#cbs gets to much attention

[funky-demon2]

I redrew cakehole piss from this exact scene because he’s so ridiculous and he’s so underrated 😭

[ppulverse]

every time i check twitter i find some new level of insanity how do they survive over there

[doyeons]

seoyeon LITERALLY posted an ig reel today singing about being someone's boyfriend and u dont even care what that did to me

[diomedrian]

-

[bambiziip]

riize reaction — interrupting them with a kiss

pairing : established relationship with ot7 riize x gn! reader

genre : fluff & a bit of humor! (debatable if actually funny or not but)

warnings : just kissing and alluding to making out lol

a/n : hii this is my first time writing in like a couple years nowskffkf but i hope you like it. i kinda don’t love it but riize got me back into kpop so just wanted to write a little something for them all! i hope you enjoy, leave a trace if you did!! also my ask box is open if you have any requests for more reactions mwah

song i listened to on loop while writing this :

— SHOTARO

he’s stressing!! cb in the spring means he wants to work on choreo again for the grp

it’s technically a break day but you wanted to see taro in action today

what’s better than seeing him dance <33

he’s finally taken a break, sliding onto the couch next to you where you laid

you immediately sat up, criss-cross applesauce, and pulled on his sleeve just to hold

before you can get a word out to ask how he’s feeling, taro starts ranting about the feel of the cb song

how he doesn’t know if this cb his choreo will stick and all

he’s soo in his own head, he’s really just talking to the void trying to get his thoughts out

taro tends to get like this when he’s stressed, rambly but only with you he actually gets the words out

with you leaning forward, he turns just at the right moment as you give him a small peck on the lips

his mouth immediately quirks up at you and he says, “damn i was rambling again, huh?”

you giggle and push at his chest, “you can ramble all you want to!! it’s just… your lips get all pouty and i can’t help it.”

before he starts the song again, you make sure to poke his lips and give another kiss - for good measure of course

— EUNSEOK

you love eunseok so much, you really do

if you were to set the scene, it’s lovely

you’re cuddled up to your smokeshow boyfriend, under the covers after a long day and you can finally rest

scratch that - eunseok managed to binge watch the latest season of the anime he had been watching today

for the past 10 minutes eunseok’s been ranting about the ending - he wasn’t satisfied with it

“and then they just never made up! can you believe it? the two main characters, friends since birth and they just cut it off for no real reas-“

in less than 5 seconds, you had rested your thumb on eunseok’s chin slightly bringing his bottom lip down and you give him a long kiss

to essentially shut him up, yes! and did!

after breaking apart and mischievously smiling at his dumbfounded face, you just squeezed his arm and he snapped out of the daze

“y/n, you could have told me you wanted to kiss, i’ll just have to tell you about the other arcs later, huh?”

you laughed as you let him wrap your arms around you secure again, “kiss later, sleep now??”

— SUNGCHAN

sungchan really isn’t that dramatic, you swear

he’s currently curled up on the couch with you, laying on his back, with his head resting against your leg scrolling through his phone

you? you’ve been trying to finish this book for the past week and finally have the chance to just chill and do so with your boyfriend also assumingly chilling

except…. sungchan huffs for the 3rd time in the past 60 seconds

oh boy

you can’t help but chuckle and run a hand through his hair after putting your book down, “what’s up channie?”

sungchan tilts his heads to make eye contact as if he’s surprised you asked, not like he was looking for attention at all! (lol)

“nothing baby, i just,” he pauses to turn himself over to lay on his stomach and look at you, “not sure, pretty much your boyfriend took too many pictures and i’m only allocated one post thread today… how will i pick??”

you bite on your bottom lip trying not to laugh at him, the seriousness coming through in his tone as he continued to scroll through pics

you open your mouth to semi make fun of him but he continues on, even turning the phone for you to see just how many photos he took

“channie.”

he looks up abruptly, yup he was in his own world talking, but before he can do anything else you lean in and peck his lips

he smiles, sitting up slightly more and pecking you back

“alright, i’ll ask if i can have two posts today, now c’mere”

you dramatically gasp, “but my book!”

“give me 5 minutessss y/n,” he pouts and the book isn’t in your mind anymore tbh… what book?

— WONBIN

currently your view is of wonbin’s back, it’s nice, he has a cute shirt on

you’ll probably steal it later, shh don’t tell him

speaking of clothes, wonbin has his back turned to you as he pushes back loads of his tops on hangers huffing a bit

“bin, you know it’s just meeting my family and not milan fashion week?” you can’t help but chuckle by the end of your sentence

wonbin dramatically gapes at you as he spins around, cute denim jacket (if you do say so yourself) hanging over his forearm as he walks up to where you are sitting on the edge of his bed

“y/nnnn,” he elongates your name with a tinge of a whine to his voice, “this is serious i want to make a good impression, i can’t be looking stupid to people so close to you! it’d be… i’d never live it down!”

you shake your head, trying to hold a laugh in

honestly it’s really sweet wonbin cares so much you knowww it is, he’s so cute

he opens his mouth to go on another rant on how serious this before you prop yourself up and kiss him, placing your hand on his arm to hold yourself from where you’re sitting

wonbin even leans slightly down to accommodate you, yes he’ll take the kiss

once you break apart, you grin at him as it clicks you just wanted him to shut up and pick an outfit

“i’m going i’m going! i’m choosing…”

— SEUNGHAN

seunghan lovessss taking pictures of you after a date, he has a whole photo album just ask to see it and he’ll show

almost all of the pictures are you near the beach or near some bench as you always end up near a pier in the evenings that you can

“baby! and now you lean behind the bench !” seunghan says in delight like it’s his job to think of new poses

you try not to bust out in laughter at his enthusiasm looking around, “hani, there’s only so many poses i can do here.”

truthfully you love it and seunghan needs to never change, he’s your number one hype man for goodness sake

a few seconds go by and he pouts in thought, “okay we need a new angle, let me crouch down” and he takes a few shots of you giggling at him with a big smile on his own face

once seunghan stands back up, and he starts swiping through everything to add to his folder, you come around from the back of the bench and stand in front of him

loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, nonverbally demanding his attention, he looks up as you lean in to press a kiss to his lips

he kisses back, never the one to really shy away from pda, but he is the one to break the kiss

“well just tell me if you want to make out with the photographer!” he says sorta loudly, causing you to laugh once again rolling your eyes

— SOHEE

sohee loves debriefing his day with youuuu!

one would maybe not think it but as stories pile up from the day, he looks forward to telling you at the end of the day (so freaking cute)

currently you both are in the kitchen, you sitting on the edge of the counter

he’s in an animated reenactment of when sungchan hid shotaro’s phone for the bit in their variety show and sohee was dying to tell the eldest

you’re nodding along to everything with a small smile on your face

honestly you love how cute he is when he gets like this into retelling a story just for you

“i didn’t tell him though, told myself the fans would like the prank carried out and all,” he grinned at you as he walked to the counter you were sitting on leaning near you

“and then-“

you ruffle the top of his head through his soft hair, moving his head gently towards you lovingly pressing a kiss onto his lips cutting him right off

once you break apart, (sohee hardly breaks apart your kisses… the loverboyism) sohee’s looking at you kinda dazed

“alright that was better than my stories.. another?”

— ANTON

anton is sooo sweet

whenever he can, and he sees your coursework laid out on the table he tries to help even if he’s not too sure on the topic

he always compliments you too, calling you the smartest partner in the world

today though, he looked the cutest, he had pushed his glasses up against his hair somewhat holding it back

“jeez this is confusing, it’s telling you to do two things at once, babe.”

as he leaned over pointing to something on the paper in front of you, you couldn’t help but nudge his shoulder and kiss him out of nowhere, planting a sweet one right on his lips

he looked a bit dumbfounded when you broke apart from it, since he was clearly pretty into the coursework help

he smirked once he regained his composure sitting back in his seat, “what… you like the tutor vibe?”

you laughed and rolled your eyes, “you just looked cute, needed to remind you.”

“i’m glad im cute enough, ‘cause not sure if my smarts here are even going to save this class with you…. did you enroll in harvard level classes without me knowing?!”

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I came to your account to read Raphael stuff and ended up going through your cbt stuff and now those two are combining in my brain and ohhhh

That poor, pretty, angel would be so fun to introduce cbt to. He only recently got his cock freed from its chastity cage and now you want to crush his balls in a humbler. And he’s such a messy boy so you KNOW you could literally squeeze the cum from his balls and he’s be in such bliss. If he thought one orgasm was enough to make him a higher angel you’re gonna turn him into a god by the time you’re done abusing his poor cock 💞

I love this so much!! I’m like addicted to cb/t!

Rapheal

Cw: cb/t, humbler, pain play, messy ness, unrealistic cum, c*ck slapping,

-

You didn’t have to try hard to get Raphael into a humbler, he offered his balls willingly.

He jumped as it squeezes his balls, he whimpers, panting with a smile. He spread his legs, trying to ease the pressure in his testicles. You dig your thumb into his exposed balls, he jolts and cries in pleasure and pain, his cock twitching.

He lets out a high pitched cry and you watch in amusement as cum squirts onto his chest and stomach. Raphael thrust up and tries to rub against you for friction. The pain didn’t bother him, he was so used to it, but it missed with the pleasure, the vulnerability…it leaves him ready to beg for more.

“I can feel your heartbeat…”

You purr as you grab the humbler and dig your thumbs into his balls. He loudly moans with little concern if any of someone hearing. He bucks, his cock standing straight up as pre fountains out, you notice he’s producing more with the more pressure you put on his balls.

“Aah! More! M-more tithe center, it f-feels so I-int-“ Raphael shrieks as you comply, his cock furiously bobs for attention as he tenses and throbs. “YYES! T-there!” He shrieks, voice getting higher and he visibly curls up, you notice his eyes are watering.

“Aww, are you about to cry?” You lean down and kiss him, putting your weight on his trapped balls. He moans into the kiss, holding you as he trembles. You slap his cock, watch it spurt out cum. Raphael sobs in pleasure and pain, he cums, his cock bobbing worthlessly as you ease of his balls. “Fuck…you’re really enjoying this so much I don’t need to touch your cock?”

Raphael moans and nods, thighs rubbing together in frustration, the pulling in his balls prevented from resting in the ground. “It’s so good…don’t stop! Crush them! Slap my cock! Hurt me!”

Raphael howls happily, his cock bobbing eagerly. You oblige and slap his cock repeatedly, each slap forcing more cum out of his cock. He moans in bliss as you keep slapping his cock, it throbs harder as you feel it inching closer to another climax.

Rapheal grins to himself. He is the only angel to ever feel this.

He was already a high ranked angel, but this? This would make him the highest rank! He’d out rank Gabriel and Michael!

He screams as your nails dig into his balls. You pause as he cums again, you lookup to se he’s bucking into the air grinning ear to ear, eyes dilated.

“D-don’t stop! Please! I can take more!”

[arcanesea]

colors

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 558 WARNINGS: none

"There are only 3 primary colors, right?" you ask mindlessly as you watch Hyunjin's brush glide across the canvas. You heard a low hum from him before asking, "Who named the colors?"

he rolls his eyes, and a thin smile creeps on his face.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asks softly, still focusing on the canvas in front of him. You had agreed to be his muse today. Though a very basic muse, you must say. He doesn't even let you hold any props, so you just sit there with a flower slipped in your ear.

"Well, orange comes from mixing red and yellow, so why not call it yed?" you propose.

Hyunjin stops to look at you with his confused face. "Yed?"

"Yes? well, you mix yellow and red? Yed? Or should it be redow?"

"You're absurd," he laughs, continuing his sweep of brush. You're cute, was what he was actually thinking. Since you sat on that chair, you hadn't stopped talking about everything, from the workplace stress you're currently experiencing, to stories of stray cats in your apartment complex. Your voice was a better substitute for the music he put on every time he started painting.

"Green should be called yellue," you push forward. Laughing when the words repeated itself in your head. "Isn't that cute, Hyune, yellue?" you ask.

"Sure, my love," he answered. "Tell me everything on that pretty head of yours."

"I think, you don't need me to sit here," you said softly. Hyunjin laughs again. If he's being honest, it's his first time drawing the muse directly. He could have snapped a picture of you and used it as a reference, that's what he always does. But who he is to say no when you're the one offering to be his muse for a day?

"Weren't you the one offering yourself?" He asks, not paying much attention to you who had started to stand. You stopped in your tracks, thinking to yourself.

"Right..." you shyly said. You walked behind him, leaning down to rest your chin on his left shoulder. You are the muse, but you're certain that the scene doesn't look anything like his painting. Not in a bad way, just in a very hyperbole way that the background colors seem to be muted while he gives you the spotlight with all the vibrant colors.

Hyunjin turned his head, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's any word that can describe the elegance of that painting, Hyune," you answered. "I think you're a great artist, I'm pretty sure I'm not as beautiful as the person in the canvas."

Hyunjin puts down his palette on the little table next to the canvas before standing up. He grabs your shoulder, just looking at you. No matter how many times he memorized your features, he can't stop admiring your angelic nature.

It's true that an artist's eyes see colors in a spectrum that's never existed before, but you're different. Hyunjin had always thought that he already saw all the colors of life, but your existence in his life gives him a taste of a new kind of rainbow. And he wished for nothing more than you to see yourself from his point of view.

"Believe me, my love, no colors can do justice to paint you."

a/n. Ramadhan Kareem everyone! We're well fed this month by the amount of skz record the kids released and some said we're getting cb announcement at fanmeeting😃 can't wait!!!!!!

[mazeinthemiroh]

hi lovey can i request a reader starts freaking out about ateez members new hair color/ hair cut and how they’d react to it!!! ( can u also use blueberry joong, halazia silver hwa, pink mingi BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A DRASTIC CHANGE, and oreo sannie (his best hair and yes i’m manifesting it comes back for the new cb hehe)

i also never asked this before BUT WHO IS UR ATEEZ BIAS I WANNA SPAM U W VIDEOS AND OR PICS OF THEM LLS AND TY

ateez when their s/o reacts to their new hair colour

genre: fluff and crack tbh :33

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

a/n: MY ATEEZ BIAS IS HONGJOONG EEEEEEE AND MY SECOND BIAS IS WOOYOUNGIE <3333 THANKS FOR ASKING. also, just for the record, yes blue hongjoong has taking over my life and yes i cried when i found out he dyed his hair blue again like what was that, i was such an emotional wreck and for what. anyways ENJOY

hongjoong

"KIM HONGJOONG"

hongjoong thrashed his head around when he heard your loud voice, a grin now plastered on his face.

he laughed before you almost full-on tackled him to the ground due to the force of your hug.

"you didn't tell me you were gonna dye your hair!!"

all hongjoong felt he could do was chuckle, finding your reaction adorable.

"do you like it?" he asked in a shy voice, but the grin on his face showed he already knew the answer.

"you're so sexy i can't believe i'm dating you" you gawked at his electric blue hair and ran your fingers through it as he laughed at your comment.

seonghwa

seonghwa couldn't help but blush, growing a little shy at your overwhelming amount of compliments.

"this might be my favourite hair colour yet!" you said, eyes fixated on the top of his head.

"you said that about the last one," seonghwa replied with a deep chuckle, finding it endearing about how excited you got with his new looks.

"i know but still," you said, sifting your hands through his silver hair in admiration.

"well you better get used to it because in a few months, it'll be gone," seonghwa teased, knowing this would annoy you.

you pouted with wide eyes. "hey don't tease me like that!"

yunho

'i promise you will like it :D'

that was the text yunho had sent to you regarding his new hair colour. of course, he didn't tell you what colour it would be because he's a huge tease and wants to see your first reaction for himself.

so, when you were waiting at home for him to return, you heard the front door open and close.

"y/n?" he called to you as you sprung to your feet, intrigued by what he came home with. and you weren't disappointed!

you let out a squeal as your eyes landed on the mint green hair on your boyfriend's head. he grinned shyly, "it's for our new summer concept."

"i love it!"

yeosang

yeosang couldn't help but feel your intense gaze on him as you stared for what felt like 5 minutes.

"y/n, you're staring," he said without looking up from his book.

"no i'm not."

"yes, you are."

"well can you blame me?" you said defensively.

his recent, freshly dyed hair was all you could think about recently. blond. and it was certainly his colour. you couldn't help but gawk at it.

yeosang looked up before looking back down, smiling shyly after his own gaze met yours. he never realised how much you would like his new hair colour until now.

san

"you look so tasty"

san gave you a side eye and a smirk at your comment. chin in your hands, you sat and admired your boyfriend's new hair colour. it was your favourite one yet, if that was even possible.

"you're crazy, you know that?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your leg before focusing his attention back on his phone.

"ow!" he exclaimed when he felt you bite him on the shoulder. "what was that for?"

"don't blame me, it's your oreo hair." you teased and shrugged, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.

"i can't believe you," san shook his head, but he can't help but smile at the attention you gave him. he couldn't help it.

mingi

"so when you said pink, what shade did you mean"

"huh?"

"you said the next time i dye my hair, i should dye it pink."

you were currently on your way to meet your boyfriend, staying on the phone with him so you could find each other in a busy area of town.

"any shade of pink you want, i guess" you giggled at the randomness of his question.

"will this shade do?"

in the distance, your boyfriend stood out like a pink flower against the greyness of the world. he had a beaming grin on his face and he watched you gasp and run towards him.

"it's perfect!" you say, jumping into his arms.

wooyoung

wooyoung would giggle uncontrollably as you continued to watch his halazia fancam.

"i mean it's just so red" you kept saying out loud, eyes focused on the screen before you.

"you know you don't have to keep watching that when you have me right here," he whined as he nudged you, starting to want more of your attention.

when you didn't acknowledge him, he snatched the device from your hands and turn it off.

"see, you have me now, in real life, with my new hair" he beamed and you rolled your eyes at his childishness.

"you better dance for me then, tomato boy" you teased, snorting as you watched his jaw drop.

"the audacity!"

jongho

your dramatic reaction to jongho's new hair colour was not shocking.

considering he only ever had black or different variations of brown hair, no one could blame you for completely freaking out when he rocked up with RED.

red. hair. who would've thought?

"did you change your lockscreen to me?" jongho asked as he chuckled, looking at your phone.

"and my homescreen. and i have a photocard too," you proudly showed off the photocard of your boyfriend with red hair.

"such a dork" he rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be flattered by your support.

[ladykailitha]

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 9

Hello, everyone! We are almost to the end. I have all twelve parts completed and will be posting them every Thursday until the story is fully published.

So what's next? With Royal Pain being done as well, I'm going to try and finish Well Met By Moonlight and Find Your Shade By the Moonlight. I will be back working on the soulmate AU Batshit Soulmate and the next book in the Boy with a Bat series called Never Hold Back Your Step for a Moment. I'm also starting that omegaverse story I thought up here.

We meet Steve's family and find out more about why Steve's parents didn't like that side of the family much.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

****

Eddie and Steve wandered around town for a couple of hours, doing a little sightseeing, a little shopping, and a lot just being themselves for a moment or two.

Soon it was getting close to time and they headed to the diner. They pulled up and got a booth.

Eddie and Steve slid into one side and told the waitress that they were waiting for someone and to just grab them a couple of waters.

The waitress nodded and quickly came back with the waters.

They didn’t have to wait long before Percy came through the door, the little bell announcing his arrival.

Steve waved him over and he smiled in return, hurrying over to the table. Once he was settled he told the waitress they were waiting on one more but if they could get a pot of coffee and two cups please. Eddie and Steve both got sodas.

“Who are we waiting for?” Steve asked nervously.

Percy twisted the ring on his ring hand, looking down at the table. “A friend.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance, wide-eyed.

Eddie wrote something down on a paper napkin and slid it over to Percy.

Percy took the napkin with frown and then he gasped. “Both of you?”

“Both for me,” Steve murmured.

“Just men for me,” Eddie added.

Percy glanced around the diner nervously, but no one was paying any attention to them at all.

“Oh.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Just him.” He pointed to someone walking up to the diner through the window.

He was a tall man, thin. Long black hair, braided to the small of his back. He wore a suit just as nice as Max’s in a beautiful silver color.

He came over when Percy waved at him. He slid next to Percy and looked Steve and Eddie over.

“Who are these boys, Percy?” he asked gravely.

“This my nephew, Steven and his friend...” Percy began.

Eddie stuck out his hand. “Eddie. Eddie Munson. We’re actually in Kentucky because of my own grandma’s funeral. Steve wanted to come visit his grandma’s grave so we took a drive.”

“Where you from?” Percy asked. “I catch a bit of twang to your voice.”

Eddie grinned. “Indiana mostly, but my family’s from Ashland.”

Percy smiled. “Nice town.”

Steve smiled. “It has been so far.”

“This is David Estevez,” Percy said, shyly. “The reason you’re parents haven’t spoken to me in over a decade.”

“Ah,” Steve said. “Yup, Clint Harrington is a lot of things, but tolerant isn’t one of them and of course my mom just went along with it. Even though it’s her money and her family.”

Eddie clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Let’s see, not white, not from here, judging from the accent, and not straight... anything I missed?”

David burst out laughing. “Not the right kind of rich. I’m a self-made man. I worked hard to be where I am today and they hate that. I grew up poor in New Mexico and made my money building computers in my mom’s basement. Now, I’m a multi-millionaire CEO of a major tech company.”

“Dustin would love you,” Steve and Eddie said together.

“Who?” David asked with a chuckle.

“He’s this kid we know,” Eddie explained. “He built a CB tower just so he could talk to his girlfriend in Utah and not rack up his mom’s phone bill.”

“He sounds like fun,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.

David dug his fingers into Percy’s side, causing him to squirm and squeak. “As if you wouldn’t love it if I did that for you.”

Percy blushed. “Maybe.”

He cleared his throat. “How are your parents, Steven? I saw on the news that there was a horrible earthquake last March.”

Steve gulped and Eddie gave his hand a squeeze.

“I really wouldn’t know,” he mumbled, looking down at the table, tucking his hands between legs. “I haven’t seen them in a while.”

David and Percy shared a glance.

“They did come back after the earthquake, right?” Percy pressed. “To see if you were all right if nothing else.”

Steve shook his head. “They didn’t come home when I was caught in the mall fire, why would they come home for something as inconsequential as an earthquake?”

“Mall fire?” Percy asked.

“You remember, darling,” David said, “the one from last year where there were thirty people who died?”

Percy expression cleared as understanding dawned, and then it turned horrified. “They didn’t come home for that?”

Steve shook his head again. “They didn’t come home when I got a concussion so bad I was out for several hours, or anytime I got hurt.” He rubbed a scratch that was in the surface of the table mournfully.

“Mom follows Dad around to make sure he keeps it in his pants. Not that it deters him,” he explained. “I heard him bragging once about how it’s a game to him now to see what he can get away with.”

The waitress appeared with their drinks. “Are you guys ready to order?”

“I’m not hungry,” Steve murmured.

The rest of them ordered, with Eddie ordering a side of cheese fries in addition to his regular side of fries.

Once the waitress had gone, Percy leaned forward. “How long has this been going on?”

“The trips started when I fourteen or so,” he continued. “But the older I got, the longer the trips were, until they just stopped coming home sometime around Christmas of last year.”

“Stevie...” Eddie whined. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an adult. It’s not as though I’m a kid anymore.”

Percy took his hand in his. “No, Steven. That’s not how parenting works. Ever. They’re supposed to care about you enough to at least tell you were they’re going and when they’ll be home.”

Steve looked up and into his uncle’s eyes. “The money changed them. They haven’t been my parents in over a decade. I’ve just been this trophy they pulled out whenever it suited them. Had to be first in everything. I’m surprised they only let me get away three sports instead of making me try everything.”

Eddie looked stricken. “The sports weren’t your idea?”

Steve shook his head. “It was a way that they could legally pawn me off to other adults. Probably the reason for all the piano lessons and the tutoring. How I met Nancy by the way. Gotta have the best grades, until someone puts a plate through my head, then I was just as disappointing as they feared I would be.”

Everyone else at the table let out noises of distress.

“You never should have had to go through that,” David whispered fiercely. “Ever. I’m sorry your parents were awful.”

Steve shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. I have had adults in my life that cared about me. The Chief of Police always kept an eye on me. Dad stopped hitting me after the second time Hop, Chief Hopper, I mean brought me home after...” he trailed off and looked anywhere but at the people in the booth with him.

He cleared his throat.

Their food arrived and that last sentence was left to dangling in the air like the sword of Damocles over their heads.

Percy watched as Eddie pushed the side of cheese fries between him and Steve, taking a bite periodically, but mostly focusing on the rest of his food.

Steve reached out and took one of the fries, chewing mindlessly. And then another and then another.

David smirked when Percy indicated to what Steve was doing.

Eddie pushed them in front of Steve and he just dug into them like a starving man. He took half of his burger and handed it to Steve, too.

Steve took the half with a blush. “Thanks, Eds,” he said softly.

Eddie just smiled fondly and finished his half of the burger.

David started talking to Percy to help fill the silence and soon the sense of dread dissipated as they fell into easy conversation.

Soon they were done and their plates taken away.

David lifted his chin to indicate to Steve. “Where did you learn that if you got cheese fries Steve would eat?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other and Steve blushed.

“Is that what he did?” he muttered.

Eddie laughed. “It’s trick I learned from his best friend. When he’s upset he won’t eat, even when he needs to, but if you put something like cheese fries or onion rings near him, he’ll graze until it kick starts his appetite again.”

Steve looked over at him in shock. “Holy shit, I never realized. Who else does that?”

Eddie smiled at him, that closed mouth, fond smile that he was got around Steve. “Dustin and Max mostly. But El and Will have been known to do it once or twice.”

Steve blinked.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of people that care about you, Steven,” Percy said with a grin.

Steve nodded, blushing. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He looked at his watch and sighed. “How’s this,” he said, “why don’t you use that business card I gave you when you get home and David and me will come out to visit you for a few days?”

Steve lit up. “Yeah? You’d do that?”

Eddie grinned. Steve had just gotten his boyhood wish of having an uncle that cared and he could feel the joy and surprise radiating off his friend.

“I’d love to,” Percy said. “I would love to meet your family.”

Steve grinned. “You’ll love them.”

David smiled, too. “I’m sure we will.”

They got up and hugs were passed around everyone and they said their goodbyes.

“Goodbye Uncle Percy,” Steve said, his voice a little rough with emotion. “Bye, Uncle David. I’ll see you both soon.”

David looked happy and shocked at being called Uncle. Jasper’s daughter would never. But here was this nineteen year old boy whom his partner hadn’t spoken to in literal years being more caring and decent after a single afternoon with him, then Beatrice had her whole life.

So he did the only thing he could, he hugged Steve again, more fiercely this time. “Thank you.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure exactly why David was so grateful, but he understood enough.

As Steve and Eddie walked away, Percy and David watched them get into their car.

“How long do you think it’ll take before those boys realize they’re in love with each other?” David asked.

“I don’t know Eddie very well,” Percy said, thoughtfully, “but I imagine they’ll figure it out before we come visit Hawkins.”

David hummed. If he was a betting man, he would have said the end of the week.

But he just had to wait and see.

****

Pt 10|Pt 11|Pt 12

Tag List: @spectrum-spectre @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @artiststarme @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369 @pyrohonk ​@a-little-unsteddie @chaosgremlinmunson @chaoticlovingdreamer @messrs-weasley @goodolefashionedloverboi @maya-custodios-dionach @val-from-lawrence @i-must-potato @danili666 @carlyv @rozzieroos @emly03 @wonderland-girl143-blog @justforthedead89 @bookworm0690 @itsall-taken @bookbinderbitch @redfreckledwolf @vecnuthy @littlewildflowerkitten @scheodingers-muppet @mira-jadeamethyst @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @gutterflower77 @genderless-spoon @hel-spawn @ellietheasexylibrarian @anne-bennett-cosplayer @mamafaithful @yikes-a-bee @dragonmama76 @flaming-reauxster

[crissiebaby]

App Dummy

*PING!*

Pulling the phone from his pocket, Mark smirked as he scrolled through his recent notifications. After months of tweaking and reconfiguring, the official CrissBaby Diaper App appeared fully operational. What better way to provide ease of control over CrissBaby’s entire product library than by allowing them to sync with mobile devices? No more fiddling around with a half-dozen remotes. Soon, control of all CrissBaby vibrators, robotic nursery aids, auto-locking fetish gear, and more would be paired with the convenience of a smartphone.

However, perhaps the feature that Mark was more proud of was the update he was allowed to make to every line of CrissBaby-branded diapers. Each and every nappy, from the thinnest of CrissBaby Pull-ups to the bulky might of the Super Absorber XXX, would soon house an array of microsensors capable of detecting all forms of diaper usage. Those pesky Littles won’t be able to hide those accidents anymore.

And which of those aforementioned pesky Littles would get to test out Mark’s latest and greatest innovation? Why, it would be none other than his darling baby girl and dutiful product tester, Shelby “Rocky” Rockwell. All it took was swapping out her usual CrissBaby padding for one with the microsensors embedded and voila! Now, he could keep track of how much of a good girl Rocky was being anytime, anywhere!

“Uh, Mark? Everything good?” said Rocky, catching a glimpse of Mark’s gleefully sadistic expression. It was a look she was all too familiar with. He was up to something, spiking both her anxiety and arousal simultaneously. Not wanting to masturbate to quell her rising lust for a second time today, she pushed on her bladder to stem her stimulation.

*PING!*

Mark’s phone once again, this time catching Rocky’s attention. “What do you keep giggling at on your phone?” she said, raising an eyebrow at how intently he was staring at his phone screen.

“Oh, nothing important,” replied Mark, snickering softly as a new “WET” alert popped up along the bottom of his screen. Rocky would surely be upsetti spaghetti once she found out the truth but for now, this new invention would be his kinky, little secret.

💜 Artwork By CodiBaby 💜 💕 Story By CrissieBaby 💕 For more of Rocky and Mark's ABDL antics, check out the full gallery of Test Dummy stories at https://www.deviantart.com/crissiebaby/gallery/78640127/test-dummy-series!

SubscribeStar: subscribestar.adult/crissiebaby pixivFANBOX: crissiebaby.fanbox.cc All CB Links: linktr.ee/crissiebaby

-------------------------------------------------------------

Special Thanks to Our CrissBaby Diaper Company Investors: BlushyBen DD Gun1242 JFN Joshy LittlePissy PrincessKittenLizzi SissyDina Strawberry Sweetsamantharebecca & Three Anonymous Investors

[slxsherwriter]

I love your works on Rusty Nail and it makes me love him more!

If you're free, can you do a fic where you're on a road trip with your son (Any name). Your ex-husband left you with another woman and you packed a few stuff to head to your friend's house to stay.

Your son is quiet and mostly plays on his side with toy trucks since he has a big interest for them. You decided to try and get his attention by telling him about the CB radio and decided to pretend you're talking to a truck driver.

That's when you accidentally dialled Rusty. You apologized, but your son got interested and wanted to try the radio. You ask Rusty if he can play along with your kid for a moment and he agreed.

Your son then began asking a few questions about trucks and truck drivers to Rusty and he replied back. After a while, your son fell asleep and you thanked him, saying that the kid's never been this chattery and curious before. You and Rusty talk for a moment, with you telling why you're on a roadtrip with your kid and where's the dad.

Finally, you two said goodbye and you hung up, heading near to your friend's hometown.

Meanwhile, Rusty looks at his front view mirror and see the tied up dad in a crate, trying to call out to you by your name. Rusty smirked, "So that's her name huh? Cute~"

Sorry if it's too long!

Hello there, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. He is definitely an under-served and underappreciated character. Secondly, thank you for my first request! I'm so sorry it's taken a bit since it came when I was MIA from the site. Hopefully, you enjoy.

Breathe. In and out. A steady rhythm and something to focus on so that you wouldn't lose your composure. Breaking down in front of your son was not an option. Your own feelings about everything that had happened over the last near ten hours didn't matter. All that mattered was getting your boy bundled up and buckled up in his car seat so you could leave. Did you know exactly where you were heading? Not one hundred percent. An old college friend out to the northwest was willing to house you for a few days whIle you figured it out. An option you were beyond grateful to have. 

“All right, buddy.” You gave Michael a smile as he looked up at you, gripping at the toy truck and the stuffed dinosaur that occupied the car seat with him. Reaching out, you lightly brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “Are you ready to have some fun and go on a trip?” He nodded, giving a small smile, feet kicking lightly from where he was settled in. The smile felt more genuine this time, and you couldn't help but feel another swell of love for him. Assuring him that it would be a long trip but that you were going to have a lot of fun where you were going, you made sure one last time that everything was buckled before getting into the driver seat. 

Bag of drinks and snacks for him in the passenger seat beside you. Check. Cell and cell charger. Check. Last of the bags of what little you could take stuffed into the trunk? Check. There was nothing left for you at the house. Your stomach churned with the thoughts of the custody battle that was likely to come, but that was a future problem. Your ex was too vindictive, clearly. Whether he actually wanted your son or not, he would likely bring you to court over it all. 

Starting off, you watched the last twelve years of your life slip away in the rear view mirror until it was completely gone from sight. You had been blindsided when your husband had announced that he wanted a divorce and that he was having an affair. Shell-shocked. It had rocked your entire world. Everything had seemed fine. There hadn't been any indicators that he had been that unhappy or that he had been with anyone else. Your skin had crawled, knowing he had touched you the night before. Fighting was not something that had a place in your relationship ever before, but the situation had devolved into just that, with him following you around screaming. It was a side of him that you had never seen and one that you certainly didn't like. It had been slapdash from there to get what you could and gather up everything that you needed to bring Michael with you. The one person that perhaps your husband should have been more concerned with but couldn't seem to care less about as you packed. Finding a place to go was a little harder. Your husband and his family were the only family that you had left. 

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you kept checking your rear view, alternating between checking on your son in the backseat and making sure you weren't followed. Perhaps it was a little paranoid, but after everything that had happened, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. As much as you would have liked to think that wasn't the case. 

Michael was incredibly well-behaved, as he often was, as you crossed state lines finally. You had stopped twice for a bathroom break and had provided snacks. There were still a lot of miles to cover and hours left in the car before you reached your destination. He wouldn't stay entertained the entire time. So, you had to come up with something. Songs only went so far, and when that failed, you decided to play around with the old CB radio. There wasn't any intent to call anyone or actually use it. Just make a show for your son. 

“Hey, Michael,” you started and quickly got the four year olds attention. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“We can talk to some truck drivers on this radio. What do you think about that? Is that something that you wanna do?” You could hear his feet hitting the seat, a sure sign of excitement. 

“Really?” 

“Yep, really. This is the sort of radio that is kinda like a phone. Every truck driver has one in their truck. It's how they can talk to one another.” You picked up the handle on the mic and made a show as if you were going to call out on the radio, but instead of pressing the button, you just spoke into the mic so it didn't go out over the radio. “Hello. Is there anyone out there who can talk?” Of course, no one would respond, but your son didn't know that. He was leaning as far forward as his car seat would allow him, eyes wide, and hands clutching tightly at his toy truck. 

“Can you….can you try again?” How were you supposed to say no to such a request? This time, you didn't realize that the button was depressed enough that your voice was actually heard over the radio. 

“Don't know the sound of your voice.” The voice that rumbled through the CB nearly made you jump, and you could hear your son gasp and clap in excitement. Well, shit. Clearing your throat, you realized that you would need to say something in return and be polite. The man was likely busy. 

“Well, uh, I'm not someone who uses the radio all that often….I’m sorry if I'm bothering you.”

“Nah, you ain't bothering me none. Nice to have someone to talk to on a long drive.” 

“Can we ask him about his truck?”

“If you really don't mind…” You paused for a second, glancing back at your son before giving in. “My son and I are on a road trip. And he loves trucks. He wants to be a truck driver when he gets older. Would you mind if he asked you some questions?” God, you hoped he wouldn't mind indulging your boy about a few things. Otherwise, this could turn out terribly. Things were already going to be a little rough by the time you got to your destination. 

There was a few seconds of silence before the voice finally sounded out again. He sounded a bit amused, thankfully. 

“Yeah, why not. Bet he's got some good questions.” For the first time all day, you felt some relief and just a hint of happiness. As much as you tried to shield Michael from everything, even at four, he could tell something was wrong. You pulled over to the side of the road for a moment so you could show your son how to use the mic for the CB. 

“Okay, Mike. The truck driver is gonna talk to you, okay? When you want to ask him a question, you press this button and speak into this. But you gotta make sure to let go of the button because you won't be able to hear him otherwise. Okay?” You handed over the mic and watched as he looked at it for a moment before pressing the button. 

“Hello, Mr. Truck Driver.” You had to suppress a small laugh. He was always polite, something that made you thankful. There was a pause, and you almost reminded him to let go of the button before the deep rumble of the man came back through. 

“Evening little man. What's your name?”

“Michael.”

“Well, Michael, you can call me Rusty. I hear you got some questions for me.” You couldn't have been more grateful for the man on the other end of the line. He didn't need to show such kindness to your son. A small light in an otherwise dark day. 

“What kinda truck do you drive? What color is it? Can you sleep in it?” The questions started going rapid fire. Before you could tell him to slow down, he stopped so that Rusty could answer. 

And that was how the next hour and a half went. Michael was far more engaged and eager than you had seen him almost ever. It certainly went on far longer than you anticipated. You thought that it would peter out after about fifteen minutes, but the naturally shy boy seemed to find his stride talking over the CB and getting all his questions answered. Rusty, for his part, answered back with not over enthusiasm but a genuine enjoyment of having to answer the questions. 

You found yourself glancing back when there seemed to be a lull. 

“Still there, little man?” Michael was passed out, head hanging against the car seat. Laughing softly, you reached back for the cord to the mic and gently pulled it forward so as to not wake him.

“He fell asleep,” you offered back. “I really can't thank you enough for what you just did. I know it's probably the last thing that you wanted to do. That's the most animated I think I've ever seen him, so he really enjoyed himself.”

“Nah, nothing you gotta thank me for. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the road after a couple of hours.” There was a little untwisting of the guilt that you had felt in your gut when he confirmed that he genuinely hadn't minded. “You need anything, you can find me on this channel. Gonna take a guess and say it's just the two of you on the road.” The comment should have sent off warning bells but he had just spoken to your son for an hour and half, with you being the only adult he had contact with, so it was a fairly well educated guess. 

“Yeah, it's just us. Thank you, really. Your kindness was a bright spot in the day. We thankfully only have about another hour to go before we are safe and sound.”

“Good. You get to where you are going safely. Roads can be dangerous this time of night.” 

“You're a good man, Rusty. Thank you. I'll find a way to repay your kindness.”

“Ain’ anything to worry about. You focus on your boy.” The radio went silent after that, but it felt like a good ending to the conversation. Smiling to yourself, you felt a bit lighter as you finished the drive to your friends house. As much pain as you were feeling, you were granted the opportunity to remember that there were good things in this life thanks to the man on the other side of the radio. 

Rusty chuckled to himself and glanced behind the seat to where the man was tied up on the floor.

“Boy, you must have really done a number on her. She didn't even bother mentioning you.” Amusement tinged the words. “I would say I'm doing her a favor by getting rid of you. Better for that boy not to know his father at all. He'll forget you soon enough.” He lit a cigarette and turned his attention back to the road, thinking of just how he could work out one of those chance run-ins with the woman and her son. The whimpers and pleas of the man just cemented those thoughts. It wouldn't be hard to get where she was heading from her husband in the back. The truck sped up through the darkness of the night, a new intent hanging heavy.

[yeonlogic]

I belong to you . . .

PAIRING idolbf!yeonjun x f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive, kinda nsfw towards the end if you squint WARNINGS mentions of petnames like (angel, baby, jagi, princess.)

Inspired by yeonbins unit song The killa (I belong to you)

yeonjun ver soobin ver

Its 1am. and your boyfriend still hasnt came home yet, you felt worried for him thinking he might be overworking himself again like he always does you were stressed and sad and all you wanted was to be in your boyfriends arms cuddling and kissing him.

you decided to go to the company he works at and visit him if anything happened to him.

“looking for yeonjun right?” the guard asked, obviously its not the first time this happens. you entered the building and heading into the elevator to go to the 10th floor where all the practice rooms are located.

ding

you arrived at the floor full of practice rooms looking at the small window on every door to see if hes in any of them till you reached the 5th door, you see his figure dancing infront of the mirror. you slowly opened the door to not get his attention while you admired his dancing skills.

his whole body started to sweat his black tank top soaking it all up, he took a break and sat down for a bit, you approached him

“hi love” you smiled and sat by his side “baby what are you doing here?” he said while you looked at him his hair disheveled and some hair strands sticking onto his forehead from his sweat “I was worried since you didnt come home early so i kinda um stressed out and decided to see if you were here” you frowned, “oh angel…” he said in a low voice “Im sorry jagi its just this one move in this choreo im practicing for tomorrow’s performance” he added

“you’ve been working so hard lately” you pouted knowing your boyfriend has been overworking for the past month for their new cb, “I know..i promise ill make it up to you” he smiled and grabbed your wrist making you stand up and placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“even though your full of sweat right now I’d still hug you” you giggled and hugged him tightly while he pressed a kiss ontop of your head “I love you so much angel” he smiled “I love you too jjun..”

“we should head home hm? its getting late” you said “how about we do something else..?” he replied cheekily “theres dorms here anyway” he added “right now!? Isn’t there other people near those dorms..?” “Im sure you can keep quiet baby.”

a/n so so sorry if this was way too short i promise upcoming ffs/drabbles r coming soon 😓

© yeonlogic. please do not copy, modify or translate any of my works onto another social media platform.

[themorbidwriter]

You had been on the road for what felt like an eternity, relentlessly driving through the desolate countryside. The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm glow across the landscape, which only served to highlight just how exhausted you were. The miles began to blur together, and you struggled to stay focused on the road ahead.

Your eyelids grew heavy, and a heavy yawn escaped your lips. Your stomach rumbled loudly, reminding you that it had been quite a while since your last meal. The hunger pangs intensified, making it impossible to ignore. You knew you couldn't continue like this for much longer.

Just as your eyes threatened to close again, a sudden movement caught your attention. In the periphery of your vision, you noticed a large truck driving alongside your car. Intrigued, you turned your head towards the window, diverting your gaze from the road for a moment. The black semi truck loomed beside you, its massive tires rolling along the asphalt, creating a rumbling vibration that you could feel in your car. The vehicle seemed to exude a sense of mystery, its bold exterior contrasting against the mundanity of the other cars on the road.

Curiosity sparked within you, and you found yourself captivated by the truck's sheer size and power. It commanded attention, its presence impossible to ignore as it effortlessly matched the speed of your own vehicle. The truck's gleaming metallic surface reflected the sunlight, catching your eye and drawing you in further.

Unable to resist any longer, your focus shifted from the road to the truck beside you. The world around you momentarily faded away, replaced by a sense of fascination and intrigue. You wondered about the stories this truck could tell, the places it had traveled, and the adventures it had embarked on.

Suddenly, a voice came crackling through your CB radio, startling you out of your reverie. "Hey there, darlin'. Enjoying the view, are we?" The deep, gravelly voice belonged to a truck driver—a voice full of charm and confidence. Startled, you quickly refocused your attention on the road ahead, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. You hadn't realized you were so engrossed in observing the truck that you had become oblivious to your surroundings.

Gathering your composure, you smiled sheepishly as you grabbed the speaker off it's hook you pressed the talk button and you replied, "Um, yeah. Just caught my eye, I guess. Sorry about that." A soft chuckle came through the speakers, resonating with warmth. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes the road gets so monotonous, we find ourselves searching for something to break the routine. Looks like I became that something for you today."

Curiosity got the better of you, and you leaned closer to the radio as you spoke. "It's just… I've been driving for hours, and I was starting to lose focus. Your truck caught my attention, and it's been a welcome distraction." The truck driver's voice took on a hint of amusement. "Well, I reckon it's not every day someone finds my old rig captivating. But it does have a way of mesmerizing folks, I must admit. Gives me the feeling of being king of the road, you know?"

You couldn't help but smile at his words, a pang of envy twirling within you. "I bet it's quite the adventure, driving a truck like that. Seeing all kinds of places and meeting interesting people along the way." There was a quiet pause on the other end, as if the truck driver was contemplating your words.

"Well, darlin', it's not always easy. Long hours, lonely moments, and the constant rumble of the engine can wear a person down. But you're right, there's something exhilarating about the open road, the freedom it offers." as you listened to the man speaking on the radio, your stomach suddenly betrayed you. It growled loudly, echoing through the empty car.

The sound startled you, causing you to glance down at your rumbling stomach as if it had just sprouted a voice of its own. Chuckling to yourself you pressed the talk button on the CB radio, clearing your throat before speaking, "I didn't catch your name, by the way?" There was a moment of silence on the airwaves, followed by a deep, raspy voice full of intrigue. "Well, darlin', they call me Rusty Nail. And who might I be talking to?"

As you paused to ponder his question, you turned your head and observed the truck driving alongside you. The sound of the engine hummed in your ears, momentarily distracting you from your thoughts. Refocusing on the road, you pressed the talk button on the speaker and began to introduce yourself. "Uh, well, my name is (Y/N), but my friends call me Candy Crush. They also call me a temperamental midget…" You couldn't help but chuckle at the strange combination of nicknames. But suddenly, the realization hit you - you were rambling. Your laughter turned nervous as you interrupted yourself with a hasty apology, "Sorry, I'm rambling."

As Rusty Nail remained silent, a sense of doubt crept into your mind. Perhaps he had lost interest in your banter. But just when you thought the conversation had reached its end, he surprised you by speaking up. "Candy Crush, huh? How do you get a name like that?" Amused by his curiosity, you let out a quiet laugh before pressing the talk button once again. "Uh, well, I had this habit of putting hard candy in my coffee and making a weird… flavor. Whether it was with candy canes or those stupid watermelon-shaped candies, I would add them to my coffee. And, well, I basically got labeled Candy Crush because I practically drowned candy in my coffee."

You could almost envision the questioning look on Rusty Nail's face. It was an odd quirk, to say the least, but it had become a defining characteristic for you. The silence lingered for a moment, leaving you wondering what he would say next. Would he find it strange or intriguing? After what felt like an eternity, Rusty Nail finally broke the silence with a hearty chuckle. "Well, darlin', you've certainly got a knack for making the mundane a little more interesting. Candy Crush it is then." Relieved by his positive response, a smile crept across your face. It was refreshing to connect with someone who appreciated your quirks instead of viewing them as something to be mocked or dismissed.

As you glanced at your watch and realized it was getting late, you decided to check in with Rusty Nail, the truck driver who had been providing you some company. Pressing the talk button on the speaker, you cleared your throat before asking, "Say, uh, hey Rusty? You ever drove in this area before?" Rusty's gravelly voice crackled through the speaker, "Oh, you betcha, sweetheart. I've been on these roads for years. Why do you ask?"

Your eyes shifted from his truck driving beside your car and back to the road ahead as you continued driving. "Well, I'm getting pretty hungry. Just wondering if there's a town coming up anytime soon where I can grab some food." Rusty chuckled on the other end, the sound echoing through the speaker. "Ah, I gotcha. Well, there's a little town called Blackwood a few miles ahead. They got a decent diner there called the Blue Moon. Been there a couple of times myself. Might wanna check it out."

As you thought about what he said, you then pressed the talk button on the speaker again, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hey, thank you!" you exclaimed, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. "I know this is sudden, but if you aren't really in too much of a hurry, Rusty, I could meet you there… and, well," you hesitated for a moment, checking your watch, "I could buy you dinner."

You couldn't help but feel your heart racing in anticipation, unsure of how he would react to your offer. As Rusty fell silent, you turned your head slightly, stealing a glance at the roaring truck next to you. His mysterious presence was captivating, and you found yourself caught between the thrill of spending time with him and the reality of the dangerous situation you were in.

As you shifted your eyes back to the road, focusing on the path ahead, Rusty finally broke the silence. "You sure?" his voice rumbled through the speaker. The hint of skepticism in his tone made you pause, contemplating your decision once again. Was it wise to trust a stranger you only knew through these sporadic encounters on the road?

But then, a laugh escaped your lips as you pressed the talk button once more, feeling a surge of confidence. "Well, truckers do get hungry, don't they?" you replied teasingly. The twinkle in your eyes was reflected in your voice, the electric connection between you and Rusty growing stronger with each passing moment. Rusty let out a deep chuckle, his warm voice enveloping you through the speaker. "You got me there," he replied playfully. "And if you're offering, who am I to turn down a free meal?"

The sound of his laughter echoed in your ears, igniting a sense of warmth within you. It was as if you had known Rusty your whole life, even though you had only exchanged a few words over the radio. The idea of meeting him in person both thrilled and frightened you; the allure of the unknown mingled with the thrill of taking a leap of faith. With a newfound determination, you pushed down on the accelerator, feeling the engine roar to life beneath you. The miles melted away beneath your tires as you headed towards Blackwood. The town's name held an air of mystery, as if it was a place frozen in time, waiting to reveal its secrets to those who dared to seek them.

As the landscape changed around you, the sight of towering pines and the sweet scent of pine needles engulfed your senses, adding to the anticipation that coiled in your stomach. The road stretched out before you, an endless ribbon leading you closer to Blackwood and the encounter that awaited you there. Finally, you arrived at the outskirts of the quaint town, the familiarity of small-town life washing over you like a gentle breeze. The streets were lined with charming storefronts, their colorful facades a stark contrast to the open highway you had left behind. Drawn by an invisible force, you followed the signs leading you to the heart of the town, where the Blue Moon diner awaited.

As Rusty's semi truck rumbled to a halt beside your car, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment you would finally come face to face with the enigmatic Rusty Nail. With a quickened heart rate, you hastily grabbed your purse, shutting off your car and stepping out into the cool breeze. As you stood there, the anticipation building, you couldn't help but wonder what Rusty Nail would look like. The image you had conjured in your mind was of a rugged, fearless figure, someone who commanded attention with his very presence.

You were brought back to reality as you heard the truck door push open, the sound echoing through the air. The metallic clink of Rusty's boots hitting the concrete sent a thrill down your spine, heightening the suspense. And then the door slammed shut with a resounding thud. Rusty Nail made his way around the massive vehicle in long, purposeful strides. As he approached you, you found yourself craning your neck to meet his gaze, stunned by his towering stature. He was tall, very tall, surpassing any expectations you had set in your mind.

As you stared up at him, taking in his striking features, a laugh escaped your lips, bubbling up from pure excitement. It was a nervous laugh, tinged with disbelief as you softly asked, "You are Rusty Nail?" Rusty Nail glanced down at you with a playful smirk and his piercing eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. His voice rumbled low, with a touch of gravel, as he replied, "That's me, darlin'. The one and only."

Intrigued and slightly flustered, you continued with a playful grin, "Well, I must admit, you're not quite what I pictured. I expected a rough, tough trucker with a shadowy demeanor. But here you are, towering over me with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes." Rusty let out a deep, rumbling laugh that sent shivers down your spine. "Well, darlin', sometimes appearances can be deceiving. But trust me, I've got enough roughness and toughness to go around. And as for the mischievous twinkle, well, that's a trademark of mine."

As he spoke, Rusty's voice carried a hint of warmth and a touch of danger, a dangerous combination that made your heart flutter. It was clear that he was a man of few words, but each one held weight and added to his enigmatic allure. With a tilt of his head, Rusty motioned for you to follow him inside the Blue Moon diner. As you stepped through the door, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and home-cooked meals enveloped your senses. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting, filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of silverware against plates.

You couldn't help but notice the looks of curiosity and intrigue from the other patrons as you followed Rusty to a booth in the corner of the diner. It seemed as though everyone knew his name, his presence commanding an air of respect and admiration. You wondered what stories he had to tell, what adventures he had embarked on, to earn such a reputation in this small town. Sitting across from Rusty, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. His eyes held a hint of mystery, as if they held secrets and experiences that spanned a lifetime. You found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to break the silence and fill the air with his gravelly voice once more.

Finally, Rusty leaned back in his seat, an easy smile gracing his lips. He motioned for the waitress, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, who quickly approached the table with a notepad in hand. "What'll it be today, Rusty?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of familiarity. Rusty glanced at you, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, before turning back to the waitress. "Why don't you surprise us, Helen? Whatever you recommend," he replied.

Helen nodded and jotted down their order before disappearing into the kitchen. The anticipation in the air was palpable as you locked eyes with Rusty, his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. It felt as if he was peering into your soul, unraveling your thoughts, your desires, while keeping his own carefully guarded. Both of you had been waiting for your order to arrive, and as the silence began to stretch on, you decided to break it.

"So, you're a regular in this diner?" you asked curiously, breaking the silence that had settled between you. Rusty looked up, a small smile gracing his lips. It was clear that he appreciated the attempt at conversation. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he replied, tapping his fingers on the table absentmindedly. "I've been coming here for years. The food is great, and the staff is always friendly."

as you slowly nodded your head, a grin forming on your lips. His suggestion for this place was impressive, but you couldn't help the thought that lingered in your mind. "How many girls did you suggest this place to, though?" you playfully questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Just me, or was there a long list of other lucky ladies?"

Rusty chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, I'll have you know, darlin', you're the first one to get the Blue Moon recommendation. I reckon it's my way of making sure someone as special as you gets to experience it."

His words sent a rush of warmth through your body, and you couldn't help but blush at his compliment. Rusty had a way of making you feel seen and valued, even in such a short amount of time. It was both exhilarating and slightly unnerving, the intensity of the connection between the two of you.

As the waitress, Helen, returned with your orders, the aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Your stomach grumbled in response, and Rusty's playful smirk widened. "Looks like Helen knows what she's doing," he remarked, taking a sip of his coffee.

You couldn't help but agree, the sight of the steaming plates in front of you making your mouth water. The two of you dug into your meals, savoring the delicious flavors that danced on your taste buds. The conversation flowed easily between bites.

"This is better than sex," you exclaimed, surprising both yourself and those around you. The words slipped out naturally, a testament to the incredible culinary experience you were currently immersed in. The combination of textures and tastes, carefully crafted by the talented chef, had transcended the realm of mere food and elevated it to a level of ecstasy that often eluded you.

Rusty burst into laughter, clearly caught off guard by your exclamation. "Well, I'll be damned," he chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I guess you're really enjoying yourself, huh?" You nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across your face. "Absolutely! This food is absolutely incredible. I never knew a simple meal at a diner could taste this good."

Helen, the waitress, couldn't help but let out a laugh as she passed by your table. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, hon. We take pride in our dishes here at the Blue Moon." As the plates were cleared away, you found yourself reluctant to let the evening come to an end. There was something special about this encounter, something that defied logic and reason. It felt as if fate had intervened, bringing the two of you together for a reason.

Rusty leaned back in his seat, his eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and curiosity. "You know," he began, his voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability, "I didn't expect this when I got on the road today. Meeting someone like you, it's a rare and unexpected gift."

"You know what they say, Rusty," you grinned, taking a sip of your drink before continuing, "rare and unexpected gifts are normally a gift from whatever god created this fucked up world. So, I take that rare and unexpected gift as a sign that the world really isn't as fucked up as we thought it was."

Rusty raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of rare and unexpected gift are we talking about here?" he asked with a playful smirk, leaning closer. As your eyes were drawn towards his lips, a surge of anticipation coursed through your veins. The air between you and Rusty Nail crackled with intense chemistry, building up to a perfect moment that hung in the balance. Your heart raced in sync with the anticipation, as you leaned in closely, dangerously close to stealing a kiss.

But in that very moment, as your lips hovered mere millimeters apart, a voice broke the spell. It was Helen oblivious to the magnetic energy that had filled the room. With a sigh of disappointment, you pulled away slightly, realizing that this stolen moment had been disrupted. "Fuck," Rusty whispered under his breath, his disappointment echoing in the air. It was a quiet expletive, laced with frustration and desire. The timing couldn't have been worse, and the interruption left both of you yearning for what could have been.

Feeling slightly awkward, you reached up to rub the back of your neck, a subconscious gesture to alleviate the tension that still hung in the air. Feeling the awkwardness settle upon the moment, In that moment, you decided to reach for the check.

But just as you reached out, your fingertips brushing against the cold surface of the check, Rusty's hand shot forward, matching your movement. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent protest. "Let me take care of this," Rusty said softly, his voice filled with determination. His eyes met yours, communicating volumes without speaking a word. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you turned to Rusty. "Rusty, let me pay for dinner," you suggested.

Rusty shook his head, an infectious grin spreading across his face. "I don't think so," he replied, a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes. "The man should always pay for the dinner" You chuckled, leaning forward, your eyes lighting up. "But Rusty, I was the one who invited you for dinner," you countered. "Doesn't that warrant an exception?"

Rusty matched your movement, leaning forward and meeting your gaze. "Yeah, well, I was the one who told you about this place," he retorted, a hint of victory in his voice. "So, therefore, I get to pay." You paused, pondering on a witty comeback, but your mind drew a blank. A slight frown creased your forehead as you watched him take out his wallet and set the check down on the table. Grumbling playfully under your breath, you couldn't help but admire his persistence and determination.

With a resigned sigh, you reached for your purse and pulled out some bills, tapping them on the table. "Fine," you grumbled with mock annoyance. "But let me leave the tip at least. It's the least I can do." Rusty chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Deal," he agreed, sliding the money towards you. "You can take care of the tip. But next time, it's my treat."

As you and Rusty walked out of the small, cozy diner, a sense of tranquility settled upon the streets. The night air was heavy with the impending rain, casting a slight mist over the dimly-lit sidewalks. You closed your eyes for a moment, tilting your head back to fully immerse yourself in the gentle aroma that hung in the atmosphere. "It's going to rain soon," you remarked, your voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation of the downpour brought a tinge of excitement to your voice. You had always loved the rain, and the way it transformed the world around you.

Rusty turned his gaze towards you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it's one of those things, ain't it?" he responded, his voice husky yet soothing. "Rain has a way of keeping everyone inside, tucked away from the world, while it washes everything clean outside." His words resonated with you, aligning perfectly with your own emotions. There was something magical about rain, something that made you feel alive and connected to the world. You watched as Rusty reached into his pocket, retrieving a worn pack of cigarettes.

With a practiced hand, he withdrew one cigarette from the pack, expertly discarding the plastic wrapper before returning the pack to the safety of his pocket. He placed the slender cylinder between his lips, grasping a lighter from his other pocket. The flickering flame danced at the tip of the lighter as he brought it closer to the cigarette, igniting it with a soft crackle.

Taking a deep breath, Rusty inhaled the intoxicating mixture of tobacco and rain-scented air. The smoke swirled gently around his lips as he exhaled, creating a haze of tranquility that mirrored the calm before the storm. "There's something about the rain, you know?" he spoke again, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "It's like nature's way of restoring balance, purifying our surroundings. Makes you appreciate the calm after the storm."

As you stood there watching Rusty Nail smoke his cigarette, tendrils of smoke curling up into the air, you found yourself inexplicably drawn towards him. There was something intriguing about the way he exuded confidence and mystery, even while engaged in such a mundane activity like smoking. With each puff, his expression seemed to deepen, as if lost in his own thoughts. Unable to resist the curiosity any longer, you took a small step closer to him, the toe of your shoe barely grazing the ground. You wanted to get a closer look, to quench the growing desire to understand this enigmatic person before you.

Rusty turned slightly, the corner of his lips twitching into a half-smile as he noticed your approach. The glint in his eyes matched the glowing ember at the tip of his cigarette. "Something on your mind, sweetheart?" he asked in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down your spine. Summoning all your courage, you reached out and delicately plucked the cigarette from between his lips. Time seemed to slow as your fingers brushed against his, feeling the faint traces of heat left behind. With a hint of mischief, you brought the cigarette to your lips, carefully placing it between them.

Taking a deep breath, you inhaled the smoke, feeling its intoxicating warmth fill your lungs. The taste was both harsh and strangely alluring, just like Rusty himself. It was an act of rebellion, seizing the moment and letting go of any inhibitions that held you back. As you exhaled the smoke, it mingled with the air around you, creating an ethereal cloud that hung between you and Rusty. His eyes flickered with surprise, his smile widening. "Well, well, someone's got a taste for danger," he remarked with a mix of amusement and admiration.

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities. You couldn't help but wonder what other boundaries you could push with Rusty, what other forbidden experiences awaited. "I've never seen someone snatch a cigarette from my lips and take a drag so boldly," Rusty finally broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "You've caught my attention, darlin'. Care to share more of that rebellious spirit?"

You couldn't deny the fizzing excitement building within you as Rusty knelt down to light another cigarette. With a coy smile, you took a cigarette from the pack he offered, leaning closer to him. "Perhaps," you whispered, your voice laden with newfound confidence. "But only if you can handle a little mischief of your own." Rusty's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation as he leaned in, his face now only inches away from yours. The raindrops began to fall, splattering gently on the pavement and creating a symphony of soft pitter-patters around you. It felt as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in this moment of shared defiance.

His free hand reached out, brushing against your cheek, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. The touch sent tingles coursing through your body, igniting a fire within you. His eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing you closer until your breaths mingled and your lips were almost touching. The streetlights above cast an ethereal glow, illuminating Rusty's features, accentuating the contours of his face. You watched as his lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes full of a daring playfulness. "Oh, darlin', you're about to unleash a storm," he murmured in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down your spine.

As you gazed up at Rusty Nail, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart you were completely smitten. as the darkening clouds started to roll in, you couldn't help but worry about his safety of driving on wet roads. "You know, if it's going to rain, then maybe you should uh…pull over for the night. I mean, all that rain, the roads could be slick, right?" Rusty's eyes bore into you, and you could feel your heart racing. he actually seemed to consider your suggestion. You continued, "And if you look behind me, there's actually a motel right across the street. Talk about location - a diner right across from a motel."

As Rusty's gaze shifted across the street, you noticed him checking out the motel before looking back at you. even then, Rusty didn't say a word. He simply nodded his head, his rugged features softening into a smile. Before you could even process what was happening, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. "You go ahead and drive your car over there," he said, his voice filled with a warm affection. "I'll meet you over there as soon as I finish my cigarette, okay?"

you wasted no time in getting into your car and driving across the street. You could feel the adrenaline rush through your body as you caught a glimpse of Rusty standing in the diner parking lot, finishing his cigarette. He watched you curiously as you parked in front of the motel office before quickly getting out and running inside to check in. After getting the room number thirteen, you walked out of the office and headed to your room. As you walked, you couldn't help but turn your head as you saw Rusty's black semi truck pulling into the parking lot. A grin spread across your face as you watched him drive past to find a place to park.

As you walked inside your room, you dropped the key on the couch and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. You didn't want Rusty to smell the cigarette smoke on you. You chuckled to yourself as you thought about how ironic it was that you were trying to impress him by getting rid of the smell of his own cigarette. you walked out of the bathroom of the rundown motel, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. The warm water from the shower had managed to ease the tension in your body, as you turned to face the bed, the first thing you noticed was that Rusty was already sitting there waiting for you, his eyes focused on the TV as he aimlessly flipped through channels. You couldn't blame him, the options were either terrible porn or boring movies, with the occasional bad reality TV show thrown in.

As you slid into bed beside him, he immediately wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was small, He then turned off the TV and tossed the remote onto the couch; his attention was now fully on you. "I was getting bored without you," he said with a small smirk, causing you to let out a small laugh. You shrugged your shoulders, letting out a sigh. "I just needed to get the cigarette smoke off of me," you explained, Rusty's smile widened as he looked at you. "Are you getting all prettied up just for me?" he teased, making you playfully roll your eyes. "You wish," you replied with a smirk, earning a playful pinch from Rusty.

As you got comfortable on the bed next to him, you couldn't help but turn your head to look up at him. What you saw took your breath away. Rusty was already looking at you, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. The air between you two felt charged with unspoken desire as you stared into each other's eyes. Without a word, Rusty pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your hips as he leaned in closer to you. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You knew that something was about to happen, but you didn't know what. Suddenly, Rusty's voice broke the silence, sending a jolt of excitement through you.

"Strip for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. But it wasn't just his words that captivated you, it was the way he said them. Slowly, almost teasingly, as if savoring every word. You could feel his fingers trailing down your thigh, his touch igniting a fire within you. You looked into Rusty's eyes as you began to strip, baring yourself to him like a trophy as you took off each piece of clothing the way he was looking at you only fueled the fire within you.

As you slowly revealed more and more of your body, Rusty's eyes never left yours. His gaze was so intense, as if he was devouring every inch of you. You could feel yourself becoming more and more turned on, your body responding to his touch.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, as if in awe of what he was seeing. And just like that, the last of your clothes were discarded on the floor, leaving you completely exposed to Rusty's hungry eyes. Every inch of your skin was practically on fire as he continued to run his hands along your body.

Rusty didn't immediately pounce on you with wild abandon, as you may have expected. Instead, he took his time, savoring every moment of your striptease. He caressed your body gently, worshiping it as if it was the most precious thing in the world. The way that Rusty looked at you and touched you made you feel cherished and desired in a way you never had before.

As your back pressed against the mattress, Rusty slowly stripped out of his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't help but feel a wave of desire rush through your body as his naked form came into view. The way his muscles flexed with each movement, the soft golden glow of his skin, it was all too mesmerizing.

As Rusty's body slid over yours, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The way his warm skin brushed against yours was exhilarating, and you couldn't wait for more. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Rusty's hands traveled down your sides, caressing every inch of your skin with tenderness. He moved his lips down to your chest, placing delicate kisses on your cleavage, making your body tingle with pleasure.

His lips continued to move down, leaving a trail of hot kisses on your stomach. You could feel his breath against your skin, and it only added to the anticipation. As he reached your hips, he planted one last kiss before moving back up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, and every touch and kiss seemed to fuel the fire even more. Rusty's hands roamed all over your body, memorizing every curve and crevice. You could feel his desire building and matching your own. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes.

You could see the sincerity in his eyes and it only made you want him more. His lips found your neck again, and you couldn't hold back the moans that escaped your lips. He nibbled and sucked on your skin, causing you to arch your back and dig your nails into his back.

"I want to make you feel good," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your neck. And that he did. Rusty's skilled fingers and lips explored every inch of your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you moan and writhe in pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, was like a symphony playing on your skin.

As Rusty's body slid up yours and your legs wrapped around his waist, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at his touch. His lips crashed onto yours, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his body as it pressed against yours, his warmth radiating through your body. You let out a soft moan as Rusty’s hands traveled up your back, sending shivers down your spine.

As his lips trailed down your neck and onto your collarbone, you couldn't stop the shivers that ran through you. He seemed to know all your secret spots, all the places that made you weak in the knees. You let out a soft sigh of contentment, running your hands through his hair as he continued his explorations every moan that escaped your lips only encouraged him to push further.

As he slowly slid his throbbing dick inside you, your nails dug into his back, marking him as yours. His hips moved in a slow, gentle rhythm at first, savoring the moment. But as your nails continued to leave imprints on his skin, his movements became more fervent. His hips began to slam against yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

Rusty’s thrusts became harder and faster, driving you both to the edge of ecstasy. You could feel the familiar warmth building up within you, hear your breath become ragged as you both approached your climax. His name fell from your lips like a prayer as you reached your peak, the intensity of your release crashing over you both.

As you lay there, panting and entwined, you couldn't help but feel like you were in perfect harmony with each other. But this moment of pure bliss was only the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure. Rusty’s lips never left yours, his hands never stopped roaming your body as he brought you to multiple orgasms. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust seemed to drive you both deeper into a state of ecstasy.

The warm rays of the morning sun peered through the thin curtains, gently waking you up from your peaceful slumber. As your eyes fluttered open, you found yourself lying in a cozy motel bed, snuggled up in the arms of the one and only Rusty Nail. As you gazed at his sleeping figure, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of tranquility with him. A small yawn escaped your lips as you shifted slightly, your body reminding you of the wild night that just took place. You didn't want to disturb Rusty, who looked so peaceful in his sleep, so you carefully rolled over and propped yourself up on your elbow to admire his handsome features. His messy hair fell delicately over his forehead, giving him an endearing and relaxed look. You smiled to yourself, feeling so lucky to be right here in this moment with him.

Your eyes then wandered down to his broad chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. The rise and fall was almost mesmerizing, and you found yourself lost in its rhythm. A soft sigh escaped your lips, and as you looked back up at his face, you realized that Rusty was now awake and watching you with a grin on his face.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said in his deep and raspy voice, causing your heart to flutter. "Good morning," you replied, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer to him. You snuggled into his warm embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his arms.

[thisgameissonintendo]

useful information #SaveLockwoodandCo

a masterpost with lots of important information on how to save Lockwood & Co. this will be updated every time i get news on events, networks and other helpful things.

1) VIDEO WITH IMPORTANT DETAILS

watch the ‘lockwood & co. got canceled video’ here.

2)  HOW TO CONTACT: DISNEY+

leave feedback here. go to twitter (1, 2), instagram (1, 2) and facebook.

3)  HOW TO CONTACT: PRIMEVIDEO

leave feedback here. go to twitter, instagram and facebook.

4)  HOW TO CONTACT: NETFLIX

leave feedback here. chat and ask for Lockwood & Co. here. go to twitter (1, 2), instagram (1, 2) and facebook.

5)  HOW TO CONTACT: CBS

leave feedback here. go to twitter (1, 2), instagram (1, 2) and facebook.

6)  HOW TO CONTACT: PARAMOUNT+

leave feedback here. go to twitter (1, 2), instagram (1, 2) and facebook (1, 2).

7)  HOW TO CONTACT: BBC

leave feedback here. chat and ask for Lockwood & Co. here. go to twitter (1, 2), instagram (1, 2) and facebook (1, 2).

8)  HOW TO CONTACT: NBC

leave feedback here. go to twitter (1, 2, 3), instagram (1, 2) and facebook (1, 2).

9)  SIGN THE PETITION

sign the petition here. please ask family and friends to sign as well.

10) IMPORTANT E-MAIL ADDRESSES

if you’re comfortable, feel free to send e-mails and ask for Lockwood & Co. always remember to be kind and stick to important details. the wonderful lavenderghostco was so kind to come up with a template for e-mails. if you have twitter you can message her and ask so it’s an easy copy&paste process.

11) HOW TO PETITION FOR A SHOW TO BE PICKED UP

amelia on twitter has made a wonderful thread, easily written and well-structured on what needs to be done for other networks to show interest and pick up Lockwood & Co. click here to read the thread.

12) WATCH PARTY

a watch party held may 20th-22nd to get Lockwood & Co. back to top shows. (fun fact - it’s already back in the ‘trending’ category in germany, uk, italy, spain and other countries!)

13) SCHEDULE MAY 15TH-MAY 21st

feel free to tweet and use the hashtags mentioned above. ❗️IMPORTANT: always use #SaveLockwoodandCo along with the daily hashtag. do not use more than 2 per tweet to avoid spam. always add an emoji or text when you tweet for above mentioned reason. you can add a ‘bonus tweet’ to use #LockwoodandCo as well (or the one that’s missing from the usual post). example tweet here❗️for more info click here. (fun fact - #BringBackLockwoodandCo has made more than 5,000 tweets and #SaveLockwoodandCo already crossed the 10,000 mark!)

14) HOW TO INCREASE REACH

phinlands on twitter created a post on how to gain more activity and people on social media. click here to read the thread. to get more information read this article.

have questions? feel free to contact me. if you need graphics for events or other activities you can also dm me. i’ll happily help as much as i can. 

15) HOW TO CONTACT: ABC

leave feedback here. go to twitter, instagram and facebook.

16) HOW TO CONTACT: APPLETV

leave feedback here. start a discussion to draw attention to Lockwood & Co. here. go to twitter, instagram and facebook.

17) SCHEDULE MAY 22nd -MAY 28th

 - TO BE CONTINUED -

[footyandformula]

quick rant. the Ballon d’Or trophies genuinely anger me. I’m not gonna argue over Messi or Haaland, I don’t care about that. I care about how we have a lack of information regarding how the rankings are calculated.

They give us 3 broad descriptors but not anything past that. Do club and country weigh the same when calculating? Is it different on years with the WC? Is it up to each voter how they weigh? Does player position matter? Does the league in which they play matter, or are all leagues equal? How much is champions league or lack of it worth?

Edit: here’s the criteria from France football.

Individual performance in the previous season (no longer by calendar year).

Team success during the previous season.

Player behavior and fair play during the season.

But it should be noted that this year they’ve decided to look more into individual success than team success. Looks suspicious is all I can say….

Oh right. None of that matters, it just depends on how that person feels about it.

EDIT: it’s supposed to be on a sliding scale. France Football list their top 30 players and then journalists rank their top 5. It’s pure popularity. The stats no longer matter. Johan Cruyff, you were right.

Because to me this is where the award loses prestige and becomes a joke. We have no information on how it’s calculated.

Just to use one example (there’s many), how is Ruben Dias, the best CB in the world at the moment, treble winner, quarter finalist in the WC, and having some of the best stats in Premier League and Champions League 30th? But Harry Kane (whom I love and adore) is 19th, even though he has great stats and was a quarter finalist at the WC, he also has an 8th place Tottenham, no Champions League appearance or qualification and really no other club success last season.

I could’ve picked others on the list and done the same thing. The math doesn’t math. I need answers. Does anyone else feel like this or is it just me?

Can we stop giving this award ceremony as much attention as it gets and get an award that isn’t all about $$$ and popularity?

[leonardcohenofficial]

here’s the NYtimes interview with alan alda reflecting on the fiftieth anniversary of M*A*S*H (text below the cut)!!

By Saul Austerlitz Published Sept. 16, 2022 Updated Sept. 17, 2022, 1:10 p.m. ET

When we think of the default mode of much of contemporary television — mingling the tragic and the offhand, broad comedy and pinpoint sentiment — we are thinking of a precise mixture of styles, emotions and textures first alchemized by “M*A*S*H.”

Created by Larry Gelbart and Gene Reynolds, “M*A*S*H” aired on CBS from 1972 to 1983. (It is currently available to stream on Hulu.) Over the course of its 11-year run, it featured alcohol-fueled high jinks and other shenanigans alongside graphic surgical sequences and portrayals of grief, blending comedy and drama in a fashion rarely seen before on television. Set among the doctors and nurses of a Korean War mobile surgical unit, “M*A*S*H” made use of the mockumentary episode decades before “The Office” ever tried it, featured blood-drenched story lines long before “The Sopranos” and killed off beloved characters without warning well before “Game of Thrones.”

The “M*A*S*H” series finale, titled “Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen,” remains the most-watched non-Super Bowl program ever broadcast on American TV. The heart of the series was Alan Alda, who played the acerbic and devoted surgeon Hawkeye Pierce throughout the show’s more than 250 episodes and also wrote and directed dozens of them.

The actor revisited “M*A*S*H” in a video interview ahead of the show’s 50th anniversary, on Sept. 17. Alda, 86, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2015, discussed famous scenes, the series’s battles with CBS (“They didn’t even want us to show blood at the beginning”) and why he thinks the audience connected so deeply with “M*A*S*H.” These are edited excerpts from the conversation.

How have you been feeling?

Good, thank you. You mean with regard to Parkinson’s or the Covid or what?

All of the above, I suppose.

Parkinson’s I’m on top of. And I haven’t come down with Covid yet.

What does it mean to you to know that people are still interested in “M*A*S*H” 50 years later?

I got the script submitted to me when I was making a movie in the Utah State Prison. And it was the best script I had seen since I’d been in prison. I called my wife and I said: “This is a terrific script, but I don’t see how I can do it. Because we live in New Jersey, and it has to be shot in L.A. And who knows? It could run a whole year.” To go from that to 50 years later, it’s still getting, not only attention but it’s still getting an audience, is a surprise.

What kinds of conversations did you have with Larry Gelbart before the show began?

With “All in the Family,” I think the door was open to doing stories about things that really mattered. So when I got out of prison and went down to L.A. to talk to them, the night before we started rehearsing the pilot, I wanted us all to agree that we wouldn’t just have high jinks at the front. That it would take seriously what these people were going through. The wounded, the dead. You can’t just say it’s all a party. And we talked until about 1 in the morning at a coffee shop in Beverly Hills.

Do you feel there was a shift over the first season away from the booze-fueled humor of the early episodes?

Yeah, there was. Partly because people who were submitting story lines thought that that’s what was wanted. Larry Gelbart rewrote most of the shows the first season. Midway through the first season, there was a show called “Sometimes You Hear the Bullet,” and that was a real turning point. Because in that show, a friend of Hawkeye’s shows up among the wounded, and he dies on the operating table. That’s the moment where McLean Stevenson [as Lt. Col. Henry Blake] says: “There’s two rules in war: Young men die, and then Rule 2 is there’s nothing you can do about it.” Something like that. [The exact quote: “There are certain rules about a war. And rule No. 1 is young men die. And rule No. 2 is, doctors can’t change rule No. 1.”]

The network was furious about this. Some guy in charge of programming said, “What is this, a situation tragedy?” Soon after that, we were getting more popular. And the more popular you get, the less they complain.

Was CBS also concerned about the language used to tell these stories?

The most striking example to me was early in the series. Radar [Gary Burghoff] is explaining to somebody that he’s unfamiliar with something. And he said, “I’m a virgin at that, sir.” With no sexual context. It was just that he’d never done something before. And the CBS censor said: “You can’t say the word ‘virgin.’ That’s forbidden.” So the next week, Gelbart wrote a little scene that had nothing to do with anything. A patient is being carried through on a stretcher. And I say, “Where you from, son?” And he says, “The Virgin Islands, sir.”

Early in the show’s run, Gelbart and Reynolds went to South Korea and recorded 22 hours of interviews with doctors, nurses, pilots and orderlies there. How did those interviews make their way into story lines for the show?

We had reams of transcripts of those conversations. I would go through them looking for ideas for stories. And I could see that the other writers were doing the same thing, because there’d be circles around sentences and words. Sometimes one little phrase would spark the imagination of one of us, and that phrase could turn into a story.

Larry and Gene went to Korea at the end of the second season, and they got a lot of material for stories. But they had also found that we had, by paying attention to the lives that they lived, we had made up stories that were very similar to things that had actually happened.

People may not remember that you directed 32 episodes of “M*A*S*H” and wrote 19 episodes. How did you start getting interested in writing and directing?

At the end of the first season, I wrote a show called “The Longjohn Flap.” I borrowed the idea of “La Ronde,” but made it long johns instead because it was reflective of what their lives were like in the cold. I had been trying to learn writing since I was 8 years old. I wanted to be a writer before I wanted to be an actor.

Were there story lines that you thought “M*A*S*H” hadn’t quite tackled yet that you wanted to bring into the world of the show as a writer and director?

When I wrote, I tried to find out a little bit more about each of the characters. Who is Klinger [Jamie Farr] really? What was underneath — I almost said, what was underneath the dresses. [Laughs.] What was underneath the wearing of the dresses? Who was Margaret [Loretta Swit]?

I see on the internet that people assumed that because I was politically active, trying to get the Equal Rights Amendment passed, that in my writing I was trying to make political points, too. And I wasn’t. I really don’t like writing that passes as entertainment when it’s really propaganda. I want to hear a human story.

The unexpected death of Colonel Blake (McLean Stevenson) in the Season 3 finale, “Abyssinia, Henry,” remains one of the biggest surprises in television history. What was it like to shoot that sequence?

Gelbart showed me the scene. I think [it was] the morning of the shoot. I knew, but nobody else knew. He wanted to get everybody’s first-time reactions. And it really affected Gary Burghoff on camera. I think everybody was grateful for the shock.

It shocked the audience, too. I had a letter from a man who complained that he had to console his 10-year-old son who was sobbing. But it was one of the ways for the adults in the audience to realize that another aspect of war is that things happen that you don’t expect.

Was there ever a point when you got tired of fighting the Korean War on TV? The old joke is the show lasted almost four times as long as the actual war.

Around a year before we finally ended it, I felt we were getting toward the end of our ability to be fresh every week. I started suggesting that we do a final movie-length episode that really could end it. First of all, we were getting too old to play these people. And after you tell stories about a group of people 250 times, it’s hard not to repeat yourself or say things that sound like they’re supposed to be funny but aren’t really.

What did it mean to you to have Hawkeye leave Korea scarred by the death of a child in the final episode?

You just described exactly what I wanted to do with all the characters on the show. I was looking for stories, each in a different way, that showed how everybody left the war with a wound of some kind. Everybody had something taken from them. And Hawkeye was just one of them.

Earlier in your career, you had been on another great military comedy, “The Phil Silvers Show,” also known as “Sergeant Bilko.” What did you learn about acting from your pre-“M*A*S*H” TV work?

The first thing I learned on the “Bilko” show was you have to know your lines before you go in for the day’s work. I had come from the stage, where I would learn my lines during rehearsal. And the first thing they did is say, “OK, you’re up for your phone conversation,” where it’s a page of dialogue. It was an eye-opening experience. [Laughs.] I staggered through that.

Why do you think the audience connected so deeply with “M*A*S*H”?

Aside from really good writing and good acting and good directing, the element that really sinks in with an audience is that, as frivolous as some of the stories are, underneath it is an awareness that real people lived through these experiences, and that we tried to respect what they went through. I think that seeps into the unconscious of the audience.

They didn’t even want us to show blood at the beginning. In the pilot, the operating room was lit by a red light, so you couldn’t tell what was blood and what wasn’t. Which, once we got picked up, was ditched.

And giving us a feel for the circumstances that the real people had to go through, so that you could see that the crazy behavior wasn’t just to be funny. It was a way of separating yourself for a moment from the nastiness.

You can’t get as harsh as it really was.

Correction: Sept. 16, 2022 An earlier version of this article described in error the viewership statistics for the series finale of “M*A*S*H.” It was the most-watched non-Super Bowl program ever broadcast on American television, in terms of total audience, not the highest-rated non-Super Bowl program. A rating refers to the percentage of TV households that watch a program. The “M*A*S*H” finale remains the highest-rated program, of any kind, ever broadcast on American television.