#please don't ever bring back the early 00s

[teaprose]

💚🚜🤎 Camo 🤎🚜💚

@msmiki1218′s 30 Day Sim Style Challenge      

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam at the dentist HCs/incorrect quotes, please?? 🤲 I have a big surgery coming up and I'm terrified

Dick: What's up, doc?

Leslie: What are you doing?

Dick: Daffy Duck. I'm thinking of a new career as a voice actor.

Leslie: Okay but can you not do it with a mouthful of sharp objects?

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Cass: *brings a punch card and a knocked-out tooth*

Leslie, sighing: Here we go again.

Leslie: *stamps the card*

Leslie: Your next one is free.

———————

Leslie: *in the middle of the checkup*

Steph, getting up: Hang on, my Uber Eats is here.

Leslie: You ordered takeout to a dental appointment?

Steph: Efficiency.

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Leslie: You have a helmet. How did you still break your tooth?

Jason: *flashback to throwing his helmet at Dick, missing, and it bouncing back*

Jason: Enough with the questions, okay?

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Leslie: Ever consider braces?

Kate: I don't want any part of me to be straight.

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Leslie: Oh, you're early! Just check in with the receptionist and take a seat until I call you.

Bette: *goes up to the receptionist*

Bette: Checking in for Bette Kane.

The receptionist: Sorry, I don't have you down here.

Bette: Maybe try my full name? Mary Elizabeth Kane?

The receptionist: Still don't see you.

Bette: I should have an appointment for 2:00 today.

The receptionist: *typing*

The receptionist: I see you now. The doctor's right, you are early. Your appointment is tomorrow.

———————

Selina: *using cat claws as a toothpick*

Leslie: This might be an issue.

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Leslie: Say "ahh."

Tim: *screams*

———————

Leslie: You're bleeding because you don't floss.

Harper, who came in after a mission: ...

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Leslie: —but I cannot stress this enough, it's important to wear a mouthguard for all contact sports. And some non-contact sports. And training. And patrol. And walking through Gotham. And whenever you're around the Waynes. Actually, I'm just gonna give you the box. Take your time. Pick whatever colors you want. If you need me, I'm gonna be in my office questioning my life choices.

Luke:

Luke: ...I just asked how her day was.

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Bruce: Are you sure there's no tooth fairy? Because the Justice League has state-of-the-art tracking system that can locate them. I really think we can form a contract to expand social programs for children.

Leslie: Just shut up and let me do my job.

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Leslie: Everything's looking good except for a few minor spots.

Barbara: Yeah, well, call me when they invent stainless coffee.

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Leslie: I recommend removing your wisdom teeth.

Alfred: But that's where I keep my wisdom.

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Leslie: I see you still have one last baby tooth. It should've come out by now.

Damian: Father said to keep it in.

Leslie: Why?

Damian: He wants me to stay a baby.

———————

Leslie: Cullen, you're next.

Cullen: *climbing out the skylight*

Leslie: Wow.

Leslie: That's actually impressive for a non-vigilante.

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Leslie: Hey, Helena. I thought you were off duty this week. How'd you knock a molar loose?

[earlier]

Students: *fighting in the hall*

Helena: Break it up! All of you go to the office! And delete that video!

[present]

Helena: I need a raise.

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Carrie: I don't get it. I brush twice a day AND floss. How do I still have cavities?

Leslie: What do you brush with?

Carrie: Toothpaste, obviously.

Leslie: And what do you floss with?

Carrie:

Leslie: Carrie...

Carrie: The British call it candy floss for a reason, don't they?

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Leslie: Well done today, Duke. Have a sticker.

Duke: Why are they all the Justice League?

Leslie: Funding comes with a catch.

Duke:

Duke: *picks the Flash*

[ryuichirou]

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I’ll start with some news.

I am currently locked out of my twitter account. We did everything we could to try to get it back, but no matter what happens, it will most likely take some time.

I don’t like bringing attention to this kind of stuff because we have tons of other things to talk about which are more important than some toddlers trying to obliterate us for 1000th time (frankly I would rather talk about the colour of Leona’s butthole), but this time it’s kind of serious and important. We don’t know what’s going to happen next, but for now I wanted to say that if we won’t get the account back in time or will lose it indefinitely, we will have to ask for your help. I am sorry for that in advance.

Also, if you were discussing/working on commissions with me via DMs there, please email me or contact me via any other platform as soon as possible. Just in case.

Mass-reporting is wild, eh?

I am rambling a bit, and I didn’t really want to complain, because I know for a fact it would give satisfaction to some people, but you know? I am going to complain: it sucks ass. It happened at the worst time possible and it happened over nothing (literally, the art that got it was a Todd/Wallace non-sexual piece that got too many likes for children’s liking). I don’t care if people don’t like us, I don’t care if they gossip with their girlies about us, all I want is for them to leave us the fuck alone and let us do our thing in peace. Imagine being so unbelievably boring and so incredibly unlikeable and unable to make meaningful connections not only with other people but also with any kind of media that you just have to go out of your way to ruin things for others because this is the only thing that makes your immature brain produce something that even remotely resembles joy. Because your own pathetic self is so deeply insecure and constantly frustrated at yourself that you just have to create an illusion of control over someone else to feel important. I can’t even call it a troll behavior – at least trolls are funny sometimes. This is just someone who hit a midlife crisis at the age of 16 and made it my problem for some reason.  

And yet, it’s okay. Even if we end up losing our account, it’ll be a huge disappointment and it will hurt us tremendously, it already did. And it’s scary to think about this scenario, and it’s difficult to talk about how, if it happens, that it’s going to be okay. But eventually we’ll get over it and build ourselves up again, just like we did before several times. And these clowns will still be boring, unlikeable, lonely and very likely shit at drawing.

So yeah. Take care of yourself and block everyone who seems suspicious on sight. It’s not a panacea, but certainly is helpful.

Alright, time to talk about Leona’s butthole (not really, but we will talk about SebeMal, and it’s even better) 💪

Anonymous asked:

Seeing Vanitas made me curious about something: did you ever read Pandora Hearts? I think for a lot of people that series went hand in hand with Black Butler as the main "victorian aesthetic mangas" from the late '00/early '10. Gothic lolitas really had it all back then..

Ohh you’re so right Anon, it was the ultimate late ‘00/early ’10 aesthetic! Boys in vests with bows/ties, crosses and rosaries and traumatic and problematic backstories lol I really miss it sometimes. What an era.

I personally haven’t read/watched Pandora Hearts, but Katsu did! But it was even before we met… So my only association with this title is that Katsu’s old username was “ozbezariusnya” 🥰 Oh, and that Gilbert (?) looks very cute, but let’s be honest, of course I would think he is cute.

nebula-ryuu asked:

Regarding my question, I mean if the Malleus and Sebek ship has a dynamic or a context 😅😅 a background or a story. I have a certain feeling about what it is like but I don't want to affirm anything hehe

I don't know if I made what I said better understood, in any case I can explain it again, no problem 🙏

Oh! Thank you for clarifying!

As for our background for shipping them, we just really really love loyal characters that are a bit unhinged about their loyalty and love/obsession. So we didn’t even have a choice, they stole our hearts… and Malleus is very interesting in his interactions with Sebek too; he is annoyed by him sometimes, but he tolerates a lot and teases him.

As for the ship itself, we tend to think that in addition to Sebek being loyal and obsessive with Malleus, he is also deeply in love with him ever since he was a child. He is conflicted because he really wants to be his lover, but also thinks that he isn’t worthy. Malleus is amused by Sebek and allows him to do much more than he probably should. Actually, I think I talked about their dynamic in this post!

I hope I understood you correctly. Thank you for your question! And if you have any more questions, please let me know.

Anonymous asked:

would Lilia and Azul ever fight over who gets to have Idia?

Replied here! Thank you for your question, Anon.

[doyouwanttoseeabug]

Ideal 90's/early 00's/whatever in the timeline Teen Titans team would be like. Bart irritates Wally one too many times (9 dead 100000 injured) so Wally's like "ok, I'm getting you some enrichment" and goes to Dick and says "hey, do you want to help me restart the teen titans and train some younger heroes?" Dick says "no I'm too busy sorry" and Kyle, who just happened to be near Dick at that time, says "I'll do it." Wally ignores him. Wally goes to every single member of the teen titans that has ever been. Living and dead. He begs Bloodwynd to help him necromance up some ghosts so he can ask them about co-leadership and every single one says 'im sorry, I'm too busy/dead, but I think Kyle might want to help." Wally turns around and Kyle is drinking a bubble tea and waving obnoxiously.

"Fine," says Wally, after Terra's ghost confirms that she's really too busy at ghost therapy to help. "You fucking suck and I hate you though."

"I can't wait to shape the next generation of heroes with you," says Kyle, and then spits a boba into Wally's outraged open mouth.

Unfortunately they don't get a lot of teen heroes because. Uh. Their pitch is...

"I've been a hero since I gave myself superpowers at fourteen," says Wally. "And Kyle's been a hero since an alien accidentally dropped godlike power on him while he was high in an alley! So for, like, six weeks? We both have so much experience to give to the youth."

"Thank you for bringing up the godlike power, Wallace!" says Kyle. "I can help teen heroes grapple with responsibility, and Wally can emphasize with their feelings of total inadequacy when compared to their mentors."

"I think Robin is going to stay in Gotham for now, actually," says Batman. "I think it's safer."

What they end up with is Ray Terrill (suggested by Martian Man Hunter), Slobo (turned up on their doorstep to bully Ray), Grant Emerson and Rose Wilson (Roy called Wally and was like "hey I heard you're looking for kids." Wally: "please don't phrase it like that but yes") and, obviously, Bart. Kyle looks upon what he has wrought and wonders if maybe he's taken this bit slightly too far but he's trapped now. He's fucking trapped. He can't leave without making everyone think Wally is a better leader than him. "YOU BABY TRAPPED ME INTO A LOVELESS MARRIAGE," he screams at Wally, who, one arm around Bart and the other around Slobo as they try and bite each other's hair off (bonding) screams back, "JUST STOP BEING SO DRAMATIC I AM BEGGING YOU JUST STOP SAYING WEIRD SHIT"

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Sugar Drop (a Mi Galleta one-shot)

3.3K / Modern AU Grumpy Bouncer!Pero Tovar x Sunshine-Rich Girl!reader

Summary: You’ve been dating Pero for several weeks - have you made a mistake in assuming the two of you are exclusive?

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Newly dating relationship, some angst and insecurity (if you've read the series, you know our reader has a tendency to assume the worst), fingering (semi public), mention of oral (m receiving).

A/N: I wrote this for @undercoverpena’s April Showers Challenge - please use #undercoveraprilshowerschallenge to see all the other wonderful works! I'm so nervous because this is the first time I've ever participated in a writing challenge 🫣 The story was written as part of the Mi Galleta AU and takes place early on in Part 3 after Pero and reader start to date. While I would love for people to read Mi Galleta, I don't think it's necessary to read this? Just know that Pero works as the downstairs bouncer of a high-end restaurant and he rides a bike🥵🏍️

“Keep your eyes open, Cookie.”

Your eyes snap open at Pero’s words, followed by a slower opening of your plush mouth into an oh shape before you let out a whimper.

He’s working you open so deftly with just two of his fingers, it’s a wonder you’re not crying out obscenities and pleading to come.  But you have to stay quiet; you are, after all, at Pero’s place of work.  You and your friends had come to Lin for dinner and Pero had not only looked fucking delicious when you arrived, he had then been so damn teasing palming your ass as he walked you, Eloise and Dorothy to the elevator, you hadn’t been able to wait until after dinner to see him again.

In between appetizers and the main course, you used the pretense of bringing a drink to him as an excuse to visit with Pero while he worked.  The majority of the dinner rush now over, Pero had welcomed your company, pulling you into his lap and burying his face in your neck; the soda water you brought him forgotten on the side of his desk.

If memory served him correctly, he could expect roughly 20 more minutes before any late seating diners would start to show; it was less time than you deserved, but Pero would make do with what he was given.  Perching you on the edge of the desk and facing you away from the front doors, he remains sitting in his chair, eyes trained forward to see if anyone approaches to enter the lobby.  His fingers dance up your thighs past the hemline of your dress and trail straight to the front of your panties where he finds you wet and wanting.

“So wet already, princesa?  Is this for me?”

Biting down on your lip, you nod and let loose a soft whine, “Yes, Pero… all for you.”

Eyes darkening, Pero teases you merciless over the fabric before pushing it aside and thrusting in two fingers, taking your quiet gasps and shortened breaths as encouragement.  Scissoring you open before adding a third finger, he stretches you to the brink and touches that part of you only he can.  Just when you start to feel a familiar slow winding of the coil beneath your belly, Pero presses his thumb to your slippery clit and begins to write his name; your back arches, ascent now accelerated.  Pero needs only to repeat the cursive script of his signature three times before you’re shuddering, legs shaking and threatening to slip out from under you.

Pero holds your thigh firm with his free hand as he speeds up his fingers, “I got you, Cookie.  Let go and come for me.”  And you do.

As you take a minute to catch your breath and regain the use of your legs, you watch dreamily as Pero pops his slick covered fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with a shit eating grin, “Always so sweet, hermosa.”

Tucking you under his chin, Pero walks you to the elevator and lets you go with a sweet kiss and the promise that he’ll see you when you're done dinner, then again when he comes over after he gets off at 10:00.  You think you hear the front door of the lobby open, and regretfully, Pero heads back to his desk before the elevator doors close.

After straightening up your dress and checking your make up in the elevator mirror on the ride up, you nearly crash into a girl who barrels into the elevator the second the doors open.  She barely acknowledges when you excuse yourself then maneuver out of her way before making it back to your table.

Eloise points to your five-spice crusted pork medallion, “Your dinner just came.”

With the most diabolical smile to ever grace her lips, Dorothy chimes in, “… as did you?”  You swat her on the arm with your purse before the three of you burst out laughing, and you start to dig in to your dish - it’s delicious, a contender for your top 5 favourites at the restaurant for sure.

The three of you have been happily eating for less than ten minutes when the girl that almost mowed you over in the elevator comes back to the table that’s right next to yours.  As she sits, her friends all lean in expectantly, and one of them asks excitedly, “So???!”

She smiles, triumphant, “His name is Pero Tovar, he gets off work at 10:00, and that’s when I’m going to suck his dick.”  Her friends squeal and high five her as she sits looking excited and smug.

You put your utensils down in shock and look up at your friends to make sure they heard the same thing you did; their stunned faces indicate that they did.

Suddenly, your appetite is gone.  Eloise places her hand on yours, “Babe, that doesn’t mean…” but even she is unsure how to finish her sentence; you just look at her and shake your head lightly to thank her for trying, but you’re trying very hard not to cry.

You and Pero have only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and while things have been moving rather quickly, they've been going quite well - or so you thought.  Up until now, you haven’t given it much thought, but now you realize that the two of you haven’t had any talks regarding exclusivity.  Although you’re not interested in seeing other people and as much as it stings to admit, it would be completely within Pero's rights to see other people.  Or even just hook up with them, you suppose, chest tightening as the girl at the next table continues to express how hot Pero is and how she can’t wait to see him later.

Dorothy calls for the cheque quickly, and while you wait, you feel your cheeks flush.  It would be one thing to see other people, but it’s really quite another to make plans to mess around with some girl at the restaurant while you’re still here.  And right after he had his hand buried in your cunt.  You’re humiliated.  You suddenly wonder if he does this every night with a never-ending parade of paramours from the restaurant, of which you’re just one.  That’s when the first tear falls.

“Oh babe, don’t cry,” says Eloise soothingly, putting her arm around you.  Dorothy hastily pays the bill and the three of you stand abruptly, leaving you half finished dinners behind.

“I’m calling for a car,” announces Dorothy as you wait for the elevator; you feel your stomach churn at the idea of having to walk through the scene of your recent exploits.  Tears of shame spring from your eyes; you never would have done that with Pero, if you had known you were just the first (and of that, you’re not even sure) of his many conquests tonight.

Pero is surprised to see via the security camera dashboard that you and your friends are coming down as it’s earlier than he had expected you.  He hopes no one is unwell.  When the elevator dings, he stands to meet you, but to his surprise, you and your friends rush past him; Eloise has her arm around you and Dorothy makes sure to stand between you and him.  It had started to rain heavily and none of you have umbrellas; Pero keeps a few behind the desk and goes to offer them to your group, hoping as well that you’ll slow down enough to talk to him, “Hey-”

Dorothy spins around with blinding speed and just says Don’t definitively and with finality.  Pero is stunned.  He watches as Eloise holds her jacket over the two of you to shield you from the rain before climbing into a waiting car.  Briefly, he catches a glimpse of your face before the car door closes and his chest constricts when he sees your sad expression and tear-stained cheeks. 

He immediately texts you: Cookie, are you okay?  What’s wrong? And he’s confused and worried when you don’t answer.

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You have a good cry in the car and by the time the car reaches your place, you’re tired out.  Dorothy and Eloise come in and help you finish a bottle of wine before you send them home; you tell them the truth – you want to go to bed.  You don’t want to be anywhere near awake when 10 pm rolls around; if you are, you know all you’ll do is spiral imagining what Pero’s doing at that time.  After getting ready for bed and snuggling in, you open your book hoping it will help you drift off, but the heavy rain beating against your windows provides enough of a white noise calm that you’re quickly lulled into the sleep you so desire.

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Pero cannot fucking sit still.  At ten to 10:00, he decides to throw in the towel.  It won’t make a difference if he leaves 10 minutes early; all the late seating diners have been seated and there’s no need for the front desk to be occupied when the restaurant closes.  He can’t stop thinking about you how sad you had looked when you left earlier, very clearly upset by something; it pains him to see you being anything other than your usual cheerful self.  Having made up his mind, Pero forgoes the time it would take to switch out his dress clothes and just grabs his helmet out of his backpack and beelines for his bike.  So hell bent on getting to you, he doesn’t even register the torrential downpour until he has to repeatedly wipe his visor before he even starts the ignition.  Fuck. He had planned to throw caution to the wind and speed all the way to your apartment, but now that plan is shot.  He can’t comfort you if he’s laying in a ditch by the side of the road.  He settles for weaving through the city streets as fast as he can go with risking a wipe out, squinting through the rain that hits his face having long since given up the futile task of wiping off his visor and just leaving it flipped open.  By the time he gets to your apartment, his suit is soaked through, he can't feel his face, and it’s an effort just to take off his waterlogged gloves so he can text you.

Cookie, are you feeling better? 

The engine on his bike cooling under the wet onslaught, Pero sits shivering waiting for your response.

Did you still want me to come over?

Princesa, I can see your light is on.

This last message finally gets a response: You’re here?

Look outside your window, baby.

Having fallen asleep with your light on, you were woken up by the buzzing of Pero’s first message.  After reading his second, you were miserably contemplating whether or not this was his way of asking for an out so he could go home with that other girl, when the notification for the third message scrolls down.

You pad over to your window and look down to the street.  It’s dark and the rain is coming down in sheets, but you can just make out a striking figure illuminated by a street lamp sitting on his bike and looking up at you.

He’s going to catch pneumonia.

Looking at your phone again, you’re surprised by the time - it’s only quarter after 10:00.  Either that was the world’s fastest blow job or… Pero had teleported here; judging by the look of his soaked clothes, you would say not.  As you stand there, confused, your phone starts to ring.

“Pero?”

“Cookie, are you okay?  Can I come up?” 

You can hear his teeth chattering.  Despite the turmoil you feel, you’re not totally unfeeling towards him and you definitely don’t think it’s a good idea for Pero to be outside in the rain a minute longer.  The best thing for right now would be for him to get dry; the two of you can deal with the rest separately.

As soon as he steps through your front door, Pero mumbles an apology about dripping water everywhere, but you don’t even hear him through your fog of devastation – you approach him wordlessly, and as if on autopilot, start to take off his wet clothes.  Pero removes his helmet and tips your face up to meet his eyes, “Cookie, what happened tonight?”

You thought you were all cried out, but the tears that well up and spill over your lash line prove you wrong.  You hadn’t even considered the possibility that you would have to confront Pero tonight; you need time to think and his soft eyes and honey-laced baritone voice aren’t helping.  Lowering your gaze and crying softly, you simply shake your head, “Let’s just get you out of these wet things.  Don’t want you to get sick.”

Pero lets you undress him, seeing that for the moment you prefer to focus on the mundane task.  He lets you take off his soaked through suit jacket and loosen and lift his tie over his head.  He watches you chew your bottom lip as you slowly unbutton his dress shirt and cuffs, then unbuckle his belt and peel off his pants and socks.  You take all his wet things to the bathroom, and return to lead him, nearly naked, to your couch where you drape a warm blanket over his shoulders before straddling his lap and burying your face into the nook under his jaw, still sniffling.

All Pero can do is wrap you up in his arms and under the blanket with him, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back soothingly until you’re ready to face him again.

Your body feels warm and safe pressed up against Pero’s solid bare chest with his arms encircled protectively around you, but your heart still feels restless. 

After what feels like forever, you push yourself off of Pero’s chest and positioning yourself to face him, you say very quietly without meeting his eye, “Pero, were you with someone else tonight?”

If it were not for the distressed look on your face, and the unusual way you’re holding yourself so small, Pero would have thought you were making a joke and laughed.  He can’t quite figure out what would prompt you to ask such a ridiculous question.

Not sure how to interpret Pero’s silence, you press on voice shaky, “If you were… I mean, I couldn’t really say anything about it.”  You toy nervously with the hem of your sleep shorts, “You haven’t made me promises or anything, so you’re free to do what you want.”  Your voice breaks a little at the end of your sentence and Pero’s heart plummets into his stomach.

Tipping your chin to finally look up at him, he tilts his head and tries to soften his usually hard countenance, “Princesa, what could I possibly want except to be with you?”

You try to shift your gaze away, but Pero won’t have any of that. He gently cups your face in his still freezing hands, willing you to hear his words, “There’s no one else, Cookie.  Never has been.  There’s only you and there will only ever be you.  I don’t want anyone else.”

You smile a little at these sweet words so he continues, “Why would I?  Look at you, beautiful and sweet even when you’re sad.  I’ve hurt you somehow tonight, and still you take care of me.” His thumbs continue to lovingly stroke the side of your face.

“There’s no one kinder and more considerate.  I’m too lucky, hermosa, and I hope I never mess this up.”  He places the gentlest, most precious kiss to your lips.

You snuggle into his neck again feeling a little lighter, and murmur, “Didn’t want you to get sick.  You’re so grumpy when you’re sick.”  Pero can’t help but lightly chuckle as his holds you tighter.

When your breathing eventually evens from him softly petting your hair, Pero asks, “Can I ask what happened tonight?  Did you really think I was with someone else?”

After giving him a slightly awkward shrug and nod, you hear Pero make a questioning hmmm in the back of his throat.  You sigh, “There was a girl at the restaurant bragging that she was going to blow you tonight.”  Pero furrows his brow in confusion at this, not only at having no idea what would possess any girl that isn’t you to make such a proclamation, but that you would believe it.  When he expresses this to you, you feel minorly irritated, huffing, “She knew your full name and what time you got off work!  And she said she made the plans with you after I saw her go down to the lobby when I went up.”

Something minorly familiar tugs at the corner of Pero’s mind: after he had sent you upstairs, he had almost immediately let in a table of five using the second elevator, then left to have a chat with William in the staff elevator alcove in the opposite corner of the lobby.  When he got back to his desk, there had been a girl waiting; recognizing her as a patron that had already been dining upstairs, he figured she had come down and gotten locked out by accident.  He had wordlessly gestured for her to follow him to the elevator before swiping his fob and sending her back upstairs again.  The whole interaction had been less than a minute.

When he describes what he remembers of the girl, you confirm she’s one and the same. “Princesa, my name is on the lockscreen of my computer, and she must have overheard me talking to William about when I was leaving.”  You look at him with a raised eyebrow, but it’s not in any serious way; you’ve already decided you believed him.

“I can prove it, hermosa.  There are security cameras for the elevator bank and the lobby, with sound.  I’ll pull those up for you and show you.”

You shake your head lightly, smiling, “It’s okay, that’s not necessary – I believe you, Pero.”

“Maybe I should still give Dorothy the tapes.  I feel like she would say that hard proof is necessary.”

Laughing at how well Pero knows your friends, you tuck yourself back into Pero’s arms, now feeling somewhat silly and bashful at having gotten so upset over what turned out to be nothing.

“And what would you have done if she came down at 10:00 and offered herself to you?” you smile into Pero’s shoulder.

“I would have told her I was spoken for,” Pero say very softly, “I’m sorry that you were upset tonight, Cookie.  I take it this is your way of telling me you don’t want me seeing anyone else?”

Shaking your head, you bring your hand up to Pero’s face and lightly scratch his scruff that you love so much, “No, I don’t want you to see anyone else, Pero.”

“Good,” Pero’s voice drops to that husky register that goes straight to your panties every time, “I don’t want you seeing anyone else either, princesa.”  And then he kisses you, fully and passionately.  Tongue begging for entry, you grant him access as you adjust yourself on his lap so that the two you can entangle your arms around each other.  Pero licks into you immediately and with such a hunger that all you can do is gasp and swallow him with a groan.  Your hands feel hot and soft as they map the expanse of his bare chest and strong arms; Pero’s hands reach to roam your backside, groping and pulling you even closer to him.

Suddenly, you pull away, having made a shocking realization, “Pero!! There are security cameras in the lobby?? Can they see behind the desk?”

Laughing, Pero reassures you, “I’ll delete the footage, Cookie, don’t worry.”

Threading your hands through his hair, you bite your bottom lip, shy, “Do you think you could get me a copy before you delete it?”

Smirking and nodding, Pero pulls you back onto his lips and growls, “Dirty girl,” as you squirm in his lap with delight.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Rook Hunt Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Pomefiore Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Leona: Finally, we're at the last question.

Leona: “How do you spend your days off?” …Apparently.

Rook: Hm, my days off…

Rook: I often go to the theater, or watch movies and dramas.

Rook: For example, on my last day off, I watched my favorite drama.

Rook: Although, I have watched it over 100 times already.

Leona: Wow, watching the same thing over and over again… You got weird taste.

Rook: Once you know how the story plays out, it's quite fascinating to watch it again and discover new things.

Rook: The protagonist of the drama I just mentioned was particularly talented with a rich range of emotions. Even though I've seen this one scene many times…

Rook: Whenever he smiles, the corners of my lips naturally start to curl into a smile. Whenever he cries, my eyes well up with tears.

Rook: I constantly wonder to myself… Why is it that every time I watch, I am once again deeply moved by him?

Rook: Ah, but that sensation of deep emotion resonating in your heart is a wonderful sensation, no matter how many times it happens.

Leona: Sigh… That's not something I'd ever understand. Can a made-up story really affect people like that?

Rook: Of course. Just the other day, Epel-kun also joined us for our viewing party.

Rook: We shared such deep emotions, and I was able to hear views that were much different from mine… It was a lovely time.

Rook: I'm so glad I chose to reach out to Epel-kun. Thanks to that, I was able to have a most satisfying time.

Leona: Oh yeah, there was a time when Epel came to the magical shift club's early morning practice lookin' like he was dead on his feet…

Leona: Guess that must have been because he had to put up with your rambling all day long. That guy's got a lot to deal with, too, sounds like.

Rook: Oh, mayhap have you started to spark an interest as well? If so, let us have a movie night together!

Leona: No thanks.

Rook: I've already said, you don't need to hold back on my account, haven't I? Let's see… perhaps a historical production will be more to your taste.

Rook: Then, let us meet this weekend at 13:00… Oh, and we should mark this occasion by having the viewing party in the Savanaclaw lounge.

Leona: Who'd say yes to that? …Hey, I'm not doin' it. You listening to me?

Rook: Ahh, it will be a wonderful day. Thank you for the spectacular gift, Leona-kun!

Leona: Sigh… The interview's finally over.

Leona: Here, take this broom already, it's got all these worthless lively-lookin' flowers on it.

Rook: This is… Beauté! It's almost as if it is a floral paradise. The vibrant flowers are gorgeously bringing color and life to the broomstick.

Leona: How wondrous it is that you are so pleased by it. So perfect for someone who's always in a good mood like you.

Leona: I got that you're excited, so hurry up and go show off that broom.

Rook: You're right. Then, I suppose I should head towards the birthday road.

Rook: I will hold the joy of being celebrated by everyone close to my chest and… Now, I splendiferously take to the skies!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[pbandjesse]

We just got back from Paul and Sam's third wedding. And it was a good time. A little bit more low-key than the others. Took place on a plantation though which was very interesting as a choice. But it was beautiful and I understand. We were joking that was reclaiming. And while we were all incredibly overheated and sweaty I still had fun.

I do wish I had a little bit more time to just do nothing today but I made the most of my half day off. I didn't go to the market. Instead I slept an extra hour and got up around 8:15. I wanted to leave until 9:00 but I couldn't fall back asleep. I would get up eventually though and clean myself up and got dressed and I felt pretty good.

I wasn't really interested in eating. My stomach was hurting today. I don't know what's wrong but it just hurts a lot. And I would pour myself a soda and pretty quickly I was out of the house. I had things to do.

Big things I need to do today work at James awake long sleeve button down shirt. And get the materials to make a larger indoor enclosure for crab cake. I want to see about using a big box. That storage bill. And that ends up working out really well. It wasn't as large as I was picture but I still think I did a good job.

I went to Target first and went and found a shirt for James. Slim Pickens for sure. Especially because there's just skinny. But I think that the one I chose worked out really well in the end. And then I had an idea about mini non with garlic spread and butter and cucumber. I thought it would just He's a nicest lunch. And I got myself a person pizza and then I went and measured the boxes. I had measured my table and I figured it had to be around 24x44 which is. I ended up getting one that was about 19 or 38 in which is not exactly the right size but it's close and it was only $16 so I can make that work for now. He's still little. In the future I'll have to do something a little bit bigger I'm sure but for now.

I still need a dirt though. And I wanted to get some more coconut fiber so I went to the pet store and I did not know I had $18 in coupons on my account so I use those and got a big bag of coconut fiber, and some terrarium materials, and some more moss. I ended up not needing the extra ball so I'm going to keep that for later But I think I did a really good job and I had a really nice conversation with the girls at the cash register without crab cakes full name. Crabcake Franklin Lentzwiler, first of his name.

I drove over to Ace hardware next and is able to get two bags of fertilizer free topsoil. I also talk to a couple about their brand new puppy his name was Marnie. And I was like have you ever seen the Chicago model and they have not So they said they promise to watch it. I told him it was one of the weirdest movies I've seen. Because it was very weird.

Went home and I decided that my plan would be get inside get sweepy into the basement for everything and go and preheat the area start working on the tank. Then when the oven was preheated I would make my pizza and we'll pizza here I would make my little naan flatbread thing. I have my little snack for the pizza was cooking I was building my employer and it didn't take very long. And Crabcake loves it. He was digging and climbing. I still want to get him another log but they didn't have a big enough one so I'm going to check a different pet store at some point this week. But I was just so pleased. And it fits really nicely on the table still. I was not sure how I'm going to fix the lid because I need to make sure the heating element is not melting the plastic. And I tried to cut the lid and then we're cutting my fingers and I was very upset because then I broke the scissors in the process which is how I cut my hand. Ouch.

I was getting really overheated and very tired so. And it was still early but I needed to eat and my food was cooled down enough so I would cut the pizza and bring it to the couch with my other snack. Then just hang out in front of the fan for a while. Eventually I would decide to go and shower and get changed for the wedding. It's not really a wedding. It was a another reception because not everyone in Baltimore could make it to the actual wedding obviously. And I had already picked out my dress months ago so I didn't have to think much it was more just me getting myself together. The hair was a little wild. But that was mostly from humidity. I would take a shower and clean myself up and make myself feel pretty. I originally was going to be wearing a shirt with this dress but it was so hot out today that I nixed that and wore it as a tube top dress. I was a little nervous about that because a little self-conscious about my arms but only a little bit. It just feels like a lot of open skin but I would feel very pretty. I went through a couple different belts before I decided which one I liked the best. But I was very happy with my outfit in the end.

I would sit outside for a while on our swing. I had crab cake walking around the backyard and then in his enclosure out there and sweet pea was chilling with us. It was the Harry Potter. I was enjoying swinging but I was not enjoying how sweaty I was getting. I had just taking a shower so I wasn't thrilled. But I eventually went head inside and pulled down pretty fine and then I was just chill on the couch and eventually brought everyone back inside. I gave crab cake some food and made sure sweetp was good. And I just started making sure I was ready for the event.

I got James's suit in the car toiletry bag for them in case they need to clean up. And texted them asking what time I should come get them.

They said that basically I could leave now and as long as I got them before 2:00 we were good. Merrill would end up stuck in traffic so we wouldn't leave until a little after 2:00 anyway but it was still really nice to get over there early especially because I also ran into traffic because there was an event happening down in the harbor. Or I got there at 1:37 we were not in a rush at all.

I want to sit with James for a bit and they made me feel very pretty. And I would walk around the museum and collect some of the donations of materials that they have put aside for me. And I did not expect to have to take home the 20 lb box have gotten but I have that app so I have plenty of material to make more stuffed animals and actually a few this week but I'm not sure when I will have time to cut the bear so that will probably be something I am working on all the kids are making their projects. We will see.

Soon Merrill was there though and we would head out into the world. I knew that today was going to be kind of all over the place timeline wise but I wasn't that worried.

We'll get out to the mansion. And that's when we realized that it was a plantation. And so I read the Wikipedia page for it so that I would know what the history was. And this place was originally gifted from the king of England and then bought my guy named Dorsey and he had 97 slaves in the 1700s on those property. They were doing cash crops and pig iron. So I found her. And it was beautiful but very sad history. We were joking about we hooked up the couple gotten BED, A black Advent discount. And honestly I'm only partially joking. I think that is plantations are going to do weddings if a black couple or event wants to have them at their space they should be giving them a discount because of the atrocities that happened on their location. I don't think that that's an outrageous thing to say. I might be saying in just in the name but I truly believe that would be appropriate.

And it was a lovely time. We got there and I would go into the big house with James and we went to find the boys. We were in the billiards room. So hello to everyone and then went to wander around the house to look to see what it was and how it looked. It was beautiful. I loved all the details and I liked some of the signage but that wasn't a ton of historical signs around because it's not treated as like a museum space. Which is expected I guess. Thank you really only are there if you're there for an event or I guess maybe a tour? I'm not very sure about that though.

Eventually though I would hear the girls and I would join them up in the bridal suite. And Sam went beautiful. Not shocked and she always looks beautiful. And it was so good to see everyone. They were also cute and they're getting ready jammies and I would hang out with them for a few hours while they got ready and I talked about history with them and art and dentistry and tortoises and what we've all been up to over the last couple months and it was just so much fun being with girls. Like I don't get to do girly conversation and talk stuff because that's not the type of people I tend to gravitate towards. I'm kind of a dirty gremlin girl. Not like they are. They're girly girls. And I love being able to experience that too. It's great.

I had a great time talking to them too and Sam's app was there and while the girls were getting photos we sat and talked about education and a state of the world and parents and art and she's just such a lovely person to talk to. I'm really glad that we got to sit down and talk like that because we would get separated later on and things were very busy.

There were a lot of photos being taken so James was indisposed for a lot of the day. But we got to spend time together. I would go back down to the billiard's room eventually. But first I went and found Paul's mom Dawn. And her mom. I did not catch her mom's name. But I would hang out with them outside for a while and we talked about life and my new tortoise and animals and Paul and James and the event. And eventually I went to do some investigating for them to figure out where he was supposed to go because there was the big tent out side but they were saying that there was a garden on the other side we were supposed to go to the first and I couldn't figure out how to get to. Eventually I would lead them around and drop them inside the pool for a bit and get some water and use the bathroom. And then I stood and talked with Sam's dad and Paul's dad. I went downstairs to get water and Sam's dad was standing there and I said something about getting water and he was like I don't work here as you know I just need like you're not going to accuse me of crimes when I go into this part of the staff only. And then he came and got water as well.

I would go outside and went to our car to find my charger and could not find it so I texted James cuz I was getting very hot and sweaty and I was not thrilled about that but they had the charger so they would make me later on. And it ended up being a really nice time. I went and found Ann and Tucker And we eat hors d'oeuvres. The keys that I put a fancy dip on that they had put out for the crab cakes. And it was excellent. Made it a little bit spicy. But we are all kind of melting in the sun so I suggested we move to the shade. And then James joined us. The wedding party came out it was so nice to see everybody all dressed up and pretty. Everyone honestly was beautiful. The whole party. Someone had beautiful dresses on and I'm so lovely and I was having a great time even though I was hot.

I think that was kind of the vibe though everyone was kind of melting. And it caused some people too I think leave a little early or go and find shady or cool spots to just escape the heat. Having an outdoor event this time of year was a little bit of a wild choice but it's their third wedding if that's what they want.

I had some really nice conversations and me and James took pictures and I would speak to the girl doing social media about Baltimore and doing social media and life and the city. It was nice just to connect with people. I was having a really good time even if I was overheated and sweaty and gross.

My feet was really hurt. They are still split on the bottom It's really uncomfortable but even if when I try to put Band-Aids on them they just fall off immediately so I'm just trying to baby them. But it does not comfortable. And I'm doing my best. My new sandals are nice and they're not bothering them as much but still becomes painful pretty quickly.

Eventually it was time for dinner. There wasn't a lot I can eat but I wasn't really hungry anyway. It was mostly just so hot and dehydrated. So I am really glad I brought my water cup and I would just keep drinking as much as I could. We ate dinner though and I went to find James because they have been pulled away for pictures. I made up two plates for them so that they wouldn't miss out on food. And then I went and sat on one of the velvet couches that they had put out on the lawn. Where Ann came and joined me and we talked for a little bit about camp and how crazy this week has been. Hopefully next week won't be as wild.

I would dance with James for a bit and we took a photo with photo and we talked to our friends and we danced some more and it was just really fun. eventually we were told that there was an ice cream truck so me and James would walk down there and the photographer took pictures of us which I thought was very sweet she called us for ice cream couple. And we would later on feed each other ice cream for her to take pictures but James put way too much in my mouth and him gave me a media brain freeze and I was like no no and it was very laughing silly giggling pictures. I hope that I get to see them soon.

James and me would have to leave though. James has work in the morning and I have a full day with Jess. So we would do our round saying goodbye to everyone. Stephanie had some questions about fireflies and I told her the stuff that I knew but then it turns out that fireflies are not just in America like I thought they are everywhere? Now I got to do research into fireflies because that's crazy to me. And I am excited to have a new thing to look into.

We will take a bite to everyone now and gave lots of hugs even though we were all sweaty. And then I drove us home.

I would play music on the way home and we were just singing together and having so much fun and even though James hates how that I have the music I was just having such a nice time being silly with them. And then we were home and there was lightning and there's a storm rolling in and tomorrow's supposed to be thunderstorms all day. And while that is not the best for me and just going to the beach I am still looking forward to it. I think it will be interesting. And I love an interesting time even if it's not the time that you expected.

I just got out of the shower and James did too. And I am very much ready to go to bed. I hope that you all have a great night tonight did you have fun tomorrow. Until next time.

[pleasestopthese]

pouring some out for compact disc digital audio

the important thing missing from CDs we don't get with files, that was unique to CDs, is hidden tracks. secrets the table of contents on the disc just did not know about, that you could not skip to because they all happened within the negatives in the timecode, and every track in the TOC could only start at 0:00. since all the ripping software uses the table of contents there's just no way to rip them most the time (someone please tell me otherwise and bring them back) and since every playback software starts at 0:00 and doesn't do negatives at all, even if they could be ripped they couldn't be seen without unhiding them entirely. hidden tracks are entirely a feature of the way CDs are encoded and stamped. it's possible the same could have been done with stamped minidisc (was there such a thing?) or SACD (which could only be stamped) but really far as i can tell there just wasn't enough in commercial releases of either to get any of that playfulness. aside from minidisc, all these formats are around still with new releases every year but nowhere near the volume of pressings there used to be.

i think about this every time i load up something like early busta rhymes solo stuff and all of the hidden tracks are just missing and unacknowledged even though it's all FLAC and perfect copies of the digital audio essence or whatever, and even though by now we have higher resolution audio and more dynamic range than ever and hypersonics we can feel and blah blah blah there's actual footage just missing.

[eddiemunsonjosephquinn]

Test Drive Part 1

Alexis Mitchell, Mavericks daughter has to stay with her uncles, Bradley and Jake for one month. What happens when Alexis decides to take their car on a little test drive?

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After my Uncles taught me the basics on how to drive, i knew I was ready to test my acknowledgement. The only problem is that i'm only 14 and don't even have my drivers permit. But is that going to stop me? Of course not! I'm pretty good at test driving stuff and driving a car should be easy.

I know what you're thinking. 'They would never let you drive by yourself' or 'they will kill you if you took their car'. And yes both of them are probably true. They don't have to find out though if i did it at night. They both go to sleep really early, that would give me enough time to escort out the plan.

It was certainly 7:00 at night. I was actually extremely tired, but that isn't going to stop me and my plan. I was watching a movie with my Uncle's. It was called 'Down Gun' a movie about top gun pilots. The same field as my family. Uncle Bradley looked down at me smiling. "Jake, how did we get so lucky with the best niece in the entire world." Jake grinned. "I don't know babe, but she really is the best. It makes me wonder if we will ever have children," He said with an exasperated sigh making Uncle Bradley roll his eyes.

"Babe we just got married. And plus maverick and Ice didn't have her until they were in their mid thirties we still got time." I smiled. It makes me feel almost a little bit bad about what i'm going to do with their car.

"Alright kiddo, I'm going to head up and get ready for bed. We got to go by the station tomorrow so Jake and I can fix up that pilot we've been working on." I gave out a fake yawn. "Okay, I'm going up to my room also, so i can work on my homework that Mr. Cruise gave us to finish over summer break. What a jerk ill tell ya."

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I checked the time and it was now 9:00 i was certain they had fallen asleep. And now was my time, to test drive that car. I got up and put my shoes on. I then went downstairs and grabbed the keys off the hook from the kitchen.

I checked to make sure i didn't hear any footsteps and when i didn't hear any, i carefully opened the front door.

I took a deep breath and started the engine. 'Why was this so dang loud' i mumbled under my breath. Okay i got this, just remember what they taught you. Keep your hands on the steering wheel at all times and to always face the road.

I pushed on the gas petal a little so i was only going a little bit fast. All of a sudden i hear sirens behind me. What did i do wrong? I slowly pulled over to the side and rolled down my window. "Mam i just wanted to let you know that one of your head lights is out." He informed me. He then took a quick look at me. "Kid I'm going to need to see your license please," Did i look that young for my age? I swallowed. "About that I forgot to bring it with me." I lied. He gave me 'are you serious look' letting me know he didn't believe me at all.

"I'm going to need you to step out of the car," I internally groaned but did what he said. "How old are you?" He asked, raising his eye brow at me. That's when I panicked. "Look ill be totally honest with you. My two Uncles taught me how to drive a little earlier. I'm 14 and about to be 15. But i wanted to actually drive by myself so I did but then i got caught. Please don't take me to jail! They will kill me." He chuckled slightly. "I would usually arrest you but since you only drove a little bit out of the neighborhood I'll just drive you to them." I let out a slight relief. I nodded thanking him. "Wait are you going to arrest them?" I asked. "No, because they never knew about this. It wouldn't be fair."

"Also don't thank me yet kid. If I was you in this situation I would want to go to jail. My parents would have killed me." I chuckled. He opened the back door and i got in. "Where do you live?" He asked. "Creek hill 590 northwest drive." He nodded. "You don't seem like a type of kid to do this." I shrugged. "Usually i'm not. But my curiosity just got the best of me i guess."

We arrived and i saw my uncles on the porch not looking in the best mood. I swallowed, i was in deep shit. We both got out and headed towards them. Uncle Bradley yanked my wrist. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I whimpered. I looked at Uncle Jake for help but he just shook his head in disappointment and motioned me to go inside.

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This is my first ever book written on here so i hope you all like it!

[the-firebird69]

Trying to remember Lord John remillard tried to get the surgical suite from Concord Massachusetts and he thought he did he took the walls out and he took the equipment and he thought it matched it was the right room no. He was two floors down or one floor down

In the song my name is Luca comes to mind and she's trying to use it as a threat it's absolutely true and Hera went nuts on her and it worked now Trump is upset in the max say that's reserved for us.

-there are several other things happening. What is there looking at this Harley-Davidson idea of bringing back the 883 a.m. a lot of people want it including Mac Daddy and then so our son and daughter asked how the owners who own the company let's take a quick vote who wants at least the 883 engine to be in production she's asking for a vote please place your votes now.....

Ben Arnold yes

Mac Daddy yes

Bja yes

Aaron Minke yes

Terry c yes

Original founding person to just not have ownership Dolores yes

Our son and daughter the original designers yes

Bob seger assisted with the design and engineered it yes and for his wife who is missing yes

There are more but for now this is probably 90% of the stock ownership and 80% of the people involved in creating the bike others are casting their vote now

John Gallagher and he created the windscreen the seat and other items on the early Harley-Davidsons yes

And for my sister who is missing she helped design the Sportster yes

The women Sarah Alicia Tricia who helped design the Sportster yes

Several people who had assisted designing the cruisers and other big hogs chip from San Diego yes, Steve ahern from Otis yes, Blake hodus who helped design the motor and it was very important yes will and Bill who did the final engineering and made some changes that were drastically needed they say not that bad but needed and stop having correct us and they're saying okay yes, Tommy f who came up with the color scheme and gas tank and her son and daughter say it's one of the biggest aspects of Harley-Davidson and for the cruisers too and he says yes and he appreciates the combination, JC and Mary who headed up the team primarily no but they had several design aspects mostly the electrical and primary ignition and our son and daughter are going to say yes because they would and would say we don't see why there would be a reason why I would say no would you find one. And there's several of us so I'll say Thor and Freya and our conjuring and there's several of his cadre race really Frank Castle hardcastle Duke nukem Blockbuster in about 10 more of us he says five women and five men yes for all of the above, Jason and Lily yes and they designed the tires and it was very good design and has been a staple for road tires since oh, Neil adamiak his signature chroming method worked very well for Harley-Davidson and he says yes even if our friend doesn't understand every single damned incident that ever happened in his very short lifespan so far, Garth Myers and sister Corrine yes and they helped design the color scheme with Tommy f and they came up with a special way of presenting it now they wanted to widen the forks and it made it to staple and Hallmark and with the tank and the forks it almost sold the bike completely, The Rock and wife yes and they help the sign the actual profile to be like a chopper when it first started coming out yes and there's more and the chopper design is for speed

There are more and we want you to submit it to Mac Daddy and he can share it with people and if there are any nays

And we're asking the max involved and one is not the screaming guy several of them are submitting in a secret ballot they're about 20 involved so far 10 are saying yes around 10:00 and now now there's 12 and that's a bad number so you have to move on you're up to 14 who say yes one is blabbing and they're increasing the tempo now you have about 16 yes and Mac will have to try and get them to verify it and the waiting for the remaining four who they say we're not on board the plane thank you and he's really tired and punchy exhausted needs more nutrients has been poisoned and threatened to rags and they get that. I believe we have 20 yes. There were some people funding it and some of them are not around Daniel says yes Hope design the motor and insisted on the tie downs and our son didn't know why until later so they had to put them in and he wants in on the action so we are going to request ability to make the 883 and others are too and initial investment into the 883 it's just like with every other new motor very welcome his funding then we'll try to match others will too they say including the max and besides Trump's three and Lori and several others there are about 15 women two of them are always around and it is Jenna she helped with the color coordination of Harley Davidson to make it block letters and to make it clear and with the Chrome lettering she says yes, and the two playing The joker and Harley Quinn are saying yes and they helped study it and test it and put rubber grommets in when needed and it was needed in case you bought him out and people bought him down yes and yes, Justin says yes and says I'm in a movie and people like it and I'm in trouble and yes for his wife who we think is missing not Dead okay Justin, there's several others there's the girl who is friends with Timmy Doyle she came up with a smaller seat for ladies yes and her husband who came up with a kosher seed for men yes and he says we got to get him on board and we will, we don't need a smaller seed that's been explained, and there are several other women and several Mac women and a totally about 20 were involved some are financiers and want to finance and we will accept that and we're sending it to Mac Daddy. He's going to have a complete list of names and he's going to go through it and he is going to start to talk to manufacturers the motor is going to be very hot there's tons of demands already he wants to names in please confirm me the next 10 to 15 minutes to get it done and we're going to look for those who want to manufacturer on the list and stop making that stupid noise Chris you don't have a factory it says I'll use trumps you mean you'll have him do it no.. what will it be just look at the fax, I don't want to look at the damn fake facts and stop talking this way you stupid idiot so I'm going to try and get this done now I'm starting to get some in from my boys I'll say they're still alive and okay the obvious answer

Mac Daddy

Olympus

[watermelonlovershigh]

A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

Things to help you read this easier:

(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

(I pray that this photo doesn't get my account in trouble again. It's an innocent photo with no real nudity shown.)

Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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[nctseren]

🕒SEREN : 2-3pm | NCT 24hr RELAY CAM

"It's exactly 2:00 pm — well now it's 2:01 pm."

Seren is standing in front of the camera, which is on her small desk. She's wearing a blue sweater and pants, there is a white towel around her shoulders, and her hair is wet.

"I just took a bath. The water was so good that I almost forgot about you." she begins to dry her hair. "Johnny-oppa had to come to knock on my door to remind me."

She stops drying her hair for a moment to grab the camera, then walks over to her bed and sits down. With one hand, she holds the camera and, with her other hand, continues to dry her hair.

"These days, there isn't much to do because, you know, we can't go outside." she pouts. "So after practice or when I finish my schedule, I come back here, rest a bit, and then go to the 10th floor to watch movies or hang out."

"I don't really wear makeup when I'm at home," she says when she's done drying her hair. "Well, that's a lie. I do wear it sometimes, but I don't feel like doing it today."

Seren sets the towel aside and eases herself onto the bed, crossing her legs.

"You can see I have dark circles," she points under her eyes. 

"Ah, you guys, I've been listening to a lot of music lately — well, always." she laughs a little. "But lately, I feel more connected. I recently listened to Zayn's album again —yes, Icarus Falls, don't tell me you haven't heard it! — and I forgot how great it was. In fact," she starts laughing all of a sudden. "yesterday Taeyong-oppa entered the room and was scared because everything was dark and the music was loud. I was sitting like this and meditating... Yes, he was scared."

She is silent for a moment. "I don't know what to do anymore— it's embarrassing to admit that. I already ate, Doyoung-oppa is in his room, but I don't want to disturb him. Johnny-oppa is getting ready because he has things to do, and Taeyong-oppa left early." she sighed with mock sadness. "I only have Haechan left ..."

Another scene appears in the video, Seren leaving her room and bumping into Haechan coming out of hers.

"Did you just wake up?" she looks surprised. "Yah, you have to sleep early. Czennies, Haechan played until 4 am, again."

"They know that's my bedtime," Haechan scoffed. "And I woke up half an hour ago, but I'll go back to sleep in a while."

"No! You have to keep me company."

"But I have better things to do!" He whined.

Seren shot him a look. "Go away then, and don't talk to me ever again."

The next few seconds of the video are Haechan hugging her and asking her for "forgiveness" as they made their way to the kitchen.

(...)

They both sit at the table— there are various plates of food and fruit. Haechan brings his face closer to the camera with a big smile.

"Well, now this is Haechan 1.0 Relay Cam. They'll watch me eat while Sohee admires my face."

"Very funny."

She moves the camera away from him and places it on the table, focusing on both of them.

But he ignores her. "Auntie left me some prepared food. I love her."

"I love her even more."

"You just want to fight."

Seren rolls her eyes and grabs a plate of grapes. Haechan takes a plate of food.

"What are you going to do when it's your turn?" she asks him, stuffing the fifth grape into her mouth.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "I told Johnny-hyung to do it with me. And now you have to be there as well."

"I doubt it."

"Ah, noona!" he begs.

She laughs and moves closer to the camera. "Czennies, pay attention. This is what he does when he wants something from me. He never calls me that, only when he wants something."

"You never want to appear with me," Haechan complains. "The same thing happened last time. You preferred to go out with Jaehyun-hyung."

"You didn't invite me last time." She responds defensively, but there is a smile peeking out. "Like, we ran into each other in the elevator, and you just complained. Besides, we're together right now."

"If I were Jaemin ..." he mutters, taking a big bite out of his food.

But Seren hears him because, after that, she lets out the loudest laugh, and when she moves her hand, she accidentally hits him.

"Haechanie tends to get jealous because he swears that Jaemin is my favorite now."

Haechan frowns but still seems to want to laugh. "I just finish this meal, and trust me, the rest of the week I don't speak to you again."

He was obviously joking because not even a minute later, they were both chatting and laughing like nothing.

"After this, we should play fifa," he says.

Seren immediately denies it. "I don't play with bad losers."

"Once! That was once!" he defends himself. "And I don't know since when did you get good."

"Jungwoo taught me." She responds happily. "He said, and I quote: so you can finally kick his ass— butt! I meant butt."

He lets out a big snort. "I'm better than him."

"I highly doubt that."

After what seemed like an eternity (to her) of waiting for Haechan to finish eating and hearing him say that "he was definitely better than Jungwoo" they finally went to sit in the living room.

She adjusts the camera so that it focuses on both of them, and he takes the remote control to turn on the television.

"Hey, don't you dare turn on the game!" she sits up and frowns at him.

Haechan pouts at her. "Please, just for a bit. Think about this: the Relay Cam is almost over, and czennies want to see us play."

"They don't want that."

"Yes, they do," he raises an eyebrow. "You think they don't want to see two competitive Geminis play a video game that makes them fight?"

Seren blinks for a moment and then looks straight into the camera. "Shame on you If you want that, guys. I actually don't like fighting with you," she looks at Haechan for a few seconds and then smiles. "but I do like kicking your butt."

She didn't have to say more, Haechan immediately turned on the video game. For the next few minutes, they play (and she calls him a cheater several times) until her phone rings, and when she picks it up, she sees the time.

"It's 2:58!"

Seren shows her phone to the camera. Her lock screen is a photo of a bunch of beautiful butterflies.

"Before you finish this, they should know that I'm beating you," Haechan smirks.

"I can defend that— it's early, and I'm not me right now..."

"Early!?"

She covers his mouth. "You're also a cheater. Anyways, czennies, I hope you liked my —OK, our— Relay Cam. Please give tons of love to our members Relay Cams, too."

"Bye!"

————FEATURING OTHER RELAY CAMS!!

🕒HAECHAN : 2-3am

she is mentioned

he said that she had agreed to appear on his relay cam, but when he went to her room she was already asleep

"i will get my revenge"

after a while she is mentioned again

he's telling his stories

and then he says he was very nervous when he met her

because she was known for her dancing and at the time he was new — so he was intimidated and didn't know what to say

🕒TAEYONG : 10-11am

again, she doesn't really appear in the video

but her voice is heard

when taeyong is lying on his bed, she asks him —in a really soft voice— if he wants to have breakfast

then her voice is heard again when he is feeding his fish

she is giggling while saying "cute, cute, cute"

and taeyong calls her cute too

[k347]

| Evanstan- One Shot |

Notes To Self

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Warnings: None. Maybe... a lots of fluff??😙

Author's Note: This drabble contains a lot of references from interviews and articles published in real life. But I don't mean to project any of this in the actual-incidents or life of these two people. This is a work of fiction, purely a fragment of my imagination. Please treat it as such.

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Summary :

Chris Evans just got a few days off from the busy-hollywood-actor-schedule, so he is staying with his boyfriend in their NYC apartment and cherishing every bit of this time. Today Seb had a few press related work commitments and Chris got to see the professional-Sebastian Stan in his element, which he loved! But Chris loves THIS more. Being tucked into the same bed, quietly listening to Sebastian's strong heartbeat among the faint sounds of late NY traffic. He lets out a soft chuckle when an exhausted Seb ocassionly mutters something romanian in his deep sleep. It's incredibly charming and at the same time it is calming and soothing. Chris knows it's past 01:00 am. He should probably stop staring at his beautiful boyfriend now and go back to sleep. Especially when both of them have planned to go on an early morning stroll tomorrow. But before that, being the introspective guy he is, Chris decides to pen down some of his thoughts on paper!

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From the Journal of Christopher Robert Evans -

29th November 2019,

To-do-list, Daily Notes and Observations for future-self :

🔸Try to match clothes with Seb more often

🔸Especially the maroon, because he looks smoldering HOT (🔥) in that colour. It brings out the passion in his eyes.

🔸Try to get involved and a front seat in the room whenever Seb does his next photo-shoot. EVERYTIME! It might sound like a slightly perilous idea considering the tabloids, but it'll be totally worth it.

🔸Although I know he subconsciously looks and acts like he's in a photoshoot 24/7, there's something about him posing infront of a camera, being sinfully pouty and intensely gazing that increases my heart rate and makes the butterflies in my stomach invite some more fireflies 🔥

🔸Go to the gym together frequently. This shoot just reminded me of how deliciously distracting he can be while working out. Holy shit, I need to make it our quotidian routine!

🔸Buy some more Armani bath-robes. Just do it. Maybe one of those David Yurman necklaces, too.

🔸NEVER argue with Seb about roads in New York. He clearly knows better, so he'll always win. In addition to that, he'll always remember your dumb-ass-fight and give an ode to that in his cute-dorky-short videos by making a guy ask him about '4th and Lex'. That unknown-model/stranger apparently represents my ignorant attitude towards the travel advice given by this self-proclaimed 'Best-New-York-tour guide' (😅) God, he's such a dork, my dork!

🔸Buy him a customised T-shirt that says 'Chubby-Dumpling' or 'Dumpling-Man' or maybe both. The nickname from the fans in China still gives him full-belly-laughs.

🔸On your next Boston trip take him to the REAL Dunkin Donuts.

🔸Always stash the freeze with Pizzas and donuts and hot dogs whenever he's having a cheat-day

🔸After a big cheat-day lunch he'll insist on not having anything for dinner. He'll be pretty kin on that. But don't listen to him. Make the romanian bouef-salad recipe you got from his mom. He always caves in with that one! He did today, too.

🔸Interviews for magazine profiles don't always go really well. I've also had my share of bad ones. When things like that happen, don't let him overthink and over analyse it. Seb himself can be a bit capricious at times and every interviewer can't capture the accurate image of a person through his/her writing from an hour long interview. But not everyone gets the privilege to understand,admire and adore this soft, pure, a little shy, beautifully complex and precious soul.

🔸Despite of being an amazing, talented and wonderful human being, Seb will doubt himself at times. Have mercurial mood swings because of it. It's a part of how the human brain functions.

🔸As excruciating as it is for you to witness, don't rush him through that. Let him complete his own thought process, but also never leave his side during that time. Hold him, be there for him. Just like he is there for you, always.

🔸 Seb moves around, paces a lot when he is nervous. Licks his parched lips, tossles his hair. In all honesty, he is more fidgety than Dodger during a haircut!

🔸So when his negative thoughts start to proliferate, give him some extra warm hugs. He says those help and also because you can't help it!

🔸Be an anchor for him during all this turbulance.

🔸Cuddle on that spacious, heavenly couch in the apartment till all of the brain noises settle down.

🔸Then make Seb realise how fucking PERFECT he is and try to erase each and every one of the insecurities he has about his physique and not putting on enough muscle

🔸Tell this sweet, kind, gorgeous man that he's not '50-miles behind' anyone. He doesn't need to compare himself to anybody else, simply because it's not fair, to THEM!

🔸Nobody can ever be compared to Sebastian, because he truly is the one and only♥ He doesn't need to worry about the ego maniac-races in Hollywood️ because he is playing in his own pro-league! Make sure to always remind him of that.

🔸Whenever people compliment him, Seb acts polite and then often internally wonders if they are being obsequious. But do it just right, with a few yet genuine words and he'll turn into an adorably blushing goofball. Try to bring that look on his face as much as you can.

🔸 Last but not the least, Love him. Just Love him. Treasure him, spend time with him as much and as often as you can, till the very last second that you're breathing. You'll never be able to figure out how you got so lucky to get to be with this actual angel of a human being, so don't wreck your mind over it. Seb is the universe's blessing to you. Never dare to forget that. And try to improve yourself each and everyday for him. Because Sebastian Stan, truly does deserve the best!

🔸Ohh, and also remember to buy some bigger blankets. As cute as the cashmere ones are, they can't endure the New York winter too successfully❄ Mackie was right, our apartment needs some dude-sized blankets. But for now, the snuggles will have to work.

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This drabble was conceived because of a picture of Chris Evans in the beautiful chestnut sweater 😂 And this old Marie-Claire Interview

Seriously though, I was actually trying to write a funny one-liner post because I saw the newly surfaced knives out pics and Chris looks so Handsome in the maroon sweater😍. But it just kept getting bigger and turned into this thing😅. I am seriously insecure about my writing skills, so thought of keeping it to myself. But then I decided to post it because some parts of the Sebastian Stan Fandom are in desperate need of positivity 💚

I also scrolled through the 'Chris Evans Thesaurus' (that's what I call his twitter account 😄)for half an hour looking for his trademark words just so I could make this Journal-Entry sound like it's coming from him! (I love wasting my time on the little details!)😏

And if you haven't figured it out yet, I am leaning towards Mackie's side in the Stackie-Couch-debate😂

[pillsandelite]

Chuma loved to preach the sermon on Sunday. He had the presence and commanding voice to go with it; Ever since he was the class prefect in primary school. Chuma commanded respect from anyone around him. It wasn't until he got to the University did he polish his public speaking. He quickly switched his majors to religion. 

"I have found my calling," he said.

He will get up at 4:30 am. To say his devotions, kneeling by his bedside every morning. At 5:12 am, he brushed his teeth and took his bath. It was in no particular order. He would come down the stairs at 6:44-45 am Bible, in his Left hand, a proud smile on his face, and a worry lurking at the back of his mind. 

At 6:58 am, he positions himself by the entrance to welcome the worshippers; The flock to his shepherd. Chuma believed this approach would encourage his followers that they matter. A constant reminder that someone cares for whatever they were going through. And to remember that hand will never let go. At 7:05 am, the services bell ring out. The harmonious tone only a big dome bell could chime; The last call out to the late arrivers.

The position of the church was at what could be the centre of the village. The early missionaries constructed it in the 1900s. They did the best they could at the time. Most parts of the church structure have come undone. Rebuilding the church has been a slow project, one donation at a time. 

"Welcome"

He would sing as they made their way into the church. He shook hands and hugged a few. Always with that perfect smile on his face. He had learned to amplify a distinct atmosphere:

"A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul";

- Karl Lagerfeld

He loved that quote dearly and taken it to heart. Reverend Chuma will resume his position at the altar at about 7:25 am. The beaming congratulation looked on with eagerness to hear the Lord's word. To carry along with them for the week. His sermons were always so energetic and compelling. It drew a crowd around the village.

Today, the Choir was ready to offer up a song of praise and worship when called. The microphone is tuned and well-positioned. 

The very Reverend Chuma Odocha collapsed at the altar. Barely getting a word out at 7:27 am.

A piercing scream splits the deafening silence as the crowd beholds the situation. The church service crew materialize beside him. They begin by trying to see what help they could offer him.

"Please, who brought the white Peugeot parked at the back of the church?" inquired the first serviceman to the congregation, 

"I," answered a raised hand from the last pew.

"Please bring the car closer to..."

"He is dead!" announced the Second serviceman as he hurried to his feet. 

Another round of silence ensures. It dawned on the parishioners that it was going to be a very long Sunday. The church was soon consumed by murmuring and side comments. 

"What could have ailed him, he was such a vibrant man of 41," lamented the Choirmaster

"He was 38 years," retorted a female choir member to the chastisement from her mother, sitting at the back row. 

Wailing sirens of a hearse vehicle drown out their voice. All watched their beloved pastor board on a stretcher. Lifeless.

"I took care of it," Mr. Shadows reports over the phone.

"Chuma will no longer interfere with our plans. Please proceed with the schedule";

9:00 am met the Church goers of Matthias the Apostle in disarray. In a way, the unfortunate events of the morning had in themselves being a sermon; Delivered by the very reverend himself. Although not in the way they could have wanted. 

'Life is fleeting'.

'You do not have tomorrow':

"Don't give up in times of difficulty. Persevere on as there will be an end to these".

 - Edward Dunedin

[kenmas-consoles]

PURGE EPISODE II: BE CAREFUL WHO YOU TRUST

10:00

It had been more than two hours since Tanaka and Tsukishima's dispute, with majority of the members siding with the latter's decision to take refuge in the gym and Tanaka's outburst, it had caused the atmosphere to be eerily tense. Tanaka still unmoving from his spot by the benches clutched and glared at his phone so hard that the phone might as well break, onlookers would pity the phone in his grip as he held on it with a vice. The other members were all busy with other tasks but still stayed cautious and tensed everytime they so happen as passed by the buzzedcut haired boy in fear he might blow up on them.

Since the team had opted with Tsukishima's idea the boy was the unspoken "leader" of this little survival game as the boy likes to put it. Teams of two were made and taskings were settled upon to make sure that the whole team would survive the night.

Kageyama and (Y/n) would gather the food supply they acquired by rummaging through their fellow teammates' bags and distribute rations afterwards. Yamaguchi and Kinoshita were on look out duty, perched towards the windows of the gym to see if amy of the volleyball club members who left would make their way back to the gym or if someone looked to be a threat to them and made their way towards the gym. Lastly, Ennoshita and Narita were scavenging for tools, supplies or anything that might be useful to them at all by the storage closet. Then by nightfall each would take turns and patrol in shifts.

"I can't believe theres no reception right now" Narita said with a sigh waving his phone around in the air to see if he could get any bars.

"Quit doing that and help me out here."

"Alright alright I'll help, its just gah a little reception wouldn't hurt"

Ennoshita, who was carrying a small box looked over to his companion with a rather unreadable look before opening it up and looking at its contents, "They must've cut it off right after they sent the broadcast"

Shrugging at the response, "I mean maybe?" grabbing a box of his own his face grew solemn before looking up at his partner, "Hey. . . did you ever get the feeling that this was. . . I dunno like planned . . . and someone knew about it. . . and-and that we aren't locked in by accident."

"Wait. . . what do you mean? planned? knew? a-accident? you aren't making much sense." The dark haired boy said sweating and laughing it off dismissively with a slightly panicked look in his eyes as he went on carrying the box to the other side of the storage room.

"Someone locked us in on purpose."

Ennoshita stood a few feet away from Narita. The box carefully laid on the floor, his back was turned towards Narita. His second year companion couldn't see the expression the dark haired boy was making but he did note the split second Ennoshita had froze up.

Meanwhile. . .

Kageyama and (Y/n) were sorting through various snacks and lunches they had found in their teammates bags. Water was scarce and it was noticeable to anyone that two bottles of water wasn't enough to fit 8 people. The nearest fountain and vendo was literally just a few feet outsode the gym yet it doesn't seem like they were getting out anytime soon.

"This is stupid." Kageyama muttered under his breath.

"What is?"

"This," he gestured towards the food supply they had and at the two bottles of water, "We could be finding a way out but instead we're doing this."

"I-"

"Tsukishima is trying to stall us"

The girl met the boy's cobalt blue eyes and furrowed her brows trying to make sense of what he was saying.

"He could've told us to just gather the all the food and leave it at that but he's making us do ration counts and listings for this. . . we don't need to do that since this will definitley last us the night and he knows that."

The boy then cautiously looked around to see if there were anyone other than them before continuing in a lower voice, "The gym door. . . it locks from the outside with a key."

"Well. . . I know that," the female stared at him deadpanned almost judging in a way.

Kageyama's face twisted to a scowl from the look their manager had given him, "Dumbass, I'm trying to say that we were purposely locked in. . . someone," his face hardens before continuing his words, "Someone used the key and locked us from the outside."

"I-impossible the key's in my bag a-and I thought it was jammed"

"I did too, before that lamppost told me to stop before the hinges broke.”

The girl bit the inside of her cheek not liking where this was heading, “Do you mean to say-?”

“That bastard locked us in.”

Going back to Narita and Ennoshita

“That’s absurd”

“I'm not saying that it is but It’s a possibility though. . ."

Ennoshita's legs were unnoticeably shaking as he carried another opened box to the side of the room. The boy's mind was clouded with thoughts at the moment and momentarily forgeetting about this loose floorboard that he was unconsciously heading towards.

A jolt woke him up from his almost spellbound trance his thoughts ensared him in, the next moment he had found himself in pain wincing as his elbow collided with the floor. The floorboard continued to squeak as his body weight still put pressure on the wooden tile.

The boy ignored the searing pain by his elbows and prepped himself up by his forearms.

“We ought to do something bout that wonky floorboard.” Narita said offering his hand for the latter to take, “But now that I mentioned it. . . It’s my first time seeing that loose board.” The boy thought aloud.

The two shared a look before inspecting the floor. Running his hand over the creaking surface Ennoshita felt and irregular bump over the surface, sharing a look with his companion the boy audibly gulped before taking the board in his two hands and lifting it up a bit.

An object wrapped and covered with a white cloth lay before them in the place of the now missing tile. Narita dared to touch the unknown object but when he had lifted it up the cloth fell of revealing a M-60 revolver with a single bullet.

The two boys shared a panic look.

"Now do you believe me?"

Meanwhile with (Y/n)

(Y/n) had just finished her chat about Kageyama being suspicious of Tsukishima. The boy went over and joined Yamaguchi and Kinoshita on look out duty leaving the poor girl all alone.

She couldn't help but be paranoid at the words Kageyama had spoken. She was looking around to see if others were looking at her general direction before stalking of to where she had left her bag.

'Please don't be true, please don't be true' the girl pleaded in her head as she rummaged through her bag looking for the gym keys. Her eyes widened and felt her blood run cold as she didn't feel it anywhere. She quickly took of all the contents of her bag and still nothing.

A small 'ding' emitted from her phone, the screen lighting up enough to signal that she had just recieved a message.

'Odd' she thought as she vaguely remembers the others saying that there wasn't any reception anymore. Sliding her finger across her phone she had tapped on the notification to see an unknown number.

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7:19 (2 hours and 37 minutes prior)

"Hinata, I think your nose already stopped bleeding." Kiyoko, the dark haired female manager said as he inspected the boy as they made their way towards the nurse's office.

Hinata quickly removed the tissues that were plugged up his nose and started skipping. Yachi frantically waved her arms coaxing Hinata to stop.

"I-i don't think it's safe to run right after getting a nosebleed."

"Nonesense, its gonna take a heck more than a ball to the face to bring Hinata down, right Shoyo."

"Mn"

The four were just a little ways pass the gym and heading towards the main campus building when Kiyoko had abruptly stopped as one of her classmates had called on her from the halls.

The trio was only a few feet away from the two girls but they talked in hushed voices but somehow Hinata caught a hint of, "Class has been suspended today."

"Eh? Kiyoko-senpai?" Hinata called out towards the girl who was having a conversation with one of her fellow thirdyear. The girl shook her head before excusing herself from (R/n) who patiently and headed towards her underclassmen.

"I have things to do as they're calling for an emergency meeting in the teacher's lounge, Hitoka-chan I'm placing Hinata-kun in your care."

"Ehhh? did something happen??" Noya said pushing past Hinata and Yachi standing slightly infront of them in an attempt to get closer to Kiyoko.

"Apparently, class would be suspended for two days because of an emergency national protocol and the teacher's and student volunteers are going to have a meeting about it." She said before walking back towards her female companion who walked on the opposite side of the hallway they were in.

7:27

The door of the infirmary was standing before the trio. Nishinoya twisted the knob open and called out, 'obaa-san'. The boy then bounded inside the room after hearing no reply.

"Maybe she went home early after hearing the news." Yachi quipped with a finger on her lips in a thoughful manner.

" I don't know much about first aid but I'm pretty sure we gotta ice down that swelling on your face before it gets worse." Noya said.

Hinata was seated on one of the beds while Noya taped an ice pack around Hinata's head. Yachi was on her phone looking for news updates on the Emergency Protocol.

"That's funny, there doesn't seem to be any reception anymore," the girl said as she saw one bar on the upper left corner of her phone screen.

Faintly they could hear the sound of an alarm gradually growing louder and louder. The three had lifted their heads uo and peered outside the hallways to check what the alarm was about.

"Maybe it's a nationwide earthquake drill?" Yachi said.

"Uwoohhhh so cool." The boy had shouted while the alarm was blaring. Nishinoya was still looking left and right in the hallways as he saw a figure in black at the end of the hallway.

The boy had shook his head to see if it were just his eyes playing tricks on him, he turned his gaze back and saw that the figure was gone. Faint inaudible words could be heard from the intercom inside the nurse's room. The boy had just reentered with two of his other companions to hear;

"Any and all crime, including murder will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire and emergence medical service will be unavailable until 7-"

A loud bang was heard from outside the nurse's office as loud footsteps followed. Noya ran towards the door and locked it, switching off the lights and holding a hand up to cover Hinata and Yachi's mouths.

"ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴏᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ." The intercom finished before a shrill scream and a gunshot was heard.

Bonus:

(Y/n)'s text message

𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗?

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

➣ 【 Narita 】

【 Ennoshita 】

【 (Y/n) 】

【 Kageyama 】

【 Tsukishima 】

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Today is the best that I felt in a week and a half. I still have a cough but most of my exhaustion seems to have passed. And that is nice. On this eve before my birthday.

I slept okay last night but it was rough waking up. James had asked me last night if I was going to wake up at 7:00 and go to work with them or sleep in the extra hour. And I woke up in the middle of a dream when my alarm went off at 7:00 and was just like nope. I need that extra hour. And went back to sleep.

When I got up for real I got washed and dressed and made the bed. And checked on sweetp. He still seems to be doing good though I think he's very fat right now. I'm worried that he's swollen but I pressed all over him and he doesn't seem like it's bothering him at all. So I continue to hope that he is okay.

I left here and went and got breakfast. There was a lot of traffic on the way in but I was still on time so it was fine.

And the museum was great today. I was very excited to get to tell everyone about my excellent interview yesterday. And we have a new person who is a older woman. Younger than our old guys. But an established adult. And she's great. She would go with John on tour and then would be with me for the cannery.

And we spent some time talking this morning. And it was a really good way to start the day. Talking to her and John and just poking around. Having a good time.

Our school group walked to the museum, which always surprises me. But when they got there I brought them all inside and we got them all split up. And it was great.

I did not notice that they had gotten there early though. So once we were split up I just took my group and went to do my tour. And right after I introduced myself Jessica comes over and she was like you have 15 extra minutes. Oops. I didn't even think about it. I was just go go. So I gave the longest cannery intro I've ever done. Honestly maybe a little too long but it was okay. The kids were really excited. One of them had been to the museum a bunch and already knew a lot of it so he was able to also make them excited cuz he was excited to share. And I have them all do things like carrying the cans and really got into stuff that I don't always get to get really deep into. It was great.

And the rest of the tour was really excellent We did the machine shop they want to see everything. We even had a couple minutes in the middle to check out the car. Which I think helped a lot because we have been standing still for so long.

And once the tour was over I felt really good about everything and I took them to lunch and went to sit down and have a break myself.

I had my sandwich and just kind of played on my phone. I didn't bring any of my sewing stuff to finish the backs of my embroidery because I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to approach it. But that's fine.

The cannery went great. The new woman's name is Rosia. She's very nice. And I spent the intro of the cannery running her through the whole program and everything that was going to happen. And I kept telling her I know this is a lot that I'm throwing at you but you will get it and please don't quit. And she thought that was very funny. And the cannery was really good. The kids were super engaged and they were a lot of fun. Was having a little trouble with my printing presses but the green one is working a lot better than it was. The black one was embossing the type but not putting ink down and I don't even understand how that's possible. But it's fine.

After the cannery I did some oysters upstairs. Showed Rosia how to clean them and how we set them up. I made some cans as well. We have a new can form because the new lids are slightly smaller. But they fit so much better in the conveyor belt thing we have for sending them downstairs. So hopefully we don't have them get stuck all the time anymore.

I got to show off some of my wedding photos to Rosia as well and she was making a big fuss in that fell really nice. I feel like I haven't shown people our wedding stuff in a bit and it's nice to be able to show them off to a new person.

I sat downstairs with James for a few minutes and talked to Jessica. And we talked about the three new people she's definitely hiring in the two she's probably hiring. And she told me to not feel bad about taking other jobs and other hours because she's not going to be as strapped for people anymore. And that made me feel a lot better. Jake had gotten back to me this afternoon that he was going to send my interest to the groups that I had told him I was interested in working with. And we'll see what happens.

I didn't realize it was going to rain today. But it was raining really bad. I was having some issues with my sinuses when I was sitting down and I found that taking a walk for a minute helps a lot. So I took a little walk around the museum and stopped to tell Mike what I was doing and he said that if I wasn't too busy that I could look for any water on the ground. Because our roof tends to leak. And I did find a spot in the garment loft that is possibly bowing down. So I went to find Phil to look at it and we ended up talking for like 15 minutes about taxes and all that kind of adult stuff. He's really fun guy.

And then I talked to James and decided that I would come back for them since I didn't want them to have to bike in the rain. And I would go spend some time walking around the thrift store because I had a coupon.

I drove out to value village and I had a great time looking at all the purses. I didn't buy a purse because I do not need a purse. But I really loved that I was able to find four very bad fake coach bags. And one real one. I considered buying the real one because the leather felt really good but I don't need another coach bag. And I didn't really like the buckles that were on the strap so I decided that I would be responsible and not buy it.

I mostly have fun looking at the weird stuff and picking things up and poking around for an hour. And then I looked at the dresses and I found two that I really liked. One that's like Grecian and fancy and one that's a sweatshirt material t-shirt dress. And I feel very good about my two purchases and I spent less than $20 because I had a coupon and everything was good.

When I left it was still drizzling but I headed back to get James. I waited in the car for a little while until they were done and then we drove home.

When we got back here James made hot dogs for us and I would go and work in my studio fixing some dresses that have been on my to do pile. Some buttons need to be reinforced in a seam that had been torn. And once I did that I had some spaghetti. And James had to get on their podcast because they're going to have a special guest that they were really excited about. And I jumped in to starting to line the backs of my embroideries.

It took a really long time. Originally I thought I was going to put down pieces of fabric and having to iron them but then I realized that I could just pin them directly. With the folds on the scenes and I had to cut the fabric a few times to figure out exactly how to fit it all together but in the end I'm really happy with it. Took me two solid hours to hand stitch all of these backs on because I could not figure out how to do it on the sewing machine without the stitching showing through the front. And then once I was done all the backs I decided to line the entirety of the pockets because I thought that the weight would work better. And so I did make the pockets on the sewing machine and then hand stitch them on to the jacket. I started at around 5:30 and I finished around 7:30. It was a lot of fun honestly. I don't hand sew as much as I used to. Not counting embroidery. So it was a lot of fun too have this project and now it's completed. I feel really happy about that.

Once I finish that I show James and they finished their podcast pretty soon after that. And then they had another call for their little book club which I think is so cute. And I have been in bed with sweetp since then. I think now though I'm going to get up and go take a shower. I'm going to wash my hair so that I have clean hair for my birthday. Which is tomorrow. I can't believe I'm going to be 32. I have been saying I am 32 for like 3 months though so it doesn't feel as big but I have completed 32 years of life and that is pretty cool. We're about to start 33!

I hope you all have a great night tonight. Sleep great. I will see you tomorrow!