#sorry for not posting chat my iPad broke

[careyyss]

Hi drops this and runs except I take comically big steps which sound like a dog walking in a puddle of wet cement and move my arms like noodles and drops the 50+ layers this took me

[bowlofsoob]

O4 thank you, next — awkward fancalls

notes; all of soobin’s accounts are yn and all of yns accounts are soobin until the end of their birthday

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The call went through and you were soon faced with your two best friends staring right at you, or in this case Soobin, through your phone. For a split second you thought they were frozen from the way they weren’t moving until Hueningkai let out a screech of surprise and threw the phone.

“Hello?” You called out in a voice that wasn’t your own as you now had a view of their ceiling. A few seconds later Taehyun picked up the phone and slowly turned it to face them once again, but now both of their mouths were wide open.

“I can’t believe you’re Soobin,” Taehyun slowly murmurs, taking about a hundred screenshots, “Can you say my name?”

“Shut the fuck up and help me, Taehyun,” you deadpan, annoyed they weren’t seeing the severity of the situation.

“Don’t use his pretty mouth to curse!” Taehyun reprimands, “Now please make a cheek heart, I need a new profile photo for my stan twitter account.”

“I hate you guys,” you sigh, but you oblige.

“This feels like a fancall!” Hueningkai says as he claps, “Can you do aegyo?”

You’re about ready to hang up after that.

“Do you two believe me now?” You ask, nervously rubbing at your face, “What am I supposed to do?”

“Live life as Soobin I suppose?” Taehyun suggests, still intently staring at you, “Wow, his skin is beautiful up close.”

“I guess so,” you murder defeatedly, “Wait.”

You squint as the phone lights up with a notification. You tilt down the phone as it vibrates and you see your twitter username flashing across the top of your screen.

“Oh my god, I think Soobin’s texting me!” you gasp, “I’ll text you guys later.”

“Wait! How big is—,”

Thankfully, you end the call before Hueningkai can finish his sentence.

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ᝰ✧ — masterlist — prev | next

the reason the group chats/contact names are different is cus they’re on each others phones so hope it makes sense

comment on this post if i can use ur username in future chapters as a fan account!

୨୧✧ — author notes; sorry y’all my macbook fucking broke and i didn’t wanna type this up on my ipad 😭 GOT A NEW ONE THO SO FINALLY AN UPDATE FOR YALL

୨୧✧ — synopsis; in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

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[claythedoggo]

CHAT IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING ART:(((( IVE BEEN FOCUSING ON SCHOOL HOWEVER I DO HAVE A LOT THAT I NEED TO TAKE PICTURES OF SO I WILL SEND THEM WHEJ I CAN🔥🔥🔥 AND MY IPAD PENCIL BROKE SO ITS FINGERING TIME AND TRADIONAL

[sailormashiho]

Friday Nights

Pairing: tasm!peter x you

friends to lover | AFAB reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Peter had never been this late to your Friday night hangout before

Authors note: I broke my 3+? year streak of not writing because I’m sick of reading sub and dom rough pornstar esc smut. So beware, I’m extremely rusty at writing and most of this was written on my shitty iPad keyboard between 1-4am. Most likely has spelling and grammar errors! Also posted this on mobile so spacing might be weird??

Warnings: just messy loving passionate smut, a sprinkle of angst and a healthy portion of fluff

Wordcount: 2.6K

Friday nights were your absolute favourite, after a long week working your mundane job that took up all your free time, you finally had the weekend to look forward to. This meant being able to see your best friend and the man who you had the fattest crush on, Peter Parker. While his hours were much more flexible compared to yours, he used most of his spare time during the week to patrol as Spider-Man, yes, that’s right, you were head over heals for the man behind the mask of THE Spider-Man.

You met Peter not too long after the death of his Uncle Ben, a transfer student. After being seated next to him in one of your classes, the both of you almost immediately clicked, sharing a love for comic books and super hero movies. It only took 6 months for the secret to come out, not that you didn’t already have your qualms. Having no where else to go after a particularly hard night of patrolling, he sought consolation in you. After that, you became someone even more important to him, if not one of the most important people in his life.

Friday nights were yours, a time to relax and disconnect, for you it was to forget about your monotonous job, for Peter it was for him to forget about the fact that the whole of New York relied on him to keep them safe. For both of you, it was a night to reunite after a long week away from each other. The evening usually consisted of take out food, pyjamas, lots of chatting and usually ended with you falling asleep in each other’s arms.

This night shouldn’t have been any different, but by the time it hit 8:30pm, 2 hours after the usual time he showed up, you began to worry. Clutching your phone tightly in your hand, you waited for any sign, having rung him over 20 times already with no luck, anxiety burned in the pit of your stomach. He had never been this late before, the latest had been 30 maybe 40 minutes? But the longer you sat there worrying, the faster time passed, it was already 1am. You begin to pull at your hair in anguish, feeling the lump in your throat beginning to form before hearing 3 sharp raps to the living-room window of your apartment. Knowing that signature all to well, you jump up and run to the window, yanking it open in a fast desperation, letting Peter stumble in. Dropping his mask to the floor, he lets out a heaved breath “Y/N I’m so sorry, there were these guys who ambushed me just as I was about to head ove-“ you interrupted him by slamming your body in to his in a bone crushing hug, letting out a strangled sob. Peter stilled with shock, he was definitely expecting some anger, fully prepared to be sworn at and maybe a few punches to the arm as that was your usual friendship dynamic. This reaction was definitely unexpected, his heart quickly sank at the sound of your sobs and his arms wrapped around your body in comfort. You pull away from his arms, only to grab his face and place your lips to his in a feverish and desperate kiss.

Before Peter could even register what was happening, you’re reeling away, palms pressed to your mouth in shock at your own actions, tears still spilling from your eyes. “Shit Pete- I-… you don’t know how fucking worried I was” you let out a shaky breath before continuing “all I could think of was you hurt and all alone and I was just sitting around here waiting for you like an idiot”. Peter finally gathered himself, striding forward to envelope you in his arms again, “you are not an idiot Y/N” he mumbles, his left hand stroking your hair comfortingly “If anything, I’m the idiot, I’m the one who got bitten by a radioactive spider, got powers and decided to take on every criminal in New York City”. You let out a struggled noise that was supposed to be a laugh before letting yourself calm down and enjoy the serenity that being in his arms brought brung. “I thought I was going to be left all alone… I don’t think I’d ever want to live in a world without you Peter Parker” you whispered, feeling the lump in your throat quickly return at the very thought. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he pulls you back, his eyes sad and intense, “I’m am not leaving you, especially when there’s so many things I want to do with you, so many things I haven’t been able to say”.

Your cheeks flush at the sentiment in is words and you finally realise that you had kissed him only a minute or two ago in your frenzied state. Peters eyes dart around your face in attempt to read your sudden expression change, the silence in your apartment had become almost deafening. You eventually let your eyes meet his, a sheepish look now adorning your features, “I kissed you…” you uttered, only just loud enough for him to hear. It was now his turn to turn red, he had pushed that thought from his brain for the moment, wanting to focus on comforting you. “Yeah…” he responded in a similarly timorous matter, his hands were still holding you, his grip almost burnt, you felt hyper aware of the closeness between you. Noticing his gaze quickly flickering from your lips back to your eyes again, you gulp and unconsciously wet them with your tongue. Your hands were pressed flat against his chest and you noticed how well his suit was hugging his body, it wasn’t something you hadn’t thought about before, but letting your thoughts run wild while he was looking at you in such a way felt even more lewd, almost invigorating. Peter was the one to move first, letting one hand drop to rest on the dip of your waist, the other lifting to grasp the back of your neck and pull your lips towards his. Not quite meeting in the middle, he lets his ghost over yours, hesitating, almost asking permission with his actions. “Kiss me Peter” you utter with complete certainty, tone laced with need; not even a millisecond later, your lips meet once again, this time both of you aware of what was happening.

The kiss was hot and full of emotion, both of you letting out years of longing for each other, your hands were now tangled in his brown locks, pulling his mouth as close to yours as humanly possible. His hands had gone rogue, roaming every inch of your body that he could reach in your current position. Now having your backside pressed against the windowsill, your lips disconnect, only for his to find the bare skin of your neck. You tip your head back and let out a whimper of pleasure, the feeling of his wet mouth was heaven against your hot skin, his teeth grazed over your throat, leaving trails of red spots. “God I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like” he grunts, hands sliding under your shirt to grip your bare hips. “Yeah?” You breathe, his lips were now trailing over your collarbones, “I’ve always wanted you to taste me” you mumble. Peter uses this new position to pull your hips against his, you didn’t even attempt to hide the moan that escaped, feeling how hard he was adding to the wetness that was already pooling between your legs. Slipping a thigh between yours, he connects your mouths again, using his grip to rut your clothed lower half against the thicker muscles of his leg. You curse against his mouth, already feeling the burning sensation in your stomach, you were already close just from this. “Pete-“ you gasp, quickly dropping your hands to grasp his biceps, halting his actions. Scared he had overstepped your boundaries, Peter freezes in place, preparing an apology in his head already. Your legs were shaking as your tried to hold yourself up by your grip on his arms, slowly gazing up at him through your eyelashes. His breath catches at the hazed needy look you were now giving him, “I want you to be inside me when I cum” you rasp.

The sound that escaped his lips almost sounded like a whimper, he was sure the sight of his cock straining painfully against the confines his suit didn’t leave much to the imagination. He hastily made work of the material, not being gentle whatsoever to rip it from his body. You let out a weak giggle as he almost trips trying to get his feet out before trailing your eyes up his body, clenching your legs together at the sight of him now only in his briefs. “Fuck, Y/N are you sure?”, it felt as if he used every ounce of confidence in the last few minutes and had abruptly run out. His brain suddenly starting to run in circles about anything and everything that could possibly go wrong, most of all, he was afraid that you’d regret doing this with him afterwards. He didn’t just want to have spur of the moment sex with you, he wanted to be with you more than anything else in the world. Even if you changed your mind now, would what happened ruin the friendship that you two had built over the years? If you didn’t change your mind, would you be turned off by his feelings for you? Were his feelings worth sacrificing just to feel your touch, even if it was just for one night? As if you had read his mind, you step towards him, brows set in a worried frown, your hands find themselves gently placed on his hips in a comforting manner. “Peter, if you don’t want to continue, it’s completely okay” you say in a soft tone, “I just need you to know, that no matter what happens, you’re my best friend and I’m so fucking in love with you”. Your words were so tender, Peter almost felt like crying in relief, he grasped your face in his hands and kissed you once again, it was brief and loving, filled with as much emotion as he could possibly pack in there. “I’m supposed to be the superhero here, but saying that aloud scared me shitless, I’m so happy, I love you so much, thank you for saying that, I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you”. Your heart swells and a grin plasters your face, “show me Pete” you take a few steps backwards towards your couch, reaching down and pulling your shirt over your head in the process, “show me how much you love me”.

Blood rushes straight back to his cock at those words and he’s quick to follow you, as if in autopilot, his mouth for the umpteenth time today meeting yours. His hands were quick to follow, swiftly unbuttoning and yanking your shorts down, pants following. You could help but gasp at the suddennesses, one second he was standing, the next you were in his lap as he sat on the plush couch. Your bra was the next to go, one hand ditching it to the other side of the room and the other already making work of your hardened nipples, rolling them between the pads of his fingers. “You’re so wet baby” he mutters before attaching his mouth to one of your sensitive buds, he was right, the wet patch you were leaving on his underwear was growing and the feeling was driving him absolutely wild. “Need these gone now” you grumble, fisting his hair and dragging his face from your chest. Not even giving him a moment to register, you prop yourself backwards and tug down his briefs, his member now loose, slapping against his stomach and leaking pre-cum. Your hand shot out to grasp him, lubricating the tip with his own fluids, his head lulls back at your touch, he already knew he wasn’t going to last long with you. He had never been more turned on in his life and he had dreamed of a moment like this so many times before. “Peter, can I please ride you?” He almost came right then and there, never had he expected something like that to come out of your mouth, and although you sounded so innocent, it was so fucking lewd. His mouth gaped, brain suddenly completely empty, he could not think of a single word to reply to you with, you already had yourself propped above him. Finally finding himself, his hands find their way to your hips again “please” he almost begs. You give him a loving smile and let the head of his cock slide between your wet folds to lubricate it before positioning him at your entrance, slowly lowering yourself on him. Both of you choke back noises of pleasure, your hands were now gripping his shoulders so tightly there would probably be marks left in a few hours. His were still grasping your hips, guiding you until you had him completely sheathed inside you, your walls twitching slightly as they adjusted to his size. With both of you being so aroused, it took only a moment for you to accommodate to him and you began to roll your hips against his. “I love you so fucking much” he hisses as you breathlessly quicken your pace, sharing a hot wet kiss before pressing your foreheads together. Your legs were shaking, feeling weak under his touch and already so close to your release. You weren’t doing the best job at keeping momentum and Peter quickly took note of this and how clouded you looked “I love you too Pete” you pant, nails digging in to his skin. “Y/N, here let me try” he pecks your lips and loops his arms around your back to hold you upright, you give him a nod as he slips out of you, your juices dripping down to his groin. He quickly readjusts himself slightly before sliding in to you again, his hips beginning to jut in to yours at a more rapid pace. You let out a cry of pleasure as he messily plows in to you, his guttural moans also fill the room as you were both so close to your release. “Shit I’m going to cum” you shrill, clenching around his cock as it hit you so deeply, “me too, fuck you feel so fucking good”. Your peak crashes down on you and you find yourself burying your face in to the skin of Peters neck in an attempt to stifle your cries of pleasure. “Please cum inside of me Pete, I want to feel you” you beg, legs shaking as his continuous thrusts prolonged your orgasm. Peters messy pace became even more haphazard as his release also approached, he promptly yanks your lips to his and comes undone, his whines muted by your warm lips. His hips begin to slow as he comes down from his high, softening inside you and eventually slipping out.

You find yourself collapsed on his chest, both of you breathless and covered in sweat, the mixture of both of your cum dripping down your thighs. Although it probably wasn’t very fitting for the current situation, butterflies were blooming in your stomach. Peters fingers found themselves gliding through your hair, his heartbeat finally slowing to its resting rate. “This isn’t a dream is it?” He mumbles, eyes trained at the ceiling in a blissful daze, you giggle a press a gentle kiss to the base of his jaw “if it is, I hope I never wake up”.

[flyingcookierambles]

ideas that are impossible but hey i thought of them

continuation of my previous a3! post/wishful thinking regarding the best case scenario of a3! en continuing

not my idea but someone mentioned having a subscription type payment added to the game where subbed players get extra items and cards in exchange for guaranteeing the localization team income for the month. i don’t have anything against this, its a fine idea, in fact Obey Me! does it already and players get bonus items and access to the animated shorts on DevilTube.

my ideas tho are more of kickstarters that help fund the localization team. essentially we pay for ebooks. they don’t even have to have narration like “He moved to the kitchen and said...,” it could literally be very rough and like stage scripts ie:

                                        SCENE: Mankai Kitchen

JUZA: You made cake? Can I have a slice?

OMI: Sure, cut yourself a slice!

that’s it.

the amount of Acts translated can be split into something like Main Story Act 1 - 4 as a “bundle”/main goal, with getting all the Event stories, mini-chats, and Backstage stories as extra unlockable tiers. We don’t have to worry anymore about ranking of Event grinding or RNGsus giving us the correct SSR cards, we all get all the stories at the same time, we just have to actually pay money because these will just be regular books at this point. also, since there are no more rolls/banners for new cards, just letting everyone access the stories is fair i think.

in terms of distribution, while seeing that character’s emoting faces is great, i think that ebooks/the scripts being somewhere more accessible to the public like kindle or kobo or ibooks or whatever is better for archival purposes. having the app update just once or twice a year with more story content and all would be nice, but speaking from experience as a person who has already lost an online gacha game, having things tied to the app and the servers wouldn’t be good if CYBIRD/LIBER decides to finally really just pull the plug. for nostalgia reasons and since it barely takes any space at all, i still have terra battle of all things on my ipad. however, when i open the app it gives me a “can’t connect to servers” error message because the server’s plug got pulled, and i have to go to the wiki if i want to actually read the stories. so, having the ability to buy the translations as regular ebooks and having the ability to have it on your computer offline / having a personal copy forever is better than nothing/having to rely on the app constantly, even if we lose the “visual” part of the “visual novel” and just have a “novel.”

kickstarters could be held once or twice a year depending on the amount of the Acts/Main and Event stories that get grouped into a “bundle”/untranslated content is in the japanese a3!

again, i doubt that this will happen given how strict and weird japanese companies are sometimes, but it’s the best case scenario where we could still get updated translations from the official localization team where we bait LIBER with some money and also give the localization team some extra income bc i do follow a lot of official anime/video game translators on twt and half the time they’re contracted freelancers who get underpaid for the amount of work they do and i’d gladly give them some extra money.

extra:

that time that anime fans crowdfunded a kickstarter to get an osamu tezuka manga translated into english

that time that the Time of EVE sci-fi anime movie got kickstarted to be translated

that time that Nozomi Entertainment crowdfunded a translation and dub for ARIA

Operation Rainfall (god i feel old this was a thing when i was in middle school lol) (really tho if yall can try to play a rom of The Last Story or listen to music from it, it was fun i miss it but only because my wii broke and idk where in my house my wiiu is otherwise i’d play it again but dolphin is a pain to set up idk how lol) (i miss terra battle...) (can’t believe im planning to give money to apple arcade to play fantasian) (sorry for this rant lol but i guess ive been a mistwalker stan since middle school without really realizing it)

Welp that’s it, that’s all i got. basically our issues with A3! en’s servers were money related and it seems like the only way to try and continue something, even if it is a little pricey and takes some time, is to give money upfront and treat anything farther like a regular ebook that you would purchase.

also, quite unlikely altho 2020 was a bad year for LIBER’s jpn revenue due to cancelled events and such, if they ever do complete the story and shut the jpn servers down as well, i do hope that LIBER treats the jpn fans right and give them the story in some form as well, whether that be putting all the story on their website, keeping the app up, or literally just compiling everything into physical or digital books that you can buy and keep forever rather than just having the app disappear for good.

also, in a way, A3! eng fans aren’t alone in a server halt. the Taiwanese servers got shut down earlier this year it seems and many Taiwanese players have to migrate to the mainland China servers....

i’ll make an epic handshake meme of this soon. edit: ayyyy get your shitty handshake i made in like 5 minutes

[etherealwaifgoddess]

Puppy Love

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A continuation in the What He Wants universe where Bucky and you spend the weekend snowed in with your new puppy.

Warnings/ Content: definitely a warning (spoiler?) the puppy breaks his leg in the snow. It’s not graphic or very descriptive of the injury but it’s a topic and he’s gonna be just fine after the vet trip. But it’s still a little heart breaking because... puppy.

Word Count: 2518

Author’s Note: First off, a HUGE thanks to @lancsnerd who gave me the deets on how to post a fic with the “keep reading” option on an iPad. This fic would not have been posted anytime soon without her help. Also, @lancsnerd is a BRILLIANT fanfic writer so if you haven’t read anything of her’s yet you are missing out and should do so ASAP. Now about Puppy Love... I seriously meant to write just a sweet little fic about Bucky and the reader adjusting to puppy parenthood but.... I’ve been angsty lately. Sorry not sorry. When I was a little kid my dog broke his leg in the same way Poe does and got a little purple cast too. So that’s where that came from. If you haven’t read the rest of the What He Wants series it isn’t super necessary but I’m kinda in love with it so you can find the master list HERE if you want to check it out first.

Okay, I’ve rambled enough for now. Love you all & thanks for reading!! XOXO - Ash

Puppy Love

There was a distinct learning curve for all three of you when Poe arrived. You had visions of early morning snuggles, warm, and cozy in bed with your man and puppy. The reality was something very different.

“Oh no! Not again!” you scold as Poe tries in vain to wiggle his little butt under your blankets. It’s your first weekend morning with him and you just want to sleep in a little. Bucky had taken him out for his morning potty trip and now he was ice cold and far too wiggly.

“Come on, he just needs mama snuggles.” Bucky protests on Poe’s behalf, giving you equally sad puppy dog eyes.

You grumble but make room, allowing both man and beast to slide into the warm bed next to you. It’s barely a minute before Poe and Bucky are both restless and resort to playing peek-a-boo with the comforter. Cold air hits your bare skin and you squeal, displeased with the commotion in your bed. Giving up on your dreams of warm, snuggly weekend mornings you get up to find clothes and start the coffee.

“My boys.” you call out affectionately from the doorway when you return. Bucky is sprawled out on his back with Poe flopped on top his chest, having apparently worn each other out with their play. You set the coffee mugs down on your dresser and pull your phone off of it’s charging station so you can snap a few pictures of the saccharine sweet domestic scene. Bucky grins up at you from the bed and extends his right hand, beckoning you to join them.

Bucky straightens up so you can hand him his mug and Poe reluctantly shifts down onto his lap. He hasn’t bothered to put his prosthetic on yet but he did carefully pin up the empty sleeve on his left; there will be no risking leaving it down in bed and having Poe think it’s a toy again. “I think the snow’s almost here. The wind was picking up a bit while we were out earlier.” Bucky tells you.

“I hate March snow storms, just when you think we’re done… Nope! And I’m sorry it ruined your party, love.” You kiss his shoulder gently to punctuate your apology. You had spent an hour on the phone with Pepper canceling and rearranging everyone’s plans the night before when the severity of the pending storm was confirmed.

“It’s not a big deal, we can go up in two weeks and it’ll be just as fun. ‘Sides, I’d rather spend the weekend curled up with you two anyway.”

Shooting him an indulgent smile you lean your head to rest on his shoulder lightly. As much fun as it would have been to see everyone again, a quiet weekend at home to get adjusted with Poe is a much more appealing option. Bucky is, as you suspected, a completely over the top puppy-dad. He had spent the better part of his nights the past two days finding “the best” dog care items out there from a feeding bowl with a time release function to a cozy dog bed that looked like an actual human bed. Toys were coming in endless supply as well as books on training and Bucky had already started talking about moving Poe onto a “filler free” puppy chow as soon as possible. It was all a bit over the top but Bucky cared so much, you didn’t have the heart to dissuade him.

By noon the storm was in full swing and so were Bucky’s efforts to train Poe. The books all agreed that formal training should wait until he was a little older but Bucky was determined to teach him the basics. So far you had been lucky with no accidents and he wasn’t big on barking so that left what Bucky deemed the “fun” bits of training like responding to small commands to sit, stay, follow, speak, roll over, and shake. You watch quietly over the top of your book as Bucky sits cross legged on the floor with Poe trying to teach him “speak”, mimicking a yipping sound to encourage him. It’s tempting to get a quick video of the ridiculousness for the Avengers group chat but you resist the urge long enough that they moved on to “shake” before you can.

Eventually Bucky hops back up announcing it’s time for another potty break, scooping Poe up in his arms. Bucky dresses him carefully in the little red and black flannel dog coat he had purchased for him, insisting it’s too cold for a tiny dog outside. Bucky had been amazed by next day shipping and the plethora for dog items on Amazon. Not that you had any room to talk, you had found a Bucky-sized coat that matched Poe’s exactly and it was due to arrive later that afternoon. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up and their twinning is guaranteed to bring you endless amounts of amusement each winter.

They are only outside for a minute when you hear a sharp, high pitched yelp followed by Bucky screaming Poe’s name. You bolt up from the sofa, forgetting the blizzard outside and racing into the storm. The ice and snow bite at your sock clad feet and the wind hitting your face stings like needles. You yell for both of them frantically, fearing the worst, until finally Bucky comes into view holding a crying Poe in his arms. Bucky is a mess, eyes large and watering from more than just the storm, his expression panicked. “He got a little far out so I called him back and he was being a good boy and listened but he when he jumped back up on the patio he slipped on the damn ice and fell off. He couldn’t get back up and he’s not letting me touch his back leg now. I think he’s hurt bad. What do we do?” Bucky rambles breathlessly, clinging to the tiny, whining puppy in his arms.

“Okay.” you steel yourself against your own growing concern. They both need you to be strong right now. “Okay, we need to get everyone back inside so we can see what we’re dealing with and go from there.”

Bucky nods and follows you back up to your apartment where you can better assess Poe’s condition. It’s obvious something is seriously wrong by the way Poe keeps his leg curled up close to his body and actually growls when you get within an inch of it. It’s his back right leg and Bucky has been careful not to hold him there. “Let’s set him down and see if he can put any weight on it.” you suggest and Bucky shoots you a look but places him carefully on the floor between you. Poe’s leg stays curled close to his body and he limps three leggedly towards his bowl. “I’ll call the vet now.” you say and Bucky hurries over to pick him up. You watch as Bucky carries Poe over to his food bowl and sits down with him on the floor to hand feed him so he can stay comfortable in Bucky’s arms.

The vet agrees he needs to be seen immediately and they have a 24 hour emergency clinic that can take them. Thankfully Poe and Bucky are already bundled up so as soon as you have your coat and shoes on you are out the door and slowly navigating the roads to the vet’s office. Bucky sits ramrod straight the entire ride, a haunted look in his eyes as he watches Poe, whispering a never ending stream of comforting words to him. His fear and worry are palpable and it’s heartbreaking that things have gone so terribly wrong just a few days into having him.

The emergency vet clinic is empty when you arrive and they take Poe back right away. Bucky glares down the nurse who requests she take him back for xrays and you step in. “Sweetheart, she has to do this. If his leg is broken we need to know.” you tell him softly, rubbing his back in a soothing motion. Bucky nods stiffly and hands over Poe to the patiently waiting nurse. “I know you’re worried, I am too.” you assure him.

“He’s just so tiny. And it’s my fault. I was calling him back and he was hurrying because he’s just such a good boy and then he fell...” Bucky’s voice cracks and he trails off, not trusting his voice to continue.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. “I know, love, I know.” You tuck your head below his chin, snuggling against his still cold coat and letting the contact comfort you both.

It is an agonizing ten minutes until the nurse reappears with Poe. They gave him something for the pain but encourage Bucky to not touch his hurt leg when he takes Poe back into his arms. She tells you the vet will be in to go over the results in a few minutes and thankfully the waiting time is brief.

“Hi folks.” a tall, grey haired woman announces as she joins you in the small exam room. “I’m Doctor Kate, it’s good to meet you, though it could have been under better circumstances.”

You shake her hand and give her a quick smile. She is the vet you were supposed to have Poe’s well check with next month. “I’m Y/N and this is my fiance, Bucky.”

“And this little guy must be Poe.” she reaches out to scritch Poe behind the ears affectionately. “So, we have bad news and good news.”

“Just give it to us straight, doc.” Bucky requests, his voice thick with concern.

“My kind of people.” Dr. Kate gives him a kind smile before continuing, “So your little guy did break his leg when he fell. He’s going to need a cast while that heals but the good news is that puppies heal amazingly fast. About half the time of an adult dog. So we’ll get you all back for another set of x-rays in about four weeks and hopefully the cast will be able to come off then too. Do you have any questions?”

“Do you have any care instructions for while he’s healing?” Bucky asks.

Dr. Kate nods, “Yep, I have a whole bunch of papers printed out for you to go home with. You can start reading over them if you want while we get Poe’s cast on him.”

Bucky thanks the doctor and trades her Poe for the stack of papers. You curl up under his arm to start reading along with him while the doctor takes Poe off to get his cast put on. “He’s gonna be okay.” You remind Bucky.

“I know, but… it’s still hard.” He sighs heavily, scrubbing a hand across his face.

“But we get through it. When have our lives ever been easy?”

Bucky huffs a wry laugh, “Yeah. Pretty much never.”

You tilt your head up to kiss him, needing the grounding connection of your lips against his. A sigh slips from your throat and you nestle in against him when you finally break the connection.

Dr. Kate returns a few minutes later with Poe who is sporting a small purple cast on his broken leg. “Do you have any more questions?” She asks handing the puppy back to Bucky’s eager arms.

You shake your head, “No, I think we’re good for now. Thank you so much for helping him.”

“That’s what I’m here for. You folks have a safe trip home.”

You shake her hand and gather your things to leave.

The ride home is more difficult in the storm than the ride there but the mood inside the car is significantly less tense. Bucky is talking softly to Poe who is looking a little more alert than he had been.

“You know,” Bucky tells him, “I fell and got hurt too, a really long time ago. It was scary but I’m okay now and you’re gonna be okay too. And you, lucky pup, get to keep your leg.”

You take a shuddering breath, trying not to become overwhelmed with emotion while driving. You know exactly what fall he’s talking about and it makes your entire body ache to think about what he had gone through at the hands of HYDRA because of it. How he can so calmly talk about it now is extraordinary but shows he really has been working hard to move on from all the trauma in his past, and god knows there was a lot of it.

Safely back in your apartment, Bucky sets Poe down in his new doggie bed and tucks him in with a tiny fleece blanket which is as necessary as it is cute. He joins you on the sofa where you're curled up to watch Netflix, burrowing in so that his head rests on your chest. You move your arms to hold him, his adrenaline rush from earlier is crashing now that everyone is home safe. Bucky helps pick out a show and you wiggle your way out with a promise to be quick so you can get two tumblers of whiskey. After an afternoon like that, a little whiskey is absolutely called for. With the serum degrading, he’s been able to feel the effects of alcohol again, a new and amusing discover for you both.

You cuddle up once again, letting him use you as a pillow, and hand him his glass. He’s picked out a documentary on the solar system and it doesn’t surprise you in the least. Bucky is fascinated by space and loves learning more about the world outside of your own. He sips his drink slowly and you can smell the sharp sweetness on his breath when he cants his head up for a leisurely kiss.

“He really is gonna be okay.” Bucky says with a long sigh.

You smile down at your poor worried soldier, “Of course he is. A few more weeks and it’ll be like it never happened.”

“Watching him fall into the snow… it was awful. Brought back some memories I wish I didn’t have.”

“I can’t even imagine. But you held it together. You helped our boy and got him to the doctor so he could get patched up. You did everything you possibly could have.”

“I know.” He says slowly, letting his mind catch up to everything he’s feeling, “I know I did. I think I just need a little time to process everything that came up today. It was a lot.”

“Oh, sweetheart, of course. We don’t have to do anything else this weekend except lay together watching space shows and drinking whiskey. If you want to talk I’m here, and if you want to just sit quietly we can do that too. Whatever you need, love.”

“Just need you.” Bucky says into your chest, nuzzling in comfortably.

You card your fingers through his silky hair, watching as your engagement ring catches in the low light. “You got me. Always.”

Tag list lovelies: @my-current-fandom-is @blacklightguidesnic @amazonianbeauty  @abswritesfandoms @rupestria @dark-night-sky-99 @ladyemofhousestark  ***IF ANYONE WANTS ADDED / REMOVED JUST LMK :)

[sarah-comic]

Just look at my old art I saw many like

OMG I'm so happy I thought it was really a bad art tho

Thanks you guys so much it has been a long time since the last time I posted my art and comic

Well back then I was really.. Well bad at draw on my iPad and some other things like the hater delete my fb, my dad broke my iPad and more bad stuff happens to me I was so sad so I stopped drawing... Time by time I got better and better maybe when the time comes I will come back again (sorry if my English is bad)

I have made a blog on facebook a few months ago and post some trash art on there if anyone of you wanna chat with me come there.

Well that's all I want to tell you :3

Thanks for supporting thing me

:3 Bye

[news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog]

11 good dogs FaceTiming with their humans

It's a scientifically proven fact that dogs love you. Yes, you! 

It's also known that dogs experience homesickness whenever we're away for too long. Oof, ouch, you hear that? That's the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces. 

SEE ALSO: The weird and wonderful world of relaxation videos for dogs

But you know what's incredibly healing? Seeing people utilize apps like FaceTime to chat with their furry friends. Finally, a near perfect use of smartphone technology. Below are some examples of the most uplifting interactions between humans and dogs over video call. 

1. A couple of good boys right here

my girlfriend fell asleep and me n the dog jus been talkin... pic.twitter.com/ZDqsx69syb

— sam (@spicegirlsam) February 6, 2019

2. Omw to steal your girl

it’s been plenty time my boyfriend left his phone and his dog be comin out of no where 😂😂😂 pic.twitter.com/3WBtmBLKgB

— a$aindollpothead 💕 (@babyybenjiis) February 7, 2019

3. Look at all the love in her eyes! 

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A post shared by Sadie Leigh Bennet (@sadie.b.the.doodle) on Jun 21, 2017 at 7:15pm PDT

4. Patience is a virtue

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A post shared by Zorro & Zita 🐾 (@zorro_the_jack) on Jun 25, 2017 at 9:41am PDT

5. A real family man

This is my dog realizing hes fting with me & my family because were away on vacay and look how happy he got. 😭😭😭😭😍😍 pic.twitter.com/ywXpE651iQ

— Edz (@deeeameddie) January 16, 2017

6. Oh no, my heart

7. Even celebs FaceTime their doggos

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😍😍😍

A post shared by ✌️ (@tomholland2013) on Oct 30, 2017 at 5:51am PDT

8. Don't worry girl, she'll be back soon

OKAY SO IM AT COLLEGE AND I WATED MY DAD PUT MY DOG ON FACETIME AND AS I WAS SAYING HI TO HER AND SHE LOOKED DOWN THE STAIRS TO SEE IF I WAS HOME BC SHE HEARD MY VOICE THROUGH THE PHONE...MY HEART BROKE😭💔 (sorry there’s no sound lol) pic.twitter.com/IF4FR3yN5R

— gillian♡ (@gillcalbi) February 7, 2019

9. Now this is true friendship

My bff and I made our dogs FaceTime each other. pic.twitter.com/kYMN2DAyBi

— Kelli Gunn (@jabroniii92) February 6, 2019

10. She's right there! 

My mom put the phone down and had me talk to my dog on FaceTime so then he crawled into my bed thinking I was home STOP IT HURTS pic.twitter.com/WXtVlfA2Jo

— kenz (@mykenziegaarza) February 6, 2019

11. A family who FaceTimes together

my mom broke her ipad so we use fb messenger to facetime with my nephew and my dog knows the ringing noise so he just sits and waits for them to pop up on the screen 😭 pic.twitter.com/KGwI4s9NFg

— ㅤً (@wantyoutilidie) February 5, 2019

While these interactions are peak Wholesome Content™, don't blame your pup if they're  unresponsive over the phone — scientists say that dogs have a harder time recognizing their owners' faces over small screens. 

A dog's sensory input is also much more attuned to your scent and tone of voice than visual images. According to a HuffPost article, dogs also process visuals 25 percent faster than humans. So when Fido looks at the screen, they may only be seeing a jerky, fuzzy picture of your face. 

That shouldn't stop you from FaceTiming your pet if you want to see their beautiful face, though. If you're worried about your best bud being homesick, know that if they can hear your voice, they most likely know it's you. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner, crying over all the love dogs have in their hearts for us. 

WATCH: Dogs are eating edibles in record numbers

[zmbkl]

Nano 17

Hello everyone,

Thanksgiving is winding down. I have two more tomorrow then it’s over.

I got home from work Wednesday and went straight to the office to get my new DnD book I ordered. It’s the new Xanthar’s guide. When I got there, the office was closing. The lady was locking the door, and told me I could pick it up Saturday. I was kind of mad because they aren’t supposed to close until five, but she was closing an hour early. I thought about complaining but decided against it. I’ll just go get it tomorrow.

On Thursday, we woke up early and headed to Modesto to see my family. We went to my house I grew up in, my grandma Vikki’s house. We talked to Vikki for a bit. I saw my brother and dad where there, their cars were there, but they didn’t say hi to me. I didn’t care. I wanted to get going quickly anyway. That house is still really destroyed. There are drawers that don’t work, the tile is coming up, and there are shitty hole patches on the wall. I try not to touch anything in there.

I think I shit on my family too much. I think it’s a self-serving prophecy. I hate that place and most of the people in it, so I only see the bad parts of it when I go. I dunno. I want these blogs to explore aspects of my character and why I am the way I am. I feel like my relationship with my family tells a lot about me. I don’t like to talk about them in person, and it’s very touchy when I do. Everyone I’ve dated has avoided it because it doesn’t go to good places when we do. They usually know about my distaste and they want to understand my distaste. But, I don’t have a good reaction to OTHER people calling my family terrible people. So when S/O’s bring it up, they try to talk about my family with the same distaste I have, and I don’t react well. On the other hand, if they try to tell me I should do this or that for/with my family I also don’t react well to that. I dunno. I have this contempt for them, but I also have protective nature to other people shitting on them. I just tend to keep quite. I don’t know if it’s healthy, but it hasn’t affected my life yet. It might soon though because I need to invite them to my wedding. They need to meet my in-laws and it’s gonna suck. I’ll make it work. I dunno.

We ended up going to my other grandma’s (my Dad’s mom). Everyone in my family calls her Nan. I guess it’s a short hand for nana, but we have never called her nana, just Nan. I went to see Nan. Alia and I ended up being the first people there. Nan is a quite person most of the time. It’s always weird visiting her. Vikki (My mom’s mom) is super vocal and talks for hours if you let her. Nan is the opposite. She is very deliberate, and isn’t great at conversation. It might just be me, but my dad had said the same thing. My aunt Lori came over next. She got there with her boyfriend, I don’t remember his name. Lori, nan, and I sat around talking about family. It was the first time I was honest about my feelings about my family with my family. I told Nan and Lori about how I don’t like visiting mom or dad. They oddly understood. This was weird because my dad is SUPER into family respect. My dad made me call my entire relative with their relationship title. An example, I couldn’t call Brad, Brad. I had to call him Uncle Brad. I couldn’t call my mom or dad, Mellissa or Brian, he got pissed when I didn’t call them mom or dad. I had to refer to all my relatives with or by the relative connection. I thought this for all the members of my dad’s side, so when I started talking about my feelings on my parents it was weird that they didn’t get defensive. I think they have also taken note of my dad’s actions and they aren’t pleased. Nan and Lori do very well for themselves and they’ve always had their lives together. They told me that they were surprised I turned out the way I did. I told them I hate when people say that. They didn’t mean anything by it, but I told them Mark (my cousin, Lori’s brother’s son) said the same thing to me years ago (like in 2010). I hated it then and hate it now. I dunno. I had a good time with them and then headed out after food.

I asked Alia if we could go visit my Ex, Jessica. I told her it would be perfectly ok if she wasn’t comfortable with it. She said it was OK, so we headed there next. Jessica was visiting her dad. Jessica and I dated for 5 years, March 2008 to August 2013. We met in high school. She got accepted to Sac state, and I was going to go to Davis. We decided to move to Sac and I’d commute o Davis. I got my acceptance letter to Davis and it was an amazing feeling. I ended up getting a D in my calculus 2 class. Davis took back the offer. I had ended up making up the class, but at that point I didn’t feel like going to Davis. I had convinced myself I didn’t want the debt or stress, so I just went to Sac state too. It was easier that way. Anyway, Jess and I moved to Sac in 2011. We both went to the same school. It was nice for a bit. The relationship got rocky. She took me to see her therapist for relationship counseling. That was the worst experience I’ve ever had.

I thought it was going to be an open ended dialogue about our feelings. I was asked if I had anything I wanted to discuss or if anything was wrong. I said no. I thought our relationship had troubles, but I felt like I was making a good effort to improve it. She would bring up a concern and I’d try to fix that concern. At the therapist’s, after he asked me if I had anything to talk about, He asked Jessica if she wanted to talk about anything. Jessica pulled out her phone and opened her note pad. She had a long list of issues she had with me. She began to rattle them off to the therapist. They were small issues. I didn’t charge the ipad after using it, I moved kitchen items, I fart, and I left a mess at my desk. She also brought up my interest in MLP which was another level of embarrassing. I got SO embarrassed I cried. I literally cried in front of her therapist midway into her list all the things I did that annoyed her. The relationship lasted about six more months. She started to see this guy in Berkeley. I found out about it a month later. We ended it. I moved out and in with Sherri, an old high school friend. I spent a long time getting over it. Jessica keeps telling me it was a mutual brake up. It wasn’t. I was always convinced I could fix it. Even when I found out about Jeremy, I still tried to make it work. When we broke up, I didn’t immediately fall out of love with her. It took a while. I still idolized her for a good three months after I moved out. I spent five years putting her up in my mind. I realize now how unhealthy that kind of thing is, and also how unfair it is to the person. But anyway, I still talk to her occasionally.

I’m confident I wouldn’t have gotten out of my home town without her help. She taught me how to save money, she helped me get my first job, she taught me to drive, and her dad fixed my car for free (when it cost $1,600 I didn’t have). Her dad also sold me my second car after we broke up. I don’t want to say she got me where I am, but she was a good influence. Seeing my other siblings and where they are, I probably would have been in worst off than I was if I didn’t meet Jess. She helped kick start my life. I did all the work. I went to work every day, and I studied my butt off. I recognize that she was an influence but the success I found was because I put the work in. I dunno. I hate the way she ended our relationship. Jeremy has since broke up with her, and she lives alone in LA. She still works her same part-time job three years out of college. I used to talk to her and see how she was doing. I would ask, “How’s the job hunt?” knowing full well that if she found something she would post about it on Facebook. I just asked to be passive aggressive. I’d ask her, “Have you made any friends in LA?” knowing she is not a social person, and it was probably, “No.” I was just bitter and wanted to get back at her.

I think I’ve gotten over the pettiness. I still want to be friends. She was a big influence on my life and I do sincerely want her to do well. It was nice to see her in person again, her dad too. It was nice even if he is a huge, angry, Trump supporter. They had such an influence on me; I just wanted to say, “Hi” while I had the chance. I might get a second chance. It was a short visit. When Alia was ready to go, we left. I was thankful I got to say hi and I was ok leaving quickly. I knew it was probably uncomfortable for Alia.

Anyway, we went back to Vikki’s. This time everyone was out and mingling. I talked to my mom, dad, sister and brother. It was short and pleasant. I found out Vikki chats with Mormons on Tuesdays. She lets them come over on Tuesdays and try to convert her. She said she isn’t interested, but it’s nice to chat. She also thinks she is E-mailing Tom Hiddleston. I dunno. I just let her talk. We headed to my cousin Mark’s.

I got to talk to him for a bit. He keeps ducking me. He might not be doing it on purpose, but we don’t have a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes. He keeps getting up walking around the house and leaving the conversation. It might be a coincidence, but it makes me wonder if he doesn’t like talking to me. I dunno. I used to look up to him when I was younger. He is four years older than me, so he was a big influence on me from age 9-14. Once he got out of high school, we didn’t talk much. He shaped a lot of my morals when I was young. A lot of them might have been rooted in patriarchal ideas, like don’t hit a lady or respect authority, but it informed a lot about my character when I was in early high school before I met Jess. I dunno. I don’t want to be his friend like I used to be, but he is a functional family member. I want someone I can talk about family stuff, who is from my generation (sorry Nan and Lorri), but we don’t talk. Meh, it’s fine.

We left soon after that. We were meeting our friend Cailin that night and we wanted time to hang out with her. We got home, met up with Cailin and watched scary game squad. It was a good day.

The next day (today) we went to Alia’s mom’s thanksgiving, but it’s getting late so I’ll talk about that later.

[disabilitypride-blog]

The beginning

The following is a copy of the Facebook post Jenny made the day after her daughter, Charlie, was thrown out of a pub for being disabled.

“Last night, my nineteen and a half year old, adopted, disabled daughter, Charlie, was thrown out of a pub - the Mash Tun in Brighton - for being disabled.   Charlie has two chromosome abnormalities and is a bit of an enigma.  On the one hand, she is very innocent, child-like and can't read or write but, on the other hand, she has a great vocabulary and wants to be a teenager, just like other young people her age.  She will never be able to do things on her own because she is vulnerable and unaware of consequences.

Anyone who has met Charlie will know that she is one of the sweetest people you could ever wish to meet.  She fits in anywhere and, when she is with me and my friends, she chats away (usually about Justin Bieber!) or quietly plays on her iPad.  I have always been able to take her anywhere and she enjoys a full life - going to theatre, concerts, cinema and other social events.  In the last week, for example, she has been with me to a pizza restaurant with 20 other people; to several cafes to meet friends; on an i360 flight on the opening day; to a funeral of a friend (Taylor) who was always lovely to Charlie and who, tragically, died of a heart attack in his late twenties and she has also been on the boat with lots of Taylor's friends and family trip to scatter Taylor's ashes.  (I was particularly proud of her because she has a lot of empathy and, of her own volition, she hugged and comforted Taylor's partner, David, several times as well as telling Taylor's brothers that she was sorry for their loss.) Charlie has also just been on her first date (accompanied by his parents) with a lovely boy, Harry, who has Down Syndrome.  She was so excited and they both say they are in love.

Such is Charlie's good behaviour that several of my friends have taken her out and, indeed, a friend of mine is taking her to the cinema on Wednesday.  This particular friend has taken Charlie to several events without any problem, as have other friends.

I adopted Charlie at the age of three with her two siblings and she has never willingly caused me a moment of trouble.  (I wish I could say the same about the other two - but that's a different story.)

Last night,  a good friend offered to take Charlie and me out for a meal last night.  After the meal, at 9.30pm, we were walking back to the disabled space where I had parked the car when we heard some music coming from the Mash Tun.

As it was a beautiful evening and it looked like a nice atmosphere, we decided to end the night by sitting outside the pub with a drink.  I always carry Charlie's passport with me because she doesn't look nearly 20 and I showed it to the doorman.  We then ordered our drinks at the bar.  There was only one other customer in the pub as everyone else was sitting outside on the benches.  As we were being served, I suddenly noticed that Charlie was crouching quietly (ie. not making a sound) on the floor with her hands over her ears.  I was surprised as it is not something I have seen her do before and she said it was because a sudden burst of loud music had startled her.  As I was telling her to stand up, the barman (who said he was the licensee) said she would have to leave.  I was shocked and explained that she was disabled, that the music had temporarily scared her but that she was okay now.  He insisted that she would have to leave because he couldn't have someone doing that in a pub.  He said it was Pride weekend and he had had to throw out at least three people an hour.  I said that Charlie had not even had a drink and that her behaviour was because she was disabled.  He insisted that she was not welcome.  During this conversation, my friend took Charlie to stand just outside the open patio doors.

I told the licensee about the Equality Act and that it was not right to discriminate against her because of her disability.  I explained about her chromosome abnormalities and asked if he would discriminate against someone in a wheelchair.  He said of course he wouldn't.  I said there is no difference between discriminating against a physical or a mental disability.  I said that she had only been crouched down for a couple of seconds and that no one had even seen, that she had not been in anyone's way (as I said, the pub was empty, no one had complained or even seen and she is tiny - she weighs under five stone and is only 4 feet 8 inches tall) and that she wouldn't do it again.  In any case, we were going to sit outside with our drinks.

At no time did the conversation become heated or argumentative but I was trying to explain very calmly that he was not allowed to discriminate because she is disabled.  The other barman said to me, 'Right, you have had your say now so you can leave.'

I said that I was trying to continue to explain because I thought he would see sense.  They still asked us to leave so I had no option but to do as they asked.

Of course I feel angry but, more than that, I feel extremely saddened; saddened that what had been a lovely evening was turned around so quickly but more saddened that Charlie had not been allowed to do what other people can do because she is disabled.  She was not hurting anyone and never would.  She is a delightful girl whose chief aim in life is to please people.  She was so distraught by what happened that she is still crying about it the following morning.  She keeps saying that everyone hates her, that everything is her fault, that she wants to die and that she wishes she wasn't disabled.  It is heartbreaking and totally unjust.

The Equality Act exists so that people are not treated unfairly because of their disability.  Not only was Charlie treated unfairly, the licensee also broke the law because I had told him about her disabilities and he had no good reason to ask her to leave.  If she had been doing anything to cause any nuisance to anyone (not that she ever would) then, of course, I would have willingly taken her away.

It was Pride weekend in Brighton - a glorious celebration of the total acceptance of and non-discrimination of a group of people of whom Charlie and I have many friends.  We always watch the Pride parade and Charlie loves it.  It is ironic that it was during this wonderful weekend that Charlie was discriminated against; proof that, although one group of people are now completely deservedly accepted in Brighton, another group - the disabled - aren't.  How sad and how very un-Brighton.”