a company for my ojt, all of my friends are rushing and searching, while me... I am a directionless person, the pressure... well... I’m kinda worried, the more I am close to being a graduate, the more I am uncertain on who I want to be... Do I work my butt off just to make ends meet or do I pursue things I couldn’t now... I don’t know...

Well, for love life hmmm... there are some interests but far from looking for things to go steady. I haven’t had anyone to fancy that hard, unlike back then... school was exciting because of one person, and now... I’ve spent the past 4 years on boredom and worries and uuuhhh the cadavers I’ve dug in case I go nuts. 

Hmmm... friendship? I swore I have ruined a lot with this sour personality of mine. Sometimes people have their tipping points, well I hit that. I can’t be nice to anyone all the time, and sometimes when its time to stood my ground... probably the baddest of all timings. I wish I stopped myself for taking my feelings out, like I am the most irrational person when it comes to honesty... But what can I say... guess this is how I evolved after a year... 

I dunno if I lived my life as I wanted it to be, I still draw... but I wish someone could understand what I like, talk freely about it... its kinda lonely, I am with good set of people but you know, there’s that thick line of boundary. I crossed it once, no one bothered or they were bothered and wouldn’t like to bring it up. Case Closed and never open again. As far as I am concern, to the people who I can talk weirdly and freely, arigatou. 

Things I leisurely enjoy... hmmm watching TV series, oh ma gahd out from the bondage of kdrama (yep, like if u gimme a series I will put it in my pending list and watch it once I’m done with my craze on TV series). AAAAhh yes I am watching Sherlock, just now... why haven’t I watched it when I was a little teenager haha It is the best, eventhough other did not like some of the episode, I find them brilliant and astonishing I dunno why people would hate some of it. Probably they’ve already read the book or I am not british and not british enough to understand. Maybe my brain is size of a walnut that I could just go ‘oh ma gahd, brain is the new sexaaay’... yup I have a brain size of a walnut. Sorry, but dear, is it the voice, is it the nerdy sarcasm, I DUNNO. Its the full package, I dunno if I am gonna move on to another series after this or rewatch it on the holidays. 

Oh yea, got a new phone (a touch phone, aaah yes finally I can join the koolkidzszsz ew)...... day 66, mobile gaming is a good thing to avoid conversations aaand its too big and my pocket is dam short so I prefer longer tops to cover that excess golden skin peekin on ma dem pocketses.

That sums it all up, im alive to die???? just kidding, Im gonna go study... binaries... boolean... and kmapping...