#listen this is a line that came to me on the airplane

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Doctor Who is a story where humans make themselves gods, become myths staining the tapestries of the universe, and the last member of a race of gods is made human, cowardly and vulnerable and kind in a way no other god would dare make themselves and this is the very thing that allows the god-made-human to survive and even win at the end of the day (and the very thing that often dooms the humans-made-gods)

[bugmomwrites]

Weary

Dr Flug x Reader

Stealing my sister’s bf’s HBO password is the second best thing I’ve done this week. Whipping up a solid drabble in 30 minutes and refining it into a whole oneshot in the same night takes first place.

There’s like, one innuendo towards the end but everything else is straight up fluff. Story came to me after reading yet another shady thing a certain airline I won’t name did, but it sounds like “we ain’t going”. I am changing the names so I don’t end up dead in a van somewhere, but if you know you know ;)

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“…And then what happened?”, Flug yawns, looking up at you through his goggles. You smile gently, kissing the front of the bag where his forehead would be.

“Well, according to some sources…the former production and safety manager’s exact words were ‘if anything happens, I didn’t do it myself’,” you respond, reading the article off your phone. Using the same soft voice you use when you read picture books to a sleepy 505, except it was a news article turned Wikipedia rabbit hole.

You two had gone from listening to him explain the differences between a 767 and an Airvan, to him resting his bagged head in your lap as you click on various entries and articles, bouncing information back and forth. The person, a known whistleblower who had retired from the controversial airline a few years ago, had tried many a time to draw attention to the company’s shady practices. For him to die so suddenly, especially as more inside secrets came to light, was too fishy for the public to ignore.

“I’m no detective, but…”

“Assassination?”, you finished for him, raising a brow. The two of you exchanged knowing looks.

“Does the Dreamweaver have flexible wings?”, he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury his head further into your tummy. It tickles, but you try not to laugh lest you disturb his rare peace. Moments like these didn’t happen often, and you knew if any of the others were to see you like this, Black Hat would tear you both a new one, and Demencia would never let you hear the end of it.

A few more minutes go by, occasionally filled in with fun facts about the company’s various other incidents that had made the news in the past. You click off of yet another one where a plane was literally falling apart mid-air, having to make an emergency landing in a massive blaze. That was enough internet for today, at this rate you’d never want to hop in a plane again. You carefully set your phone to the side after checking the time.

“If I were him, I wouldn’t have let them get me.”

“I know, Flug.”

“And I would have documented everything.”

“Mhm”, you rest a hand on his back, your own eyes growing heavy.

“I’d go down there and put them back together myself. I’d personally take all of their shitty scrap parts, and make a better airplane than any of those so called professionals,” he says disdainfully.

You smile as he heaves a long sigh, like the weight of the world rests upon his weary shoulders; which isn’t far from the truth, if the way Black Hat nags him and Demencia torments him on a regular basis is any indication. Not to mention raising a son/care bear/science experiment through it all. But even if it’s not quite the whole earth, at the very least it’s the whole company. Everybody ought to give him more credit, himself included.

“If anybody could do such a thing, I know it’d be you, Flug. You’ve always had a brilliant mind.” He hums softly at the praise, feeling quite chuffed to know that at least someone in the manor besides his own son appreciated him not just for all he does, but who he is.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as he drifts in and out of consciousness, your hand gently rubbing his back until he speaks up again a few minutes later.

“And I’ll make you my co-pilot.”

This takes you by surprise, the hand rubbing his back stopping briefly as you let the words settle over the two of you. Reading between the lines was something you found yourself doing almost as often as reading his expression through his paper bag, the man still not quite comfortable enough to outright say all the things he’d had bouncing around in his head to you just yet. Your hand resumes as you test the waters, stuck between delicate hope and fear of possibly scaring him off.

“I…don’t know how to fly a plane. Nor do I have a pilots license.”

“Me neither, but I’ll show you how to do it in the cockpit. I’ll make sure you have a smooth ride for your first time.”

A pregnant pause falls over the both of you, and your whole face heats up, mind processing his words only to take a nosedive into the gutter. You open your mouth to respond only to be met with quiet snores from below, Flug blissfully unaware of the effect of his words.

‘Looks like the week finally caught up to him’, you think. Odds are he might not remember something like that when he woke up, but you could tease him about it later on. For now, you stretch your arms over your head and attempt to make yourself as comfy as possible without disturbing him, sleep beginning to overtake you as well. You glance down once more to where he dozes peacefully for the first time in years, committing it to memory before joining him in slumber.

“Buenas noches, Flug.”

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[mondsphere]

Luo Binghe: Original Drafts Edition! Who and why?

“[…] in fact, in his original outline, Bing-gē hadn’t even had a romance plotline; he had been doomed to fade away, alone and unaging forever.” — The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, Vol. 4 (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

The drafts version of Binghe! Not Bing-gē, nor Bing-mei, but a secret, third thing! (I’m partial to Bing-xióng (兄) myself, just for thematic cohesion. Bing-mei remains as he is: Shizun’s special glass-heart maiden.)

So! Who is this elusive, mythical Binghe we never got the chance to meet? What is he? How do I get to pick this one’s brains?

Why is he haunting me! What does he want! So much to think about.

Listen: I love my trash sons, both the racoon and wet dog variations, but I am curious about this handsome demon lord who did not bed thousands, and did not steal his shizun to lovingly coax him into a loving and respectful marriage. Alas, Airplane-bro, as is custom, has left me hanging.

The solitary quote above has been floating around my brainspace for months. Intermittently, I would look up at the sky and sigh a big sad dog sigh, and think of this lonely demon-man emperor who seems to be both perfectly representative of No-Shizunitis Suffering Binghe, and on the exact opposite end of the line. I have spent many a night trying to rearrange the blocks of both SVSSS and PIDW like a sad toddler with no plan but plenty of amorphous longing.

Thus, Bing-xiong. My beloved new toy.

We know he is left alone and unaging. This means that:

He does not marry even once. (Sorry, Other Bing Variants. This one came broken.)

He is not defeated, killed, or left to suffer his not-father’s fate of sulking under a mountain.

From 1) we can assume two more things! Xin Mo either gets fixed/doesn’t influence this Binghe the same way, or: Xin Mo is completely written off à la Airplane Retconning, making Binghe potentially even more individually powerful than his younger counterparts.

(Or he just. Takes people’s cultivation ad-infinitum. Interesting thought, but too straight-forward for my tastes. Airplane’s thoughts? Unknowable.)

From 2) we can also assume Binghe cannot die, is under the influence of the Protagonist Halo unto infinity, and will only be put out of his misery once the heat death of the universe deems it a worthwhile endeavour. Either that or the story ends, but. It tickles a miserable part of my brain pink to think Binghe will not be let off even then.

Anyway. Bing-xiong, of course, has the same source material to work off of. Up until the Abyss, and including it, the plotline should be if not the same, adjacent enough to be indistinguishable.

However. This means:

Bing-xiong never got coerced into sex by Qin Wanyue, thus not starting him on the path of sex-dependency/addiction, avoiding Bing-gē’s fate by virtue of the Butterfly Effect. (Read this post because it explains Bing-ge's whole thing better than a lot of things I've seen.)

Again, Xin Mo implications.

Alternate Universe Shenanigans make an appearance. (Shen Jiu’s fever and death was actually meant to happen, Bing-ge just got very, very unlucky and his Universe’s Yue Qingyuan very, very lucky. For a few years. Either that or there is a Shen Yuan for every Binghe! Again: sorry, Bing-ge. You need to find your own. Middle child issues…)

Once the drafts/original outline got lost, all bets are off and now the characters become real people, without narrative influence. This also has the very fucked up implication that Bing-ge is actually a result of exclusively external forces and would have never gone down that path if not forced onto it by Airplane’s unwitting hands. I do and do not love this version. Very Mo Ran-esque, if looked at from afar and squinting.

Other options I’m either too not-high to think, or too high to put together. (Cold medicine is insane?)

I am fascinated by this… Schrödinger’s Binghe. A jaded, lonely emperor left in the ashes of his world, gazing upon his own history and finding fucking nothing and no one. Metaphorically and, like, practically, if I’m understanding Airplane’s musings correctly. Isolated, cursed by his own blood in a completely new and fucked up way!

I need Airplane to speak with me for like, half an hour. This is paramount to my mental health, I’m losing my braincells by the hour.

What happened to this impervious, cocky, badass demon bastard lord to become so alone? How did it happen? Why did it not happen to the other two, or at least Bing-ge, who has had every horrible and shitty thing possible and impossible piled onto his head? What the fuck is up with Xin Mo? Why isn’t it eating away at Big Bro Luo? Or, worse: why is it eating away at him in such a way that instead of turning into a violent yet charismatic, horror-creature of a man, it turns him into the existential terror-fate I’ve contemplated and abhorred since I was seven?

Tianlang-jun as the final boss. Discovering Huan Hua Palace Master’s crimes, deceit and… stuff. Perhaps even uncovering Shen Jiu’s backstory.

Ooh! Worse! Or better? What if he finds out everything, after having followed Bing-gē’s path, and simply… gives up? A grown up Bing-ge, minus the marriage and surrogate-lover part(s).

(More unlikely than other options, but still there, I guess.)

Fucking insane of MXTX to do this to me, personally and specifically.

I can only speculate forever, I guess! Left… alone and pondering forever.

So. Not a Bing-ge, and not a Bing-mei. A Bing-xiong, if you will.

[channiechxn]

Small Book Trope: Hyung Line

Non!Idol Stray Kids x Reader

Hello everyone! I don't post much but this little idea came to mind when I was on vacation! I hope everyone likes these little drabbles! Enjoy!!

Bang Chan

Chris sighed as he closed the door to your shared apartment. “I’m home.” He muttered while taking his shoes and sweatshirt off. It had been a long day of work and he was ready to settle into his well deserved vacation. The two of you decided to turn your phones on airplane mode and just spend the week lounging around and enjoying each other's company. 

Soft music played from the end of the hallway. He made his way to the bedroom, his muscles slowly releasing the tension built up knowing he was so close to being in your arms. He had to bite back a laugh when he saw you. Your jaw dropped slightly as you turned page after page, reading the climax of the book. He stood there for a minute before breaking the silence, “Whatcha reading, love?” 

You jumped up, almost losing your place. You glared at him, “Jesus, Christopher! Don’t scare me like that! Announce yourself next time.” 

“Actually, I did. You were just too immersed in your book to hear me.” He laughed as he began to strip, changing into more comfortable clothes. 

You playfully pouted before marking your place. “It’s not funny.” 

“Yes it is. Look at you, you want to laugh at yourself.” He said slowly crawling up the bed. You hummed with a small smile before putting the book to the side, opening your arms wide so he could lay down on your stomach. 

You began running your fingers through his hair. Smiling at the satisfied groan. “I missed this. I missed you.” He said after a few moments of silence, placing soft kisses on your stomach. “I waited all day to have you in my arms.” He continued as he shifted in your grasp, slowly inching up to your breast. “I waited all day to feel you.” Blush creeped up your neck as he began to kiss your collarbone. “I waited all day to kiss you.” You groaned as he claimed your lips. Chris smirked as he pulled you down to be underneath him. “Now, I get to have you all to myself for a week.”

Lee Know

You giggled as Soonie once again headbutted your book. “Excuse me, I’m reading that.” You said to the cat before going back to the page. The enemies were finally confessing their love for each other in the most angsty way and there was no way in hell you were waiting until later to read it.

Minho watched you out of the corner of his eye as he began folding down some of the empty boxes, leaving a few for the cats to play in. It took a good couple weeks after he had asked you to move in, to actually move you in. Work was keeping the both of you busy so when the day came that you both had a day off together, you jumped at the opportunity to grab the moving truck. 

As expected, you had unboxed the few boxes that contained your most precious items, your books. He never fully understood what the obsession is but he found it cute when you would try and explain the story’s plot to him. He smiled when you yelled out Soonie’s name as he moved the boxes by the door. “Min, what are you doing? I thought we agreed to leave those for tomorrow so the cats could play.”

“I left a few.” He replied before heading to the kitchen to start on dinner. He glanced to the side as he head your soft footsteps behind him.

“Mm Min,” you began as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You worked so hard to help me move in. Why don’t we order in and I can tell you all about my book.”

He leaned into your touch. “I like the sound of that. If I sit there and listen can I have some dessert?”

“Celebratory dessert? I like the sound of that.  What were you thinking?” You asked, looping your arms around his neck as he turned around to face you. 

“I was thinking you.” He laughed as you playfully punched his chest, hiding your blush.

Changbin

“Changbin…” you sighed. You looked at him with concern as he gave you his cute smile. “I don’t know about this, honey.” 

“It’ll be fine! I promise I can handle it if you think you’re gonna be too heavy.” Your frown deepened. You were scared about that, especially knowing your body leaned a little more to the bigger side. Your boyfriend wanted to work out and you wanted to read, but because of how little time you’ve been together, he came up with the idea that you sit on his back and read as he did push ups. Changbin took your face in his hands before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s just try it, please? If I start hurting I promise to tell you.”

You placed your hands over his and pouted slightly. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He placed one more kiss on your forehead.

You groaned. “Fine. Let me go grab my book.” You laughed as he let out a noise before yelling that he’ll set things up. By the time you came back in, he had a mat set up, water and some snacks for you. “Been planning this for a while?” You asked, shocked at the set up.

He nervously laughed as blush crept up his neck. “Maybe.” He said shyly. “Anyway! I’m gonna get in a push up position and when I give you the go ahead, you’re gonna sit on my back.” You gave him another nervous look. He sighed. “Baby, I promise to tell you if anything is going wrong.” You sighed before motioning him to get into position. You giggled as he did a few push ups for a warm up before getting as low as he could.

You hesitantly sat on his back cross legged. “How are you feeling?” You yelped as he began his exercise. You waited a few before beginning to pick up where you left off. 

-

You were really getting into the characters betrayal when you heard panting. You got off immediately and went to grab his water. You frowned as you took in Changbin’s state. He was on his back, catching his breath. Sweat dripping down his face. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were getting to your pushing point?”

Changbin gave you a tired smile, sitting up and taking the water you held out to him. “It was a good burn. Did you not enjoy it?”

You took a seat next to him, looking at how much reading you had done. You managed to get a good amount done. “I did. It was nice to have actually spent some time with you. I would just prefer to sit somewhere else next time though.” Changbin’s face began to burn as he smirked at you. You gave him a confused look before hiding your face in embarrassment. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” You sunk further as he laughed.

Hyunjin

Silence surrounded the two. The only noise being made was the turn of pages. To anyone else, you would look like a normal human being enjoying a good book. To Hyunjin, you looked like an angel. An angel he called his. You were his muse. He found inspiration in just about everything you did. Whether that be bringing flowers home, the desserts you would make with Felix, or just lounging about. This was one of those times. 

He sat across from you on the couch, sketch book in hand. He sat there drawing you from every angle he could capture. He would make faces if he didn’t capture something right. He wanted this, you, to look perfect. Just like he saw you. Absolutely downright beautiful.

After finishing yet another chapter, you grabbed your bookmark to finally stretch your limbs. You looked over at Hyunjin when he whined. “What’s wrong?”

“You moved.” He replied as he erased a part of the sketch that made him unhappy.

You raised an eyebrow before moving toward him, your joints cracking on the way. Before you could peek at his sketchbook, he quickly turned it away from you. This shocked you. “You’re not gonna let me see it? You always let me see your drawings.”

“Not right now. I’m not done. It has to be perfect.” You hummed. You’ve never seen him this determined on a sketch before. You muttered an ‘okay’, moving to the kitchen to grab a few glasses of water. You cursed as you tried to get a look at the book, Hyunjin skillfully evading it from your view. 

You sighed as you walked back over. You gave him a kiss on top of his head before setting the water down. He muttered a ‘thank you’ before watching you settle back into your spot, immediately grabbing your book. You watched him with slight curiosity before diving back into your book.

-

You closed your finished book, tiredness seeping it away behind your eyes. You yawned and snuggled into the couch before looking at Hyunjin. He looked between you and the sketch book before moving closer to you. “Thank you.” He muttered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“For what?” You asked, tiredness present in your voice as you held your arms out for him. He quickly accepted the invitation, shifting you around until you laid on top of him. He placed a kiss on your head before grabbing the sketchbook. Your eyes widened as you took the picture in. It was of you reading. Your hair flowing beautifully around your face, your features delicately drawn into the page. You hardly recognized yourself. If anything, Hyunjin made you more beautiful. “Hyune, this is beautiful.”

He widely smiled. “It’s my favorite piece of inspiration you gave me.”

“You’ve definitely captured me a lot prettier than I am.” You said quietly as you gently traced the outline of your face.

“No, I don’t think so.” You turned to look at him as he took the book from you. “I captured perfection, a muse. My muse. This is what I see everyday when I wake up next to you.” 

Tears began to cloud your eyes as you looked at the sketch again. “I love you, you know that?”

He kissed a tear away. “And I love you a thousand times more.”

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[rustedhearts]

listening to 'asleep' by the smiths

tw: child loss

"do you think it'll be sunny all the time?"

"hmm...the occasional rainy day might be nice."

"mm. i like rain."

on the muted floral colors of your pillowcase, steve turns his head. hair whooshing with the gentle shift, splaying out in hazelnut colors. the green of his sweatshirt has faded in the wash, blown soft by the wind on the drying line outside the window. overhead, it blares the orange and yellow light of mid-afternoon.

he's looking at you, eyes flicking over your profile. "yeah...me too"

there's an old water stain on the ceiling that steve once said is shaped like an elephant. you think it just looks more like a blob. but you have been staring at it above your bed for far too many years.

"it's nice," you whisper, trying not to give into his peering.

steve continues anyway, letting his cheek touch the flattened pillow. your bedsheets are rumpled between your bodies, cushioning yesterday's clothes. you never changed when you came home. couldn't get past the bed.

"yeah...it is," he agrees just as quietly.

his finger enters the plain of your palm, grazing the skin so delicately that it tickles. you twitch at the touch, a smile ghosting over your mouth. he wants to capture it—this moment—in a photograph and paste it on the old wallpapered wall. in this tiny trailer, where you'd spent your youth, where you shared a home. where you dreamed of worlds outside of the one the pair of you were continually stuck in.

"how would we go?"

"a plane. a plane with the fanciest seats and all the roasted peanuts you want. and they hand out free headsets and airplane pillows."

you let your eyes flutter closed, humming again. "layover?"

steve swallows, and against the stiff quiet of the room, it echoes. a dog barks somewhere, a few rows away. children scuttle and chatter. it's saturday, and there are much better things to do.

you never knew fridays could be capable of what yesterday was.

"one," steve replies, still running circles over your palm. "texas."

your lips wiggle into another half-grin. closing your eyes makes you tired, and the room feels warm. regaining circulation, losing blood—it fatigues.

"that's out of the way."

steve shrugs, though you can't see it. he can't stop looking at you. he's worried if he stops, you'll disappear. he's always worried you'll disappear.

"just a little fun. it lasts a day, and we'll go to the rodeo. get an iced tea for the flight home."

"an iced tea," you marvel breathily.

steve swallows again. it clicks and sizzles down his throat. he swallows a lot when he feels tears coming on. your nostrils flare with the onset of your own.

"yeah," he agrees, mumbling now. "with all the sugar you want."

"l-lemons?"

"lemons, too."

snapping your eyes open, you flick your head over and bump into his nose. he shuffles closer, nuzzling the tips of them together. the breath he releases seems needed. your hands claps together between your sandwiched bodies.

almost twenty-four hours since you left the clinic. hours of collecting bedsores between waddled and winced trips to the bathroom. not once in those long, taffy-pulled hours did you cry.

but here they are, those inevitable tears.

"you th-think she'll have l-lemons, too?" you whimper, lip wobbling.

steve presses his forehead against your own. when his eyes close, they squeeze free hot tears.

"y-yeah, honey. she lives in a world full of lemons."

you sniffle and sink further into his soft and colorful clothes. "good. she liked lemons."

his thumb catches a tear beading down your cheek blindly. "yeah, she did."

for three weeks after the first test, all you did was drink iced tea with lemons.

it might be silly to think that in heaven, god gives away something so small, but one could only hope.

[callsign-joyride]

Paper Airplanes | Bob Floyd

Summary: Bob surprises you at work with lunch, Hangman, and Rooster.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x wife!reader

Content warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

“Hey, Bob, you going to see the misses for lunch?” Hangman asked. They had been working on paperwork since they got back from an eight-week deployment.

“Yeah, why? Let me guess, you wanna see that second grade teacher. I guess you can come with but I don’t know if she’ll be there.”

“Wait, where are you going? Because if it’s food, I wanna go, too,” Rooster said.

“Baby on board here is gonna get food for Mrs. Bob.”

“We’re going to that sub place close to the school.”

Rooster decided that he was going to go with Bob and Hangman. You took the kids to the library and let them pick out books for silent reading before lunch. This was one of the few times during the day where you were able to answer emails and work on lesson plans. It was easy to lose track of time because of the quiet. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sawyer put his book down and stand up.

“Mrs. Floyd, your boyfriends are here! And I have to potty!” He exclaimed. As if right on cue, Bob threw a paper airplane in your direction and walked in with Hangman and Rooster behind him. The kids started freaking out, and you tried not to laugh when they got swarmed.

“Buddy, I’m married. Let’s get you to the bathroom, though.”

“Then your forever boyfriends are here!”

When you and Sawyer came back a few minutes later, the kids were still all over Bob, Hangman, and Rooster. Sawyer ran over and tugged on the leg of Hangman’s flight suit to get his attention.

“Have you ever killed anyone, Mr. Jake?” He asked. All eyes were on Hangman.

“Uh, no, buddy. I just fly planes and help people.”

“That’s what I wanna do! Let me see your plane!”

“Sawyer, you have to ask nicely.”

“Okay… Mr. Jake, can I please see your plane?”

“Sure, buddy.”

Jake unlocked his phone and pulled up a picture of his jet before kneeling down to Sawyer’s level. You took a picture of the moment and made a mental note to send it to his mom before putting your phone back in your pocket. It was time for the kids to line up for lunch but you knew that they probably weren’t going to listen to you.

“Which one of you wants to help me wrangle these kids to lunch?” You asked.

All three of them helped, and it was somewhat surprising to see the kids immediately start listening. They were quiet during the walk to the cafeteria, which was also surprising considering that you were used to some chatter between kids. 

“Will you promise to come back for career day?” Sawyer asked them.

“Maybe. Do you know when career day is, buddy?” Jake asked.

“Two weeks from tomorrow,” you said.

“We’ll have to talk to Mav, but I’m sure he’ll allow it.”

“Who’s Mav?”

“Our boss. You don’t wanna mess with him or else you’ll get grounded,” Rooster said.

“Does he take your toys away? Sometimes if I don’t clean my room, my mom will take my toys away.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bob and Mr. Jake and Mr. Chicken!” 

The kids said goodbye and walked into the cafeteria. The four of you waited a few minutes before walking back. As you were walking, a third grader came up and gave each of them a hug. The action threw Jake off and you laughed at the look on his face. You ate in your classroom with the door closed.

“Do you know if that second grade teacher is here today? The brunette with the cute glasses.”

“Rachel Johnson? She’s not here.”

“Damn. Okay.”

“Why? Do you like her?”

“Don’t tease me about it, but yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll give her your number later. I think it’s cute. She’s really sweet. Sawyer’s probably not gonna stop talking about you until after career day, by the way.”

“That’s his name? He’s a cute kid.”

“I know. Thanks for coming by. I’ll see you at home?” You asked Bob.

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You shared a quick kiss before Bob left with the guys behind him. After eating, you started to email the principal and school board to ask if the end-of-year field trip could be to NAS North Island.

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[ezwezz]

GIRLY PLEASE MAKE A YUNJIN X FEMREADER FIC w angst n cheating 🙏🙏🙏

why do you want me to hurt you bby!? gonna be sobbing while writing this

also! i'm sort of winging it with the format and scenario so hopefully it's adequate enough

'i love you'

parings: huh yunjin x fem!reader warnings: cheating, ANGST words: 1k

"i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

yunjin's words from last summer were replaying over and over inside your head. you didn't know what warranted the sentimental flashback, it was just a normal tuesday night spent laying alone, staring into the darkness looming above you. perhaps you just needed the comfort.

you hadn't seen yunjin for 1 month now. the throbbing inside your heart had dulled down and you were left with a familiar emptiness spattered with the occasional 'i miss you baby' or 'sorry for not replying, i've been so busy :('.

you knew yunjin's career came with extortionate sacrifice on both ends, but loving her was all you needed. you'd loved her for two years now, despite the constant hurt of her absence.

"i love you more than anything....no matter what." you whispered the sentence. she'd looked so beautiful while saying it- her earnest brown eyes and furrowed brows as she gently cupped your face, the warmth of her body against yours. it was a fleetingly perfect moment, nothing could compare. you wondered if yunjin thought about it as much as you these days.

---

incoming call: yunijn

"y/n?"

"hey jen, everything okay?"

"baby listen, no matter what you see or what you hear, you have to trust me, i love you. never forget that."

"i love you too...but why are you saying this? has something happened?"

there was silence on the other end of the line. you knew something was wrong and it made your heart pound at an unsteady pace.

"yunjin...what did you do?" your voice sounded small.

"i'm sorry..." there was a quiet sob on the other end of the line, and you immediately knew. in that moment, your entire world came crashing down. everything you'd sacrificed for the woman you loved submerged you, drowned you, it tore you apart.

"i'm not going to ask for your forgiveness..." yunjin's voice drifted into the background as your mind swirled into a messy flurry of emotion. you struggled to comprehend what this meant, grappling with your own feelings, trying to figure out exactly how you felt.

"i'll talk to you later jen." you whispered before ending the call and allowing the tears to cascade down your cheeks. she couldn't even be there to face you herself, you resented her for being able to throw away your relationship like it was nothing.

---

sure enough, you awoke from an almost sleepless night to see every news feed headlining a picture of yunjin kissing an unknown girl outside a club. you switched your phone off, unable to answer any messages reaching out to you with condolences.

reality was a hard truth to face, and the reality of the situation was gouging into you. you never wanted to see her again, to hear her name or her songs.

"i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

you scoffed as the words stung in your head like a venomous bite.

incoming call: yunjin

you immediately switched your phone to airplane mode.

---

the remainder of le sserafim's tour was shrouded with controversy and despite putting on a brave face, the guilt and heartbreak was eating away at yunjin.

you knew their tour was nearing its end, so of course you'd already packed up all your stuff from your shared apartment with yunjin and moved in with a nearby relative. you didn't know whether it made you a coward, avoiding yunjin like this, but you knew you wouldn't be able to face her before taking time to heal. there was the occasional mention of her that crossed your newsfeed, but you made sure to ignore each one, never taking the time to indulge in reopening fresh wounds.

you were home alone when you heard a knock at the front door. it was unusual considering deliveries were never scheduled for this time and you weren't expecting anyone, so you answered the door with caution, opening it just a crack.

"y/n?"

fuck.

you immediately closed the door, scolding your previous fears of creepy men as anything would've been better than this.

"y/n please, just hear me out." a muffled voice begged.

"whatever you're going to say is pointless. i don't want to hear it."

"i understand that but...i think we both need the clarity."

"i really don't need anything from you right now."

"please just open the door, then i promise i'll leave you alone."

"jen- yunjin...this hurts so fucking much. i've spent the past few weeks trying to erase you from my memory and now you're here, expecting me to just...let you near me again. you ruined everything." you could hear yunjin begin to cry softly, as were you.

"i know." she choked through tears. "i know nothing will change what happened and it's killing me y/n. i don't know what to do...i love you so much, you mean the world to me. i don't go a day without missing you and wanting to be near you. i know it's over between us, but please just let me say goodbye properly."

you had nothing to say to her, but you opened the door anyway. it was an impulsive decision fuelled by a fleeting sense of longing for your love, but you immediately regretted it when you laid your eyes on the fresh face that would eternally haunt you. you didn't have time to process the overwhelming surge of emotion before tender arms enveloped your body and held you in an excruciating embrace.

"let me go." you sobbed, not wanting this bittersweet familiarity. but she only held you tighter, her body trembling.

"i love you."

"don't you dare say that, not after..."

"i love you so much. i'll never stop loving you y/n."

"shut up jen, please just leave me alone." you finally succeeded in pushing the woman away, it was like tearing off a bandaid.

her face was streaked with tears and it looked as if she had lost weight. you can't have looked much better.

"i don't want you to forgive me, because you deserve better, you deserve so much more than me. but never forget that i'll always love you, even if our worlds never collide again. i'll always be waiting for you."

and as she began to retreat with her eyes locked onto yours, she uttered one last sentence: "i love you more than anything, y/n, no matter what."

then yunjin turned away from you, not once looking back.

no other sentence could ever torment you as much as that one. but little did you know, it would replay over and over in yunjin's head as she lay alone, staring into the darkness looming above.

[shorimochi]

I'm Saving The World (By Marrying the Villain)

(CW: mpreg)

Shen Yuan didn't mean for this to happen. In fact when he first befriended the villain, he never even thought they would become this close. All he wanted was to influence the villain to be better, fix the plot, and save the world (himself, including).

After finally accepting that he had been transmigrated into an NPC in PIDW, he decided to visit the brothel where the infamous Shen Qingqiu was said to frequent. Playing a spoiled rich young master who was there for some entertainment, he was hoping to form some companionship with Shen Qingqiu. Birds of the same feathers flock together, right?

He got kicked out by a furious Shen Qingqiu and the brothel madam that very same night, after his first attempt to get close. If only he could leave a review of the establishment. Zero star.

At some point Shen Qingqiu must have caught on to his not-impure intention. After a fun drunken night and a game of weiqi, the peak lord suddenly began developing an interest in him.

Okay, Shen Yuan may have accidentally charmed him with his stories, but to be honest he never expected the plan to work. He should've known even in a xianxia world, of course everyone loved P*kemon! Shen Qingqiu happened to have profound interests in mythical creatures, just like him. It felt almost like he found a fellow nerd who was willing to listen to his long rants.

Somewhere along the line, a friendship was formed over many heated games of weiqi; Shen Yuan’s never-ending plagiarized tales; and Shen Qingqiu’s guilty pleasure of listening to Shen Yuan’s rendition of modern pop songs on the guqin. They both discovered that they enjoyed each other's company and now…

Shen Yuan blamed Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky. In one of his outings with his good bro - his good buddy Shen Qingqiu, they accidentally stumbled upon a field of venomous man-eating vines. Shen Qingqiu saved him from getting eaten alive by the monster plants, but during the fight he was doused in aphrodisiac pollen.

What was Shen Yuan supposed to do, not return the favor? When Shen Qingqiu had looked at him with those pitiful, pained eyes? Of course he had to help out a bro, okay?

He just happened to be a virgin in his past life, and Shen Qingqiu was just that beautiful - that Shen Yuan got a little too excited and came hard inside him. Multiple times.

He also forgot that this was a fantasy world where anything can happen with enough sex pollen. 

"I'm pregnant."

Shen Yuan pondered. Maybe if Shen Qingqiu became his partner, he wouldn't have time doing anything else, like joining a conference and pushing a half demon into the abyss. They could live together, talk about mythical creatures all day, and go on night hunts anytime they wanted. Oh wait, they were having a baby, so maybe when their child grows older? But what if they have a second or third?

No, no, what was he thinking, he wasn't ready to be a husband, let alone a father-

"Shen-lang," Shen Qingqiu suddenly called.

"Marry me," Shen Yuan blurted out.

As usual, Shen Qingqiu never failed to make him lose his mind.

[fryingpan1234567]

It started as a joke. It is no longer a joke.

Listen I’ve shipped Malconnor for a while now right and we know this

And then the other day I mentioned I suddenly thought Jake Mason and Malcolm Pace would be cute just because they’re both canon queer ig but I can see it

Anyways the struggle. This is not okay

Because I have to pick one right?? Like I feel like I’m a multi shipper for the most part but for some reason I can’T DO BOTH BUT I CAN’T PICK JUST ONE EITHER

I’m just gonna leave these headcanons here and continue to sob over my predicament.

We’re doing the engineering bfs this time (yeah I made the ship that’s the ship name now fight me) ((unless you got a better one then you can @ me lol))

So Jake and Malcolm right

They weren’t that close before— they knew each other existed, obviously, but they weren’t besties or anything— and then Jake, to put it lightly, was fried

At the time, because there weren’t many people at camp, Malcolm went to hang out with him in the infirmary and keep him company

✨They got closer✨

To pass the time, they worked on different plans to try and catch Festus— what better duo to plan a trap for a massive lethal dragon than a Hephaestus kid and an Athena kid?

At some point Will walks in to see the two of them laying shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, Malcolm holding up a blueprint for something that looked like a trapfall net for them both to see, heads inches apart as they chatted quietly about the logistics

By the end of that summer, when the Seven (mostly) successfully return, Jake is up and moving again

He’s devastated to take back the title of counselor after Leo lost it, but Malcolm is there to help him out

Neither of them knows when it happens. At some point, the line between friends and something more blurs completely and they cross over it.

It is not uncommon to see them in the forge together, Mal sitting on a work table and reading or something while Jake works on a project

When I tell you these nerds are SO GOOD at paper airplanes

They’ll write little messages and messy hearts on a scrap piece of paper, fold it up, and throw it at each other when they’re not looking

The first time, it’s at dinner

Camp Jupiter was still there, so things were packed

Jake was eating with the other Hephaestus and Vulcan kids, laughing and chatting like any other meal

Something softly hit his cheek, narrowly missing his eyeball

He barely caught it before it landed on his plate

There’s a little heart doodled in the corner of one of the wings in red pen. It’s beautifully folded, crisp and precise edges. He looked to the direction it came from— Malcolm was sitting at the next table over, watching Jake for his reaction with his chin in his hand

Jake smiled faintly, turning to carefully unfold it. There’s one short sentence written there, in red, in very familiar and neat handwriting.

There’s food on your shirt.

Jake laughed out loud, not even bothering to check. He didn’t care if that was true or not, it was cute that Malcolm had to go out of the way to write that, wait for it to dry, fold it up, and then throw it carefully enough that it wouldn’t hit any of Jake’s siblings

When he looked back over, Malcolm was laughing too.

The next time it happened, Malcolm’s reading on his bunk, leaning backwards against an open windowsill

A paper airplane poked him in the back of the head

He twisted around to see what it was, obviously, and he saw the little plane lying in the grass a few feet below

He nearly climbed out the window to reach it, but he was able to grab it and pulled it back into his bunk

It was made of graph paper. Folded lines had been drawn on beforehand, which was impressively planned. Malcolm recognized the neon orange of the scribbly heart in the corner of the wing from the highlighter Jake had eagerly picked out from the city last time they’d gone

The plane’s lines were neatly creased, but Malcolm was able to unfold it easily. The message was a little bit longer than the one Malcolm had written to Jake a few days ago

Your concentration face is cute. Must be a fascinating book. And then, in the bottom corner, —J

The handwriting was a bit messy and unmistakably Jake’s, Malcom would know it anywhere. He twisted around to check the common area again, but his boyfriend was nowhere in sight

He clambered across the bed to his desk, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and his favorite red pen. He clicked it open and began to write:

Oh, are we using initials to sign these now? Let’s go then, J. Let’s live our own book plot.

PS— this book is not in fact fascinating, it’s trig. Summer courses never cease to be an absolute drag.

—M.

He nailed Jake in the chest with it a few hours later at dinner

They never stopped doing it

Whenever someone asks what their love language is, they look at each other and half smile and say “Origami.”

Some days, Jake’s scars make his body temperature weird, and it’s too hot to cuddle. He’ll apologize endlessly, but Malcolm will laugh and peck him on the forehead and move over until just their fingertips are brushing

They’re equally smart and equally ADHD, so they can keep up with any kind of conversation, whether it be about an engineering class or debating the emotions of inanimate objects

They’re both insomniacs as well. They will go to the city for ice cream at four in the fucking morning

Now listen… just because Jake is smart doesn’t mean he’s not a dumbass

This is the man who thought marching into a dark forest by himself to face a massive insane mechanic fire-breathing magic dragon would be a good idea (and then got his ass kicked)

High int low wis

Malcolm is high int high wis but only sometimes, because sometimes he’s neither

There are several videos on Jake’s phone of Malcolm walking while reading and running into things

It’s weird and oddly specific but they make really good pizza

Like together

Malcolm is naturally good with cooking because of his mom’s influence on oil, which is like 90% of food in America

And the Hephaestus kids built a brick pizza oven in the back corner of the forge however many years ago and they’re really the only ones who know about it, so the two of them will sometimes skip dinner to make food and eat alone in the forge together

Jake gets heat exhaustion really easily, so Malcolm always has a water bottle with electrolytes and extra vitamins on him

Anyways that’s all I got for now GET ON THE WAGON PEOPLE ENGINEERING BFS ARE HERE

[oldsoul--newmachine]

Sleepless Nights Get More Done: A Fallen Hero Playlist

I lived and breathed this playlist for a long time. These are only the songs I conglomerated together while working on the Retribution guide to get me by in the dead of night. In the order that I had added them, over a period of 9 months. You can see the cutoff point, when I was made to think of The Void (just listen, you may understand). It's an interesting reflection for me on where my thoughts were at; I certainly found something special to express about self confidence, and the Outside scar. During this time is also when I finally named my MC Wicke. Shamelessly after John Wick. And also Citizen ("There isn't any miracle... I'm leaving. These are my last lines. Farewell to you, my unknown, to whom, when I came down with 'soul', I revealed all of myself, right down to the last pulverized screw, the last busted spring... I'm leaving.")

I've listed all below. Most having meaningful connection for me, some are just series vibes. I actually removed a few I later decided had no real significance. Snatched a few from other playlists.

Boats on Fire - Seeming

2. If You're Shooting With The Left It Means The Right Side Is Working - Ashbury Heights

3. Sick - ThouShaltNot

4. Blue Lips - Regina Spektor

5. Machine - Regina Spektor

6. Tear Me To Pieces- Meg Myers

7. Celebrity Skin - Hole

8. Sarcasm - Get Scared

9. I Really Want You To Hate Me - Meg Myers

10. Blue - The Birthday Massacre

11. The Green Room Pale - Pale Shapera

12. Bodysnatchers - Radiohead

13. The Fighter - In This Moment

14. Blue - A Perfect Circle

15. The Outsider - A Perfect Circle

16. Annihilation - A Perfect Circle

17. The Invisible Plan - Kidneythieves

18. People Are Strange - The Doors

19. Sections - God Module

20. Floating Angels - Kidneythieves

21. Monster - Imagine Dragons

22. Angry Too - Lola Blanc

23. Killing In The Name - Rage Against The Machine

24. Left For Dead - Ksenia Lewis

25. I'm Back - Royal Deluxe

26. Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

27. Outside - Staind

28. Blast Doors - Everything Everything

29. Appetite For Destruction - Vo Williams

30. Top Of The World - Dorothy

31. Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe - Digital Daggers

32. Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek - Blue October

33. Dude, Where's My Skin? - Schoolyard Heroes

34. Synthesize Me - Diorama

35. Control - Halsey

36. The Noise Inside My Head - Assemblage 23

37. Cut The Cord - Shinedown

38. I'm Alive - Shinedown

39. Blood Code - Le Castle Vania

40. Sharks - Imagine Dragons

41. Cult Leader - King Mala

42. You Don't Own Me - Nikki Williams

43. The Death Of Me - Meg Myers

44. The Noose - A Perfect Circle

45. White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

46. Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

47. Right Where It Belongs - Nine Inch Nails

48. Liar - The Arcadian Wild

49. Coma White - Marilyn Manson

50. I Love You Citizen-Extended Version - Seeming

51. Green Valley - Puscifer

[cosmicleeds]

harry’s house lyrics that stood out to me: a masterpost

here’s a collection of lyrics from harry’s house that stick out to me or that I deem significant and a bit of my reasoning. bear in mind this all just my opinion and to put them all in one place. i’ve found that looking at individual lyrics rather than a “larry song” as a whole is much more beneficial and this album does exactly that

music for a sushi restaurant:

“green eyes, fried rice I could cook an egg on you. late night, game time coffee on the stove. you’re sweet ice cream, but you could use a flake or two. blue bubblegum twisted ‘round your tongue”

→ interesting to me because the collection of lyrics as a whole match the homey, domestic feel of this album but harry “just so happened” to use the colors blue and green within one chunk near each other. nothing humongous but just interesting that those are always his go-to colors for everything.

“it’s cause I love you babe, in every kind of way, just a little taste, you know I love you babe”

→ obviously stands out because the lyrics match the kill my mind lyrics “just a little taste, babe.” word for word

late night talking

“It’s only been a couple of days and I miss you.”

“If you’re feeling down I just wanna make you happier baby. wish I was around I just wanna make you happier baby”

“we been doing all this late night talking about anything we want until the morning. now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind.”

“I’ve never been a fan of change, but I’d follow you to any place. If it’s hollywood or bishop gate, I’m coming too.”

→ this song as a whole stands out to me because of the sense of being apart and missing each other, as well as the themes of being someone else’s comfort/uplifting them which was very present in h&l’s songwriting throughout 1D and now. the concept of sharing a bed as well, i.e. “we’ve been doing all this late night talking.”

grapejuice

“yesterday it finally came, a sunny afternoon, I was on my way to buy some flowers for you. thought that we could hide away in the corner of the heath, there’s never been someone who’s so perfect for me.”

→ the concept of hiding away in a romantic context really stuck out to me given h&l’s rough situation. and the last line draws parallels to their many lyrics regarding a long term relationship and is simply just cute so i had to note it :’)

“sitting in the garden, i’m a couple glasses in. I was tryna count up all the places we’ve been. you’re always there, so don’t overthink”

→ pretty self explanatory. lots of world traveling, i.e. counting all the places they’ve been

daylight

“I’m on the roof, you’re in your airplane seat. I was nose-bleedin, looking for life out there. reading your horoscope, you were just doing cocaine in my kitchen, you never listen, I hope you’re missing me by now.”

→ stuck out to me because it seems to detail one of them traveling while the other is home, and the missing me lyric seems interesting in the same context (i.e. you’re traveling right now, I hope you miss me) but it could be unrelated

“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you. you’d be the spoon, dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you.”

→ if i could fly parallels!! also just simply mushy and cute

“we’re on bicycles, saying there’s life out there. you’ve got the antidote, I’ll take one to go, go please”

→ referencing love as a painkiller is a huge trend in h&l’s songwriting about each other; it was featured in my larry lyric parallels youtube video so i was pleasantly surprised to see him use this lyric again.

little freak

“stay green a little while, you bring blue lights to dreams.”

→ self explanatory. they pain me sometimes. i genuinely can’t believe he did this, it’s like my 2022 princess park haha

cinema

“it’s you, and i’m not getting over it. darling is it cool if i’m stubborn when it comes to this?”

→ long term relationship parallels!

keep driving

okay, this whole song is a standout on this album because of this (which is awfully awfully wholesome) and also this post that i have a screenshot of, but couldn’t find the original poster. if you know please let me know:

satellite

“we share the last line, then we drink the wall ‘till we wanna talk.”

→ jumped out to me a bit just because of h&ls constant communication parallels. another one from my youtube video on their songwriting

love of my life

“we don’t really like what’s on the news, but it’s on all the time.”

→ another pretty self explanatory one. in relation negative media stories, stunts, etc.

“i take you with me every time i go away, in a hotel using someone else’s name.”

→ this was another lyric i couldn’t believe was on the album. the first line either referencing traveling with louis’ clothing, the blue bandana, or something like that OR the first line going directly with the second referencing louis secretly traveling with him. either way it’s loud

“it’s unfortunate, just coordinates.”

→ harry released coordinates a while ago for harry’s house pop up shops that were oh so conveniently related to louis. then in a song called love of my life, he references coordinates? just really jumped out to me

and those are pretty much my thoughts! overall this feels exactly like the cheesy, domestic, falling-in-love-all-over-again quarantine album everyone imagined him writing back before it all began. i’m pleased!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I’ve had Cabin Pressure saved on my phone for fucking ages by now. I downloaded it back in early July, I think. I had the idea that I had gone through most of my list of things to watch/listen to, and I wanted some new long-running audio thing. I asked people what they thought I should pick, and had multiple recommendations for this show Cabin Pressure, which is not long-running, people just said it’s good and only 13 hours so I should do that first. I didn’t know much about it, I knew that John Finnemore is one of those guys who was Footlights and Radio 4 so probably does the kind of vaguely pretentious humour that I like, so I downloaded it and figured that once I finish everything else on the list, I’ll quickly do the 13 hours of Cabin Pressure before starting some new long-running thing.

…That was months ago. It’s now mid-November, because I kept getting recommended other things. I did a Lee & Herring rabbit hole, followed by going through a whole bunch of Stewart Lee things that I didn’t get to last year when I just did his TV shows + DVDs. A similar thing with Josie Long, when I got my ahdns on a bunch of her stuff that went beyond her recorded shows that I heard/watched last year. There was a bunch of Robin Ince stuff and Michael Legge stuff. There were lots of recordings from the 2023 Edinburgh Festival throughout August. Then there was Alan Partridge, I listened to From the Oasthouse and liked it so much that I had to listen to all three of his audiobooks before I could move on from that. Turns out I missed out on a lot by only doing the TV/radio things + movie on the first go of that stuff years ago, the books and podcasts are better.

There have been other things too. I kept finding more stuff, to add to my “Comedy --> New” working folder on my phone, with the folder labeled “Cabin Pressure” always there at the top, never touched. But this week, I finally finished everything else in that folder, and all the episodes on my podcast app and in my Downloads folder on my laptop, and opened up this new thing.

I realized I’d been expected it to be a show about people trapped in an airplane after a crash or something – some sort of horror scenario like that. So I was surprised to learn it’s just a sitcom about airline pilots flying planes, and I had to retrace my steps to work out where I got my expectation. I think it came from the fact that the only thing I’ve seen John Finnemore do was be the guy who flew the escape pod in Avenue 5, so I guess I just assumed anything he does with flying is a dystopia.

I’m now two episodes in, and it’s not a dystopian nightmare. It’s Butternut Cabbagepatch and Peter Manion from The Thick of It being sarcastic at each other, and it’s great. It makes me almost nostalgic, the way it so perfectly captures the essence of the Radio 4 sitcom, of the sort that my dad used to often play in the car when I was a kid. Biting, sarcastic characters all talking with perfect diction and dry wit being sardonically annoyed about things. A bit like The Department too (which is another example of how I think this the exact type of slightly pretentious humour that you get when you combine Footlights with Radio 4). I love that shit.

Unfortunately, however, I’ve been sidetracked again. I’ve heard a few things of Nish Kumar’s recent stand-up, some of which can be seen in a post that’s been going around Tumblr, where he thanks Russell Brand for never making anything of value that is now ruined by the recent news. I think the version that got filmed actually didn’t mention Arthur, but in some other versions, he has said he specifically appreciates that the Arthur remake was shit so it’s not like anyone’s out there saying “Oh no, I can’t watch the Arthur remake anymore.” I hope the fact that he didn’t mention it on NextUp doesn’t mean he’s cut that line entirely, because I think it’s a good example.

I haven’t seen the Arthur remake. But I have seen Arthur, several times, when I was quite young. To be honest I don’t remember a lot about it, except that it had a main character who was kind of a dick, with a dry-witted sarcastic butler who at one point said “I’ll alert the media” when Arthur said he was going to take a bath. I remember that part because it became a running joke in my family for years and years. It still is, actually. Ever since I was a kid, my family will say “I’ll alert the media” to each other as a way to sarcastically suggest that whatever they’re doing isn’t that important.

When I was a teenager, I used to write a parody newspaper that would publish an edition during every family reunion, because that’s the type of annoying teenager I was (I say, as though I don’t now have a blog for writing similarly annoying things). I remember that one time, at such a gathering, my father told me he was going to take a bath. “I’ll alert the media!” I said, very pleased to have had an excuse to use that reference in its original context. As soon as I said it, I realized I was the media, and considered myself alerted. So I wrote an article in the family newspaper called “Your Very Local News – What Is Going on in Your Bathroom Right Now” about how my father was taking a bath, and the whole thing was a joke about how the media has to be alerted when people take baths, and it was a reference to a movie that no one in the family besides my parents/brother and I had seen. I was about to write that that’s the sort of annoying teenager I used to be, but actually, I stand by that, I think it was hilarious.

Anyway. I haven’t actually seen that movie since I was young. I remember so little about it. I know it stars Dudley Moore. I remember my dad first got me interested in it by telling me it stars one of the Beyond the Fringe guys, since I loved the Beyond the Fringe CD that he used to play in the car a lot (when he wasn’t playing mildly pretentious Radio 4 sitcoms, or his Goon Show tapes – you can see how my childhood influenced my current interests). I remember finding it very funny.

So, when I heard Nish Kumar fairly recently mention the Arthur remake (for anyone who doesn’t know, the original movie is from 1981, while in 2011 Russell Brand starred in a remake, I have never seen that remake and have no desire to do so), it made me think I should re-watch that original movie. Then I listened to two episodes of Cabin Pressure, where one of the main characters is named Arthur, and every time they say his name it makes me think I should watch Arthur.

So the upshot is that I have downloaded the (original) Arthur movie and I’m going to watch that. But I will get back to Cabin Pressure soon! That show is definitely going in the folder of Britcom that I’ll give my dad for Christmas this year, as I’ve spent the last few years repaying him for raising me on this stuff by giving him back a stream of more comedy than he could ever watch or hear (don’t worry, I’ll get him a proper gift too). I am, to be honest, surprising myself a bit by how much I’m enjoying it.

In the meantime, though, I’ll let you all know if the Arthur movie is any good now that I’m over the age of about ten. Some things I enjoyed when I was ten have really held up, and some very much have not.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #11: Terry Loses it Again!

The episode starts with Terry looking at Jesse’s old teddy bear back at Shlorp as he squeaks it.

Terry: *chuckles* She used to love playing with this.

Terry then sighs as he looks at the town and then puts his hoodie so he can go grocery shopping/

Terry: Later, babe. *kisses Korvo on the cheek*

Korvo: Later Terry-bear. *blows Terry a kiss*

Terry laughs. Terry heads out the door and turns into his human form. Later, at Earth-4 Mart, Human Terry was about waiting in the line after groceries until a mean costumer came by.

Customer: Hey, freak. Get lost.

Human Terry: Huh?

Customer: Oh. Well well well. If it isn’t the human who lives with those loser Shlorpians?

Human Terry groans

Human Terry: Hey. Those are my friends. What is your fucked up dealio here?!

The customer grabs Terry by the hoodie

Customer: Get this straight. You and your friends don't belong here.

Human Terry: Yes. We do. Now back up bub!

Customer punches Human Terry in the face causing Terry to fall to the ground. Human Terry gasp as the flashbacks of the Shlorpians taunting him and saying an insult about baby Jesse that made her starts crying causes Human Terry to snap.

Human Terry: You...you...

Customer: What?!

Human Terry: YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

The other customers look at Human Terry in shock. Human Terry finally snaps and attacks the customer as the customer screams in horror.

Clerk: SECURITY!

Security grabs Human Terry and pulls him away from the customer, who starts crying.

Customer: WHAT ARE YOU?! FUCKING CRAZY?!

The customer continues crazy as the paramedics came and take him away.

At the Solars' house, Korvo is making food for Lili

Lili: *clapping because she loves the food Korvo makes for her*

Korvo: *chuckles* You hungry, Lili?

Lili: *babbling because she saw what Korvo is making and loves it*

Korvo: I'll take that as a yes.

Korvo puts the baby food in the bowl as Lili claps in joy and Korvo prepares to feed her.

Korvo: Okay Lili. Here comes the airplane. *makes playful airplane noises*

Lili giggles and eats the food

Korvo: That a good girl.

Terry is then heard screaming in rage offscreen

Korvo: Huh? What the?!

Terry is then seen slamming the front door.

Korvo: Terry? What's-

Terry: DON’T TALK TO ME! *Korvo yelps and backs away to give his husband some space*

Shlorpian Cooke: *coming in with the others* Uh, I think Terry has lost his shit again.

Korvo sighs

Korvo: Don’t worry. I’ll go talk to him. *heads upstairs*

Later, in Korvo and Terry’s bedroom, Terry starts throwing stuff in anger as he smashes a mirror and looks at his reflection.

Terry: Why?! Why does it have to be like this?!

Terry growls while pacing back n forth as he deals with his human friends becoming Shlorpians.

Terry: How did I not know this would happen?! Why didn’t I listen to Korvo?!

Terry growls as he sits down on his band and looks at his family photo. Terry touches the family photo as a tear runs down his eye Then, he screams in fury and throws it to the ground. Korvo comes in while holding Lili and gasps.

Korvo: T-Terry?

Terry: GO AWAY!

Korvo screams as he backs away a bit while Lili whimpers.

Korvo: Darling, what has gotten into you?

Terry: Everything! Everything that has happened for the past week! Why won’t anyone just leave me alone?!

Terry suddenly starts getting a headache.

Korvo: Terry, why are you acting like this?

Terry: Maybe it’s because our friends are Shlorpians! DID YOU FORGET THAT?!

Korvo: What? No of course not! I-

Terry suddenly screams in pain

Korvo: gasp Terry?!

Terry kneels down in pain as his skin turns black.

Terry: GET AWAY FROM ME!

Korvo gasps as Terry starts to grow bigger. Then, Terry becomes muscular as his clothes rip apart into pieces. Terry suddenly starts moaning in pleasure.

Terry: OOOOH, YESSSS! THIS! FEELS! GOOOOOOOD!

Korvo: screams in horror Terry! What is happening to you?!

Terry gets monstrous fangs and his eyes turn orange as he roars.

Korvo: Terry? Are you okay?

Lili: *whimpering in fear*

Mundane Terry roars as he punches a wall and made a hole as the replicants scream.

Mundane Terry: Oh, I’m better than okay! I feel powerful, horny even!

Korvo yelps as he backs away while holding Lili close. He then realizes Terry is not here right now.

Korvo: What happened to you?

Mundane Terry chuckles seductively.

Shlorpian Sonya: to Mundane Terry D-daddy?

Jesse: Oh no! Not again!

Yumyulack: Oh fuck! Here we go again!

Mundane Terry: What’s the matter, Korv? You jealous?

Pupa: to Mundane Terry Papa?

Lili: *wailing*

Korvo: What?! No! No! This isn’t you Terry! I know you’re in there! Snap out of it!

Mundane Terry laughs.

Mundane Terry: Oh yes this is! This is who I am now! Jesse gasp as she breaks down crying And this pathetic lazy piece of shit of a weakling I once was is gone.

Jesse: sobbing I want my daddy back!

Mundane Terry: Now if you guys will excuse me, I have a few things to take care of.

The Shlorpian gang came and gasp. Mundane Terry jumps through the ceiling.

Lili: *crying*

Shlorpian Randall: Oh fuck! Not again!

Shlorpian Nova: Terry! No!

Shlorpian Cheery: Oh God! Not again!

Janiz: We gotta stop him before he hurts himself!

Korvo then gasped and sees Jesse crying because she wants her daddy back as he runs up and comforts Jesse.

Jesse: crying hysterically Daddy…. No….

Lili: *whimpers*

Korvo: Jesse, I am so sorry.

Jesse: crying I want my daddy back…. cries into Korvo’s chest as he soothes her

Korvo: It’s okay. We’ll get your father back. eyes glow aquamarine I promise.

The scene then cuts to Mundane Terry landing on the city as he laughs

Mundane Terry: Whoo-hoo!

Mundane Terry flexes his arms as he grins savagely and then looks at the town.

Mundane Terry: Time for them all to pay.

Mundane Terry stretches his back and heads to town. He leaps onto a building and grins savagely.

Mundane Terry: Oh Earth-4… GET A LOAD OF THIS!

Mundane Terry uses his lava powers on the building which causes a devastating explosion that has everyone running for their lives. Mundane Terry then uses his strength to destroy a car.

Mundane Terry chuckles seductively

Mundane Terry: Oh yes! That’s much better!

Mundane Terry roars and laughs savagely. Later, the gang looks down the disaster as they gasp. Super Shlorpian Korvo comes up to them in courage.

Human Jesse: Uh, what's the plan here?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Save Terry by reminding him he is loved. Come on guys! Let’s do this!

All: RIGHT!

Super Shlorpian Korvo flies while carrying Human Jesse. Then, the gang sees Mundane Terry wrecking havoc.

Human Yumyulack: *carrying Human Lili* Oh, that’s not good.

Shlorpian Cooke: Terry!

Shlorpian Frankie: Stop it Terry!

Shlorpian Sherbet: This isn’t you!

Mundane Terry: YES! IT! IS!

Mundane Terry uses his lava powers to destroy a building.

Human Pupa: Terry! No!

Human Jesse starts crying.

Human Jesse: Daddy! Stop! Please!

Mundane Terry: Daddy’s not home right now, you pink loving bitch!

Super Shlorpian Korvo places Human Jesse down and flies up to Mundane Terry.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Terry! Stop!

Mundane Terry: Why would I wanna do that?! I’m done being told what to do by some dumb blue Shlorpian who can transform into a monster!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Please! Snap out of it! What happened to the husband I know and love?!

Mundane Terry: He was a weakling. Someone who was scared to unleash his anger. I’m over the old me and I’m over you!

Super Shlorpian Korvo gasp as tears appears in his eyes. He then realize it wasn’t Terry talking, but a huge monster talking to him.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You’re a monster!

Mundane Terry: laughs Try looking in a mirror!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No! The reason why I am saying this because this isn’t my Terry, but a monster who is turning him into something he is not!

Mundane Terry growls and pummels Super Shlorpian Korvo.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Terry! Terry stop!

Mundane Terry growls.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: STOP THIS PLEASE! I’M SCARED!

Mundane Terry gasps when he hears Super Shlorpian Korvo say he’s scared.

Mundane Terry: Wh-what?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I want to live. Please Terry…

Super Shlorpian Korvo starts crying as Mundane Terry releases his hold to look at his hands.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Please Terry! Come back to me! cries I want my husband back…

Mundane Terry snaps out of it, his old personality restored. Mundane Terry holds his husband close and comforts him

Mundane Terry: Oh Korvy… shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

Super Shlorpian Korvo gasps.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: T-Terry!

Super Shlorpian Korvo hugs Mundane Terry as Mundane Terry laughs. But then Mundane Terry gasp as looks around at the destruction.

Mundane Terry: Oh dear God! What have I done?!

Mundane Terry then looks at his hands and starts weeping as the gang comes up to him.

Shlorpian Randall: It’s okay, Terry.

Shlorpian Sonya: Oh Terry…

Mundane Terry breaks down in tears.

Mundane Terry: I…I didn’t…mean to! I…I’m so sorry…

Mundane Terry continues crying as he kneels to the ground. Then, Super Shlorpian Korvo gives his husband a cool down hug as he soothes and consoles him.

Mundane Terry: K-Korvy…I am so-

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Shh… it’s okay Terry-bear… it’s okay… you’re safe… shh… I’m here my love…

Mundane Terry then notices how wider Korvo’s hips are in his Super Shlorpian form.

Mundane Terry: sniffles Wow… your hips are much wider Korvy…

Super Shlorpian Korvo blushes and giggles.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Thanks honey… but why didn’t you tell me you were a Mundane? Were you scared of losing us?

Mundane Terry: Yes. I didn’t want to think I was a…monster…

The gang gasp as Mundane Terry weeps softly.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You’re not a monster.

Mundane Terry: Then what am I?

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles and put his left hand on Mundane Terry’s left cheek.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You are a husband, a father, a good friend and an amazing Pupa specialist. Despite this other side of you, you’re still the Terry we know and love on the inside.

Mundane Terry: Oh Korvy…

The two monster alien husbands then kiss while moaning as tears appears through their eyes.

Mundane Terry: Wow…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: smiling through tears Yes wow…

Shlorpian Randal starts crying hysterically.

Shlorpian Frankie: laughs Randall, get it together.

Shlorpian Randall: I can’t help it! It’s too beautiful

Then, Super Shlorpian Korvo and Mundane Terry touch as each other’s foreheads lovingly as they turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves, but they’re still naked.

Terry: That’s better…

Korvo: gasping in tears of joy as he touches Terry’s face Terry! It’s you! cries in joy

Terry: laughs I know. I’m so happy.

The husbands embrace as the kids gasp in joy.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Shlorpian Sonya and Human Pupa: Terry!

Human Lili: *babbles in joy*

The kids dogpile on Terry and Korvo.

Terry: laughs with Korvo Hey kids! Did you miss me?!

Human Jesse: Yes! I missed you so much, dad!

Terry gasp on what Human Jesse just said.

Terry: Did you just call me dad?

Human Jesse: giggles Of course I did.

Terry cries in tears of joy as he hugs Human Jesse.

Terry: Oh Jesse-Bear!

Human Jesse smiles as he hugs her dad. Then, Human Yumyulack, Shlorpian Sonya and Human Pupa joins in on hugging their dads. Human Lili babbles as she reaches out to Terry.

Human Lili: *babbles as she teaches Terry’s face*

Terry: Aw I miss you too Lili.

Korvo: I’m so happy you’re okay, Terry.

Terry: Me too. I’m sorry I turned myself into a fucking jerkass monster.

Korvo: It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back.

Shlorpian Kevin: Us too man.

Shlorpian Cheery: Welcome back Terry.

Shlorpian Mia: We love you Terry.

Shlorpian Cherie: We still do. No matter what. Just don’t hide yourself like that again. Okay?

Terry: Okay.

The family then gets in a group hug as Terry tearfully smiles.

Korvo: Come on Terry… let’s go home.

Terry: *sniffles* Okay.

Later, Korvo and Terry are outside stargazing

Korvo: Terry?

Terry: *sniffles* Yes Korv?

Korvo: *takes Terry's hand as his eyes glow aquamarine* Fly with me, my love...

Terry: Wh-what?

Korvo: It's okay...I'm here. You can transform knowing you're safe with me.

Terry: *looks down at his hands* But what if I lose myself again?

Korvo: You won't. Please dear.

Terry takes a deep breath as his eyes glow orange.

Terry: Okay. Let’s do this.

The two husbands growl as their skin turns black, they grow bigger and muscular as they stretch their clothes and shoes apart into pieces, Korvo gains horns and wings, their voices deepens and then after finishing transforming, the two monster alien husbands roar.

Mundane Terry: S-so… how do I look Korvy?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: You never looked more sexy.

Mundane Terry smiles tearfully. Super Shlorpian Korvo holds Mundane Terry close and starts flying. Mundane Terry tearfully smiles as the two husbands embrace in a kiss as they moan lovingly. Mundane Terry looks at the view as he grows amazed.

Mundane Terry: The view is...so...beautiful.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Of course it is. Shall we land?

Mundane Terry: Okay...

Mundane Terry smiles as he and Super Shlorpian Korvo landed on top of a building where Mundane Terry smiles and looks at the stars.

Mundane Terry: The stars sure are beautiful tonight.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I know.

Mundane Terry: *takes a deep breath* Y’know… maybe this new life is half bad. I’m sure whatever holds, we got this. Together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I know.

Mundane Terry: You know...you're right.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I was?

Mundane Terry nods tearfully

Mundane Terry: *takes a deep breath* Y’know… maybe this new life is half bad. I’m sure whatever holds, we got this. Together.

Super Shlorpian Korvo smiles as tackles Mundane Terry with a kiss. The two monster alien husbands moan lovingly as they sink into the kiss. Then, Super Shlorpian Korvo picks up Mundane Terry as they fly home. The next morning, Korvo and Terry, who are back to normal are in bed naked. Terry smiles as he kisses Korvo on the lips.

Terry: Hey, baby.

Korvo: Hey Terry. *picks up Lili as she bubbles* Ready to start the day?

Terry: Hell yeah.

Jesse comes in singing like Donkey does in Shrek the Third

Jesse: Good morning! Good morning! The sun is bright and shining! Good morning! Good morning! *to Korvo* To you! *to Terry* and you! *to her siblings* And you!

Terry laughs

Terry: They grow up so fast…

AISHA: Not fast enough.

Korvo and Terry laugh as they head downstairs with the children.

THE END

[usafphantom2]

‘Usually, the SR-71 Blackbird pilots weren’t a chatty bunch, but I could hear the anxiety in the voice of this one,’ Jody Liliedah, Airman.

In 1972, the Vietnam War was still going on. Kadena Air Base, Japan, was considered the gateway to the southeast.

On Jul. 20, 1972 SR-71 Blackbird #978 (known as the “Rapid Rabbit” because of the Playboy logo she sported on both rudders throughout most of her career) crashed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan.

Airman Jody Liliedah wrote about his eyewitness experience in Air and Space magazine in October 2015.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

Dennis K. Bush on left, James W. Fagg on right

‘On the afternoon of July 20, 1972, I was in my maintenance truck, eavesdropping on the tower frequency. Word had gotten around that an SR-71 would be landing soon. Usually, the Blackbird pilots weren’t a chatty bunch, but I could hear the anxiety in the voice of this one.

‘I heard the tower warn him of a 90-degrees-to-the-runway crosswind of 35 knots gusting to 50 knots—a typhoon was on its way. I could’ve sworn I listened to the tower advise him to consider an alternate airport. Landing anywhere else was out of the question. The SR-71 wouldn’t have had the fuel, and everyone understood without discussion that the brass wanted that airplane on the ground and out of sight as quickly as possible.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

The wreckage of “Rapid Rabbit,” the SR‑71 that pilot Dennis Bush crash-landed in 1972 at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

‘I sought out a good vantage point to observe the landing: a small concrete building, which housed fuel pumps, about 50 yards from the runway the SR-71 was headed for. I climbed to the roof and settled in. I could see the landing lights before I could make out the airplane, perfectly lined up with the runway, three or four miles out. I couldn’t have been more focused if I were landing the da** thing myself. The main landing gear touched down, and despite the horrible crosswinds, the fuselage was aligned perfectly with the runway’s centerline. It looked like the pilot was going to pull off a picture-perfect landing. But as soon as he deployed his drag chute, a wind gust blew it to port. I watched the nose shift to starboard.

‘Then one of the left main landing gear tires exploded.

‘The pilot jettisoned the chute, poured the coals to the burner, and rotated away from the runway, climbing back into the sky to circle around.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

The wreckage of “Rapid Rabbit,” the SR‑71 that pilot Dennis Bush crash-landed in 1972 at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

‘I remember thinking, “What the h*ll is he gonna do now? No drag chute. Blown tire. And a monster crosswind, increasing by the minute.” Fortunately, an incoming or outgoing SR-71 had the entire base to itself. The pilot made a second approach, dumping fuel the entire length of the runway, then came back around for his final approach.

‘As he touched down, a fireball engulfed the left landing gear. The airplane kept rolling, nose still high in the air, and then the right gear tires blew. The Blackbird skidded past me like that, nose up and tires on fire, for four or five seconds. When the left gear collapsed and the wing struck the runway, the left engine exploded and debris flew high into the air. The entire airframe began to spin, still traveling down the runway at probably 150 mph, and finally the right gear buckled.

‘The flaming wreck continued sliding down the runway, still on the centerline, until it finally drifted off to the left, into the grass. It came to rest about two-thirds of the way down the runway, about 4,000 feet from where I stood watching, jaw agape.

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‘I watched the pilot and reconnaissance system operator in their bright orange flight suits leap from the remnants of their aircraft and run from it as fast as they could. I jumped down from the building and several of us started running toward them, but a fire truck and a base security car cut us off. The officer in the car ordered us to stay back.

‘Five hours later, the typhoon was upon us.’

The pilot, Captain Dennis K. Bush, and the reconnaissance systems officer, Captain James W. Fagg, escaped without injury.

Lew Williams who was part of the recovery team pointed out on my Facebook Page Habubrats that although this was a normal flight Bush and Fagg had on the yellow/orange colored suits.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

A picture of an SR-71 Blackbird taken from Habu Hill (Matt Moran)

Williams recalls: “A crew from Palmdale led by Mel Rushing was deployed to our detachment and did the cutting up and the disposing of the structural remains and the location was on Habu Hill [According to the book SR-71 Revealed the Inside Story by Richard H. Graham, Habu Hill was a notorious viewing spot on Kadena where crowds of curious and avid aircraft watchers assembled to see the SR-71 takeoff and land].”

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller, Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Page Habubrats for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: U.S. Air Force

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Linda Sheffield Miller

Grew up at Beale Air Force Base, California. I am a Habubrat. Graduated from North Dakota State University. Former Public School Substitute Teacher, (all subjects all grades). Member of the DAR (Daughters of the Revolutionary War). I am interested in History, especially the history of SR-71. Married, Mother of three wonderful daughters and four extremely handsome grandsons. I live near Washington, DC.

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She was cranky the next time they went flying. Granted, it was 4:00 am on a weekday and she hadn’t eaten anything. He got her to eat breakfast and forced her drink lots of water once they got through security.

She felt only marginally better, so he had another idea; an idea that would either make her not grumpy or at least make her grumpiness more entertaining for him. He had snuck her bluetooth-controlled vibrator into her carry-on (which, security absolutely saw with their X-ray machine). He told her to “be a good girl and put it in now.” She objected initially but she had to be a good girl for him. When she came back he was standing in line to board.

He noticed a slight change in her gait that she was obviously trying to hide. All he could think was, “this perfect little slut is all mine.” He smiled and pulled up the boarding pass on his phone (or so she thought).

She waddled up to the gate agent to present her boarding pass, but a sudden and unexpected jolt from the vibrator forced a pathetic yelp from her throat. She knew exactly what happened but had to play it off to the now confused and shocked gate agent. “Is everything alright ma’am?” She felt so embarrassed, humiliated, and aroused that she could only reply with a meek nod. She knew instantly that he was controlling the vibrator inside her pussy with his phone, and did not have his boarding pass open.

It didn’t help that he was staring at his phone laughing at her during the whole interaction. As they walked down the jet bridge, she hit and scolded him for embarrassing her, “Fuck you! Don’t do that you fucking douche bag!” Her reaction only served to invite more jolts from the vibe. “You don’t get to tell me ‘no’ you fucking crybaby.” She tried her best to hide her whimpers and her dripping pussy. She was getting needy and he knew it, of course.

Luckily they were the first to board and the plane was empty. He took the middle seat and she sat next to the window. While getting seated, she used this time to beg him to fuck her in the bathroom once they got in the air. She had always wanted to join the mile high club and her body was more than ready to be fucked and filled by him. He laughed and grabbed her chin, “listen you desperate cock-sleeve, I’m in control. You’re gonna sit there and be pretty and look out that window. You are mine.” She obeyed and he laughed.

She could see his cock twitching through his pants which made it even more unbearable for her to sit there and be teased like this. While staring out the window, all she could think about was his cock thrusting deep inside her, and how good it would feel to be forced open and pumped full of his cum. All of her problems would disappear if only she could be claimed by him. She only got more desperate as time went by. It didn’t help that the vibrator was now pressed even tighter against her with the way the she was sitting.

He kept an eye out for every person who would look at the beautiful woman he sat next to. Each time someone glanced at her, he’d punish her with a repetitive and intense pulse. She’d turn and give him a furious but needy look, which immediately dissuaded all the strangers attempts to garner her attention. She was his.

Once the aircraft began taxiing she would ask him questions about airplanes and airports since he worked for the airlines. They both seemed to forget about the vibrator inside her.

He loved her questions, which continued after takeoff. Although, she became sound asleep before reaching cruising altitude. He watched as her eyelids became heavy. She then rested her weary head on his shoulder.

Of course he wasn’t done playing with her; her being conscious or unconscious made no difference. He began applying a slow and oscillating vibration to her, making sure not to wake her. He looked bored as he made swirling patterns on his phone. Every now and then he’d smile and giggle to himself quietly.

When she woke up sometime later, she was completely feral. Being teased and edged for so long was insufferable. The space between her legs was unbearably damp and her pussy was so sensitive. He knew this and let out a guffaw while kissing her forehead and telling her good morning. He then rested his hand on her upper thigh which made her squeal as if the vibrator was at its fullest setting although it was off. More laughter bellowed from his chest.

She begged him again to sneak into the bathroom and fill her, quickly and quietly, “please, please, please.” He informed her that this was impossible and highly unprofessional since he worked for the airlines, “I’m not gonna jeopardize my career to please some needy whore. Be a good girl. Sit still, be quiet, and take it.” She frowned and looked out the window. “I hate being teased.”

Moments later the flight attendants came by and handed out snacks and drinks. She was certain that he’d send a jolt in front of the flight attendants, but this never happened. He instead got water for them both, which she didn’t want.

Intense and rhythmic pulses began before she had time to finish her water. She wasn’t allowed to cum this entire time but she was getting so close now. No longer containing herself, she reached for his cock underneath the blanket and tray table. Of course it was rock hard and throbbing through his pants which she could now feel. She was doing a great job at being quiet, although her hips were rocking back and forth in the seat.

One pulse too many sent her completely over the edge. She squirted all over the inside of her panties and leggings, getting completely saturated, all of which happened without anyone besides herself really knowing. Her hand went over her mouth to stop her from screaming, that’s when he knew what had happened. He then ‘accidentally-intentionally’ knocked over her unwanted water all over her lap. She was struck by confusion and anger; now people were looking at them, including the flight attendants. “What the hell was that for?”

“I’ll take care of you my love.” He winked at her.

The flight attendants rushed over with napkins and hand towels to clean up ‘his accident.’ He patted her down and dried her off. “You did that on purpose you brilliant dumbass.”

“Haha perhaps! You still squirted like desperate slut, though. Now my perfect princess is clean.”

He still toyed with her, continually teasing and edging her until they landed. He enjoyed being a nuisance and she was still not satisfied. Her desperate cunt needed to be filled. With the vibrator still inside her while they waited for their baggage, he mentioned, “well, we’ll see if you can contain yourself on the Uber ride to the Airbnb.”

[oliverreedmasterass]

Part 7! (next part is the finale 👀)

Thank you to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea and tolerating all the times I’ve tagged you in these fic posts lol :) 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Note: I’m so sorry I’ve been spamming everyone with this fic, I’ve been in a HUGE writing mood this weekend

Words: 4.4k 

Warnings: drinking, mentions of drugs, attempted fist fight, tomfoolery

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

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

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The rest of the night was a blissful blur. Creedence Clearwater Revival’s set blew the four of them away, and they had the pleasure of watching from the front of the stage, in the audience with a bunch of stoned people who were jumping up and down to the beat. When Janis Joplin came out, Josh couldn’t stop screaming, and he even caught a tambourine that she threw out into the crowd, of course after wrestling it away from a teenage girl. Freddie Stone spotted Jake during Sly and the Family Stone’s performance and he motioned for him to join them all on stage. Josh and Danny whooped out in glee as Jake took a spot beside Gregg Errico on the drums and shook around a maraca like his life depended on it. Sam only refused to cheer because he was still butthurt over Jake’s Joan Baez prank on him earlier. By the time The Who came on at 5am, Josh was appalled that he was still awake and invested in the music. The Who was definitely more of a band that Jake appreciated, but Josh had to admit that they sounded pretty good, and it was fun to watch Pete Townshend do his signature windmill move on the guitar that Jake had played the day before. 

What wasn’t as great was when Pete used the guitar to try and strike Abbie Hoffman, the activist, who had jumped on stage mid-set to yell about John Sinclairs’ 9 year sentence for marijuana possession. Josh had a split second where he contemplated running up to try and defend Abbie, but it was all over so fast, he didn’t have any time to react. Jefferson Airplane closed things out at 8am the next day, and that was when the exhaustion caught up to everyone. 

At the end of “The House at Pooneil Corners,” Sam looked around at Jake, Josh, and Danny with heavy bags under his eyes. 

“No amount of drugs can keep me up for another second,” he said. 

“Hop on my back,” Danny offered, “I’ll take you to Dave’s van so you can get some rest.” 

Like a line of zombies, they inched back to Dave’s van, but were pleasantly surprised to see him there, chatting with Janis Joplin. She was cradling a bottle of something in her hand, dressed in a long, oversized tie dye top with flowy pants, her long hair messy and wrapped around some of the beads hanging from her neck. 

“Hey,” Dave perked up at the sight of the guys. “I was just telling Janis about you.” 

“I’m sad I missed your show,” Janis gave them a toothy smile, extending a hand for all of them to shake. Jake was sure that he was doing a poor job hiding his shock. He was standing in front of one of the most exceptional vocalists of all time. “Dave was telling me about your pipes,” she looked around at them, trying to figure out who the frontman was. 

“Thanks,” Josh spoke up, his face red. 

“Preserve that voice of yours,” Janis’s tone hardened for a second. “That’s a gift you’ve got.” 

“Janis is gonna be at the after party later today,” Dave shared. “We’re all going to be meeting up at a nice restaurant a few miles up the road. There’s gonna be a pretty decent gap between sets after Joe Cocker finishes up, so we’ll have enough time to mingle.”

“That sounds great,” Jake said, looking around at Josh, Sam, and Danny to make sure that they were up for it. Danny was still staring at Janis Joplin, obviously having trouble comprehending that she was real. Sam nodded, though he still looked concerned about Joan Baez, and Josh gave a smile. 

“I do need to sleep though,” Sam remembered. “I can’t believe I’m still standing upright.” 

“The van’s all yours,” Dave chuckled, motioning towards the open door. That was what Sam had been waiting for, since he kicked off his shoes and dove into the back of the van, finding his spot back under the massive pile of blankets. Danny finally snapped his head away from Janis and nodded towards where Sam had disappeared. 

“I think I’m gonna get a nap in,” he excused himself. “It was nice to meet you,” he added, finally addressing Janis, who raised her drink up to him. 

“Keep on rocking, I’ll see you later,” she promised. Danny nearly hit his head on the doorframe of the van because he was so thrown off guard by being in Janis’s presence. Jake wanted to continue talking with her and Dave, but he also knew they would be at the party later. Although Jake wasn’t as open to announce it to the world like Sam, he was feeling pretty damn tired too. 

“Catch you later,” he raised a hand to Janis and Dave, and swiftly made his exit into the van. 

“They’re good kids,” he could hear Dave tell Janis behind him. 

“They’re cute,” Janis chuckled. 

Josh was right behind Jake and, after sliding the van door shut to engulf them in darkness, Jake nudged Josh in the side. 

“Thanks for sticking around,” he said just loudly enough for Josh to hear. 

“Vietnam or not, it is pretty cool being here,” Josh chuckled. 

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They all could have slept a lot longer if Joe Cocker’s rendition of “With A Little Help From My Friends” didn’t make them spring out of the van. One thing Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny could all agree on was that it was one of the best covers made. They had to see it live. 

In a mad rush, they sprinted down the field towards the stage and started to cheer loudly when they could just barely make out the ant-like figure that was Joe Cocker on stage, in his red, yellow, and purple tie dye shirt. While Josh and Sam swung back and forth to the music, Danny took a seat in the grass, leaned back on his elbows, and closed his eyes so he could be fully immersed in the music. Jake just stared onwards in awe. The recordings that he had grown up hearing of the cover were nothing in comparison to witnessing it live. 

By the time Joe Cocker left the stage, Josh was disappointed. He and Sam had been having a field day dropping it low to the music, even if their dancing didn’t quite match what everyone else in the crowd was doing. 

“That was great, wasn’t it?” he nudged Danny in the side. Danny slowly opened his eyes and leaned his head back to look at Josh. 

“I’m sad I slept through ‘Feelin’ Alright.’”

“That’s what the concert DVD is for,” Josh joked. 

“We should find Dave,” Jake realized. “I have no clue how to get to that restaurant.” 

“I didn’t see him when we left the van,” Sam shared. “But I also wasn’t really looking for him.” 

“I’ll bet he’s by the stage,” Josh reasoned. They all looked ahead at the stage in the distance and released a collective groan. They had done a lot more walking than they were used to over the past three days. Jake was certain that he was getting in his 10,000 steps a day. If he had it on him, his Fitbit would have been so proud. 

The walk was long but worthwhile, since they located Dave and he motioned towards a Ford Bronco that was parked in the dirt by the front entrance. 

“I’ll have one of my guys drive you over there,” he said like it was no problem. “It’s a short trip.” 

“We’re in no rush,” Jake lied. He needed to eat something filling soon, or else he was going to have to resort to gnawing on sticks and pieces of cardboard. 

It was a pleasant surprise that they were apparently receiving star treatment, since one of the stagehands hurried to their side, some cords still in his hands, and nodded towards the car. 

“Ready to head out?” 

“Yup,” they all replied. 

Compared to the first day when they walked into the venue, the roads were a bit more clear, but it was still shocking to see how many cars had been abandoned on the side of the road. Danny frowned when he saw that some of the cars had their windows broken in. Some people loitered around, grouping in the shade for cover from the sun, and watched as the car drove past. 

“Dave reserved the restaurant,” the stagehand shared. “I’m not sure how great the food is, it’s all locals running things out here who aren’t used to big crowds, but it probably won’t give you food poisoning.” 

“That’s a relief?” Josh had to laugh in response. 

“It better not give me food poisoning,” Sam grumbled. 

The stagehand pulled into the parking lot of a small diner that looked straight out of the 1950s. Jake whistled at the sight of it and immediately knew that he was about to have a really, really good milkshake. 

“I like that Dave considers this a nice place,” Josh observed after they hopped out of the car. 

“It is a nice place, compared to what we’ve been eating recently,” Danny said. Like Jake, Danny was growing really tired of eating essentially bird food. He was ready to move on to bigger and better things, like a good old greasy hamburger. 

They strolled through the front doors and, even though they had spent time around all of their idols all weekend, it was still jarring to see them crowded into one place. Jake couldn’t help but let out a gasp when he saw Pete Townshend and Keith Moon standing in the corner of the diner, stationed next to the jukebox, trying to smoke multiple cigarettes at once. Jerry Garcia was laying on the diner counter, popping maraschino cherries into his mouth like candy. A few members from Jefferson Airplane were crowded into one of the booths, silently digging into a massive plate of fries. While Jake was starstruck by the members of The Who, Sam felt his hands start to shake in excitement when he spotted Neil Young, Stephen Stills, David Crosby, and Graham Nash lounging on the counter stools. He started to levitate towards them, but abruptly stopped when he saw that Joan Baez was sitting with them. 

“Shit,” Sam grunted when he saw that Joan was looking in his direction. 

Hey!” she called to him. Sam tried to hide his face, but Danny nudged him forward. 

“Just be normal,” he tried to coach Sam. “I’m sure she doesn’t care that you missed her show.” 

Sam huffed but nodded because he knew that Danny was telling the truth. 

“Hey!” he replied back to Joan, waving an arm around with a bit too much force, so he nearly whacked Country Joe McDonald in the head. Joan motioned for him to join her and the CSNY guys, and he jogged to her side. 

“Have you met Neil, Stephen, David, and Graham?” she asked Sam. Sam’s mouth was hung open. 

“Seems like he recognizes us,” Stephen said with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look at us like that before. Does this mean we’ve made it, Neil?” 

“I sure hope so,” Neil joined in the laughter. “Maybe I’ll be able to pay off the mortgage on my house soon.” 

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Graham chuckled. Sam started to nervously laugh with them. 

“So do you play with anyone? What’s your instrument?” Stephen focused his attention back on Sam. Joan luckily swooped in and saved Sam from utter embarrassment since he had suddenly forgotten how to speak English in his moment of panic. 

“He does keys and bass for this new group, called JJ and the Salty Dogs,” Joan shared. “They put on a stellar performance Friday night. It was hard to go out there after them.” 

Sam winced at the thought that he had missed Joan Baez’s set. 

“Half the audience was asleep by the time I went out,” Joan continued. “I don’t think I have the heaviest music to keep everyone awake, I probably should have been one of the first people out there but it is what it is, I guess.” 

“Hey, you closed out the first day, that’s pretty huge,” Neil raised a glass up to Joan with a smile. “You deserve to be at the top of the bill, you’ve been working hard for it.” 

One of the diner employees approached their group with a pen and notepad in hand. 

“I’ll have a vanilla malt,” Sam finally found his words again. It was amazing what he could do when he was starving. “Do you have any non-meat items?” 

“Non-meat?” the employee cocked his head to the side. “Like a salad?” 

“That’ll do,” Sam sighed. “And I’ll take some fries too.” 

Since he had found his words again, he decided to lean on the counter, right by Jerry Garcia’s bare feet, and strike a conversation with some of his favorite musicians. He had to know what their process was behind writing “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.” 

Back at the front entrance, Danny, Jake, and Josh were still huddling close to each other, unsure what to do. They were caught in a situation none of them could have ever dreamed of: everyone in that diner had, in some way or another, been an influence on their music. Jake watched as Pete Townshend and Keith Moon put their cigarettes out and turned their attention to the jukebox. Keith fished a few coins out of his pocket and slid them into the slot so he could flip through the song options. He finally settled on Henry Mancini’s “Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet” and started to waltz around the diner while humming along. Roger Daltry entered the restaurant and stood beside Josh, Jake, and Danny, trying to search for his bandmates when Keith whisked him away, twirling him around a few times. 

“Quit it!” Roger called out, but Keith was in no mood to stop. Behind them, Pete was cackling loudly. 

While Jake was watching the chaotic scene unfold in front of them, Josh was distracted because he was trying to find Robbie Robertson, from The Band. Out of all the people on the Woodstock lineup that he hadn’t met yet, he most wanted to pick Robbie’s brain apart since he was, in Josh’s opinion, one of the best songwriters and storytellers of the time. He perked up when he saw Robbie standing at the far end of the counter, cradling a beer, and rushed to his side, leaving Jake and Danny behind. 

Keith had finally stopped spinning Roger in circles, and the members of The Who, including John Entwistle, who had just come in, settled into a booth so they could steal fries from Jefferson Airplane. 

“We should talk to them,” Jake whispered to Danny, motioning towards The Who. 

“They kind of scare me,” Danny admitted. “Plus I heard Pete’s a dickhead.”

“Only one way to find out,” Jake said, dragging Danny behind him. 

“Why don’t we try to talk to Ten Years After instead?” Danny tried to negotiate with Jake, but stopped when he realized that they were standing in front of The Who’s booth. Jake wasn’t really sure what the best way was to make a first impression with them, so he decided to snatch a french fry out of John’s hand and shove it in his mouth. 

“Who are you?” Pete’s voice raised. Danny turned on his heel to run away, but Jake held him firmly in place while he swallowed down the french fry. 

“We played on Friday,” Jake answered, hoping he sounded a lot more confident than he felt. “We’re called Greta Van - fuck - JJ and the Salty Dogs.” 

“Long band name,” Keith nodded in appreciation. 

“I’ve never heard of you,” Pete retorted. 

“Hey, I think I saw a picture of your performance,” Roger spoke up. “This guy plays a guitar that looks exactly like yours, Pete,” he added, motioning in Jake’s direction. 

“What are the odds of that?” Jake nervously chuckled. He really hoped that it wasn’t obvious from the picture that he really was playing Pete’s guitar. He could only imagine what Pete would do to him if he found out so, at that moment, Jake decided it was probably safest that he get some distance between them. “Well, nice to meet you,” Jake excused himself, hustling away and leaving Danny in the dust. Danny stared down at the members of The Who in fear. 

“Take a seat,” Keith scooted over on the vinyl seat and patted it. “We don’t bite.” 

“Oh god,” Danny whispered. 

Across the diner, Josh had moved on from Robbie Robertson to join Sam, Joan Baez, and the members of CSNY. Robbie had been kind to him, but Josh quickly found that he wasn’t really in the mood to talk music, and rather preferred to people-watch while working away at his beer. Sam was engaged in a deep conversation with Stephen Stills about harmonies when Josh came over and extended a hand for Stephen to shake. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Josh flashed his pearly whites. 

“This your brother?” Stephen checked in with Sam, who nodded. 

“I’ve heard a lot about your voice, dude. Everyone’s been raving about it, I keep hearing that it’s outtasight.” 

“I don’t know about that,” Josh blushed and raked a hand through his hair. 

“I’m hoping my voice holds up tonight,” Stephen looked between Sam and Josh. “It’s our second time performing live, so the nerves are pretty bad.” 

“You’re gonna be fine,” Sam assured him. He knew for a fact that he was going to be fine: he had grown up listening to the CSNY Woodstock performance on CD, and it was one of his favorite albums of all time. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” 

A loud commotion came from the back of the diner and they all turned around to find its source. Upon closer inspection, Sam and Josh realized that Danny was standing on top of one of the booth’s tables with Keith Moon, jousting back and forth with two floppy french fries. 

“What the hell?” Josh couldn’t help but sputter. 

“He one of yours?” Stephen smirked, nodding in Danny’s direction. “Keith will bring out the worst in people. But, if you ask him, he’ll insist it’s the best. He convinced David to crash a car into a snowbank once.” 

“Best night of my life,” David leaned over to interject. 

“Should we tell him to stop?” Josh asked Sam. Sam watched his best friend cackle with glee as he pretended to shank Keith Moon, and shook his head. 

“Let him have his fun.” 

While Josh, Sam, and Danny all socialized, Jake had been hiding in the bathroom, where he thought he was safe from the wrath of Pete Townshend. He could only hide for so long though since his stomach was literally starting to ingest himself, so he tried to convince himself that he would be okay, and then powered out of the bathroom stall to find a waiter. Right outside the bathroom door, he ran into Michael Shrieve, from Santana, and Joe Cocker, and nearly screamed in surprise. 

“We saw you talking to The Who guys,” Michael gave Jake a knowing look. 

“Talk about a lot of energy,” Joe Cocker blew out. “I’m too old for that shit.”

“You’re twenty-five,” Michael turned to Joe. 

“Fucking ancient,” Joe continued. 

“I tried talking to them a bit earlier,” Michael shared. “Pete called me a punkass bitch for literally no reason at all. I just told him that I thought Tommy was a really great album.” 

“He’s got quite the, uh, personality,” Jake tried to think of an acceptable response. 

“Don’t let it get to you,” Joe Cocker patted him on the back. “All the other guys here are for the most part cool. Jerry Garcia’s a fun guy if you can actually catch him while he’s conscious.” 

They all looked at Jerry, who had fallen asleep on top of the counter, and was unleashing window-rattling snores. Edgar Winter was leaning over him, trying to balance as many cherries as he could on his forehead. 

“Thanks, guys,” Jake looked between them. “It’s hard to put into words how exciting it is to be here with everyone.” His stomach let out a loud groan and Jake cleared his throat. “We’ll have to talk more later, but I need to get some food in me before I combust.” 

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Michael laughed, waving Jake away. 

Jake hurried to the counter, next to where Josh and Sam were standing, and tried to catch the attention of one of the chefs who was working in the back. He looked up from the burger he was grilling and held up a finger for Jake to wait a second. Jake wasn’t sure he could last that long, so he grabbed a handful of Sam’s salad that he had gotten halfway through and shoved it into his mouth. For what it was worth, it was probably the best thing Jake had eaten since they got to 1969. It took everything within him to not groan out in satisfaction. 

“There you are,” Josh turned around to face Jake. “I was wondering where you had disappeared off to.” 

“Bathroom,” Jake replied. He didn’t want to extrapolate on that any further. 

Danny and Keith Moon’s french fry battle had escalated to an all-out war as they armed themselves with paper plates as shields, and Keith was wearing an empty tray on his head like a helmet. The table was no longer enough for them, since they had hopped down and were navigating around the busy diner, whacking each other back and forth with the french fries. Danny’s french fry broke in half upon impact on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith took the opportunity to roar and tackle Danny, sending him flying over the counter, right past Jake, Josh, and Sam. Before they could worry that Danny had gotten seriously injured, Danny sprung back up with a whoop and brushed himself off. 

“I thought this was a no-contact sport!” He called to Keith. 

“I don’t know where you heard that from,” Keith replied with a cheeky grin.

Jake watched the two drummers rough house with his mouth hung open. He must have missed a lot while he was hiding in the bathroom if Danny was apparently suddenly buddies with the powderkeg of a drummer from The Who. 

“Danny becoming friends with Keith Moon, there’s another thing I didn’t have on my time travel bingo card,” Sam mused between sips of his vanilla malt. 

“Your time travel what?” Stephen raised an eyebrow. Sam started to choke at the realization that he had let their time travel slip. While Jake slapped him on the back to help him clear his windpipe, he noticed that Pete Townshend was booking it towards him, and he didn’t look happy. 

“Oh fuck,” Jake muttered. 

“Hey!” Pete barked at him as he abruptly stopped inches in front of Jake’s face. 

“You were playing my guitar on Friday night!” 

“Uh oh,” Josh whispered beside Jake, taking a step out of the way so he wasn’t in the line of fire. 

Jake hated that he couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Pete Townshend, and instead started to nervously chuckle. That was the wrong move, since Pete grabbed Jake's Sgt. Pepper jacket and lifted him a few inches off the ground. 

“No one touches my Gibson,” Pete snarled. 

“Sounds like he did though,” Neil cut in, sounding relatively uninterested in the drama Pete was trying to stir. “What’s done is done, dude.” 

That wasn’t enough to calm Pete down. 

“You’re coming outside with me,” he told Jake, and before Josh or Sam could stop him, he started to drag Jake to the front door. Jake kind of just hung lip in his grasp, in a daze from everything that was happening. He couldn’t believe he was about to get his ass handed to him by the lead guitarist of The Who. Talk about a doozy. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Sly Stone called to Pete. “Let the kid go.” 

Pete ignored him and brought Jake out into the parking lot and threw him on the hot pavement. All of the musicians who had been lounging inside of the diner came hurrying out to see what was going on. Josh and Sam tried to push to the front of the pack so they could try and stop whatever Pete was about to do. 

“Get up and fight,” Pete ordered down to Jake. Jake looked up at him from the ground and considered his chances. Pete was a bit out of his weight class, so it wasn’t really an even match. Jake could picture himself being carted out of the fight on a stretcher, both of his eyes bruised and his face bloody. That wasn’t really how he wanted to spend his Sunday. 

Jake slowly picked himself up, and he could hear Josh and Sam’s muffled voices screaming at them to stop over the buzzing in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Danny and Keith were hurrying to them, Danny waving his arms for Pete to calm down, and Keith hollering that they pound each others’ faces in. 

It all happened so fast. With Jake back upright, Pete threw a quick punch towards his head, which Jake somehow managed to dodge. As Pete wound up another fist to hurtle in his direction, Jake hopped out of the way and, while he still had some momentum, he started to book it out of the parking lot, pumping his arms as fast as he could. The Woodstock musicians cheered as they watched Jake sprint down the county road and out of sight. Josh, Sam, and Danny gaped in disbelief. Pete looked like he was contemplating chasing after Jake, but he eventually dropped his fist back down to his side and shook his head. 

“What a joke,” he grumbled. He’d have to find someone else to fight to unleash his daily testosterone build up. He didn’t like how the bassist from Blood, Sweat, & Tears had looked at him earlier: he could pound his face in. 

As the crowd dispersed, Danny came up to Sam and Josh with a frown. 

“We should probably find Jake, huh?” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he ran all the way back to the festival grounds so he could hide in Dave’s van,” Josh replied. “But yeah, we should figure out where he went.” 

So the three gave the diner one last look and then started to walk down the road after Jake, discussing the odds that he would have hypothetically beat Pete in a fist fight. They were all in agreement that his chances weren’t great.