#this is so Adam and Anna's theme

[byou-shin]

These sims are characters from my story "Paradise Prison". I like gothic story with religious theme plus with vampires, so I made it for my own satisfaction :) my fantasy life wouldn't be complete without these cc makers, so big thanks ^^

poster 1 : dress 1 & 2 by @miro-sims ; hair 2 by @jino-sims ; stocking 1 by Cheryl sgly ; stocking 2 by @arltos

poster 2 : hair 1 & 2 @jujujam-juice

poster 3 : veil by @yaya-maya-sims ; dress @vintagesimstress ; necklace by @ Cheryl sgly ; glasses @kaguya-fox

poster 4 : hair by @zaozzaa ; veil @yaya-maya-sims ; dress @kaguya-fox

poster 5 : dress by @lin-dian ; blouse by @yaya-maya-sims ; necklace @yuyulie

poster 6 : suit by @lin-dian ; hair by @ Kotehok + @jino-sims

poster 7 : military uniform by @simnasimsworld ; suit + vest @lin-dian

poster 8 : suit by @natalia-auditore ; hair by @wingssims

thanks to @miwksowp for helping me with my english for Adam's character profile :D (poster 5)

-> character names ->

Adam & Annabeth

Glenn & Adam

Sharon

Loretta

Adam

Xion

Adam, Gabriel, Morgan, Glenn

Gabriel

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mini Character Profiles (at the moment~)

Year : mid 1800s

Adam

Born name : - Given name : Adam, Adam Noir Sangriento Nickname : Adam, Noir, the Messiah Age : 13 years old (beginning of the story) - 16 years old (ending) Species : dhampire-methuselah Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Sanctus Dei testis Annuntiatio Evangelii, Sadisgate "Schwazer Anfang", Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka, The House of Vogt Status : alive

Annabeth Vogt

Nickname : Anna, Annabeth Age : 14 (beginning of the story) - 16 (death day) Species : human Affiliation : The House of Vogt Status : deceased

Gabriel Tenebress

Nickname : Gabriel, Gaby, Brother Gabriel, Angelo Age : 30 years old (beginning of the story) - 33 (ending) Species : human Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Tenebrae Exterminatio Sancti Exercitus, Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka, Orientem Canis Status : alive

Morgan Tenebress

Nickname : Morgan, Mauros, Father Morgan Age : 29 years old (beginning of the story) - 33 years old (ending) Species : human Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Sanctus Dei testis Annuntiatio Evangelii, Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka Status : alive

Glenn Tenebress

Nickname : Glenn Age : 18 years old (beginning of the story) - 21 years old (ending) Species : human Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Sanctus Dei testis Annuntiatio Evangelii, Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka Status : alive

Zion (styled as "Xion")

Born name : Adam Alias : Adam Zion Sangriento Nickname : Adam, Zion, Marquis of the Hungary, Duke of Transleithania, the Messiah Age : 1500+ years old (beginning of the story & death day) Species : vampire (methuselah) Affiliation : Sadisgate "Schwazer Anfang", Madam Zoftig's House of Exotica, Fekete Vér Hadsereg Status : deceased

Sharon Valadez

Nickname : M'Lady Sharon, Sister Sharon, St. Sharon Age : 35 years old (beginning of the story) - 38 years old (ending) Species : human Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Sanctus Dei testis Annuntiatio Evangelii, Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka Status : alive

Loretta Bernadi

Nickname : Loretta, Sister Loretta Age : 26 years old (beginning of the story) - 29 years old (ending) Species : human Affiliation : Catholic church, the Vatican, Sanctus Dei testis Annuntiatio Evangelii, Isten kegyelmének bizonyítéka Status : alive

the description profiles might change since I'm still thinking about it but these are some core or major profiles~~

[snaillamp]

Origins of Enjar: Chapter 4 - A Guardian Angel's Guard Dog

CW: Medical abuse, non-con themes, suicidal ideation, survivor's guilt

Enjar felt dizzy as his trembling hand shook in Anna’s. He let his head fall back against the pillow, rolling it from side to side as he tried to catch his breath. His panting and head pounding and heart beating and people touching him… it was all too much, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think…

“Stay with me, En.” Anna whispered.

‘Anna…’

‘Anna…’

‘Anna. I have to keep her safe from them…’

He felt something sticky attach to his arm. The dressing. They were a third of the way through…

So close, yet so far.

Groaning, he opened his eyes, looking at the blurry shapes as they rotated around the bed. Anna grabbed his other hand, his left and began rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand.

“Annn…” He mumbled, hearing Joanna preparing to do it all again.

A cold hand met his arm, holding it down, pressing on is IV a little. The bruise ached and a gasp of pain escaped him as he shuddered.

“Nearly over, nearly done…” Anna continued massaging his hand, her other hand resting against his bicep. She could feel how tense the muscle was under his skin.

Enjar made it through the second arm, his stomach tightening as he knew what was coming next. Anna frowned at how stiff and still he became, Enjar holding his breath as Joanna leaned over to him and grabbed his chin.

Wrenching it to the side she held him down against his pillow, as she always did when she changed his dressings.

“Hold still, this will hurt.” She murmured flatly, holding Enjar’s head at an uncomfortable angle. Anna watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, Enjar looking at her desperately. His hand was gripping hers so tightly, his knuckles were white and Anna could feel the tips of her fingers tingling from lack of blood.

His breathing quickened as Joanna’s tweezers picked at the edge of the dressing under his jaw. She pulled it slowly, agonisingly slowly up his face, pulling the hair from his stubble out as she went. His jaw clenched as he grimaced, waiting for the worst part.

The dressing reached his eye, peeling his eyelashes out as it came free from the sensitive skin, the final yanks ripping it from his forehead.

But it was already too much. Enjar cried out in agony, his voice going hoarse from the the pain.

He writhed in Anna’s grip as Joanna cleaned the wound with cold saline. Enjar shivered, sobbing softly. The cold saline trickled down his neck, onto his chest. He had been wearing patient gowns for a week but was still not used to how the cold saline reached so much of his chest.

Dr Lauge leaned in, pulling a light from his pocket. “Open your eyes for me 6926.” Enjar obeyed, staring down Lauge with an intensity in his eyes that even unnerved Lauge.

He shined the light in Enjar’s eyes, then reached over to his cheek.

“Can you feel this?”

“Yeah…” Enjar answered slowly, voice slurred.

“Can you pull your lips into a smile?” Enjar followed the order, grimacing at the pain as the wound hurt.

“Smile with your teeth?”

More pain.

“Frown.” That one hurt less, and Enjar took his chance to frown at Lauge whenever he could.

“Lift your eyebrows, good. Make a sad face. Beautiful.” The way Dr Lauge grinned at Enjar’s sad face was… chilling. Enjar couldn’t wait for him to leave.

“I’m happy with it the way it is.” He finished, leaving the room without a goodbye. A machine started beeping, and Joanna groaned in annoyance, pressing a couple of buttons to shut it up. Anna glanced up at Enjar’s face, her breath catching in her throat.

Enjar glanced at her for a second, then looked away.

He knew it must be bad.

His face was mangled, a large slice carving up it in two, he knew that he would have to deal with the stares and gasps for the rest of his life… which he hoped wasn’t going to be long.

Joanna sealed his eye shut again, replacing the dressing and turning on her heel to leave, but not before tapping Enjar’s left cheek.

“There, all done. You were so good.” She shut the door quietly, leaving the light on as Enjar shut his right eye, the tears flowing hot and fast. He just wanted this to all be over.

Dr Lauge however, returned. He pulled the blankets down and yanked up Enjar’s patient gown, examine the long tube coming out of the most personal part of Enjar's body…

Anna’s stomach lurched. ‘What?!’ She thought as the doctor examined the tube, gently handling Enjar, before running his fingers once down it's length, Enjar shuddering slightly.

He looked haunted as the doctor replaced his coverings.

“Looks good down there. I’ll be back later to see if you need a pain killer top up alright?” He smiled kindly, his voice calm and dripping with honey, but there was a tone hidden away, a look in his eyes… he looked like a predator hunting his prey.

It made Anna nervous.

He left the room, leaving the siblings alone as Anna tried to make sense of it all. Enjar closed his eyes, mumbling his same request he always mumbled.

“Please, kill me…”

It was slurred and quiet, Anna obviously didn’t catch it. Enjar’s mind felt heavy and slow… there was still something wrong here.

His mind flicked to his scar… he wondered how ugly and monstrous he looked now…

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Anna sat dumbfounded next to her brother, clutching his arm protectively. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen.

The gall those people, those medical professionals had to treat Enjar like that.

No wonder he was so upset. She climbed up onto the bed, staring at the dressing and holding him close as he lay still and shattered. She could see the wet mark of the tears already filling up the dressing’s pad. She lay her arms over him, holding him close until she heard a tiny whisper.

“Is it bad?”

Looking up confused, Anna leaned over to get a better look at Enjar. He was lying back with his eyes still shut, tears shining on his cheeks.

“Oh…” She murmured. Glancing down at the photo she had still clutched in her hand. She didn’t know what to say.

“I didn’t really get a loo-”

Enjar turned his head to look at her, pain in his eyes.

“Please, Anna. Don’t lie to me… I just… need to know.” He was staring at the picture of him, a shadow of his former self. Anna sighed, thinking about what she had seen.

Her brother’s face had been slashed from his temple to his jaw, barely missing his eye. The stitches were painstakingly small, holding together his delicate skin, the scab cracking with movements of his face. The scar was thin, but noticeable.

It probably wouldn’t be that bad after a couple years, right?

“Uh, I don’t know. It looks bad right now, but only cause of the stitches and blood. I’m sure it’ll heal just fine.”

She tried to place the picture of him down, so he didn't have to see it, but Enjar snatched it from her grip, holding it up with a shaking hand, as best he could in the restraints. She knew part of him probably wanted to rip it, right down his face where the scar would be, but she wouldn’t let him.

“En, here, give it to me-”

Enjar growled, “No!”

He cried, throwing the photo to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m never gonna be the same again… am I?” He voice was a strange tone, high and breathy, his eye looking distant as he stared at nothing.

“No. You won’t. But you get through this, I know you will. You got through living with mum and dad… you can get through this.” Enjar sighed, exasperated.

“Yeah, but that had a light at the end of the tunnel, Anna. I could see an end to it all. Wait for it. This… This is never going to go away. I’m gonna have to deal with the stares and questions, the memories… Every time I shut my eyes, I see- I can’t do this, Anna. I can’t deal with this for my whole life…” He rolled his head away from her a little, voice quivering.

“Can I be alone? You should go home anyway, get some sleep.”

Anna felt a weight settle in the pit of her stomach.

“No, I don’t think should, En.”

Enjar grimaced, shutting his eye. “Please…” He whispered. “Just go…”

Anna touched his shoulder, rubbing it slowly,

“I will go when I think you’re safe to be alone.” She watched Enjar’s muscles tighten.

“Enjar, are you safe right now?”

Enjar didn’t reply, his shoulder’s shook as he began to cry. Anna’s stare hardened as she stroked his exposed face gently. After a few minutes, Enjar’s crying stopped. She pulled back, but Enjar groaned some slurred words.

“No… don’t stop…”

Anna smiled, continuing to stroke his face, her fingers travelling over the hair growing from his face. It was prickly and coarse. Eventually Enjar’s body shuddered with a deep sigh. His breaths grew slower, his body relaxing, asleep at last.

Looking at her watch, Anna grimaced. 10:30 pm. Could she find a place that was open?

“Wait here, En… I’ll be back soon.” She kissed his nose, the only exposed part of him that she could reach and grabbed her bag. As she made her way to the door, she spotted the photo, laying on the ground.

Picking it up, she put it in her handbag, before switching off the light and slipping out the door.

~~

The rain pelted her as she walked down the street. The neon lights were illuminated in the puddles as she walked through them in her boots. She found a small corner store a few blocks from the hospital, walking in and dripping water all over the floor.

A store clerk who was mopping the ground glared at her as she smiled apologetically, her short black hair sticking to her face. She tucked it behind her ears as she walked through the store, her shoes squeaking on the ground.

She found what she was looking for, grabbing them, then the going to the back of the shop, looking for something else. Soon she was walking through the rain again, this time with a cheap umbrella and a plastic bag full of things.

Making it back to the hospital, she slipped through the the overpriced gift shop. She knew it was kind of a scam, but it was the only option she had right at that moment. Soon she was back in the weird smelling elevator and walking back down the hallways towards Enjar’s room.

When she peeked in, she saw his silhouette outlined in the darkness by the light grey patient gown. He was still strapped to the bed, limbs in soft shackles, his right arm straightened awkwardly against the mattress with the large bruised IV in it. She watched as his chest rose and fell, listening to his soft, sleepy breaths before he twitched, groaning in pain a little.

He didn’t wake up, so Anna crept inside, shutting the door quietly and fumbling around in the low light. She smiled at the peaceful sound of rain hitting the window as she went about her work. Eventually she sat down, tired but happy. His room looked a bit better now.

She watched her brother sleeping, his moans getting louder and more distressed, as he began muttering something she couldn’t understand. The words were slurred nonsense, but he sounded so scared.

Should she wake him up?

Enjar struggled in the restraints, crying in his sleep, jerking and crying out in fear, before a blood curdling scream emerged from deep inside him.

He shot up, Anna rushing to the light and turning it on.

“En? You alright?” She looked at Enjar, his entire body shaking, the blood draining from his face, leaving him whiter than a sheet. His eyes were wide, staring at something — or someone, she couldn’t see.

His lip wobbled as he sat in the bed, a haunted look in his visible eye, the blood blooming on the dressing on his face as the scab was ripped open yet again.

Anna slowly approached Enjar. “Hey, Enjar look at me.”

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[quietwingsinthesky]

when i opened one of your posts in another tab, i could never have predicted that i'd see the Pandora Hearts contractor incuse as a custom loading screen

i just wanted to say hi! :> it's exciting to find another Pandora Hearts fan in the wild, completely by chance

this samifer piece you wrote is awesome; i'm dying trying to remember a SPN fic i read with a similar premise, but i read it before i started my full watch-through, so it may be lost forever 😔

this is my first time watching the full series (a friend's shown me a few episodes before), so there's a lot of content i'm discovering for the first time; if you have any favorite fics, please share!

aslkjdaksjdkj im going to be completely real, i'm pretty sure i set my blog theme when i was seventeen and the sole reason it looks like that is that i thought it Looked Cool 😅😅 i have no idea what it is.

:3 anyway! thank you! i really like that little piece. sorta me trying to sum up my thoughts on 'the cage as torture for lucifer'. You know, if you remember anything else about the fic, feel free to share. I can't promise I'll recognize it, but if it was a fic about lucifer on AO3, it's got a fair shake at being something I might've read at one point or another. (or at least, one of my mutuals might have, as well.)

!!!! Oh, fic recs. I have no idea how far you are into the series, or which characters you're invested in or like preferences for tropes and such, BUT. let's see what i've got around here. By law, of course, I have to recommend basically anything by my buddy Sin, but if you want some more lucifer analysis-esque stuff, specifically the Lucifer gender symbolism essay. FeckedSpectrum, also in the game of 'writing about lucifer', very good, just realized looking at her works page that she wrote one of my favorite lucifer/adam/michael fics?? small world. entanglednow, whose work to me is like. essential supernatural fic reading. uhhh that's all authors let me see if I can pull out some individual fics.

Birds of a Feather, i'm biased it was a gift for me :3 but also it's got anna & gabriel interacting in it and i love it so much. One I love to recommend, A Life Less Ordinary, because I love the picture of John it paints. The Recoilverse series is a favorite of mine. And for fun, I'll toss in Of Course You Know This Means War because it's a delightful bodyswap fic.

(and because it's my blog i'm also gonna throw a line out for tight-knit boys (brothers in more than name) aka my snapshot fic of the reverseverse archangels)

So! hope there's something among there that you like! and hope you like the series, genuinely :D

[greatqueenanna]

Lost Legends: The Fixer Upper

A GreatQueenAnna Review

Released: October 17, 2023

Type: Series

Age Range: 8 - 12 years

Audience Score: 4.4/5

My Score: 3.8/5

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With the films focusing their attention on the sisters, sometimes Kristoff can feel like a side-character more than a tritagonist. So, hearing that Kristoff was getting a whole novel to himself, and exploring a bit of his past, I was of course excited for this book.

Overall, it was a cute story that gave us a much needed glimpse into Kristoff's childhood, with some themes being very compelling. There were some things that were a bit strange and the story does tend to move a bit slow, but overall it is very nice side content for Frozen fans. I can only hope that Kristoff continues to get more content in the future (especially within the films) that explore even more.

More in depth review under the cut.

The Fixer Upper seems like a more expansive version of the Disney Frozen: The Hero Within graphic novel by Joe Caramagna. Both stories feature Kristoff's difficulty within the orphanage, even Gustav comes in to play a major role. I do enjoy catching all of the connections made within the novel canon - it really makes it feel like the authors do indeed care about creating a coherent universe, even if the novels are not 100% part of the film's world.

The story begins with the family playing charades during game night. Kristoff is compelled to tell the story of his experiences as a child within 'human' school. However, his story first starts with Kristoff explaining to the sisters and Olaf how he met Sven and left the orphanage at 8 years old, and his relationship with Tor - his ice harvesting mentor.

After a few instances of the narrative going back and forth from the story to present day, we time skip to Kristoff going to school at 12 years old and then the instances of present day become less occurring, and the story becomes a bit more focused.

The narrative focuses on Kristoff trying to figure out where he belongs - with humans, or with trolls. He struggles to fit in with the humans, and he feels as though because he is not a troll, that the trolls don't' want him around as much anymore.

This is actually the most interesting part of the story for me - I understand how Kristoff feels as a mixed-ethnic person. Feeling like you don't belong in either part of your family or heritage because the other side of you is "in the way. " Kristoff couldn't get along with other humans because he was raised by trolls, but also felt he didn't belong with the trolls because he was human. This is incredibly compelling.

I really like the style of how at the beginning of every chapter, we get a quote from the The Ice Harvester's Guide to Ice and how the quote seems to match the scene. It was a very nice touch.

One this that was disappointing was how it seems that the Ice Harvesters are not specifically tied to being Sámi - even though this was alluded to in Dangerous Secrets. Unless I missed it (which is possible, my ADHD is all over the place when reading anything, especially novels), there were no references at all to Kristoff being Sámi or a fictional equivalent, like the Northuldra. Now, I know that this is probably not something the writers are allowed to delve into, but it would've been nice if a small reference was made - like in Dangerous Secrets.

Another thing that was a bit weird was how Grand Pabbie tells Kristoff that one of the reasons they were adamant on him going to 'human' school was so that he could meet his true love. Why would a 12 year old need to be told that he needs to interact with humans so that in the future he can meet a girl? He's 12. I get that the trolls are love experts, and this is meant to be a foreshadowing of his relationship with Anna...but come on. Again. He's 12.

[starrycourtss]

MY WRESTLEDREAM PREDICTIONS BECAUSE MY COLLEGE BUS WAS LATE AND I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO 🔥🔥

Zero Hour

ROH World Television Championship Match: Atlantis Jr. vs. Brian Cage - honestly haven't seen a lot of Brian Cage but I feel like he does deserve a championship.

Harley Cameron vs. Anna Jay

MxM Collection vs. The Acclaimed - this match is gonna serve cunt and I'm all here for it.

The Conglomeration & The Outrunners vs. Dark Order vs. Premier Athletes

Main Card

'Hangman' Adam Page vs. 'Switchblade' Jay White - I love you Adam, but I love Jay so much more. Then, he can go and correct wrong No. 2, aka my father, Christian Cage (I'm probably gonna post a whole rant about it if/when he wins).

AEW Women's World Championship Match: Mariah May vs. Willow Nightingale - I'm so sorry, Willow. Build the storyline up a bit more, and then we could finally see you be crowned the champ (also, Toni Storm return if Mariah wins, maybe??)

TNT Championship Match: Jack Perry vs. Katsuyori Shibata - I really like Jack Perry, and the title is far too cool for him to lose it just yet.

Triple Threat Match for the AEW International Championship: Ricochet vs. Will Ospreay vs. Konosuke Takeshita - I don't mind either Will or Konosuke taking the win.

Swerve Strickland Returns - Idk what to put for this, but I feel like Bobby Lashley is gonna appear.

2 Out of 3 Falls Match: Hologram vs. Beast Mortos - Hologram is gonna get jumped by the LFI afterwards.

Darby Allin vs. Brody King

ROH World Championship Match: Mark Briscoe vs. Chris Jericho - Please win Mark, I don't want Jericho to be a champion again.

AEW World Tag Team Championship Match: Young Bucks vs. Private Party - I will never forgive Private Party for changing their theme song.

Main Event

AEW World Championship Match: Bryan Danielson vs. Jon Moxley - This match is gonna be such a fucking BANGER, and I really don't want Bryan to lose, but I think this may unfortunately be the last time we see Bryan Danielson fight in a squared circle 😔😔. Also Yuta is gonna turn on him, I'm sorry. BRO WAS MORE FOCUSED ON HIS CHANT THAN HIS SON, so I won't be surprised if that happens. I've also seen rumours of Shane McMahon appearing, which would just be fucking chaos but I would love it.

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Sorted screencaps from The Expanse, S3.

Amos Burton - Wes Chatham: 7,000

Anna Volovodova - Elizabeth Mitchell: 9,800

Camina Drummer - Cara Gee: 7,500

Chrisjen Avasarala - Shohreh Aghdashloo: 5,725

Cotyar Ghaze - Nick E. Tarabay: 2,590

Diogo Harari - Andrew Rotilio: 380

Elio Casti - Brandon McGibbon: 900

Esteban Sorrento - Gillis - Jonathan Whittaker: 2,300

Fredrick "Fred" Johnson - Chad L. Coleman: 680

James "Jim" Holden - Steven Strait: 13,700

Josephus Miller - Thomas Payne: 2,300

Jules Pierre Mao - Francois Chau: 2,400

Julie Mao - Florence Faivre: 340

Klaes Ashford - David Strathairn: 9,000

Lawrence Strickland - Ted Atherton: 1,800

Maneo Jung-Espinoza - Zach Villa: 1,700

Mei Meng - Leah Jung: 1,000

Melba ie Clarissa Mao - Nadine Nicole: 7,000

Monica Stuart - Anna Hopkins: 1,900

Naomi Nagata - Dominique Tipper: 9,950

Praxideke "Prax" Ming - Terry Chen: 2,600

Roberta "Bobbie" Draper - Frankie Adams: 5,200

Sadavir Errinwright - Shawn Doyle: 2,500

Tilly Fagan - Genelle Williams: 1,300

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Might try to read 100 books this year just get the taste of A Little Life out of my brain. I've never been so angry at a book in my life and I think I will hate it until the end of time.

ANYWAY

Going well so far and seem to be on a SciFi tear. Unfortunately, sexism abounds in that genre and especially in the classic or important books. For something like Roadside Picnic, I can understand as it was written in 1971 and is not pretending to be a utopia (in fact, the new technology seems to be reproducing more of the same which is a fascinating angle). For a dystopia I can also understand it because why would it not be more of the same old shit (though they should indicate they have thought a bit about that)? For something purporting to be set in the future and a utopian society if an author cannot imagine women as human beings at the very least, never mind full social participants, I'm going to have trouble. It's at best an indication of intellectual and imaginative shortcoming and at worst a depressing confirmation that they do not in fact see women as people (a kind of sentient thing perhaps, but not a person). That's one of a few reasons I had such a hard time with The Demolished Man (and Blade Runner 2049 to a large degree).

Read E.M Forster's The Machine Stops the other night and the number of times I laughed nervously in recognition of certain human tendencies and of the current milieu was alarming to say the least. A bit scary. A bit prescient, Mr. Forster (except for the buttons - there are no buttons now, everything is a black mirror).

But I am looking forward to reading more Tanith Lee, getting into some Joanna Russ, more Ursula K Le Guin, dipping my toes in Octavia Butler's oeuvre, Margaret St Clair and Alice Bradley Sheldon aka James Tiptree Jr., and Anna Kavan to start with (er they don't have to be dead but it seems to be a theme here).

Also planning to read a bit of D.G. Compton, J. G. Ballard (god help me), R. A. Lafferty, PKD, Stanislaw Lem, Barry N. Malzberg (vale, sir), Greg Bear and Adam Roberts.

[interactivefictionramblings]

[Spoilers for Heaven’s Secret: Requiem.]

So, what do you think the last piece of Lane’s Humanity is? 🤔 Assuming S3 follows S1 & S2 in this pattern, ofc. I might’ve guessed Mercy, but that’s part of Compassion, it seems, going by Lane giving that one Infected a mercy death in the old Project Adam operating room. I was not expecting Friendship, honestly, but now I wonder…friendship was a ‘theme’ even when picking choices for Compassion, so maybe the last aspect left to unlock has been similarly a part of the other unlocking processes? 🤔 Or, at least, part of the previous process, again.

…Oh.

For this and other reasons my brain is just now lightning-linking, I think it may be selflessness.

It’s just a theory, ofc, but I’m thinking about how “stop the attack immediately” gets the banner: “you’re ready to make sacrifices for the people you love.” There’s traces of it in this act.

I’ve shared this thought before, though not like this, but I feel like maybe Lane’s Compassion is her ability to care for others, and Friendship is her ability to connect to others. What is left…?

That is, if Lane was meant to be the savior, she had this trait before. What may that have been? What ‘lingering absence’ do we notice in her…?

(Like how there are echoes of Compassion and aspects of Friendship, the ‘silhouettes’ of what should be present in Lane, unless they die.)

The arguably most likely trait is selflessness. It imo relates to unconditional love, and also imo, with trust, in a way. Lane has been ‘forcing her soul from her body’ since childhood, so maybe her inability to ‘truly’ trust is actually because she lost a piece of herself back then? The first.

With Compassion, Friendship and Voice of God (“I feel like I am [still me]”), Lane has not only been reclaiming herself, but healing from her trauma. Her lack of compassion was a result of her ‘retreating from the world’ after who knows how long of being imprisoned, and the torture that comes with (this includes being trapped in Siberia Base). All the warmth of life and all it’s care were drained away, leaving her distanced, disassociated (S1E1: “it’s like I’m just watching everything happen. From a distance.”) Hollow.

From a certain point in her childhood, we see she ‘failed’ to connect to others. But we know she can; that’s not ‘simply who she is,’ she only needed acceptance; it’s a natural part of Lane. And her friendship with Audrey showed how it was still possible for her, in adulthood. But she also ‘didn’t have any girlfriends in [her] past life,’ as she tells Anna (in S1E2, iirc). It’s like she was on the cusp of losing this piece, already.

Now, selflessness and trust. If Lane lost her selflessness as a child, I think it all perfectly makes sense. We’ve always seen her as very capable of distrust, it seems like it’s just who she is, and in relation to this distrust, she has thought about self-protection. She has a very me-or-them survival perspective, which has clearly developed due to her childhood abuse; if she wants to be okay, she has to succeed in some silent battle with others to gain worth—and in worth, there is protection, respect, love.

A lack of ‘nervousness.’

In selflessness, however, there is no more me-or-them, no more fear for oneself. There’s love - the universal concept of it. As in self-sacrifice.

And looking at things another way, what could Lane still need to complete the prophecy?

Acting for the squad’s sake is enough to use the Spear in a small battle, but what about in something far larger, and for strangers’ sakes?

(Yes, believe me, I’ve noted the irony of that priest’s name since the beginning. His whole intro was honestly super suspicious to me.)

In selflessness, there is, in a way, an absolute trust in oneself. In your actions. You just help.

This is actually exemplified perfectly in Lane saving Lester, and later, in S2E10, the squad. There’s no doubt once she focuses entirely on saving another, as doubt no longer matters. There’s no nervousness, like as a hurt child.

(As that nurse said: stop being nervous, and you’ll forget what hospitals are like.)

Thematically, I think it makes sense that the way in which she heals herself, ends with her gaining what she lost first, last. It works well story-wise, too, because it connects together perfectly in hindsight, as this distrusting and nervous Lane is who we’ve always known her to be, no matter how much she recovers. From the player perspective, this isn’t a lost aspect of herself, even getting her later memories of her childhood shrinking her down. But it is.

(Compassion seems to be the one she held onto the longest, and we can get Compassion first in the story. Friendship was almost lost before Baal’s imprisonment, and it’s second. If selflessness was lost as a kid, it being last fits.)

Anyway, this got long, and I may have, hm, buried or tangled the point in here. I think I may’ve jumped around too much. But, eh.

That’s my theory, basically.

In short: the ability to care for others doesn’t mean the ability to sacrifice yourself for them, and the ability to sacrifice yourself for those closest to you, doesn’t mean the ability to sacrifice yourself for faceless strangers.

Thus, Friendship has traces of Compassion (sacrifice builds on care), and ‘Selflessness’ has traces of both (selflessness is present in care).

(Now I'm kinda not convinced VoG+NH! Lane will be capable of this ‘factor' of using the Spear, since she doesn't even save that soldier. She has no unconditional love; of which there are traces in +C & +F - as I touched on - which explains why having one or both determines if Lane saves him.)

So, back to the original question: what do you think the last remnant of her Humanity is?

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

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Part Four ~ The Present 

Presley 

I should have made rules for myself.  

Don’t stay in one place too long  Don’t create connections  Don’t fall for your boss.  

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.   

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.  

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks.  Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life.  A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.  

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna.  He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.  

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.  

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully.  The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents.  But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids.  Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments.  Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle.  We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything.  When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.” 

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek.  Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.  

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together.  I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.  

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready.  She has become a godsend.  She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left.  Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing.  Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one.  “You look beautiful Presley.”  

I took the champagne glass and took a sip.  “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on.   The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door.  A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.  

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment.  “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman.  “Let me introduce you.”  He walked the couple into the room.  “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.”  I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face.  “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”  

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.  

I just wanted the evening to end.  

Curtis 

I fucked up.  

I know I did.  

Why?  Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be.  Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face.  I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.   

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me.  As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom.  I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.  

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?” 

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”  

“I’m just your nanny, sir.  That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.  

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry.  We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.  

“I can’t do this right now.”  Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok.  You have guests, you should pay attention to them.”  She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.  

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home?  Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before.  When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.  

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out.  At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.  

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea.  I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office.  As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth.  “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?” 

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”  

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.  

“Andy, that’s wonderful news.  You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure.  We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.  

“Ah, fuck you man.  I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.  

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”  

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned.  Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on.  Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.  

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?” 

Clint looked stunned.  “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there.  I would want to vet any woman just in case...” 

I put my hand up to stop him.  “There isn’t a need for that Clint.  You already have.”  

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” 

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.  

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”  

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.  I do now.  I took a sip of my drink and waited.  

Clint threw back his drink.  “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”  

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly. 

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her.  What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?” 

“Enough,” I barked.  I turned to Andy. “You read her file?  The one Jensen pulled?” 

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you? 

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself.  She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me.  She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”  

“See, boss, that’s a sign.” 

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you.  And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family.  If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.” 

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”  

Clint nodded.  “Are you sure, boss?”  

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”  

“She’s not Anna, sir.”  

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”  

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms.  Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed.  I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead.  I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap.  My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.  

“It’s ok Evie.  Joshua was just teasing.  You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”  

“But Joshie said...” 

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters.  Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.  

“Are you proud of me Presley?” 

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?”  My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in.  “I love you Evie.”  

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”  

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door.  I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away.  “Curtis...” 

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.” 

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?” 

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.”  I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms  as I carried her to my bedroom.  

“Curtis...” 

“Shut up Kitten.  You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”  

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face.  This is why I wanted to go slow.  This is why I haven’t opened up to you.  Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!” 

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back.  “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.”  I ran a hand over my hair and down my face.  “Presley...” 

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.  

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...” 

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.  My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.  

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.”  I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?”  She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”  

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know?  About us?” 

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”  

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.  

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you.  I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers.  Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her.  The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”  

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.  

“Tell me, Kitten.  Tell me why you are scared.  Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear.  “Presley, I’ll protect you.  I don’t care about your past.  I care about who you are now.  My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me.  She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.  

She owns me.  

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation.  “Please Kitten,” I plead. 

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.  

She's a drug and I’m addicted.  

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me.  I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.  

My Kitten.  

Presley 

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man.  He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him.  I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.  

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress.  His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye.  “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten.  I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”  

I’m falling for this man.  

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair.  It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.  

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.  

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars. 

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me. 

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time.  He’s surprised but quickly melts into it.  Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body.  I swallow when I see his tattoos.  They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man. 

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time.  He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation.  The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.  

Curtis 

I’m a dead man.  

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears.  I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin.  “Presley...” 

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.”  Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.  

I would do anything for her.  I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.  

I would burn the world down if she asked.  

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness.  Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.  

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.”  And now I’m feral.  Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off.  I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs.  Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it.  I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.  

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile.  I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent.  She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”   

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants.  I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her.  She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out.  I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.  

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”  

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.  

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene.  I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly.  I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”  

She gives me a tired smile.  “Hi,” she replies shyly.  

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head.  “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”   

“Fuck me, Curtis.”  

Presley 

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man.  I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to.  Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth.  I need more.   

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted. 

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene.  I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it.  “What’s so funny Kitten?” 

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name.  He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out.  Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.  

“Think you’re being cute, baby?”  I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.”  He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”  

Oh.  

My. 

God.  

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance.  He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...” 

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.”  He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?” 

“I... I trust you.”  And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big.  The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.  

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.  

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”  

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me.  He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised.  He is slow but powerful.  Every stroke into me is hard and deep.  I can feel him deep in my belly.  I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot.  I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body.  “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard.  Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”  

“Y-yes, please.”  

“Good girl.  Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!”  I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing.  He kisses my lips and then my forehead.  “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty.  He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep.  All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.  

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms.  “Sleep Kitten.”  

And I’m out.  

Curtis 

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me.  The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?” 

“Morning Daddy.  Why is Presley in your bed?  Was she not feeling well?  I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.  

Shit.  

Fuck.  

Shit.  

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed.  I calm myself before I answer her.  “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”  

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley.  She’s my best friend.”  

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake.  “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?” 

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.  

“Don’t panic, Kitten.  We’re ok.” 

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?”  She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.  

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.  

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore.  This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”  

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children.  “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok.  Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.”  I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace.  I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting.  “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”  

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.  

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.  

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears.  “My name is not Presley Adams.”  

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?" 

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family.  My real name is Amelia Giovanni.  My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.”  She blinked as more tears fell.  

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni.  He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared.  His daughter, his princess.  

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.  

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself.  But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.  

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.” 

Oh, fuck.  

NEXT

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[invisibleicewands]

The BBC’s new three-part drama The Way is Michael Sheen’s directorial debut. It has been nearly a decade in gestation, this story of civil unrest fermenting in Sheen’s Welsh home town of Port Talbot – cradle of militant unionism and symbol of working-class fury and pride. It has been created with writer James Graham (Brexit: The Uncivil War, Quiz, Sherwood) and – slightly more unusually, documentary auteur Adam Curtis.

The opening episode is something so different and fresh that even if you can’t say you’re actively enjoying it (though I was), the power and ambition of it all, the unashamed idiosyncrasy that permeates the direction, the allusiveness of the narrative and its slightly dreamlike (or nightmarish) off-kilter quality surely makes you sit up and take notice. It has a clear, accessible narrative at its heart, for sure, but the sensibility is rare and all its own.

It’s a tale of civil discontent, sparked by the death of a youngster in a vat of molten slag at the steelworks and his father’s self-immolation – in grief, in protest, in some unspeakable combination of the two – thereafter. The union blames management and decades of underinvestment. Management offers to reline a furnace, a sop to the emotion of the moment, rather than a recognition of needs. “We didn’t realise we were buying a mood,” says one of the new investors, with a combination of bafflement and frustration.

The unfurling of the unrest plays out for the viewer mostly through the long-established local Driscoll family. The late paterfamilias was a committed striker in the 80s, the failure of which terrible feat of suffering and endurance is largely blamed by the family for his death. His son Geoff (the stalwart Steffan Rhodri, last seen in the excellent Men Up at the end of last year) takes an approach to communicating with the bosses that is more pragmatic/conciliatory/weak/treacherous – delete according to political proclivities. He is separated from his wife and family for reasons that become clear over the succeeding episodes, as does the specific bad blood between his son, benzos addicts and petty dealer Owen (Callum Scott Howells), and his police officer daughter Thea (Sophie Melville).

As the internet is shut down within the town, tensions rise, curfews are imposed and riots between townsfolk and police start to break out. The Driscolls become the police – and the media – scapegoats for it all, and are eventually forced, along with Owen’s eastern European girlfriend, Anna (Maja Laskowska), to flee their home and their town.

Threaded through this growing but none-too-incredible – especially to a post-lockdown audience also being assailed with headlines about coming redundancies at Port Talbot’s Tata Steel (though business secretary Kemi Badenoch has extensive explanations about how government investment is actually saving the works) – dystopian landscape are, presumably thanks mostly to the Curtis influence, potent illustrative clips of real-life news and CCTV footage. Through them the sense of dislocation increases, while the themes of the drama only become more closely knit. From Graham – and, I’d posit, Sheen’s powerful sense of Welshness and all that means historically as well as currently – come the more mystical, ancient touches. The importance the town places on the works’ pilot light never going out; the sword made of the first steel forged in the town, long before modern industry got there; the red-hooded figure appearing and disappearing; Sheen as Geoff’s father’s ghost and/or manifestation of his conscience, pursuing him as they make their escape. And then, as the Cambrian borders become increasingly policed, there is (garbed in a costume somewhere between pastor, Clint Eastwood nemesis and Matthew Hopkins’ finest) the Welshfinder.

It is a bravura opening episode – powerful, confident, ambitious, confrontational and unexpected. It conjures precisely the feeling of a town on the edge, a tinderbox for the powder keg that is an increasingly divided Britain as a whole. Then it pushes things a little further and if you squint just a tiny bit, you could be looking at the future. Maybe even a blueprint, if you were so minded. It feels like a drama fully in the tradition of Bleasdale, Loach, Alan Clarke and Jimmy McGovern, and if it occasionally falls victim to the latter’s tendency to agitprop, that still leaves it head and shoulders above the usual fare.

It doesn’t quite meet the high bar it has set for itself over the remaining episodes. Although they gesture towards the issue of displaced persons and what is to be done with waves of desperate people, they become too much about the internal dynamics of the Driscolls and their family history to feel as innovative or thrilling as that which has gone before. But you can live off the first hour for quite some time to come.

[tending-the-hearth]

So I’m working a summer camp/summer school this year, and while my kids are working on their summer packets, I have time to read! It’s been fun, because I’m reading a book a day, which is something i haven’t done in years.

I’m catching up on the “A Twisted Tale” series, so I thought I’d do a ranking of the books I’ve read so far! I’ve just ordered “Go the Distance” and “When You Wish Upon a Star”, so I’ll have the full collection by the end of the week, which is VERY exciting!

So here are the books I’ve read + my ranking/reviews (spoiler-free)(also all of these reviews are my own opinion, so if you like one that i said i wasn’t a fan of, PLEASE remember it’s my opinion):

“As Old As Time”: 10/10 - y’all can’t be surprised that this is my favorite in the series. It was the first one I read, and when i tell you the last section of the book had me sobbing on the train, everything about the story was so wonderfully written, and Adam’s entire character arc just made me fall in love with him more. And just… Belle was perfection. Gaston continues to be one of the most terrifying Disney villains, and Adam and Belle continue to be my absolute favorite Disney Prince/Princess couple.

“Almost There”: 10/10 - ok so I JUST read this one yesterday (because i just bought it lmao) and it was one of the best books I’ve ever read! I loved getting a look at Faclier’s past, and how he came to know his “friends”. Tiana’s entire struggle throughout the story, of the decision she was going between, it was honestly heartbreaking. Also the way Charlotte and Tiana’s friendship was discussed, and the moment at the department store, this whole book was fantastic.

“Reflection”: 10/10 - MULAN AND SHANG MY BELOVEDS!! Seriously, their relationship progressing from begrudging allies, to friends, to having feelings for each other??? I really loved how the entire struggle of Shang finding out that Mulan is a woman, not because of her gender, but because he found out that she lied, and it fit so well with their budding friendship.

“So This Is Love”: 9/10 - listen i love love love a good Cinderella retelling. I honestly have to think that this book took some kind of inspiration from “A Twist in Time”, because it just felt like there were moments in the book that reflected the movie! And given how “A Twist in Time” is honestly one of my favorite Disney movies, it makes sense that I love this book. Charles and Cinderella are so sweet together, and the fact that they establish that Cinderella was at the ball just to have fun and to dance and not to find a prince!!! I loved it so much.

“What Once Was Mine” 8/10 - okay so this was REALLY good, and the little lore insert with the Moon Flower made me SO excited to have references to the TV show. Arianna was a fantastic character, especially since we know so little about her just from the movie itself, and I love the entire underlying theme of mothers and daughters and how their relationships can be so different.

“Conceal, Don’t Feel” 7/10 - I’ll be honest and say this was my least favorite. Frozen was never my favorite Disney movie, but I did like the idea of Anna and Elsa coming together despite being separated after everything happened. The plot was a little forgettable compared to the other installments of the series that I’ve read so far, but I can see how, if you love Frozen, you’ll absolutely adore this book!!

And these are the ones I have left to read (probably in the order I’ll read them):

“Mirror, Mirror”

“Part of Your World”

“Once Upon a Dream”

“Go the Distance”

“Straight in Till Morning”

“When You Wish Upon a Star”

And I’m so so excited for “A Twisted Tale Anthology”, and will be buying it as soon as it’s released! Or I’ll preorder it, but either way, I can’t wait!! (Me and @queen-with-the-quill will definitely have a freak out together once we both read it lmao)

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Coming up with some more venus sign and placements ...house and sign ✨️✨️✨️✨️💖💔

5th house or Venus in leo ♌️

When your venus is in leo ♌️ your love language is big gestures ,and romance that sweeps you off your feet, in 5th house it can be very like nature ,catching your prey you may attract men who are ,self conscious, self concerned, big gesturing ,cheeky , bossy ,classy and very masculine .you may be very fertile as leo also rules children ,depending on what sign it's in will have different theme example ..venus in virgo ♍️ 🤪 your venus could be very concerned about your body and daily routines, and your pets ,it's very traditional venus .

Famous , selena gomez , jennifer Lawrence, Amy winehouse R , Madonna, Tom cruise ,Pamela anderson.

6th house Venus or virgo ♍️

Venus in this placement bring out a traditional way your venus is focused on your body in some ways and your physical health can be amazing 👏 ✨️ ,your style can be very minimal, look wt kim Kardashian s house she had with kanye ,it wasn't very practical. It was all white ..her moon opposed her venus so that homely feel might always feel uncomfortable. The look is natural beauty so many people people said kim didn't need the surgery and she really didn't. Famous kim k , Bridget Bardot, demi Lovato ♥️, Adam Sandler, Robert di Niro, julia Robert's, Andrew Garfield. Anderson.

7th house Venus or libra ♎️ venus

Having a 7th house Venus can be really heavy on you ,you often feel reasonable for others feelins ,and how you come across , your social butterfly 🦋 with this air venus in its home sign ,you may be influenced a lot by other people style and not always sure of your own , all you know is you want to show. Off your fun cheeky flirty playful style ,your house may be open to other people a lot 😉...and house people round up at .your really good looking after other ,but don't forget yourself .your natural beauty , you may attract someone with the classic beauty , friendly , sociable ,gentle ,fun but sometimes they could be a little fake or fickle .you can make beauty very easily tho 👗🏠🎭. Dont forgeg to let go and enjoy yourself.

Famous. Anna nicole smith , will Smith, beyonce , prince Harry Freddie mercury Jada Pinkett Smith

8th house Venus or Scorpio ♏️ Venus

Scorpio ♏️ vibes ✨️ 8th house this is werre we cab delve into dark mysterious ,your house and your appearance nay have ways of pushing 🫸 people away subconsciously, since a child you Scorpio Venus attracted dark spiders ,insects ,dark sided occult ,witchcraft, supernatural, think your home 🏡 is going mimic probably something you love deeply eg. Like you may really enjoy certain celebrity, film 🎥 franchise 😉 💙 and that how you may have something entirely dedicated to that person .

Famous cardi b , drake , Tommy Lee, Jay z ,Avril Lavigne, Joaquin Phoenix, Winonna Ryder, snoop Dogg.

[writer-haley-e]

I saw some other people doing a WIP questionnaire and I decided to join in and do it. No one tagged me to do this, I’m just doing it cause I want to.

I’m answering for my NaNoWriMo WIP (camp nanowrimo’s tomorrow! Anyone else participating?) which is a post-apocalyptic tragic fantasy where magic was released into the world causing mass death across the world. The MC, Nia, takes in a small horde of children and struggles to keep them fed and cared for while they’re also dealing with a magical world they know nothing about.

Now onto the questions:

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I first created the ending, which I can’t say without spoiling the story. But it’s a tragedy, and I thought of the ending that makes it a tragedy before any of the characters or worldbuilding or plot.

2. If your WIP was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I have no idea, but it’s probably be something gentle-ish that reflects the more wholesome/lighthearted bits of the story.

3. Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

I really like the main characters brother, Andy, who in draft two will be getting his own POV! I know so much more about his character than what’s currently written into the story and I love him so much haha. He’s the kind of guy who always has snacks on him, though you probably won’t notice until he starts eating them. He’s got a girlfriend and baby daughter who he’s so sweet with and I will definitely be showing more of their relationship when I add in his POV to the story. Hes an extrovert who loves to make friends with as many people as he can, and is very ambitious. He does what he can to help others, and despite some of the things he does in the story and before it, he’s a pretty good guy.

I also love two of the child characters that the main character is taking care of, too. I didn’t portray them exactly how I liked in the first draft and will be fixing that in the rewrite. I love who I’m intending them to be haha. Theyre five year old twins, named Anna and Adam, and they’re pretty much always seen beside each other. Most likely because of anxiety after losing all the rest of their family outside their older sister. Anna ends up getting a power that impacts the whole end of the story and I feel bad for the weight she has to carry.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

I’m not really sure about specific media’s, but people who enjoy the genres fantasy and tragedy would enjoy it, as well as post-apocalypse fans.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Sticking to it to finish the first draft probably. I’m so close and I’m not letting myself put it on hiatus, especially because I really want to read the finished product. I enjoy reading my writing, but I have such a hard time finishing anything. I’m maybe 20k words away from finishing this first draft and I will get it done during camp Nanowrimo! Hopefully, at least.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are a handful of chickens and goats, but they’re not very interesting. Just another source of food for the characters. There are mythical creatures, who may not count as animals but are pretty cool! Not to the characters, though. The mythical creatures are just more things to fear and struggle to live alongside.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Walking or cars, typically. It hasn’t been so long since most of the world died and the gas is still usable, so they make use of it.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on rn?

I’m about two scenes away from act 3! Probably about 20k from the end and I’m excited to get it written! It’s the part I’ve been looking forward to writing since the beginning stages of planning.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Probably the focus on non-romantic relationships. There’s some found family as well as reconnecting with biological family and friendships and all that. The main character does not have a love story, it’s not a romance. But the connections with the other characters are very important and I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I do.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to get it published one day, and have some kind of audience reading it. I genuinely think it will be an amazing story once finished, and I just want a few other people to think so too.

[ashes-in-a-jar]

The Sheridan Tapes bonus episodes:

I forgot so many of these lol, really like the format of Amy taking us on a tour of possible universes and futures.

Deleted scenes - Moments from Meriwether - the voices over the intercom are hard to understand but honestly fun to listen to for the vibes. Would love to be able to concentrate on the cosmic conversation Oroborous had with Caldwell but the concept went way over my half shut down brain.

Interlude 01 - the silver age - oh wow Paul the superhero... Kinda devastating that that could have been him but in the canon timeline he was revenge fueled without any other life or purpose... Poor guy. Wonder who was the controller

Interlude 02 - worlds apart - omg the Llewelyn and Utkin story, I loved that arc! Hilariously up until now I truly remembered being a whole different podcast, somehow did not remember it from the Sheridan Tapes lol. I love the concept of two people in the north and south poles, being only able to communicate with each other, not knowing of the chaos the world has plunged into around them.

Interlude 03 - music of the spheres - oh god Adam 😭😭😭. What a tragic conversation with the jovian that sure hurt. Good thing the crew will save the world and stranding Adam alone in space with a gene bank to fend off all of the aliens and the darkness chasing after him from earth won't happen, right? Right?

Interlude 04 - worlds after - part two of worlds apart, the best post apocalyptic worlds are the frozen ones. Love utkin being asexual and talking about it. Hope he manages to save humanity along with Llewelyn doing her own thing.

B-side 09 - oblivion - oh god what a horrible bit. Who was the person struck in the wall... poor Connor you should've stayed away from ISPHA 😭

B-side 10 - air - Adrian my radio boy! Again, I completely forgot about this episode lol. I absolutely love Amy's manic energy in all these. The 2 first dear Amy's contradicting each other with the whole you're connected to everyone you've ever known and yet you're always and forever alone. Then the third story about Adrian, did not remember that he decided on his own to come to Oslow to search for the ranger and then got trapped there, truly a bad luck Brian lol

B-side 11 - paradise - Bill and Rob having a beach episode in the source, what adventures will they have! Hehe their conversation about Bill possibly being into Ned was cute, now I have a vivid image of both Rob and Ned wearing these hates and Bill just becoming completely flustered.

B-side 12 - anathema - what a great short tale, amazing trans themes in it too, into Anna's short story collection it goes <3

[gethooked]

Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

[llittletingoddess]

I saw on your pinned post that you like wrestling. I have a few other friends on here who are into wrestling, but I know almost nothing about it. Why do you love wrestling and who are your favorite wrestlers? 😊

Ooo, nice question! Thank you for asking! 🥰

I'm in the wrestling fandom for 11 years already, can you tell? Why do I love it? Cause this industry is so fun! Wrestlers are not just athletes - to become a superstar you need to have a nice charisma, great skills and some nice gear (trust me, we girls are looking at it 🤭)

As for my favorites... hard question. From WWE I always loved John Cena, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Seth Rollins, The Miz.. now I really like to watch Dominik Mysterio and Gunther, Sami Zayn and Jey Uso are great too! From other companies it's 100% MJF, Adam Cole, Kyle O'Reilly, Adam Page.. there are so many!

As for women, it's really hard cause I don't have many favorites in the women's division, they're all annoying 😭 but I really like AJ Lee, Alexa Bliss, Carmella, Stephanie McMahon and Becky Lynch. From independent companies it's Britt Baker, Anna Jay, Taryn Terrell, Toni Storm..

I can talk about it for ages, just give me a topic 😂

Also I know that a lot of wrestlers LOVE Metallica, so not using Lux Æterna as the music theme for Wrestlemania was a big L. Just saying.