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terrence-silver · 4 months
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Hello 🖤 I love seeing your blog pop up in my feed, simply exquisite 🖤
I have a request. What would older Terry Silver do with an adult student who is rather boisterous in class, she listens but only when she wants, she's a smarty pants. Terry so wishes to teach her a lesson after many months of class passing, learning her mannerisms, learning HER. Ever the voyeur, finding her home, seeing what lies within when she's not home, Terry plans a little 'private lesson,' specifically for her at his home dojo. Ending with his gi sloppy on him, his hair a mess like the slut he is with his student underneath him with no mercy being shown. His student definitely listens to HIS wants and desires, eager to please.
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Breaking Stone.
(Terry Silver x Reader)
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-"How safe is this, Sensei? I mean, it’s solid rock."- 
Your voice speaks up from the gathered crowd and Terry Silver, he knew you’d have something to say without having to turn his back towards the mass of students keenly eyeing his demonstration in silence, standing jam packed in a circle around the erected board with a concrete block fastened to the center of the scaffolding propped up on iron legs, following his every word like a mantra only for him predict that your mouth will eventually move to utter something and dare interrupt him. Class fifty eight. A lesson on Brick Breaking. Tools necessary; pretty straightforward. A slab of rock and a fist. Additional spices; your usual commentary in the midst of it all. Happened almost daily. Happened to the degree it was a constant he could count on. -"We’ll break our hands on that."- You add with a sense of urgency and worry once the entirety of the exercise’s participants turn their eyes towards you, scrutinizing, weighing and accessing what you just blurted out and you tended to blurt out stuff frequently. Terry joins them in their quiet staring, finding a twitch of satisfaction stir through him once he realized you were jittery and stuttering, made self aware through the fact you were the sudden center of attention. Needing to justify yourself for placing the spotlight unto yourself, you blurt out some more bullshit. Nerves, was it? You deserved that. Deserved much worse for stepping out of line. -"What do we do in case we tear our ligaments punching the board?"- You ask, scratching the back of your head. Ligaments? Were you frightened of getting a boo-boo? At that point, Terry allows himself to turn his entire body towards you, taking his time, slowly --- painfully slowly --- looking straight ahead, towards you. You shift, from one bare foot on the mat to the other, like the stillness of everything around you gave you a sense of discomfort.
Stew in it. He hoped you'd stew in it.
-"Seems a bit extreme. Sorry."-
You chuckle, apologizing, looking down. Then back up.
Terry has to chuckle with you, neatly folding his hands in front of him.
A bit extreme? It was meant to be extreme.
-"Our student here thinks our methods are strange, but these classes aren’t mandatory."-
He simply shrugs matter-of-factly, addressing the people around him, all eyes leave you and pinning themselves in his direction instead, encircling him like a tightly closed ring, listening attentively, leaving you even more isolated in your folly. The great mother hen and the ducklings. The one, solitary ugly black duck that talked too much. -"Nobody’s here by force."- He explains, and contrary to popular belief, everyone here gave their signature of consent on a written contract. Terms. Conditions. Price rates. Health insurances. They showed up to daily classes because they wanted to, giving their hard earned money out of their own volition. He didn't go kidnapping people off of the streets of LA and harassing them into black Gi, in spite of what the likes of Larusso tried to accuse him of, same way not even Larusso himself was harassed into this, decades ago. -"Or are you all here by force?"- Terry purses his lips, looking around, enjoying this far too much to stop. In unison, they all speak up, one voice, stemming from one collective lung. -"No, Sensei!"- The dojo resonates with their shout. He tries again, spreading his arms, envisioning himself like Pontius Pilate about to wash his hands clean of you and let the crowds make their decisions. -"Why are you here for then?"- He inquires, raising his voice, encouraging them. Spurring them on. -"To learn, Sensei!"- Obeying, they repeat the motion, letting out a united cry and content, Terry squeezes his fingers into a fist once they all fall silent, all but an echo remaining, his other free hand caressing the concrete block in front of him, never taking his eyes off of you. At this point, with a mouth standing agape, forgetting you should've joined everyone in their jubilant war cry, you were as pale as a ghost. Not quite so chatty or smart anymore.
Perfect.
-"The lesson is —"- He begins. -"A true artist of the craft spends years, even decades just hitting things. Sand. Wood. Stone. Metal. Flesh."-
Terry coos, confessing, that he did, on occasion, imagine hitting you.
The sweetest thing he'd ever strike. Purely to shut you up, get you the way you were right now; As quiet as the dead; all gulps and anxious little eyes darting left and right. Preferably having you bent over his knee like an unruly child and taking the bamboo stick to you bare buttocks until they were rendered crimson red with punishment. After it was all done, he'd have you thanking him for the honor too. He smiles, just at the notion; an expression he doesn't bother hiding.
-"Having been broken so many times, it makes their bones so dense that when it comes in contact with solid rock, the rock breaks first."-
Terry digs his teeth into his lower lip, taking his stance and lunging forward suddenly, knuckles breaking through the barrier of the rock and crumbling, his fingers pushing through the crack he made on the other side. It was as simple as that. -"Asaa!"- He bellows and if the dojo was collectively holding it's breath, once he's done, the remains of sharp jagged tiny pebbles spilling on the mat under around his feet like so many rolling marbles, he senses an equally collective exhale. He can swear you weren't blinking at that point. What were you shocked by? The fact that he just smashed through a brick that weighed ten pounds like it was nothing or the implication he's broken his hand by choice so many times that he could pull shit like this in the first place? Maybe it wasn't smart to backtalk or question the methods of a person who could crush your windpipes in with merely just his thumbs. -"So, you see — breaking our fists, it’s part of the curriculum."- He shakes his head, staring you down, taking a couple of steps forward, until it was undeniable he was addressing you in particular; his infuriatingly Doubting Thomas, ignoring the students that wordlessly volunteered to clean up, scooting down to pick up the unfortunate remains of the rock slab, chirping away at the remains like a handful of chicks. -"This is part of what you signed up for when you came to this dojo. When you came to Cobra Kai."- He assesses firmly. -"You came to break with the old so the new and the improved could take its place."- He adds. Eventually, you'd have to bruise and break in those pretty little hands much like everyone else would and if you didn't have the guts to do that, you'd advance nowhere and your here would become fairly obsolete. Someone might as well tell you that upfront.
Even though, he confessed. The idea of a piece of rock breaking your hands?
Something shoots through him, like a radioactive phantasm of jealousy.
He wanted to do the breaking instead.
Not leave it up to an inanimate piece of training gear.
-"And if you can't imagine yourself doing that, you can always take up a knitting class."-
He adds, finally, earning himself a couple of amused chuckles.
Blood rushes into your cheeks.
Were you angry? Ashamed? Humiliated? Good.
Looking through your files was child's game after that.
He pretty much had everything he needed to know about you, printed in black and white in his own two hands, on the very exact form you filled the day you signed up for adulted classes six months ago; your home address, bank statement, contact number, email, age, place of employment, blood type in case an accident took place mid-training and a transfusion was needed on short notice. And yes, he's broken into your home before. Terry did it the first time you ever ran your mouth to backtalk him, asking if doing fifty consecutive push ups as warm was a smart decision because it was bound to leave everyone too exhausted to hold proper form and too distracted with tiredness to properly follow the class. He checked every drawer, every shelf, every nook, every cranny, supposing he wanted to find something he could spit on in indignation and discovering nothing more fitting but what he could only deduce was your framed graduation photograph, pursuing his lips and letting the saliva build up right before he hurled the spittle out of his mouth and right unto the glass inside of the frame, watching it trickle down your face, smearing it with his finger in retaliation, deciding the gesture was fitting punishment. If only he had a chance to do it with your actual face next. Spit in your mouth too, for refusing to shut up as it did. Spit in your mouth for missing three of your classes this week, like that was a thing you were allowed to do when you weren't. Did he tear into you verbally too hard last time? Was that it? Undoubtedly, but that still didn't give you permission to leave. He wanted you to come back so he could harass you some more, like you deserved to be harassed.
He knocks on your door, freshly having concluded this week's teaching.
Still in his Gi, jacket slung over his shoulders.
He did that on purpose, to make it seem like him coming here wasn't premeditated or something he tactically prepared for in advance, but rather, like a last minute decision he made in the utmost rush to the degree he didn't even have time to change out of his training attire, forgetful, overworked old man that he is. -"Who’s there!?"- Your concerned, slightly confused voice calls from the other end and he hears the keyhole clicking, only for your uncertain face to show up in the precipice of the doorframe illuminated by the warm light of your apartment's foyer looming like a halo behind you, brows practically jumping once you recognized him, appearing relieved. -"Sensei Silver!?"- You state in surprise, opening the door entirely, letting him step over the threshold, moving out of the way to usher him inside from the corridor. He tries not to seem too familiar with the territory, pretending not to know exactly where to stand; next to the shoe rack or the coat hanger. -"God. I’m so sorry. Got scared halfway to death!"- You place your hand over your chest, exhaling and smiling. Way too fidgety for someone who took Tang Soo Do classes. What were you afraid of? Of someone barging in and subduing you? -"What do I owe the honor of the visit! I didn’t expect anyone."- You shake your head, all charm. Of course he prepared an excuse for him being here and it comes in a form of a sleek pamphlet he produces from inside of his jacket, handing it to you. He had it printed, in bulk and giving out to everyone at the dojo solely so he could have a reason to give you one to you as well. -"The curriculum. For our future classes. I thought you might wanna look through it. Freshly printed."- Terry explains. He hoped you would've continued showing up, smart mouth you always were, but there you went, disappearing. If Muhammad wouldn't come to the mountain, the mountain would have to come to Muhammad.
-"You missed the last session so I brought it over personally. Where'd you go?"-
Terry feigns concern. He knew where you went. You were pegged down a notch.
Proceeded retreating with your tail behind your legs.
That's what you get for questioning him.
But, he didn't expect you to retreat quite so definitely.
Who'd you ask if you can do that? Did you ask anyone? Him?
You eyelashes flutter, like you were about to come up with an excuse.
-"I think you're right, Sensei. I mean, the whole Cobra Kai dojo scene, ---"-
You begin, looking away from him, vehemently staring at the pattern on the corridor carpet, holding the flyer with a sense of unease, like you weren't certain what to do with it. If you crumpled it up, he'd make you eat it. -"It ain't for me. I'm not cut out for it."- You confess, finally meeting his gaze, appearing a bit shy at the notion. He knew a tangent was incoming. Decides to let you have it. And knowing you, you wouldn't shut up any time soon in the next five minutes. -"I can't do any of those things you demonstrated last week. Break my bones on purpose? Smash through rocks? Ignore pain? I know when I'm out of my depth and there's no shame in admitting something ain't for me and gracefully moving on. What you said the last time --- you helped me see that. You really did."- You utter, in one solitary breath, and it takes everything within Terry not to laugh at you. So, humiliating in front of the whole class for interrupting him for the umpteenth time with some inane observation, you thought it was for your own good and that it made you see things more clearly? What? Was that why you left his dojo like it was a bus station? Did you really take up knitting as a hobby in the meantime as well? -"I had a great time studying these past few months under you, but I just can't continue."- You visibly gulp once he says nothing and you feel incentivized to further explain. You never had a problem with that before. Go ahead. He was giving you center stage to speak. So speak. -"I talk back. I interrupt. I question. I worry. I'm so sorry. I can't just let go and do it. Do what I'm supposed to do on the mat."- You add, your eyes widening, perhaps in anxiety, pupils dilating, looking back and forth between the surrounding furniture and the wall --- anywhere but at him. Why should he let you go? When it was so fun pushing your buttons? In fact, he decides you could use some more of that.
-"Do you like me?'-
He asks, bluntly. You take a step back, stammering.
-"Excuse me, sir?"-
-"I said, do you like me?"- He repeats himself, firmer.
Your mouth wordlessly forms a shape, but no sound comes forth.
You weren't certain what to say.
Finally.
You were speechless for once. That was a welcoming novelty.
-"Because, if you like me, you won't leave me here stranded, with one student less and waltz out impulsively, on such a short notice. That's not how things work. There's a price for that."-
He winds you up, deciding to stoke a fire and then immediately extinguish it, intending to fluster you for thinking what he led you to think, watching the abject shame settle into your expression like a newly formed wrinkle just because for a mere second, you thought this was a confession of something more than it was instead of a cleverly phrased and deliberately misguiding segway intended to put you on the spot and make you feel like an idiot with no listening comprehension. -"I'll pay everything I still own and ---"- You practically stumble over your words, clutching the pamphlet to your chest vigorously, like a shield, referencing unpaid lesson, trying to regain what little balance you had, visibly sweating bullets. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Terry steps forward, shutting you up. Commanding you to stay silent. -"Don't talk."- He orders, flatly, putting up his hand alongside his finger as a warning and then coming closer still, until the tip of it is practically pushing against your mouth. You appeared flaggerbasted. Like you weren't sure what was going on, too shocked to actually move. This was why confusing people into a state of paralytic awkwardness was paramount in verbal warfare. He pushed his index finger between your lips and you still didn't move, letting him get away with it, too stunned for words. -"For once, listen. Don't speak."- He murmurs, staring at your mouth, pushing his nail inside, feeling your wetness and finding your tongue, frozen stiff, clasping it with his thumb and index finger and holding it, pulling on it, until you groaned, trying to mutely gibber and failing. -"This is the thing that always talked back. Can't talk back anymore, can it?"- He taunts and you shake your head with an expression that would place deer in headlights to shame, shivering vigorously.
You've seen what his hands could do. What his fists could do.
He could rip your tongue out of your skull and it would pose little issue.
He felt you knew that right about now.
Practically dangled by the tip of your mouth's organ. Your head slumping back.
Unable to release yourself, you slowly lower yourself, to your knees.
-"That's good."- Terry coos, pleased, watching you drool all over his hand.
-"Open that pretty little mouth of yours and use it for something really valuable for a change."-
He purrs, even as his fingers go fidgeting, lower his Gi's trousers, loosening the obi around his waist, pulling his cock out of his briefs, showcasing it to you so the state of the situation would settle in. He'd hatefuck your mouth. He was already hard. Already dripping precum. Almost like the very act of coming here and pestering you served to do it for him as he, without much deliberation, pushed himself inside of your lips, taking in the sloppy, receptive moisture, enjoying the symbolism of the flyer he's given you falling next to you on the floorboard until you were practically kneeling atop of it. -"Perfect."- He hums, praising. -"You've been badgering and badgering and I can't tell you how many times I thought about interrupting class and just giving it to you, in front of everyone, right there, in the middle of the dojo. Let them all see what happens when someone questions Terry Silver and his methods."- Now it was his turn to make some confessions, fingers tangling into your hair, coiling into a fist, making you look at him with your watering, teary eyes. He amps up his pace, bobbing your head back and forth for you, using your tresses as reins. Look how you've infected him. Now he was the one rambling and loving it. -"But, I wanted the occasion to be something special. Someplace I could really savor it --- and what better place than right under your very own roof."- He closes his eyes, smiling, enjoying the sensation of tense pleasure building up in his gut, right before looking down at you with your brows furrowed. You were just now realizing this was premeditated. Poor you. -"Oh, don't look at me like that. Don't think I haven't been in here before. Been here a thousand times."- He chuckles into his own chin, moaning. Of course he's desecrated something miniscule every time you talked back as an elaborate form of revenge and violation, like wiping his cock on the curtain after masturbating on your bed. Nothing was for free. Disrespect certainly wasn't.
-"And you'll be seeing a lot more of me just yet. Don't think this is over. Don't think you can disassociating with Cobra Kai and me on a whim. You can't."-
He flat out threatens, his hips rutting vigorously against your head.
You thought this was a game?
You sign up to his dojo for like six months and call it quits when things get hard?
Cobra Kai was a brotherhood. A society. Not an extracurricular pastime or a hobby.
That's what people weren't getting. He didn't want them to just yet.
But you? He'd was breaking the news to you hard and fast in the flesh.
-"You belonged to me from the moment you met me and put on the Gi and you'll belong to me until your dying breath."-
He grits his teeth, shaking, seething, feeling his tresses slide out of his ponytail and unto his forehead in an unruly mess, satisfaction coiling in his groin imaging you returning to the dojo on Monday, dressed in your uniform, all neat and proper, your attitude curbed and kept only for special occasions, releasing suddenly, just at the thought that he owned you, hearing you gurgle from the floor, droplets of his cum trickling down your chin and leaking unto the Cobra Kai pamphlet on the parquet in front of you. No, no. That wouldn't do. Not a single ounce wasted. -"Swallow."- Terry orders, catching his breath, scrutinizing you as you did so, still holding your hair, yanking forward suddenly, his cock falling out of your mouth, giving you leeway to breathe again and you do, gasping with sharp inhales of breath, a bubble of saliva popping between your lips as you rolled back to sob and cough. Pathetic. Eager to serve. So you were capable of shutting the fuck up, letting go and getting lost in an action after all? You were teachable. He knew you would be. Much like the rock slab on the training dummy, though, you needed to be broken in first. Terry slides his hand across the top of his head, slicking loose hair strands back, lifting up his finger to threaten and warn once again. Remind, in case you've forgotten. Had your brains scrambled in all sorts of awkward and unlikely directions. -"So, you better not miss out on any of my classes ever again or I'll have a reason to hold a very, very big grudge. Especially if you don't show up and break that stone like I've taught everyone to do. Understood?"-
-"Yes, Sensei."- You manage desperately, drooling, nodding your head.
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thedeadsingforme · 1 month
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Silver Buttons
6- Training
{Fluff and sexy times ahead}
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The week was impatient, Jessi worked hard and diligently on suits and dresses of all the orders that came in. Terry wandered in Thursday afternoon, bringing her lunch. Flipping the sign to, ‘closed,’ behind him he sat with Jessi upstairs in her apartment. Enjoying her presence.
“How is your day, Jessi?” He smiled.
Jessi grinned, “It’s busy but it’s good. How is your day?”
“Better since I’m here with you now. Would you like to come over tomorrow evening after class? Would you be alright spending the weekend with me?” He asked.
Her eyes widened, looking up at him she chuckled, “Um, yeah. That would be great, yeah,” Terry’s heart fluttered, happy that she wanted to be there with him.
They finished lunch, it wouldn’t have been an exit without Terry wrapping his arms tight around Jessi’s waist, hands wandering to cup her ass in the leggings she wore, kissing her deeply.
Jessi was excited and happy, her heart felt full as it fluttered in her chest. She had fallen for Terry, wholly. Excited for the next day, she set herself back to work, diligently toiling away.
That evening, Terry facetimed Jessi, she was excited to hear from him. He was sitting in bed, his hair was messy, having just showered, Jessi grinned at her little screen, she sat in a robe at her easel, waiting to get tired, finishing a painting.
“I’m looking forward to having you over this weekend, Jessi,” he smiled. God, that smile melted her.
The robe she wore was halfway tied, slumping off one shoulder, Terry loved watching her paint, even if it was on a small screen, “You’re so beautiful, Jessi, I feel so lucky to have you.”
Jessi was a woman of few words, she was quiet, but happy that she found the yin to her yang.
“I’m the lucky one, Terry,” she smiled, working away on her waterfall, “What do we have planned?”
“There’s a charity auction at my house tomorrow afternoon, Eva Garcia will be here, I’d love to have you here. Maybe bring a pretty dark blue dress? I’d love to see you in blue,” his lips curled.
“I can do that, I have several blue dresses, actually, how about I bring a few and you can choose for me?” She glanced at her phone, a coy smile stretched her lips.
The conversation went on for another hour before Jessi started to climb into bed, Terry enjoyed the little show she gave him as she slipped her robe off, she was fully nude underneath.
“You minx,” he said darkly, watching her, salivating. They could hardly wait until the next day, when they would be wrapped around each other, groping, squeezing and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies.
The following day seemed to inch by Terry couldn’t wait to see Jessi and Jessi couldn’t wait to see Terry.  
Once the clock cooperated, Jessi slipped into a pair of leggings and tank top, preparing for her karate lesson. Before she could grab her shoes her phone began to rang, it was Terry, stating he was at her door. She giggled and let him in. He hadn’t changed out of his gi, taking her lips with his as soon as she opened the door, lifting her, Jessi’s legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her against a nearby wall.
Terry breathed low against her lips, “How about this be your training for the day?” He purred.
Jessi nodded, a smirk on her face, nipping at his neck. Taking her to her room he bent her over the bed, slowly pushing her leggings down, running his fingers up and down her wet heat, he reveled in the instant response her body made to him. Tossing his belt on the bed he shoved his gi pants down, springing free his hardened member.
Slowly rubbing the tip up and down her slit she mewled in pleasure, anticipating his thrust into her. In one fluid movement Terry filled her, keeping a bruising grip on her hips, making sure she stayed in the perfect position. Her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets, Terry bucked his hips, humping deeper and harder into her, Jessi screamed his name, coming quickly around him.
Turning her around he lifted her, slowly dropping him on his cock, he stood there, rutting into her, seeing the pleasured expressions on her face made him smirk. Stroking his manhood further that only he had seen her like this.
“Fuck, Jessi,” he moaned, the sheen of sweat across his brow glistened, “You’re mine, all mine.”
Jessi nodded, “I’m all for you, Terry,” she moaned weakly, he showed her no mercy, coming in her, hard and deep. Jessi collapsed against Terry’s chest, he sat on the bed, holding her close, both taking the time to catch their breath.
“That’s one way to train,” she started laughing against his neck, leaning up looking him in the eye, “Is this what you had planned?”
He laughed, “Not necessarily, I just couldn’t help myself.” The pair laughed, Terry helped her pack a bag, he was like a teen again, excited to have Jessi all to himself for the weekend.
Jessi rode with Terry, all the way to his home, she thought of it as the perfect weekend getaway. Terry had asked the maids and helpers to go ahead and go home for the day, he wanted Jessi to be perfectly comfortable in his home with him, not jumping each time someone wandered through.
“So, Mr. Silver what do we have planned for the evening?” She eyed him, her legs propped beautifully across his lap. Smirking down at her he stated he had a few naughty things in mind, Jessi giggled, he loved to hear her laugh.
Hovering over her, pinning her to the couch he kissed her softly, fingers tangling in her hair, parting for air they laid there, looking deep into each other.
“I’m so happy I walked into that shop,” Terry whispered, “I never thought we’d be here like this though,” he chuckled darkly.
Jessi’s fingers danced along his cheeks, she smiled, “I’d be living my same boring life if you hadn’t opened that door that day. I’m so happy when I’m with you,” her fingers slid from his cheeks, resting against his chest, “Can we lay here? Just like this? I just want to feel you, be wrapped around you.”
Terry’s smile burned into her, kissing her deep, he responded, “Your wish is my command.”
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Jessi’s heart was full, Terry Silver laid there, between her legs, wrapped around her, and she wrapped around him. Inhaling deeply she took in every scent, hoping it would be ingrained into her how amazing he smelled.
After some time Terry took her hand, leading her up to his large, stone walled, waterfall shower. Jessi had never had a shower that was as relaxing and hot as this one, Terry placed searing, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Rubbing soap suds against her soft breasts, her hands traveled up and down his firm abs and chest.
Barely drying off and hardly wrapped in a towel, Terry guided her to the bed, “Let me rub your back?” He offered. She looked to him, silently nodding.
Climbing on the bed, face-down, bare, he placed his knees on either side of her knees, rubbing her back. She couldn’t help but moan, his strong hands worked out the knots and aches that she didn’t even know she had. She heard him chuckle quietly in his chin, “What’s so funny?” She asked as her face was half smooshed into a pillow.
“Nothing. You’re just so small, so feminine, your curves and shape is just perfect,” she could taste the smile in his words. He always complimented her shape, continuously gliding his hands and fingers up and down her waist and hips, memorizing her curves.
The night ended with slow, passionate lovemaking. Jessi was nearly afraid of making noise, Terry would purr into her ear, urging her, “I want to hear those pretty sounds, baby,” those words alone, dark and deep, would cause her to moan.
Terry would smirk against her neck, hooking his arms under her knees, pressing his palms into the mattress and sink himself deeper and deeper into her, hitting her G-spot, watching her face twist in pleasure, groaning loudly, her petite hands resting against his chest.
Losing her breath with each powerful deep thrust she managed to squeak out, “Terry, I’m going to come,” quietly.
His lips curled into a wolfish grin, thrusting deeper and harder wanting to bring her over the edge. And to the edge she came, plummeting over that cliff, her walls shook and clenched down around him. Her body shivered and convulsed, her hands slapped down against the sheets, gripping them tightly, her back arched, causing him to sink deeper.
He slowed each time she came, but not this time, he continued a steady rhythm, bumping his hips against her, loving the feeling of her body losing all control around him.
“Fuck Terry!” She hollered, he loved hearing his name being screamed in pleasure from her sweet voice.
He never stopped, only slowed, she twitched as he thrusted, her hands and fingers gently pushed against his strong thighs, “Terry… please… it’s too much,” she begged.
Pressing his forehead against hers he said darkly, “Almost there baby, you got it. You’re being such a good girl,” he pumped and slammed himself into her, loving the screams of pleasure that came from deep in her chest.
“I’m going to come, sweetheart,” he grunted, filling her, stilling, just his heavy cock twitched inside her. Jessi let out a sigh of relief, the stimulation was intense, she loved it, not knowing if she was going to lose her mind or all body function.
Terry pulled himself from her, a wet sloshing pop sound coming from her as he left the connection. Still above her he grasped her face, bringing his lips to hers.
“Are you alright, Jessi?” Terry asked, tugging her close to his chest, “I know that was a little harder than what we’ve done, I don’t want to hurt you.” Terry was the king of aftercare, she breathed steady against his chest, telling him that she was fine, she was embarrassed and nearly ashamed of telling him she really enjoyed it.
“Don’t be afraid of telling me what you like or don’t like,” he turned to her, pulling the covers up around them, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, “I want you to feel good when we’re together like this, if you don’t like something you tell me. Don’t just do something with me because you feel you have to, if you want us to try that position again or a new one tell me, baby.”
She nodded, “Ok. I just… I don’t know, you’re the only person I’ve been with ever, I don’t know what I like, so far everything has been… great,” she chuckled nervously, “I did really like it when um-…” She trailed off, Terry grasped her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his, “Tell me.”
Jessi’s lips pressed into a line, her face reddened as she struggled but eventually told him, “I uh- I-I liked it when you… bent me over,” she said so quietly. A wolfish grin came across his face, telling her it’s alright that she liked it, they can try it that way again soon.
Jessi was over the moon to be with Terry, she felt brazen and ashamed, embarrassed of what she liked or wanted it to try, Terry was a comfort, not judging her for any of it.
She laid there that night, curled around him, sleeping peacefully against his chest. Terry laid there, enjoying the soft sound of her breathing, her small hand clutching his chest. Sleep was important to Terry, his bed was not only a king-sized, but one of the most expensive beds one could come across with even more pricey sheets and blankets to hug the skin. He too, soon drifted to sleep, holding the small figure in his arms.
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Chapter 5 here
Chapter 7 here
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girlblogger666 · 2 years
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Hey anon thank uuuuu saur much for this request I don’t know which Terry you want so I’m just doing cobra Kai Terry aka sugar daddy Terry ✨🌸🐈 oh wait I’m dumb I just realized u specified okay we good 💀🌸
Dating Terry Silver ✨🌸🤍
Meeting Terry at an event or gala, he was naturally charmed by your beauty and personality, so of course he had to get your number. Terry isn’t one to normally be a looker, but when his cobalt blue eyes laid themselves upon you, he knew you were special and would feel an insane amount of regret if he let you go without getting a single word in.
At first, you were very flattered by the fact that he was intrigued by you, but it was the intimidation you felt that made you reconsider before even warming up to the idea that he would be your boyfriend. wealthy, confident, intelligent, Terry was everything you believed you weren’t.
Except Terry wasn’t like that around you at all. Yes, Terry knew how to play a part and to be honest, he knew when to do it—especially if it would benefit him in any way, shape or form. However with you, it was all real. He didn’t need to fake any emotions because the more time he spent time with you, the more you brought out the best of him.
In the early stage of your relationship, there would be a small concern of apprehension due to the age gap between you and Terry. Terry is older and because of that it sparks an interest in terms of people constantly being one to judge the two of you. Are you with him because he just so happens to be a billionaire or do you genuinely love him? A lot of the times that question would flow through peoples thick skulls when they’d take one glance of you as a couple, but you guys never seem to mind because you each share a connection much more stronger than jealousy or disgust.
That being said with terrys age, I believe at some point Terry would feel rather insecure; a feeling he avoids because of its revelation to being weak. So with that unfamiliar feeling being plagued within his mind, Terry would try his best to stay in touch with all the “youthful” things you do. For instance, he was never a man to ever be seen texting someone—why text people if you can just get your receptionist to do it? But then you came along and started messaging him non-stop throughout your relationship
You would text Terry something as simple as “decided to go to a cafe, miss you tho x” and within a matter of seconds you’d receive two notifications. The first one letting you know that your beloved boyfriend sent you $150 through venmo and the second being a text from Terry himself saying “enjoy your delicacies, my darling.”
On the subject of spoiling you, Terry loves to do just that. Wether it’s roses sent to you first thing in the morning or having his chefs prepare your favourite meal on the days you spend in one of his mansions, Terry adores the feeling of showering you in his love. It puts a big, loving smile on his face to see you flourish in the happiness that comes from the things he gives you as well as the internal feeling you receive from him.
Money is no expense for Terry, it really isn’t considering how much of it he has and with so much, it’s only reasonable that he spends it on you. Early on in your relationship it seemed as if terry was stunting—taking you to the most exquisite restaurant in Malibu only to be driven home by him in his red Ferrari. Once you realized that was the normal for terry, you relished with the fact it would soon become yours too. Of course, you never took it for granted and you still tried to live normally until he practically shamed you for ever having to pay for something on your own. He liked having that control and for once, it started to grow on you.
On your more simplistic nights in, it would include you and terry enjoying whatever fancy wine he brought from his cellar while he plays your favourite tune on his grand piano. you’d sit beside him, enjoying the flavours of the wine mixed with his beautiful melodies that surround the atmosphere of his cozy living room. He might even sing too, but for the most part he encourages you instead because he believes you have the voice of an angel, though you’d argue and say he’s the better singer and pianist.
It’s times like that that make you wish you could have that everyday considering the fact that you still don’t live together, but it’s no surprise that even early on in dating he’s already pursuing moves to make it become a daily thing.
“Sweetheart,” he pours the two of you more alcohol, the eagerness in his tone becoming more persistent with each glass you both finish, “move in with me, I promise you, you wont regret it.”
Moving in with him is a dream, you love nothing more than the emotion you feel after awakening from your slumber only to find him right next to you. Sometimes he even wakes you up by kissing you softly on the lips, a wake up call that’s way better than any alarm clock. Other mornings he’s gone because duty calls and work is still his top priority, asides from you. Nonetheless, he’s still Terry and when you do wake up alone, he’s either left you a note along with breakfast being served to you in bed or a simple text that states “sorry, meetings back to back. Be ready for when I come home, I’ll be taking you out to your favourite restaurant. Hope you slept well 🤍”
God I love this man 😍✨😩 ty for the request angel! All of u feel free to send moreeew
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mrgriffiths · 3 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲..🐍🥋
"We must share his style with the world."~Terry Silver
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A fan made poster for the 6th and final season of Cobra Kai! I can't wait to see what the mystery behind their master is in season 6!!
Also, Jon Hurwitz and Sarah Anne (young Kim Da-eun) are sweet hearts for reposting my work on their Instagram stories!!!
But NICHOLAS MARINI!!!!
Beloved twig 🤍
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Love him!!
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larabiatasstuff · 9 months
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I adore terry silver in cobra kai 💛 please could you write one that's *spicy*? I had this thought that terry and his beloved would have an argument, which would result in some rough making up? as long as your ok with that, thank you x
I adore terry silver in cobra kai 💛 please could you write one that's *spicy*? I had this thought that terry and his beloved would have an argument, which would result in some rough making up? as long as your ok with that, thank you x
Who doesn't adore our wonderful silver fox?😏Thank you for sending this request anon 🖤 Of course you get a scenario about him. 🙏
Part one🖤
It was early in the morning, I was in the kitchen making some breakfast for me. The last few weeks have been terrible . Since Cobra Kai had new dojos and senseis, Terry and I hadn't much time together. He came home late and left early. I missed him dearly and just thinking about the current situation brought tears to my eyes. "Alright sweetheart I'm leaving, don't wait for me it's gonna be late." Terry said. "Yeah whatever." "What was that?" he asked. I looked him right in the eyes "I said whatever." he gave me a confused look, put his bag down and took a step towards me. "What's with that attitude? Are you on your period? What's your fucking problem?" "Oh you want to know what my problem is? Suddenly you're interested in my feelings, alright Terry let's see what my fucking problem is." I walked over to the wall, ripped the calendar off and slammed it on the counter. "Two weeks ago, our anniversary. I sat in that restaurant for two hours waiting for you and you didn't show up, you didn't even remember we had plans." I pointed on another date "Last week, the wedding of my best friend. I was gone for three days Terry and you didn't even notice . And last but not least my birthday three days ago. That is my fucking problem Terrance."
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msfbgraves · 2 years
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Credit to @terrence-silver @senka-mesecine do not repost without their express permission
Once upon a time - that is, some time this week - I thought up an Irish farm where Terrence Silver and his beloved might rest while riding the Atlantic coast. A mere concept, as you will. But then @terrence-silver took the vaguest sliver of a notion and brought it alive in this post, which is beautiful as ever and you should all go read. Which then of course gave rise to this continuation and voilà, Dougal and Kathleen Clarke, of Mayo County, Ireland, saw the light of day. But I've never had anyone draw a character I've created and look at them! You're right, @terrence-silver, that Dougal is the one slightly more attuned to the doings of the fair folk. He'll talk your ear off in the pub if you let him and Kathleen loves that about her fella, he's such a good craic, but sometimes it's up to her to keep his head out of the clouds. Still both of them are not stupid. You can't be out here, you couldn't make it.
And as such. They don't see dwarves and fairies everywhere they go, and Kathleen certainly will call building inspection before believing anything about a haunting. Then again, you have to be attuned to the places you dwell, don't you? They have soul and history and you ignore that to your detriment. You can see it with those poor American bastards. Cut themselves off from everything that came before, and proud of it too - worse, when it comes to the Africans among them, to have their roots purposely taken from them, stories erased, bonds broken. It is a wicked shame, so it is. But here they come, year after year, looking for what they were driven from, or chose to leave behind.
But they don't often stray this far, not without a guide, and when they do, it's not like that - they rather make an awful ruckus, looking for reception or wifi, or whatever thingamabob the young'uns carry these days. They don't look of what the stories tell.
And though Dougal may love a good craic, he is not going to accuse every tourist of being Fae in disguise. Such nonsense, and anyway, it would be exceptionally rude. But if you've been warned of things that may dwell, not to heed such warnings is foolish.
Yes, you're probably wrong. Keep your suspicions to yourself, so. But if he meets someone who walks like the fair folk, talks like the fair folk, and has a companion who bears no name - well, who's to tell him he's not taken it from her? "Mrs. Terry Silver", no one is born that way!
They look happy enough, his Kathleen agrees, but the dark tones you've rendered them in above are appropriate: they are keeping their wits about them. Doesn't mean they won't share drink and song and wish them the best besides. They know love when they see it; their guests wish them no ill (they mostly have eyes for each other). But nothing that has happened since has disproven their assessment, and sometimes, very late at night, Kathleen whispers that he was right in gifting them their best whiskey.
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mctherofdragons · 3 years
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Santa’s Little Helper | F.W.
Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight. 
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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader 
Fred gets a very special Christmas present from you. 
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, holiday-themed, daddy kink, light bondage/blindfolding, dirty talk, fingering/masturbation, food, strip tease, lingerie, alludes to exhibition. 
I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING POSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS OR TRANSLATED WITHOUT EXPLICIT PERMISSION. 
A/N: Thank you to @gcdric for hyping this up and making my moodboard. This was one of my favorite smuts I’ve ever written. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, girls, gays, and theys! Enjoy <3 
Tagging a few 18+ readers (I do not have an official smut taglist) // @thehorchatadiaries, @gcdric, @alyssamalfoy, @vogueweasley, @starlightweasley, @wandsandwheezes, @feetoffthetablee, @sinz-and-tragediez, @the--queen-of-hell, @whiz-bangs78, @theweasleysredhair, @harrysweasleys, @thisismynerdyself, @loony-loopy-lupinn, @oh-for-merlins-sake, @valwritesx, @minty-malfoy, @vivianweasley​
There were a million ways Fred Weasley made you feel. He sent tiny little wings bursting to life in your tummy when he called you beautiful. Frustration would boil over in your brain when he left his dishes in the sink too long. Your husband was - by all accounts - a man of many emotions. 
But maybe one of the best ways Fred Weasley made you feel was undeniably and insatiably horny.
A simple touch of his hand along your thigh would make you press your legs together, sticky sweetness already pooling between your thighs. Fred had a way of sending you into oblivion with a single glance. He was dominant in bed, destroying you in the best ways possible. He left you convulsing every time, your core and leg muscles spasming as hot, blinding light washed over you.
Best of all, Fred wasn’t afraid to be filthy. He would whisper hot, disgusting words in your ears. Any fantasy you had Fred was ready and eager to fulfill. There were many favorite moments of yours - but perhaps your favorites were the time he ate your pussy in the airplane bathroom on your flight to Paris or the occasion where he fingered you slowly and painfully at Ron and Hermione’s rehearsal dinner.
You wanted to repay the favor this Christmas. It had taken you a while to figure out just what you would do to make Fred’s Christmas special.
You sat by the fireplace, your lingerie-clad body hidden by a silk robe. The fireplace crackled, its ember glow reflecting in the silver baubles that hung from your and Fred’s tree. Dozens of presents sat beneath the greenery. Boxes of red, green, and gold waited to be opened. You had resisted the urge to pick up the ones labeled: To: My Love, From: Freddie, and shake them to see what was inside. This was not due to your own appreciation for surprises, but rather because you had done that last Christmas and shattered the Hogwarts snowglobe he had gifted you.
It seemed like Fred was taking hours to get home, you thought, as you turned the page of your harlequin romance novel. But, when you heard Fred’s keys jingle in the lock, a flash of heat hit your cunt, already excited for what the night would hold. You looked up as he walked in. Immediately, a smile graced your face at the sight of your beloved.
“Hey Princess,” he greeted, tossing his keys into the tiny tray you kept by the door. You ran over, a sweet and innocent giggle coming from your lips. He picked you up, as usual, giving you a little spin. “Princess...that giggle sounds suspicious.”
You pressed the first of many soft kisses to his cold lips. His cheeks were stinging cold from the winter chill. You pressed your warm hands to his plush cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. “How was work?”
Fred sighed, moving his shoulders to release some tension. “Long. You know how the shop gets on Christmas Eve.”
It was true - Weasley Wizard Wheezes was a madhouse the night before the holiday. Shoppers dashed about the store, leaving a mess in their wake. Fred and George always got home late on Christmas Eve with aching backs and tired eyes. You nodded understandingly, lacing your fingers in his. His touch was cold, but your warm grasp made him smile. He noted that your hands were soft and featherlight as you pulled him toward the black, tufted leather armchair on the opposite side of the room. “Can I give you your first present, daddy?”
The mere sound of you calling him his favorite pet name made his knees feel weaker. Your husband nodded, letting you sit him down in the chair. Fred’s eyes fell on the tie in your hand and he raised an eyebrow. You giggled again, walking to the back of the chair. Straightening the tie out, you pulled it so it wrapped around his eyes and behind his head. Fred was unable to see anything behind the block of the makeshift blindfold. “Babydoll, what are you up to?”
“You’re always so good to me, and I wanna return the favor. But you have to trust me like I trust you. Okay?”
Fred nodded. “Vanilla’s still our word?”
“Of course. You say vanilla and I’ll quit.”
You walked to the other side of the room and grabbed the silk ties Fred normally used to tie you up rather than vice versa. You pulled his arms behind him, restraining his hands. You tried a little bow with the fabric and admired your work. Fred’s hands looked beautiful -“Looks nice, daddy.”
Fred was trying his best to ignore the growing hard-on that was begging to break free of his pants. You smiled, coming around to sit on his lap, pulling over the tiny tray table near you. On the tray, you had laid out a myriad of snacks. It had all of Fred’s favorite Christmas sweets - treacle tarts, pumpkin pasties, chocolate orange, candy canes, and hot cocoa. Normally, Fred’s sweet tooth was completely innocent, but not tonight. You wrapped your arm across his shoulder, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to his neck. You admired the lipstick mark you left behind.
“Pretty…,” you whispered, letting out a soft sigh.
“What game are we playing?,” Fred asked expectantly, shifting a bit in his chair. You sighed, pressing a finger to his lips.
“Patience, baby.”
He sighed as his cock grew harder. Hearing you use his own terminology against him had him leaking and primal, ready to rip his binds off and take you right there.
“I want you to tell me what I taste like.”
Fred gasped a bit, unable to compute just how entirely filthy you were being. You took a tiny bite of treacle tart, delighting in the warm taste of heavy cream and golden syrup. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to Fred’s. He swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, able to take in a little bit of the molasses that you’d left behind. “T-treacle tart…”
“Good job.”
Next, you took a nibble of a Terry’s Chocolate Orange. You didn’t fully chew, but rather let the sweet milk chocolate and citrus melt onto your tongue. Again, you swooped down, pulling Fred in a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue was battling with yours as you ground down on him a bit, feeling his hard cock against your thigh.
Fred thought for a moment before a sly smile spread across his face. “Chocolate orange,” he whispered, taking a deep breath. You reached down and palmed his cock through his pants, smiling to yourself.
“You’re being a very good boy, Freddie.”
Fred fought against his restraints a bit. He was used to being the one in charge, dolling out praises and instructions like the master he was. But tonight you had flipped the script on him which meant not only was he annoyed, but he was also trying to break free and teach you a lesson about respecting him. Luckily for you, he was far more turned on than he was peeved.
“Baby---”
“Mmmm, yummy,” you taunted, taking a sip of the hot chocolate next to you. It felt cozy, as it slid down your throat, giving you a familiar and festive feeling. This time when you kissed him, Fred could feel the warmth radiating from your mouth. He welcomed the new sensation of a hot kiss cranked up a degree more, practically falling over in an attempt to kiss you harder. You laughed at him a bit, pulling away from him.
You swept a chocolate-covered strawberry from Honeydukes into a tiny cup of fresh whipped cream. “Open,” you whispered to Fred, cupping his chin gently in your hand. He opened his mouth and you placed the strawberry between his teeth. “Bite.”
He listened, humming with pleasure as he tasted the sweet candied fruit. “That’s a chocolate-covered strawberry.”
You placed some whipped cream onto your tongue, leaning down to kiss him again. You thought to yourself that maybe you could just kiss your husband like this forever, tasting the delicious confectionary mixed with his essence. You were incredibly aroused thinking of what you were doing to him. Something about having the ability to unravel Fred had you barely able to contain yourself.
Fred felt you spread your legs apart on his lap. He was practically shaking as he heard the silk of your robe be moved to the side, rustling against the fabric of his pants. You gasped with a tiny feminine squeak, sliding two of your fingers into your wetness. “I’m drenched, Freddie, I wish you could feel me.” Fred bucked his hips up, his cock painfully pressed against his jeans, begging for release.
You slid your fingers out and brushed them against your husband’s lips. It was tantalizing and all together depraved. He parted his plush, pink lips,  allowing you to place your digits on his taste buds. He sucked a bit, dancing his tongue over your slender fingers. He could taste your sweetness on his tongue and thought to himself that every other dessert on the tray was nothing compared to you.
“That’s my princess. My favorite treat,” Fred panted as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth with a lewd popping sound.
Just then you stood up, walking behind him and taking the blindfold off. You were still toward the rear of him, anticipating the next part of your very special present. You undid the silk tie of your robe, letting it fall to the floor. Kicking it out of the way, you sauntered around to the front, standing directly in front of Fred.
You watched as his jaw went slack and his trousers got tighter. He raked you up and down with hungry eyes, taking in the sight before him. “Fuck, baby.”
A lace babydoll lingerie set covered you - just enough - with a matching g-string and thigh high stockings. The neckline plunged, giving Fred the perfect view of your breasts. The piece was a deep, Santa red with faux fur white trim. You had thrown on a Santa hat and black stilettos as a finishing touch. “You like it?”
Fred just nodded as you bent over, touching your hands to your toes. Your ass was covered in lace too, with a little red bow just below your tailbone. Fred nearly stood up but you had turned around, strutting toward him. You pushed him down with one finger. “You stay put. Get nice and comfortable, daddy.”
You clicked the tiny black button on the stereo, letting the sound of Eartha Kitt’s Santy Baby swell over the speakers. You held a candy cane in your hand, gently sucking the end as you burned your eyes into Fred’s. He couldn’t help but picture your pretty, red lips wrapped around his cock, making him cum. You strutted toward Fred, your heels clicking on the brown hardwood of your flat. You moved your hips to the music, sliding your hands up into your hair and tossing your head back. You gyrated your hips to the beat, sending the bottom of your lingerie to-and -fro, white faux fur bouncing flirtatiously.
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, light blue, I'll wait up for you, dear, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight….
You took your hat off and smiled, walking over and placing it on Fred. He smiled at you, letting your run your hands down his chest. You turned, bending over to shake your ass a bit. He took a sharp breath as you sat upon his lap, placing your lips right on his earlobe. You placed the tip of the candy cane against Fred’s lips and he obliged, pulling it into his own mouth to suck. You thought to yourself that seeing Fred lap at a candy cane was downright sinful but erotic, and it only made you all the wetter. Fred sighed when you removed the sweet, peppermint candy stick from his mouth.
You sang along in a low, feminine whisper, walking your fingers up his chest. You unbuttoned his shirt as you sang, taking a button with each word you sang. “Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed, next year I could be just as good if you check off my Christmas list…”
You stood back up, placing either of your hands on Fred’s leather chair. You bent forward and arched your back, your breasts just in front of Fred’s face. You inched closer and closer to his face but pulled away just in time. He cursed as you slid your hands down your body flirtatiously, moaning a bit to yourself as you slid a hand into your panties and back out again. You flipped down, your face almost touching your knee. You ran your hands from your ankle up as you rolled your body back up, extenuating your stocking-clad legs.
You spun around again, sitting back on Fred’s lap. You attached your lips to his neck, giving him soft and supple kisses. You pulled his earlobe in between your teeth, making him gasp. As the song ended, you reached down, untying the silk ties on Fred’s wrists.
“Merry Christmas, Freddie.”
“My special girl…God, I love you.”
Fred grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks into a little O-shape. You smiled as he pulled you into a hot, rough kiss. Your lips were sticky from the candy cane and so were Fred’s. The scent of sweet mint and balsam from the tree hung in the air, intoxicating your senses.
“You’re on the naughty list now.”
“Can you get me back on the nice list? I don’t want coal under the tree tomorrow.”
Fred stood up, sweeping you bridal style into his strong arms. He began to carry you to the bedroom.
“I think that can be arranged.”
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russianredassassin · 4 years
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Helena Bertinelli x Female Reader - Getting Married
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I hope the person who requested this enjoys this and sorry for taking so long :)
Word Count: 1,585
A/N: Y/F/N means Your First Name, Y/L/N means Your Last Name and the quotes are in italics and I obtained  them from the website Search Quotes - https://www.searchquotes.com/ 
Here it was. The moment you’ve been waiting for what seems like your life. Your wedding day, in just a few moments you were going to be Mrs Y/N Bertinelli, wife of the perfect Helena Bertinelli. Months and Months of planning it had taken to get to this point. Flashing back to one of the many days of planning with the wedding planner who was if memory served, was a real pain in the backside. During an especially exhausting afternoon with him, he quickly left our apartment to get some more examples of table settings to show the both of you for your big day. As soon as the doors closed behind him you immediately facepalmed and groaned into your hands. Helena was to the left of you and calmly carrying on with the work looking through of couple pictures.
“Not wanting to sound too mean here, but I’m about this close to killing someone,” you said scrunching your face and pinching your thumb and index finger together for emphases “Preferably him” you pointed at the closed door, your eyebrows raised showing anger written all over your face. You glanced at Helena before taking in a deep breath then exhaling. A faux attempt at calming down. When Helena spoke up, stopping what she was doing. 
“You’re stressed,” she said not looking up at me
“How could you tell,” I said, my voice mumbled from my face buried in my hands
“Well if you wanna calm down, my crossbows’ under our bed,” Helena said causing me to raise my head up from my hands and stare at Helena “Just Make sure to aim for the head and...” 
“Helena no, I don't really want to kill him,” I said softly, staring at her causing a childish grin to appear at my response. All the while still working and glanced down. The sound of footsteps suddenly invaded my ears signalling the return of our wedding planner, so I took another breath and put on my best-forced smile. He was just about to enter back into our apartment when out the corner of my eye Helena stopped what she was doing and leaned down and grab something. A Gun! 
“hELENA NO!” I shouted, diving for the gun in her hand to get rid of it, causing Helena to fall out of the chair. So thankfully I choose to go through all of this with Helena. Flashing back to the present, catching sight of the clock and realising it was almost time, you reached over to grab the bouquet of flowers on the side table and turned around only to be met with your father. Ready to walk you down the aisle. Once you got to the towering double doors that behind was your entire future, butterflies suddenly took off in your stomach. Making you feel slightly sick. To shoo those feelings away, you imagined what Helena would be wearing, what colour her dress it would be and just how beautiful she would be. And then the doors opened and everyone stood up and as the music started to signal yo out of your thoughts to walk down the aisle. Seeing all your family and friends smiling proudly at you, then you finally get to see Helena in all her graceful glory. Her dress, a beautiful purple dress. Accentuated by white flowers and glitter trailed around her waist and fell all down the dress, resembling a trail of petals. The bottom of the dress was lined with silver. 
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Y/F/N Y/L/N and Helena Bertinelli in holy matrimony...” The Officiant began the introduction to the wedding as you and Helena stood in front of all of your friends and family. smiling proudly for you to have found just a perfect person like Helena, Helena however, had no family to look on at her proudly, but there was however her friends, the fellow birds of prey Renee, Dinah and Harley as her bridesmaids, standing off to the side of her all dressed up in their beautiful white bridesmaids' dresses smiling proudly at Helena. And with Bruce of course. Harley’s plus one Hyena compete with his hair neatly brushed and washed and wearing his own little red and black bow tie.   
“Do you, Helena Bertinelli take this Y/N LN to be your lawfully wedded wife for better or worse in sickness or in health?” The Officiant said to her 
“I do” Helena replied
“And do you Y/N take Helena Bertinelli to be your lawfully wedded wife for better or worse, in sickness and in heath?” 
“I certainly do,” you said nodding and smiling hardly able to contain yourself 
“It is now time for the vows,” the Officiant said, “To which I believe Y/N and Helena has decided to write their own vows, Ms Bertinelli would you like to start?” Helena simply nodded before Dinah reached over and gave a small piece of paper with her vows written on it. Helena took a deep breath to calm down and focus on this one moment she had been both dreaming and dreading of.
“Y/N I...I love you. Having you in my heart give me confidence, strength and a fresh hope to conquer anything life throws in my way. You give me a...give me a new light to life. I Love you ” Helena said before she suddenly stopped talking and having her eyes locked down onto the paper and her brows furrowed in intense concentration 
“That was a quote I found on the internet by Terry Mark, and it perfectly encapsulates how I fell about you. Back when I was a little girl, my whole family was killed and had no one. Nothing but the need for revenge. Then spent the next 15 years training to fulfil that need for revenge. But luckily I had my friends Renee Montoya, Dinah Lance and Harley Quinn. But even outside of that I still had nothing, then I met you. And lucky doesn't even begin to cover you. Y/N, Your angelic sweet voice is music to my ears. No matter what has happened in during the day I just hear that voice and a smile bursts onto my face. Whatever battle or fight we may face, we will face it together. Whatever battle you will face, promise you I will stand beside you in eternal support. Because just like you promised to me, I will be here for you and never, ever give up on you. Now and forever. My Love. My Life, I love you...” There was a few seconds of silence before and glances before Helena spoke up again 
“I...er...I’m finished, thank you,” she said, and gave a small, awkwardly smile. Then the Officiant turned to you to signal you to start reading your vows.
“Helena Bertinelli. I remember when I first met you, all tough and serious and somehow also shy and awkward. It was on a freezing cold Sunday night in December when I heard loud and rapid footsteps coming from outside and suddenly there was a knock at the door. So I walked over to it and it turns out it was this lovely person standing in front of me” you said gesturing to Helena who was blushing terribly causing you and others to chuckle. 
“And as soon as I opened the door Mrs Bertinelli just ran past me into my apartment and whispering me to shut the door! shut the door now! Not wanting to be rude to a lovely lady I, of course, did what she said. And after that, I heard some more footsteps rushing up the stairs I was just about to see what the commotion was when Helena came up behind me and very swiftly puts a hand over my mouth and an arm snaked around my waist telling me Don't. Move. It was all very dramatic.” Pausing to take a breath, you saw Helena smile at you ushering you to continue. 
“Was safe to say that I had fallen for you and fallen hard. Helena, your smile is beautiful and it brightens up my world and warms my heart when I see it and knowing that every morning that's what I’ll see for the rest of my life, is music to my ears” you said with a huge grin on your face. “And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you” 
“Mrs Bertinelli, please place the ring on Y/N’s finger as a symbol of your bond everlasting and say the following, with this ring, I thee wed,” The Officiant said in his deep voice and Helena reciprocated by taking her ring and grabbing your hand and repeated what he said
“With this ring, I thee wed”
“And Y/N if you could do the same,” he said slowly as you took the ring and grabbed Helena’s hand and slid the ring onto Helena’s finger. “With this ring, I thee wed” 
“Well, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride” The man said, and ignoring the butterflies soaring in your stomach you practically jumped forward and clashed yours and Helena’s lips together. The luscious taste of raspberry lip balm painted on her lips, Helena very soon reciprocated by swiftly moving her hands onto your cheeks and kissed back with as much passion. Just by this kiss alone, you knew that the rest of your life with Helena was going to be a hell of a good time. 
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every book i read in 2019
full list under the cut! faves are bolded and books read for school are starred
Hunger by Roxane Gay (4/5 stars)
Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan (4/5 stars)
Who Is Vera Kelly? by Rosalie Knecht (4/5 stars)
History of Wolves by Emily Fridlund (3.5/5 stars)
Becoming by Michelle Obama (5/5 stars)
Girl Made of Stars by Ashley Herring Blake (5/5 stars)
The Wicked King by Holly Black (3.5/5 stars)
Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand (5/5 stars)
The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi (5/5 stars)
What Girls Are Made Of by Elana K. Arnold (4.5/5 stars)
I Gave Birth To All The Ghosts Here by Lyd Havens (5/5 stars)
Tyler Johnson Was Here by Jay Coles (4/5 stars)
Our Year of Maybe by Rachel Lynn Solomon (4/5 stars)
Shrill by Lindy West (5/5 stars)
Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi (3.5/5 stars)
The Perfect Nanny by Leila Slimani (4/5 stars)
Ivy Aberdeen’s Letter to the World by Ashley Herring Blake (5/5 stars)
Like Water by Rebecca Podos (4/5 stars)
The Disasters by MK England (3/5 stars)
On The Come Up by Angie Thomas (5/5 stars)
The Falconer by Dana Czapnik (4/5 stars)
The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan (4/5 stars)
The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo (5/5 stars)
The Dreamers by Karen Thompson Walker (4.5/5 stars)
The Fever King by Victoria Lee (3/5 stars)
*Symposium by Plato (4/5 stars)
The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson (4.5/5 stars)
Educated by Tara Westover (4.5/5 stars)
My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite (4/5 stars)
Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel (3.5/5 stars)
Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero (3/5 stars)
Beloved by Toni Morrison (4/5 stars)
The Truth About Keeping Secrets by Savannah Brown (5/5 stars)
Sink by Desiree Dallagiacomo (5/5 stars)
When The Sky Fell On Splendor by Emily Henry (3/5 stars)
They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraqib (4/5 stars)
Damsel by Elana K. Arnold (5/5 stars)
*The Aeneid by Virgil (2/5 stars)
Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid (4.5/5 stars)
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (4/5 stars)
A Queer Little History of Art by Alex Pilcher (3.5/5 stars)
King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo (4.5/5 stars)
If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin (3.5/5 stars)
The Care and Feeding of Ravenously Hungry Girls by Anissa Gray (4/5 stars)
The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender (2.5/5 stars)
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty (4/5 stars)
Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott (4/5 stars)
*The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (3.5/5 stars)
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman (4.5/5 stars)
The Gypsy Moth Summer by Julia Fierro (3/5 stars)
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (4/5 stars)
My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix (5/5 stars)
Beartown by Fredrik Backman (4/5 stars)
Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins (5/5 stars)
You Must Not Miss by Katrina Leno (4.5/5 stars)
Mermaid in Chelsea Creek by Michelle Tea (2/5 stars)
My Lovely Wife by Samantha Downing (4.5/5 stars)
The Devouring Gray by Christine Lynn Herman (3/5 stars)
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (4.5/5 stars)
Hot Dog Girl by Jennifer Dugan (5/5 stars)
There There by Tommy Orange (4/5 stars)
The French Girl by Lexie Elliott (3/5 stars)
I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (4/5 stars)
Dead Girls by Alice Bolin (3.5/5 stars)
The Mighty Heart of Sunny St. James by Ashley Herring Blake (5/5 stars)
Foolish Hearts by Emma Mills (5/5 stars)
Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh (1/5 stars)
Dress Codes for Small Towns by Courtney Stevens (3.5/5 stars)
With The Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo (3/5 stars)
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (3/5 stars)
The Gloaming by Kirsty Logan (3/5 stars)
This Darkness Mine by Mindy McGinnis (4.5/5 stars)
The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum (4/5 stars)
These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling (2.5/5 stars)
Normal People by Sally Rooney (3.5/5 stars)
The Death of Mrs. Westaway by Ruth Ware (5/5 stars)
The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen (3.75/5 stars)
A Ladder to the Sky by John Boyne (5/5 stars)
In A Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware (3.75/5 stars)
My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry by Fredrik Backman (3/5 stars)
The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware (3/5 stars)
Women & Power by Mary Beard (4/5 stars)
The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden (4/5 stars)
The Last Time I Lied by Riley Sager (4/5 stars)
Near to the Wild Heart by Clarice Lispector (4/5 stars)
Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire: A 500-Year History by Kurt Andersen (3/5 stars)
Wilder Girls by Rory Power (4.5/5 stars)
Murder, Magic, and What We Wore by Kelly Jones (2/5 stars)
The Kingdom by Jess Rothenberg (4.5/5 stars)
The Grief Keeper by Alexandra Villasante (5/5 stars)
Lock Every Door by Riley Sager (5/5 stars)
I Like to Watch by Emily Nussbaum (5/5 stars)
Gingerbread by Helen Oyeyemi (2/5 stars)
A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti (5/5 stars)
In the Neighborhood of True by Susan Kaplan Carlton (3/5 stars)
The Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo (3/5 stars)
Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi (4/5 stars)
The Turn of the Key by Ruth Ware (5/5 stars)
Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion by Jia Tolentino (5/5 stars)
Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou (4/5 stars)
Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me by Mariko Tamaki & Rosemary Valero-O’Connell (4/5 stars)
The Whale: A Love Story by Mark Beauregard (3/5 stars)
Not the Girls You’re Looking For by Aminah Mae Safi (3/5 stars)
Very Nice by Marcy Dermansky (2/5 stars)
Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (5/5 stars)
The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger (2.5/5 stars)
How (Not) to Ask a Boy to Prom by SJ Goslee (4/5 stars)
We Sold our Souls by Grady Hendrix (3/5 stars)
The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren (4.5/5 stars)
Natalie Tan’s Book of Luck and Fortune by Roselle Lim (4/5 stars)
*Othello by William Shakespeare (4.5/5 stars)
*Lysistrata by Aristophanes (3.5/5 stars)
How It Feels to Float by Helena Fox (4/5 stars)
The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris (2/5 stars)
The New Me by Halle Butler (4/5 stars)
*Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe (2/5 stars)
Midnight at the Electric by Jodi Lynn Anderson (4/5 stars)
Sula by Toni Morrison (3.5/5 stars)
*Emma by Jane Austen (4/5 stars)
Sleepwalking by Meg Wolitzer (4.5/5 stars)
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo (4/5 stars)
Carrie by Stephen King (4.5/5 stars)
*Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (4/5 stars)
Catch and Kill by Ronan Farrow (5/5 stars)
Trust Exercise by Susan Choi (4/5 stars)
*The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (4/5 stars)
*The Seagull by Anton Chekhov (4/5 stars)
Call Down The Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater (5/5 stars)
In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (5/5 stars)
*Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (3.5/5 stars)
Well Met by Jen DeLuca (2.5/5 stars)
Soft Science by Franny Choi (4/5 stars)
Conversations With Friends by Sally Rooney (5/5 stars)
To Night Owl From Dogfish by Holly Goldberg Sloan and Meg Wolitzer (3/5 stars)
*Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys (3/5 stars)
The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman (4/5 stars)
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong (5/5 stars)
*Small Island by Andrea Levy (3.5/5 stars)
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (4/5 stars)
One Day in December by Josie Silver (1.5/5 stars)
The Collected Schizophrenias by Esmé Weijun Wang (5/5 stars)
Final Girls by Riley Sager (3/5 stars)
Milkman by Anna Burns (5/5 stars)
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell (4/5 stars)
Famous In A Small Town by Emma Mills (4/5 stars)
Blud by Rachel McKibbens (4/5 stars)
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Warner Bros. Consumer Products launches Wonder Woman 84 collection with toys/collectibles from LEGO, Funko, Mattel and McFarlane, gear/apparel and other goodies!
Warner Bros. Consumer Products (WBCP) has launched an all-new collection of must-have lifestyle products and engaging experiences inspired by “Wonder Woman 1984,” (WW84) the highly anticipated follow up to 2017’s record-breaking “Wonder Woman” feature film from Warner Bros. Pictures. The specially-designed collection of fashion, jewelry, accessories, footwear, home goods, pet products, collectibles and toys pays homage to the timeless DC Super Hero, with nods to the film’s new 80s aesthetic, her nemesis The Cheetah and the metallic sheen of her new golden armor. The product collection honors a new era of Wonder Woman and offers fans of all ages a way to manifest Wonder Woman’s qualities of strength, truth, courage and compassion, all with her signature style. The “WW84” collection was developed in collaboration with premier partners and is available now at retailers globally. The film is set to open in theaters on October 2, 2020.
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“’Wonder Woman 1984’ gives us the ideal opportunity to celebrate the glamour and energy of the 1980s inspired by the power and grace of Wonder Woman,” said Maryellen Zarakas, senior vice president of franchise management and marketing for Warner Bros. Consumer Products. “Our signature collection of products and experiences are highly-styled and wonderfully-inventive, and allow fans to tap into their own heroic, Wonder Woman inner spirit, further deepening their engagement in the brand and global community of Wonder Woman fans.”
Joining forces with some of the top brands in fashion, beauty, toys and more, and offering something for every age group, WBCP’s collection of “WW84” products include:
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Adult Fashion: Around the globe, fans are reveling in the breadth of new Wonder Woman product including premier fashion collections. The “WW84” fashion collection includes collaborations with such world-renowned designers and trendsetters such as Lauren Ralph Lauren, EleVen by Venus Williams, Her Universe, Hybrid, Modern Lux, Miu Miu and more. Lauren Ralph Lauren celebrates Wonder Woman with a curated collection of pieces as powerful and confident as the iconic DC Super Hero. The feminine styles and sophisticated designs from Lauren Ralph Lauren can be found at select Bloomingdale's and Bloomingdales.com. The fashion-forward activewear brand created by global tennis champion and entrepreneur Venus Williams, introduces the EleVen by Venus Williams x Wonder Woman Collection offering premium athletic staples that bring out the best in fierce women who are competitive, compassionate, and ready for anything life has to bring. The collection will be available to shop on EleVenByVenusWilliams.com. Winners of the Her Universe Fashion Show, Adria Renee and Sarah Hambly, will debut their first fashion collections at Hot Topic and HerUniverse.com, DC Super Hero’s indomitable spirit in fun, easy-to-wear designs. Hybrid and Modern Lux offer a wide range of t-shirts and sweatshirts at a variety of affordable price points ($12.99 and up), and Her Universe at Torrid offers on-trend plus-sized apparel, including a showstopping snakeskin-patterned jacket ($45-$80).  An exclusive Wonder Woman capsule collection released by Miu Miu features tees decorated with vintage prints of the comic book heroine and are available now at miumiu.com. Every fan can blend their personal style with Wonder Woman apparel from partners that include Bershka, Zara, EMP and Riva, to create a unique look.
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Jewelry: With a dazzling variety of styles, WBCP’s “WW84” jewelry collections from Swarovski, Alex Ani, RockLove, and Zales draw inspiration from Wonder Woman’s iconic logo and gear such as the lasso of truth and her new golden armor and wings. Even her nemesis Cheetah gets a piece of the action with jewelry collections inspired by her animal magnetism (prices range from $65 to $1,000). To keep all Wonder Woman fans on time, a collection of watches from Accutime Watch Corporation are available in a wide range of styles.
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Footwear and Accessories: “WW84”-inspired shoes from Reebok, diaper bags and accessories from Jujube, hats and masks from Love Your Melon, purses from Loungefly and more complete a heroine’s wardrobe. Reebok’s full collection of footwear and apparel blends iconic ‘80s silhouettes with designs inspired by the Super Hero and Super Villain of the film. Jujube, known for high-quality, multifunction diaper bags, backpacks and totes, as well as mini versions perfect to the last detail, interprets Wonder Woman's `80s vibe in brilliant colors accented with gold metal ($40 to $195). A limited-edition assortment of DC Super Hero-themed masks from Love Your Melon gives back 50 percent of net profits to nonprofit organizations that lead the fight against pediatric cancer ($25).
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Beauty: The Revlon X WW84 limited-edition makeup collection offers a power palette for eyes and face in 10 bold and brilliant hues for limitless looks ($14.99). Other items include the Liquid Armor Glow Pot (highlighter), Super Lustrous Lipstick and more ($6.99 to $14.99). Ulta Beauty’s bath & body collection honors Wonder Woman with two cosmetic bags, a scented candle, golden body scrub, body wash, a colorful bath bomb, nail polish appliques, and peel off mask ($8.00- $24.00). Exclusively at Bloomingdale’s and Houseofsillage.com, the House of Sillage Wonder Woman Parfum ($395.00) is a charismatically sultry and bold fragrance that elicits your inner goddess. The Bow Lipstick Case Set ($250.00) is a work of art inspired by Wonder Woman's gold-plated armor, finished in enamel and encrusted with more than 300 brilliant diamond-cut Swarovski crystals. The set features its own unique Diamond Powder Satin Finish Lipstick in a bold red shade infused with real crushed white diamond powder.
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Home and Stationery: Hallmark honors Wonder Woman’s strength with a range of “go strong all day long” framed quotes, travel mugs and vinyl tote bags ($19.99 to $34.99). Silver Buffalo’s retro “save the day” ceramic mug inspires your morning routine ($7.99). From Erin Condren, notebooks, notecards, stickers and list pads feature colorful and energetic Wonder Woman classic comic graphics—or a metallic star-sparkle theme ($7.50 to $24.00). GB Eye also offers an assortment of Wonder Woman prints, posters and collectibles.
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Luxury Pet Fashion and Accessories: Wonder Woman style makes the perfect gift for your four-legged furry friend. Pamper your beloved pet with Moshiqa’s one-of-a-kind, high-end style products for dogs and cats that combine the glamour of gold with the power of functional design for a heroic look. From the company that created a new category in luxury fashion discover the finest craftsmanship and extravagant accessories such as a golden pet harnesses with wings, a gold utility belt for stashing pet treats and looping your leash, sparkling dog and cat tiaras, and food/water bowls with the Wonder Woman insignia to make your kitty cat or pooch feel pampered always (prices available at moshiqa.com/wonderwoman).
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Infant to Tween Fashion: From babies to tweens, kids of all ages can feel empowered wearing “Hero starts with Her” fashions and “Fierce” graphic t-shirts from Hybrid ($12.99+). Beanie hats from Love Your Melon and masks from Mask Club round out the collection ($25-$55). Wonder Woman encourages kids to practice good dental hygiene with a Colgate toothpaste pump ($3.95), while DC Wonder Woman bandages help booboos heal with super speed ($3.29). For Halloween or role play any day, Rubie’s Wonder Woman Armored costume glows with strength and power, and The Cheetah catsuit costumes are sure to be the hottest Super-Villains on the block.
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Toys:  Fans can relive the onscreen action of “WW84” with toys from Mattel, LEGO®, Funko, McFarlane Toys and Maxx. With true-to-movie fashions made in the characters’ likenesses, the “WW84” Barbie and Mattel portfolio of dolls includes a two-doll giftset spotlighting the timeless romance of Diana Prince and Steve Trevor ($80.00), a Young Diana and Horse set ($29.99), a Deluxe Golden Armor Feature Wonder Woman Doll ($29.99) and core dolls ($14.99).
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LEGO® brings an action-packed scene from the movie to life in its Wonder Woman vs. The Cheetah set ($39.99), based on Wonder Woman’s first confrontation with her nemesis. The set can be positioned in an action pose with Cheetah leaping out of a cloud, while Wonder Woman’s friend from the previous film, Etta Candy, looks on in the background. More heroine-inspired toys include cars and a premium invisible jet from Hot Wheels.
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Pop collectibles from Funko, two versions of incredibly detailed lifelike action figures from McFarlane Toys and huggable plush from Maxx ($11.00 to $19.99). “WW84” toys and collectibles from Bandai, Hot Toys, Kotobukiya, Medicom Toy and Prime 1 Studio will be available in Japan for fans soon.  
DC Wonder Woman Virtual Run:  In partnership with Rugged Races, Warner Bros. Consumer Products and DC launched the DC Wonder Woman Virtual Run, allowing participants to run a 5K or 10K whenever and wherever they want, outside or even on a home treadmill.  Registered participants receive an exclusive collection of Wonder Woman-branded gear, including a premium quarter-zip pullover, finisher’s medal, terry cloth wristbands, and a reusable tote bag. Runners of all ages and genders can sign up through November 1 for either 5K or 10K distances at https://dcwonderwomanrun.com. Registration is $40.00 per participant.
 About “WONDER WOMAN 1984”
Fast forward to the 1980s as Wonder Woman’s next big screen adventure finds her facing two all-new foes: Max Lord and The Cheetah. With director Patty Jenkins back at the helm and Gal Gadot returning in the title role, WONDER WOMAN 1984 is Warner Bros. Pictures’ follow up to the DC Super Hero’s first outing, 2017’s record-breaking WONDER WOMAN. The film also stars Chris Pine as Steve Trevor, Kristen Wiig as The Cheetah, Pedro Pascal as Max Lord, Robin Wright as Antiope, and Connie Nielsen as Hippolyta. Charles Roven, Deborah Snyder, Zack Snyder, Patty Jenkins, Gal Gadot and Stephen Jones are producing the film.  Rebecca Steel Roven Oakley, Richard Suckle, Marianne Jenkins, Geoff Johns, Walter Hamada, Chantal Nong Vo and Wesley Coller are the executive producers. Patty Jenkins directed from a screenplay she wrote with Geoff Johns & David Callaham, story by Jenkins & Johns, based on characters from DC.
Warner Bros. Pictures Presents an Atlas Entertainment/Stone Quarry Production, a Patty Jenkins Film, WONDER WOMAN 1984. Set to open October 2, 2020 in theaters in 2D and 3D in select theaters and IMAX, it will be distributed worldwide by Warner Bros. Pictures. This film is rated PG-13 for sequences of action and violence. https://www.wonderwomanfilm.com/
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Can you do one with violent sex with drunk old man Terry? Beloved get’s apreenssive cause she already knows what’s coming for her when she sees drunk old man Terry stambeling late night into the house
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Scorpions are 100% unpredictable.
They will sting you, even if they kill themselves in the process.
Several species of Scorpion have a courtship ritual that appears to walk a fine line between wooing and attacking. A male Scorpion will lead a female on a dance-like walk, known as a promenade à deux, holding her by the pedipalps (large claws). During this waltz, males have been observed stinging their partners;
--- Idle trivia pounded through his mind even as he stumbled over the manor's threshold, shoulder rubbing against the frame of the door, leaning on it as he attempted to maintain balance. He knew you'd be waiting. He knew it. You always waited for him. Even though it was three in the morning, little loyal devoted thing that you were, he knew you would be right there, diligently expecting his return and he isn't wrong. He's never wrong as he hears your voice call through the darkness of the lobby, undoubtedly alerted by the sound emanating from the hallway. He wasn't exactly trying to be quiet. Wasn't exactly trying to be sneaky or discreet. He wanted you to realize he was coming. Oh, did he ever.
-”Terry! You’re back!”-
He sees your form emerging through the shadows, seeming worried, moving at a brisk pace, arms extended, reaching towards him like he needed any fucking help. He was old but he wasn't a fucking cripple. He wasn't handicapped. He was more capable than you were at your green age. More agile. Stronger. Thirty years back, he'd show you a thing or two about endurance. Real power. Real damage. He clicks his tongue, brushing you off, stumbling wordlessly forward. Your brows shoot up, overshadowered with concern, like you were confused with the gesture --- hurt and attempting not to show it, right before trying again, stubborn in your devotion. He knew you would do that as well. So predictable. Everything you did was sweet, stupid and predictable. The fact that you were eager to him coming home, even though he was coming him in a state...it ached so much he could feel his skin shiver. His jaw goddamn nearly trembling. -”Terry, let me help you, please!”- You grab his forearm, tenderly, doing so without asking, stepping in front of him, cutting his space of movement off. Now, that he doesn't appreciate. -”I don’t need your,”- Terry seethes, not caring how inebriated he sounded, his words laced with hiccups. -”Or anyone’s help!”-
Maybe that would give you a hint to keep your distance.
-”You’re not doing well.”-
You remark, ever so politically correct and caring of his fucking feelings, trying to avoid calling things by their proper name. He wasn't doing well? No. Correction; he was drunk. Plastered. Shitfaced. A lesser man would be crawling all over the floor by now, but he? He was no lesser man. He still had enough tenacity in him tonight to smite you for even giving a damn what he was up to. Terry reaches forward, not bothering to give you a warning, snatching your wrist and squeezing on the gentle flesh. -”And who do you think is to blame for that, huh?”- He slides forward, face to face, until he was certain you could smell his breath; Perfect. Be repulsed by it. You should've been a smart little robot and gone to sleep by now. Instead of your disgust, though, against all anticipation, he's met with profound grief. You yelp. -”You’re hurting me!”-
-”Good.”- Terry coos, feeling his gut grow warm at the notion.
It was either that or all the whisky in his Limo's minibar.
Possibly a little bit of both.
-”You deserve a cruel tutelage.”-
He murmurs, looking you up and down, his eyes finally landing back on your face. Your mouth partially open in shock. Eyes befuddled and lost. Sharp intakes of breath burdening your chest with a visibly panicked pace. Fear is palpable. -”Do you want to know why I’ve been getting shickered up tonight? Do you really?”- He chuckles, feeling the bitterness coil inside of him like a wildfire. He's been drinking because of you and here you were, acting the saint. All worried and concerned about him. A patient paramour, waiting for him to come home. You should've ran. Should've ran while you had the chance. Now, you were faced with the scorpion and he was about to prick. Then again, what was he thinking? You, running? Where? How? As if he'd let you go. As if he'd let you get away. You shake your head, your teeth gritted with pain, not knowing the answer to this question. Ever naive. Ever dumb. With his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, he drags your forward, further into the dark lobby and down the foyer. You squeal in surprise. -”For the past thirty years, my life’s been bullshit.”- He confesses, chuckling at the notion. No, really. It was complete and utter tripe. You sound distressed even as he pushed you forward, like you wanted to dissuade him. Convince him his life wasn't wasted in a feeble attempt to console him.
Figures.
-”Terry!”-
Your voice is horse and he shakes his head, leading you down the corridor by force. Force is just about the only language you and your pigheaded attempts at pity would understand right now. -”Shrinks, reinvention, pills, damage control, living up here —”- He taps the edge of his own forehead as he lists everything that came to mind off in a haste. -”Those schmucks I’ve kept around.”- He digs his teeth into his lower lip, feeling particularly infuriated at the thought that he's wasted time with a bunch of mimes when he could've had you instead. But, you weren't in his life then, were you? You only came into his life recently. Fucked everything up. -”John.”- He adds, reaching a door, grabbing its handle. Another person he loved. Another person that fucked everything up. Just like you did. -"Denying myself every impulse! Everything that ever made me happy! For what?"- Terry slings the door open not caring if it hit the interior room's wall with a loud thud, pushing you forward and shoving your back inside. You stumble forward. Terry shuts the bedroom door behind himself. The loudness of the sound resonates. -"Did anyone ever say 'Thank you'?"- He murmurs, looking at you. He could've had you. Ten years ago. Twenty. Thirty. When he returned from Vietnam, or even before. If only you were older. Born earlier. Instead, he was there idly wasting his time trying to shed his skin and reinvent himself into a happiness that wasn't even born yet. If that wasn't the biggest irony of his life, he didn't know what was.
Yeah, he drowned the conclusion in a bottle.
What else was there to do?
Let it drown him instead?
-”And you come into my life when its about to end.”-
The scorpion pricks when he saunters forward, fingers coiling into your hair, hardening into a fist, pulling your head backwards and trapping you like that. You moan in pain. Your hands attempting to grab at his own hand, peel him off somehow. Your knees coming up helplessly, trying to put distance between you and him. Your expression fading into a blur. There was four of you in front of him and he'd fucking break all four tonight. -”Legs. Open.”- Terry growls his order, pushing your thighs apart. Placing his own leg between them as a barrier, right before he thrusts on the mattress behind your back. You fall limp, bouncing ever so slightly, hips parted, just as he liked them. There's no finesse to the act. It is crude. It was meant to be like that. He grabs you by the shoulders, holding you down with his weight as he grips the hem of your blouse, dragging it forward and ripping the fabric, splitting it where the buttons connected, sending them flying like bullets ricocheting off of the floor. You shriek. Hands coming up to conceal your chest. -”Why? Couldn’t? You? Let? Sleeping? Dogs lie?”- Terry feels his own voice coming out like a growl and no, there would be no mercy. He grabs both of your arms. Away from your torso, pinning them over your head.
-”Why did you have to poke the bear?”- He breathes furiously, close enough to sense your nostrils flaring hot breath as you exhaled and inhaled at a rapid pace. You blink, protesting. About to defend yourself.
-”I didn’t, I —”-
-”You did!”- He cuts you off, insisting, seething through lips pushed together firmly. You know what you did, and now, you would bear the brunt of the consequences. Determined fingers pull down his zipper and he feels himself hard before he's ever even done anything, even though he was certain the potent mix of tonight's Cognac will have him cumming quickly and sloppily inside of you, spilling a mess of anger, desperation, inebriation, his own age and desire inside of you like a hot flood, that's a chance he's willing to take as he starts stroking, preparing himself, unkind to his own flesh, kneading back and forth to the point of it being almost painful. -”You made an old man happy. That’s war.”- He grunts, never looking away from you, because there was nowhere he'd be rather looking in the whole fucking World. You did, you know? You really did. You made him happy. Profoundly, unbelievably happy. Terry Silver never liked ironies he had to endure on his own back, and him finding the love of his life at nearly seventy years of age was an irony that made him want slam his fist into the wall into he bled. -”I should finish you for that.”- He nearly spits as he throbs into his own fist, leaning forward, until his face was between your legs, split apart by the presence of his knee. Removing his own thigh as a barrier, he leans down, licking you and humming. Pleasure mingled with a half-growl.
-”But, I love you!”- You plead, this time, through a hiccup of oncoming sobs.
You try to squeeze your legs shut, but not before long, the head of his cock is massaging your flesh, up and down, up and down, preventing you, slipping into your loose, slippery, wet slit. -”See! That right there! That’s exactly the problem!”- Terry finds time to be analytical and smiles somewhat bitterly, letting go of where he was holding you, below your knee, wiggling his index finger and smiles somewhat bitterly, amused by how critically the point was flying over your head right now. And yet, he was the drunk one. -”I don’t have the time left for that shit.”- He thrusts as he speaks, pushing into you, groaning. He loved you too. Loved you more than a mosquito craves blood, but that crap wasn't anything that he could actually live to its fruition. How did you not realize that? If he ever fucked his children into you, he'd be dead before they ever went to school. You'd be far from middle aged by the time he would be turning centennial. How the fuck was that not a cause for grief and wrath!? It would be easier if he simply never cared for you. If you were some warm body. Someone he was compensating with loads of cash. Favors. Trips. Garden cocktail parties. By kickstarting your inane, idiotic business or something. They all wanted a business kickstarted nowadays, but not you. You were actually in it for love and you made all of it for free and fuck you for that. For making it ache like a motherfucker.
The Scorpion's out to kill.
-”This right here! This is just about the only thing we have time to do.”-
He feels himself growling, rutting into you, sweat trickling down his forehead, heated by the alcohol. By you. Gesturing to where his cock connected with you for emphasis. Yes. Sex. Validly, he couldn't start planning anything concrete with you because he didn't have the decades necessary to pull it off. Fucking you until he physically could for as long as he still could was believably all he had left and he'd utilize every moment like it could be his last, because it could. It could be his last. Maybe if he just dropped dead from a stroke while still inside of you, it would be a perfect way to go. Sure. He was always meant to die on the battlefield, but dying with lodged inside of living heaven incarnate was a step up the figurative ladder. Yeah. Sex was all he had. -”That’s not true, Terry! No!”- At this point you're crying and something lurches in his gut. For a second, he thinks it is arousal, seeing you like this, and then he recognizes it as the putrid, horrendous swell of regret. He finds himself slowing down, nearly growing limp inside of you. Not true? What else was there? Could he have a family? Could he be with you all of his life? No. This was the winter of his life. You were a spring turning summer. That's why he was drunk. That's why not even a whole private cellar worth of bullshit would help numb him.
Because you came too late.
And there was nothing in the world he could do to change that crap.
-”You don’t get to decide what’s true and what isn’t when you’re the one getting pounded.”-
He threatens you, or at least he tries and for a moment or short-lived glee, arming himself with a sort of barb he never gets to use to the extent he wanted to use it and he isn't certain if the saltiness of sweat from his scalp was running down his cheek or if he was silently crying too, without making a sound, the rage deflating along with his body and he slips out of you with a moist popping sound, entirely flaccid and soft, his shaft leaking cum over his fingers and unto the bedsheets crumpled from the onslaught as he practically falls over, or rather, lets himself fall in a half-embrace, holding you for dear life, feeling you return the hug, ragged sobs shaking against him, his cock twitching painfully. Fuck sake. Your care would get him off faster than what he just did to you. Humiliation, indignity, yearning and wrath mixing, he wants to hold you like his and squeeze you until your bones crack and turn to dust under his vice grip and this very bed becomes your funeral shroud. Instead, he just lays there, inhaling your scent, his lips finding it in themselves to touch the nuzzled spot of your neck, peppering it with saliva ridden spots, licking you, finding that even now, like this, disheveled, shitfaced, unbuckled pants, he was still happy.
Desperate, but happy.
-"You know that bullshit fable,"- He slurs, feeling his eye lids grow heavy.
Voice heavy with desire and intoxication.
You no longer fight. Wiggle. Struggle. You're perfectly still. Listening.
The bedroom dark, suddenly achingly quiet.
He swears he can hear you gulping and swallowing.
-"When the Scorpion pricked the Frog crossing the river on its back, the Frog asked why and the Scorpion answered he had to, because its in his nature. They both sank."- Terry doesn't see your face, but he hears you sniffling --- your breathing and heartbeat stabilizing and he nuzzles even closer --- needing to be closer like life itself depended on it, chuckling, hand squeezing itself around your waist. He doesn't know what he was trying to say with that or what he'd conclusively add to it as he closed his eyes, finding your warmth soothing from the sudden dizziness and the profound headache he knew was coming, but he figured, that if you and him sank, at least you'd sink together --- and he'd be capable of that. He'd be capable of piercing himself on his own venomous needle after he was done with you. There was nobody Terry Silver would rather sink with.
Nobody else he'd ever allow you to sink with but him.
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Hello! As a loyal AO3 user, I feel like I might be missing some nice fics that get posted only on ffnet... do you have any recs for Phrack fics over there? Thanks in advance, the Wardlow Collection rocks!
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FanFiction.Net Recommendations
Thank you for the ask, @earanie! 
This is actually a tricky question,that has preoccupied the librarians quite a lot! 
We’ve been debating how deeplywe should delve into the list, since ffnet is a whole platform. We decided – evenif this is hard for @whopooh​ to accept – that we can’t try to catch everything,but at least point out some really good stuff.  
For the Miss Fisher fandom, therereally are differences between ffnet and ao3, and ao3 is much more used. For onething, ffnet is harder to navigate, since it doesn’t use tags. One can also seethat the fics come from slightly different fanons; ffnet tends to skew towards moretraditional gender roles (which is not to our personal taste, so we haven’t included them here), but there are some utterly wonderful fics there.
So, instead of trying to be supercomprehensive, we’ve added in some fics we really like, and we hope you’ll beable to navigate from there. 
(Quite a few fics on ffnet are also on AO3, and none of them are included here, as much as it pains us.)
Gingham’s Repentance (2015) is a fic that most of the librarians love. Angsty, very well-written,and Jack takes a lot of (metaphorical) beating before it lightens up again. @olderbynow​ confesses that “it spoke to my x-files fangirl self, who could spend daysreading novel length mulder torture”. It also has a sequel, Through this Horror (2016).
Another angsty and beloved fic is Idolatrus’ Ulumbarra (2014-15), a rich story about Phryne and Jack having to hide away, and theirrelationship developing in this fraught time. To @firesign23, “Ulumbarra was one of the first long fics I read in the fandom, and one I come back to. It has beautiful scenery, Jack’s past, and a sure-fire setup of two people alone in an isolated location with emotions running high.“ Idolatrus has recently completed a newstory, Blue Sky, River Red (2018), which is an elaborate casefic that deals withinteresting Australian themes and social issues, and is a follow-on from the author’s 2015 ficathon fic Little By Little, Day By Day which was only very recently reposted to ao3. The angst comes from the possibility of Phryne and Jack being truly incompatible, no matter how much they may loveeach other, which may not be everyone’s cup of tea.  
So, leaving the super angst, here’s somefun and sweet stories. 
Katinka31′s Resemblance (2016) is a lovely fic about Jack’s family. Itcomes from a ficathon and used to be on ao3 too, but disappeared when those fics gotdeleted.  
Another fun one is The Case of the Guardian Angel (2013),which @firesign23​ especially likes for its take on Dot and Hugh as they try to solve the mystery of their mysterious benefactor and the generous wedding gift bestowed. Firebird9′s Compelling (2014) is a fic that @solitarycyclistadventures​ remembers for its combination of sweet and hot. 
WhatsABriard Around the Block (2015), a post-Blood & Money fic which asks “are they sleeping together?” is a favourite of @ollyjayonline​‘s, and @whopooh​is fond of Firenze’s fun and cheeky The Book (2013-15), that weaves a storyline in parallel with the show’s progression, focusing on thatillicit book Phryne lends to Hugh. @whopooh​ also wants to rec a few shortbut very nice fics from a Cluedo challenge that has stuck in her mind, all of them by LemmingDancer: A Healing Touch, A night on the town, and A little mishap with a sword (2014).
For a Terry Pratchett lover, this crossovermay be fun: Firebird9′s Here Be Dragons (2014). Seldarius’ A Long Walk Home (2013) gives a moment of introspective Jack.
Gingham, the writer of Repentance, alsohas fics that are less angsty, like the very sweet Bedfellows (2016), and both @firesign23and @whopooh have a soft spot for all of them, so we’ll rec the entire writer’s catalogue. 
@firesign23 also wants to recommend Elliott Silver’s Perihelion (2014). Set after the events of series one, it is an introspective and cosmological examination of what it means to be in the aftermath of answers, and finding balance. 
Because we know how much you lovedmarried Phrack, there are two long series of fics that continue in their own world of marriage that might be up your alley: one is the fics by MissTempleton, and the other, that @kansteespecially remembers with fondness, is Seldarius Phryniverse.
These are some of the fics on ffnet, we hope you’ll enjoy them!
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Other Terry Silver creators on here also write about different tig characters. It’s your page; you do what makes you happy!
Thank you very much for your reply - it's now on my to-do list!
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Musique Concrète and Other Experimental And Electronic Music
New Post has been published on https://grahamstoney.com/music/musique-concrete-and-other-experimental-and-electronic-music
Musique Concrète and Other Experimental And Electronic Music
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In the subject Creative Music Technology at university last semester, I was asked to listen to a collection of experimental and electronic music to stimulate my creative imagination, and to write what I liked and didn't like about it. Here's my rather cynical take on the genre.
Musique Concrète
Pierre Schaeffer and Pierre Henry – Symphonie pour un Homme Seul
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This piece reminded me of Strauss’s Symphonia Domestica; only less musical. I’m a Homme Seul (single man) and my life doesn’t sound anything like this. In his book La musique concrète, Schaeffer described the work as “an opera for blind people…”. Haven’t they suffered enough?
Edgard Varèse – Poème Électronique
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The audio equivalent of Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali’s Un Chien Andalou.
Does to my ears what the asbestos coating on the walls of the Philips Pavilion at the 1958 Brussels World’s Fair for which it was commissioned, would do to my lungs.
György Ligeti – Artikulation
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George Lucas must owe Ligeti millions in royalties for R2D2’s sound effects. Initially I thought I was joking when I first wrote that, but I’ve since discovered that he was actually trying to create a sort of phonetic speech in electronic music, which pretty much fits R2D2’s dialogue. Plus, the title is German for “articulation”. That should have been a giveaway.
I thought this piece might make more sense to me if I played it backwards, so I dropped it into Logic Pro X and reversed it. I couldn’t tell the difference. Perhaps I would have enjoyed it more if I listened to it in the original quadraphonic. I’ll just end noting that Ligeti abandoned electronic music after composing this piece.
Iannis Xenakis – Concret PH
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2 minutes and 44 seconds of breaking glass to my ears. I think I’d rather listen to Kraftwerk.
Karlheinz Stockhausen – Kontakte
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It’s long. It’s too long. I think this is how Jacob Collier learned to play piano in his mother’s womb; but look at him now. The title is German for “Contacts”, which I think Stockhausen interpreted as “Just hit the things.” Maybe it sounds better in the original quadraphonic.
Stockhausen was evidently a pioneer of the extended dance remix, as the work exists in several versions: “Nr. 12”, “Nr. 12½” and “Nr. 12⅔”
Bernard Parmegiani - Accidents / harmoniques
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Parmegiani had studied mime before turning his hand to electro-acoustic composition, and in this piece it really shows. From the album De Natura Sonorum (the nature of sound). I felt like there were Martians in my head listening to this. Surely he’s just playing a joke on us.
Pauline Oliveiros – Bye Bye Butterfly
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Bids farewell to the institutionalized oppression of the female sex while also providing inspiration for the sound of the Theramin. Gave my new monitor speakers a good workout; I hope the neighbours enjoyed it too.
Tape Loops
Steve Reich – It’s Gonna Rain
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I’ve got this pervasive feeling that it’s going to rain. I’m not sure why. I liked the way the meteorological message panned left and right. More like It’s Gonna Have An Acid Trip.
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Halleluiah Part II is over. I’m not sure how I lasted the full 18 minutes.
Terry Riley – Mescalin Mix
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Parts of this sounded to me like an industrial version of native Australian bush sounds. I felt like I was on a camping trip in the 23rd century.
Brian Eno – 1/1
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From his album Music For Airports/Ambient 1, which apparently coined the term Ambient Music. Brian Eno has a lot to answer for. However, this track put me in a relaxing state, ready to fall asleep on the plane; so I liked it.
Sampling
Luc Ferrari – Ronda, Spain, June 2001
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After being jolted awake by the sound of a loud sliding door opening to greet the day, I was drawn into this by the sweet sound of a French woman’s voice. I imagined she was Ferrari’s lover, speaking to him in bed after awakening on a warm Spanish summer Sunday morning. I wanted to know what she was saying, but my French isn’t good enough. In my mind’s eye, they head to a busy market together to buy some croissants for breakfast, where we hear a man’s voice repeating “numero quatro”, which I assumed is Spanish for “number 4”. As the voices fade, the sound becomes more musical and we return to the soft sound of Ronda speaking to her beloved back in their villa together. I quite liked it.
My interpretation, however, is not what the composer had in mind. According to him, the point of Les Anecdotiques (The Anecdotals) is to dispense with the story altogether. My busy market was, in fact, the sound of Spanish tourists in a museum. While he describes the woman’s words as “Spontaneous and intimate”, in this context they are simply words in a foreign language with no narrative purpose. Just another one of Pierre Schaeffer and Michel Chion’s sound objects, if you will. My narrative interpretation of what was intended as an explicitly anecdotal work is testament to the human brain’s tendency to make meaning out of nothing. It turns out Rhonda is a village in Spain, not a woman.
Still, I enjoyed my little fantasy, thank you Luc.
John Oswald – Manifold
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Wow, this was short. I didn’t even have time to eat breakfast while listening to it. It was only about as long as the Spotify ads, but certainly more fun. I recognised a couple of songs, like U2’s With or Without You and Sinead O’Connor’s Nothing Compares To You. Artists who use samples liberally often sample obscure works, sometimes affording them attention they would otherwise have missed; but in this work Oswald went mainstream. It sounded to me like the soundtrack to a sample-abusing hip-hop artist from the 1990’s being beaten up in a boxing ring by all the artists who reckoned he’d ripped off their work.
Tod Dockstader - Water Music: Part III
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I quite liked this piece. The cuteness of the sounds and the stereo effects bouncing between the left and right channels really drew me in. I’ve recently got myself some decent monitor speakers for my home studio and this piece really worked on them. Pretty amazing for something released in 1963.
Dockstader started out in the 1940’s, prior to the invention of magnetic tape, editing his steel wire recordings with a lit cigarette. That makes me realise how much I take the piece-of-crap Logic Pro X File Editor for granted. Listening to this, I found myself wanting to know what was going to happen next, like I was watching a soap opera on TV; only with no actual story.
Synthesis
Karlheinz Stockhausen – Studie I
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I found this quite disorienting to listen to. I guess it was revolutionary in 1953 but I reckon now you could whip it up in Ableton in about 5 minutes using the Random MIDI Effect and some automation.
Eliane Radigue – Jetsun Mila (Pt.1) / Birth and Youth (Excerpt)
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I liked how the pulsing ambient drone sound in this grew over time; it drew me in and had me wondering what was going to happen next. Unfortunately the answer was: not much. Gradually a rhythmic element with some high pulsing tones which grew over time came in. It was a bit like listening to a very slow EDM dance track from underwater in a diesel-powered submarine going at full throttle for 12 minutes.
Laurie Spiegel – Appalachian Grove: I
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I liked the pulsing stereo effects in this piece and the way the tonal characteristics of the sound varied while the pitch changed. It’s much more melodic than the other tracks we’ve listened to and that made it more enjoyable to my ears. It got a bit harsh in the middle though. This piece puts the musique in musique concrète.
Morton Subotnick – Silver Apples of the Moon – Part A
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Perhaps the sound designer for Star Wars had this in mind when creating the sound effects for R2D2. I kind of lost the flow of the conversation without the witty English-accented retorts from C3PO though. Morton Sobotnick is described as The Mad Scientist in one interview, and I think if I listen to this too often I’ll end up fitting one of the DSM-5 diagnostic categories I’m learning about over in PSYC1002.
Suzanne Ciani – Concert at Phil Niblock’s Loft
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This piece had some funky sounds that I liked. The start reminded me a bit of Kraftwerk but without the rhythm and melody; although it did get more melodic later. I’d probably give it a Distinction for its use of technology given it was made in 1975, but only a Credit for musicality.
Barry Schraeder – Lost Atlantis: Introduction
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At first, I thought this sounded a lot like a modern ad for KFC; then I realised I was hearing a Spotify ad.
I liked the ambient sounds in this piece and the way it surged in and out with its “mysterious tone colors”. It slowly builds to a crescendo until we get the drop that EDM lovers crave, and then built more quickly to the ultimate drop at the end. I kept wondering what was going to happen next; I’d still rather listen to Fleetwood Mac, Supertramp or Queen though.
Contemporary Examples
Amon Tobin – Foley Room
DJ & producer. Retain percussive quality through sounds. Horsefish & Esther’s. Create beauty and delicate textures from sounds. Pitched percussive material. Fast loops. New textures. Funky beats. Check out the Foley Room Documentary.
Aphex Twin - 1ST 44
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Acid house DJ in rave scene. Intelligent Dance Music. More complex sampling, polyrhythms, rhythmic patterns. From Collapsed album. Polyrhythms sounded funky. Lots of variation.
Holly Herndon – Chorus
Intersection of humanity and technology. Recorded web browsing. Stereo ping-pong effects. Here’s a talk she gave about her creative process.
Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith – Riparian
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This was my favourite out of these three, largely because it sounds the most musical to my ears. I liked the pulsing beat in this track. I can hear a bass line for instance, melodies played on the synth and lyrics, although I can’t tell what they are saying. I also like the way the soundscape swirls around when listened to with headphones. It feels ambient, immersive and musical all at the same time. I get the sense that she’s using the electronics at her disposal in service of the music rather than the other way around. There’s even a great video about how she uses modular synthesis.
Graham Stoney - Foster le Concrète
"How hard can it be?", I asked myself. And since I had an assignment to do, I wrote my own musique concrète track based on the drum rhythm from one of my favourite songs, Coming of Age by Foster The People. I even made a breakdown video showing how I did it; because that's what the assignment required.
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Conclusion
I didn’t take too easily to some of the more experimental musique concrète pieces we studied at the beginning of this semester. The weekly listening tasks felt harsh to my untrained ears and I would think mean things like:
“Didn’t the Geneva Convention ban cruel and unusual punishment?”
Perhaps these tracks will never be my preferred go-to pieces for chilling out on a Friday night, but when I look back at some of my cynicism-laced early comments in these discussion threads, I cringe. I just didn’t appreciate the historical significance of these pieces and how they might have influenced later electronic music that I do enjoy, like Kraftwerk say.
Then in Angharad Davis’s Music Colloquium Series talk on George Antheil’s Ballet Mécanique, when she played a snippet of the work I heard sounds reminiscent of musique concrète. Sure enough, they were roughly contemporaneous, and Antheil had been living in Paris at the time musique concrète was just getting started. You never know when something you study in one arena will pop up elsewhere.
Another thing I’ve learned in this subject is about taking creative risks and learning to follow my gut instincts without worrying whether a concept will work, or other people will like it. This has been an opportunity for me to explore that. My Formative Skills Assignment piece Foster le Concrète was in part a reaction to my frustration at the lack of discernible rhythm in some of the early pieces we studied. However, I really didn’t know whether the concept was going to work, and that was a little anxiety-inducing; especially given that I was doing it for an assignment which would be graded. I was quite touched to hear other students say they liked the end result, and I feel more confident about following my gut instincts in future and seeing what I end up.
Finally, I’ve been really inspired by the creativity of the other students in this subject. It’s been a weird experience studying online this year without ever meeting them in person, but I’ve really enjoyed hearing the creative works everyone came up with. They’re all so distinctive and amazingly different, it’s incredible; yet they were all products of the same brief. I can’t wait to hear everyone's works on the radio, TV, movies, video games, Spotify, or whatever audio technology is around when we all graduate: live streaming direct to our neurons perhaps?
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Conscious Quarantine – A Living List by Lex Weinstein
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Hello Friends,
I know this is an uncertain time, one that triggers the worst in us: fear, scarcity, confusion, grief… Each moment feels like an hour, each day melting into the next. If we ourselves aren’t suffering from illness or mourning someone who is, we are in isolation, grasping for understanding of what to do, how long we will be here, and what the world will even look like when we emerge.
I humbly believe that the only way to discern what the future holds is to consciously create it ourselves; bit by bit, day by day, one tiny step forward at a time. Not by doing, but by being, imagining, and visualizing… by having the courage to go inward as time stands still and we are finally given permission to slow down and listen.
With the tragedy that accompanies this pandemic, we are also gifted silver linings that have the potential to propel us into a more intentional, regenerative, and conscious system of living, giving this crisis purpose, and us the opportunity to triumph.
To help inspire joy and renewed intention during this period of reflection, I’ve compiled a living list of my  favorite books, playlists, podcasts, films and more with artists, ecologists, and mentors I treasure and admire. It will continue to grow as I reflect on what has shaped my personal journey that I can share on our collective path of understanding.
In the wise words of the beloved Ram Dass, BE. HERE. NOW.  Mother Nature is running her course, forcing us to pause, reset, and reassess our consumption habits, trauma, and lifestyle patterns. Never before has society paused long enough to absorb this true gift of PRESENCE, and the ability to honor stillness, meditation, family, and introspection, to ask ourselves what really matters most, and acknowledge the natural world with which we are are so deeply connected, and yet take for granted on most days.
May the words, melodies, and stories of others inspire you to share and honor yours, and come out of the stillness reawakened. Take care, stay safe, and enjoy.
-Lex
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To DO:
The hard truth: not much. Just being present is the best medicine for this current state of affairs, which isn’t easy. So here are some resources to help. And don’t worry if you can’t manage ANY of these. This is  a time for compassion, NOT judgement. These are simply here if you need them, today, tomorrow, or a year from now. Not all of these will resonate with every one. Take what you like, leave what you don’t.
Meditation
10 minute Chakra Balance
Immune Building against Infectious Disease (science first, meditation starts at 7:20) / Dawson Church
Facing Pandemic Fears with an Awake Heart / Tara Brach
Finding Hope in Uncertain Times / Oprah + Deepak Chopra
Yoga
Elemental Yoga Videos / Leia Vita
Return Home Series / Kayla Nielson
Gather Studio Instagram Lives
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Breathwork
Wim Hof Method Breathing
Reis Paluso – ourbreathcollective.com  or  @gatherencinitas IG Live
Journal
AllSwell Creative Notebook + Writing Prompt Deck
The Wild Unknown Journal / Kim Krans
The Artist’s Way
Personal Coaching
1:1 With AllSwell Creative Coaching / Laura Rubin
Radical Voyage  Equinimity Coaching / Troy Eckert
Garden
Healing Through Gardening / Vandana Shiva x Kiss The Ground
Return of the Victory Garden / Kiss The Ground
How to Start Your Veggie Garden / Korduroy.tv 
Kitchen Scrap Gardening / Plastic Free Mermaid 
Regenerative Farming and Living Course / Kiss The Ground 
7 Steps to Starting and Enjoying an Organic Garden / OnlyOrganic.org
Johnny’s Organic Seeds 
Or…
Spend time A L O N E  in nature 
Build an altar
B A T H S ! 
Interview your Grandparents, find out the stories of your family lineage/start a family tree
Composting
Start to minimize your belongings, transition to a more waste free lifestyle. 
Try out Oracle Cards / Animal Spirit Deck / Tarot
3 months of free guitar/ukulele lessons / Fender Play
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To READ:
For Help
 When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times / Pema Chodron
It’s Okay That You’re Not Okay / Megan Devine
Die Wise or Come of Age / Stephen Jenkinson
The Power of Now / Eckhart Tolle
A New Earth / Eckhart Tolle
How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy / Jenny Odell
The Wisdom of Insecurity / Alan Watts
How to Sit / Ticht Naht Han
The Four Agreements / Don Miguel Ruiz
Hope in the Dark / Rebecca Solnit
For Inspiration
Swell / Captain Liz Clark
Be Here Now / Ram Dass
Walden / Henry David Thoreau
The Prophet / Kahlil Gibran
Letters to a Young Poet / Rainer Maria Rilke
Ishmael / Daniel Quinn
Women Who Run With The Wolves / Clarissa Pinkola Estes
The Alchemist / Paulo Cohelo
Denali / Ben Moon
Small Homes / Lloyd Kahn
For Education
Rituals for Resilience / Loam x Earth Is Ohana
Micro Movements / Kate Weiner
Ecopsychology: Restoring the Earth, Healing the Mind / Edited by Theodore Roszak, Mary E. Gomes and Allen D. Kanner
Blue Mind / Wallace J. Nichols
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants /   Robin Wall Kimmerer
How to Change Your Mind or The Botany of Desire / Michael Pollen
Earth Democracy / Vandana Shiva
Food Books To Inspire Action
Cunt: A Declaration of Independence / Ingrid Muscio
Native Science / George Cajete
For Healthy Distraction
The Surfer’s Journal
Life of Pi / Yann Martel
Let my People Go Surfing / Yvonne Chouinard 
Surf Is Where You Find It / Gerry Lopez
Jitterbug Perfume or Still Life With Woodpecker /  Tom Robbins
The Hero with A Thousand Faces / Joseph Campbell 
Room Full of Mirrors: A Biography of Jimi Hendrix
Just Kids / Patti Smith
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To DOWNLOAD:
Podcasts
Loam Listen – a movement of compassionate and creative activists who strive to support one another as we find our footing in the heart of the climate crisis.
For The Wild Podcast – an anthology of the Anthropocene
For The Wild: Trebbe Johnson on Bearing Witness to Wounded Spaces
For The Wild: Janine Benyus on Redesigning Society Based on Nature
For The Wild: Stephen Jenkinson on Closing TIme
Water People Podcast – with Dave Rastovich and Lauren L. Hill
Rich Roll Podcast: Ep. 508 Zach Bush, MD On A Pandemic Of Possibility (any episode with Zach Bush, MD)
Russell Brand’s Under The Skin: #74 Ceremony, Relationships, and Communal Living (with Shaman Wendy Mandy)
Oprah and Eckhart Tolle: A New Earth Series
Authentic Sex with Juliet Allen: How to Feel Great Naked wtih Leela Kalyani
Wild Ideas Worth Living by Shelby Stanger
Spotify Playlists
Songs for Wild Times / by Adam Walker
Salt / by Drew Hertz
Swirl Tapes – Round 3 Tape 4 / by GRLSWIRL
Pocket / Jonny Alexander
Plantasia / Mort Garson
Apps
Savage Kitchen – Forage with confidence
The Pattern – Better understand Yourself and Others
Headspace – Meditation & Sleep
Picture This – Plant Identifier
Night Sky – Guide to the Sky Above
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To EAT:
Spring Recipe Roundup / Delicious Seasonal Recipes By OnlyOrganic.org
Good and Cheap – Eat Well on $4 A Day / 100 Recipes To Maximize Your Ingredients With Leanne Brown
This Cheese is Nuts / Make Your Own Plant Based Cheese With Julie Piatt
Vegetable Kingdom: The Abundant World of Vegan Recipes / Bryant Terry
The New Wildcrafted Cuisine: Exploring the Exotic Gastronomy of Local Terrior / Identify plants and forage ingredients by Pascal Baudar
Wild Fermentation / Sandor Ellix Katz
Simple Green Meals: 100+ Plant-Powered Recipes to Thrive from the Inside Out: A Cookbook / Jen Hansard
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To WATCH:
Surf Films
Sprout / Thomas Campbell 
The Present / Thomas Campbell 
Morning of The Earth / Albert Fazon
The Innermost Limits of Pure Fun / George Greenough
Stoked and Broke / Cyrus Sutton
Compassing / Cyrus Sutton
Spoons / Origins Archival
Single Fin Yellow / Jason Baffa
One California Day / Mark Jeremias 
Shelter / Taylor Steele
Castles in the Sky / Taylor Steele
Endless Summer / Bruce Brown
Five Summer Stories / Greg MacGillivray
Thank You Mother / Ishka Folkwell
Church of the Open Sky / Nathan Oldfield
Zone Frequency / Jack Coleman
Inner Wild / The Seea
Movies/Classics
2040
Whale Rider
Into The Wild
The Motorcycle Diaries
Garden State
Darjeeling Limited
Life Aquatic
The Big Sick
Little Miss Sunshine
The Big Lebowski
Half Baked
Pulp Fiction
Forrest Gump
Easy Rider
Gandhi
Seven Years in Tibet
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Netflix
Heal
Maya Angelou – And Still I Rise
Period: End of Sentence
Grass is Greener
Brenee Brown: The Call To Courage
Jane
Terra
Crip Camp
The Mask You Live In
Chasing Coral
John & Yoko: Above Us Only Sky
Cooked
Gentefied
The Last Laugh
Fish People
Chef’s Table 
High Maintenance  (HBO)
Documentaries
Farmer’s Footprint
Fantastic Fungi
Biggest Little Farm
Island Earth
Searching for Sugarman
Youtube
Sea Lone / Onde Nostre x The Seea
La Bailarina / Higher Latitude Films
Sea Movies / KorduroyTV
Weird Waves / Dylan Graves
Paradise Awareness Outreach / Tanner Gudauskas
Ryan Burch Pink Fish / KorduroyTV
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@terrence-silver, I wanted to give you a proper reblog first, but there is no way I am not going to gush about it in detail. These, my dear, are absolutely gorgeous and stunning and - well, let's try to put it into some articulate appreciation. (Deep breath. *Fans hands*. Oh, come on, I can do this.)
The backlit lushness of them, exactly like you've already described (do put these together), you've managed to both convey how Terry sees them and how Dougal sees them. They are otherworldly, the little glints on the dark clothing, the jackets - is that a cape Mr. Silver? - the little glints of metal, of course, buckles and stirrups and jewelry, yes, but also how the sunlight bathes them, Terry'silver hair, the gold of his Beloved, they might as well have been glints of something undefined. They're setting everything around them alight. And yet. The looks they give each other are so soft. The way beloved has wrapped herself in the jacket, and how he's tilted towards her. This is love, baby. Deep love. I love too, how Beloved's horse is almost as attuned to him in a relaxed way, both of the horses are relaxed, because they trust they're in safe hands, my heart...! Beloved looking exactly as you said, a little tired, a little unsure, but she's with Terry! And the softness I always thought Ireland might bring out in him, there it is in all its fierce glory. They want to kiss each other so much!
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