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Late Night Talking - Chapter Fourteen

Summary: Dieter and Emily spend Thanksgiving break together.

Rating: PG-13 (mention of sex but no real smut)

Word count: 3800

Notes: San Ysidro Ranch is a real place but I’ve never been there. I’ve also never had a massage or a sound bath, but I hope I wrote about both experiences competently. Also, I have family members who are Mormon and any opinions expressed about that religion are my own.

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites @weho2kcmo

“Thank you for the invitation, Aunt Helen, but I can’t make it.”

”You know you’re always welcome, Emily. And I understand it’s a long drive to make by yourself, and flying is expensive, but maybe that rich boyfriend of yours could lend you the money. We’d love to see you.”

I was glad it was a voice call and not FaceTime, because I’m sure I grimaced. I’d made the trek to Utah to spend Thanksgiving with Aunt Helen and her family once and that had been enough for me. She was my mom’s sister, my only living relative on either side of the family, but she was … well, I’ll just come out and say it. Mormon.

At the age of twenty, Aunt Helen had opened the door to a pair of missionaries and fell hook line and sinker for the message they brought. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just awkward for someone raised in a very secular family to suddenly be so vehemently religious. My grandma once said that no one is as fervent as a convert, and she was right. 

Aunt Helen joined the church and within a year she was married to a young man who’d recently graduated from BYU and had a job lined up in Salt Lake City. My mom had confessed that she was glad that Helen and Jeremiah lived so far away. So was I. Every phone call or email from her invariably included some sort of remark about my “lifestyle,” which I understood to mean “being unmarried and childless after the age of thirty and having sex with my boyfriend.” 

“I’d love to see you, too,” I replied, “but Dieter’s booked us a cottage at a resort in Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving week. He has to start a new project soon and we want to have a little getaway before he has to leave town.”

Aunt Helen sniffed. “Doesn’t he have family to spend the holiday with?” Family was very important to Aunt Helen.

“He’s going to his brother’s for Christmas, and he and his dad aren’t on good terms right now,” I explained. “So we’re spending Thanksgiving together, just the two of us.”

”Well, if you think that’s best, but remember, you are always welcome here. Maybe you could come for Christmas, since Dieter will be out of town?”

”We’ll see,” I said. There was no way in hell I was going to her house for Christmas. 

”Give my love to Uncle Jeremiah and all the cousins.”

I ended the call and heaved a sigh of relief. I loved her, I really did, but only in small doses. 

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The drive up to Santa Barbara was a bit hectic, as all drives out of the L.A. area are, but once we got to the San Ysidro Ranch it was like we were in another world. It was in the foothills overlooking Montecito. The grounds were lush with plants and the cottages were beautiful, built in Craftsman style. Ours had a private patio with a hot tub, a fireplace, and a king size canopy bed, with exposed wooden beams ceilings. I was in love.

”I want to live here,” I told Dieter as we explored the little cottage. “This place is absolutely amazing. Look at that view!” The front terrace faced west, offering a panorama to the Pacific Ocean in the distance. 

“And it’s all ours for a week,” Dieter said, sliding his arms around me from behind. “Great food, great views, great company and privacy.” The last month or so had been rough. Word had leaked out about his brief stay in rehab and that, combined with a new movie project starting soon, had brought the paparazzi out in force. They followed him all over town, and photos of him had popped up all over the internet. There were even photos of the two of us doing mundane things like shopping at CVS and Trader Joe’s. Dieter always shrugged it off, but I knew that deep down it bothered him, mostly because he didn’t think I should have to deal with the paps.

”Yeah, that hot tub looks incredible,” I said, rolling my shoulders to loosen some of the kinks. A week at work combined with the long drive had tightened up my muscles. 

“Maybe we can skinny dip,” Dieter said into my ear.

”After it gets dark,” I said. “I know it’s private but I don’t think I could do that in daylight.”

He chuckled. “Deal. And after we soak awhile, I’ll make sure you release all your tension.” 

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After dinner at the resort’s restaurant (where Dieter had had ordered and devoured an order of oysters, much to my dismay — I still didn’t like them and they reminded me too much of the night I met Jonathan) we wandered back to our cottage in the dark. I used the bathroom and got undressed, slipping on a bathrobe before I stepped outside onto the patio. Dieter was already in the hot tub, his own robe draped haphazardly over the lounge chair.

”You’d better not pee in there,” I teased as I dropped my own robe onto the chair and stepped into the tub. The cool November air caused goosebumps on my skin and I ducked quickly into the warm water.

”I went at the restaurant before we left,” he reminded me. “Now get over here.” He motioned for me to slide closer on the little bench that ringed the tub. I settled against his side and he wrapped his arm around me. We leaned back, letting the jets of hot water soothe us. I felt the knots in my muscles relax.

”Wanna make out?” Dieter asked after several minutes.

”Not just yet,” I said. “I’m enjoying the water.”

”Okay,” he said comfortably. “I want you nice and supple when we get into bed.”

Ever since he’d gotten out of rehab, things had been easier between us. It was hard to put my finger on what had changed, but we just seemed more settled, less anxious about things. We knew that we wanted each other for who we were, warts and all. 

Soon enough, we started kissing, and it wasn’t long before we were climbing out of the water and pulling on our robes, eager to get inside out of the chill and into bed. We tumbled into the fine Italian linens and made love. Dieter was true to his promise to help me release all my tension, and I did the same for him. Sex with Dieter was easy. He never made me feel like I was anything other than the most desirable woman in the world. He always asked permission before he did anything that differed from our usual routine, even if we’d done it before. He insisted on using protection. And he always made sure I was satisfied before he’d let himself finish. He was the very definition of an unselfish lover.

”I don’t deserve you,” I told him when we were cuddling afterward. He was a champion snuggler, clinging to me like a baby sloth clings to its mother, enveloping me in his warmth. 

“You’ve got that backwards,” he mumbled, already half asleep. 

“Okay, we’ll split the difference. We deserve each other.”

”Damn right.” He nuzzled against my neck and promptly started snoring. 

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The next morning, we slept in, walked down to the restaurant for breakfast and then strolled through the botanical gardens on our way back to the cottage. We spent a lazy day reading and watching movies, punctuated by a few make out sessions. The day was warm enough that we left the windows open so we could enjoy the breeze off the ocean. 

At one point, Dieter dozed off on the couch, his book open against his chest, his glasses sliding down his nose. I got a sudden flash of his older self, hair and beard gone silver, taking a nap in our own little cottage somewhere, after he’d re-established his career and gotten to the point where he could pick and choose his roles. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted this to last forever.

Then he snorted himself awake, mumbled “Fuck” under his breath and was his middle-aged self again, slightly grumpy at being caught napping during the day. “This place is too quiet,” he complained. “Made me fall asleep.”

”It’s comfortable,” I said. “I like it.” He lifted his arm and I slid underneath to nestle against his side. He was warm and solid and I laid my head on his chest. “Just like you.”

“Are you saying you like me, or that I’m comfortable?”

”Both.”

He shrugged. “I’ll take it. There are worse things to be called than comfortable, although it wounds my masculine pride.”

“What would you prefer?”

”Hot. Irresistible. Manly. Ripped.” It was my turn to snort. “What?”

”You are hot and irresistible and definitely manly, but ripped you are not.” I poked his belly, which had just enough squish to it. “And I like you that way. I want a tummy I can relax on, not one that’s hard as a rock. Six pack abs are highly overrated.”

”I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Because I think those days are over.” He frowned down at his stomach. “The muscles are still in there somewhere, but the pudge is slowly taking over.”

”I like the pudge,” I said. “It makes you a real person. Real men have pudge. That should be your new slogan.”

”Dieter Bravo, the man with the pudge. I like that. I could be the new spokesman for Pillsbury.” I poked his belly again and he did the doughboy laugh. He was a huge dork, but he was my dork.

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We hung around the resort for a couple of days, but then Dieter decided he wanted Mexican food, so we drove down to Santa Barbara for a day. We visited the art museum and then found a little hole in the wall Mexican place. I was content with a couple of tacos and a side of rice and beans, but Dieter ordered something called a Garbage Burrito, which was enormous and contained a little bit of everything, from beans to sour cream to cabbage to shredded beef to three kinds of salsa. 

“You’re going to be sorry,” I told him after he took the final bite. 

He patted his stomach. “Not sorry, just not hungry for about three days,” he said. “You’re on your own for dinner, Miss I-Only-Want-Two-Tacos.”

”You’re forgetting we have a couples massage booked at five,” I reminded him. “You’re gonna have to lay on that full tummy for an hour while they work on your back.”

He stifled a little burp and shrugged. “By that time, my amazing metabolism will have converted most of it to muscle,” he said.

“More like pudge,” I replied. It was our new inside joke. I had started calling him Pudgy Bear.

We left the restaurant and almost immediately were approached by a man who asked if he could get a selfie with Dieter. “I’ve seen all the Cliff Beasts movies,” he explained, “and I’ve gotten photos with three of the cast members so far.”

Dieter agreed. “Why don’t you take the photo?,” he asked me. The man beamed and smoothed down the front of his Hawaiian shirt before handing me his phone. I gave Dieter a quick glance. He had a salsa stain on his previously pristine white t-shirt. I tugged his cardigan into place so that it hid the stain.

”Stop it,” Dieter said, swatting at my hand.

”You have food on your shirt, honey,” I told him, adjusting the cardigan just a bit more. “You don’t want to ruin his photo.”

Dieter looked down and made a face. “Shit, you’re right.”

The guy laughed. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s nice to know that celebrities are real people.”

I snapped three photos, to give him a choice of which one was best, then handed the phone back. “Thanks, man,” he said, swiping through the photos. “Is it okay if I post these on my Insta?”

“Sure,” Dieter said, “and thanks for asking. Most people don’t.” He shook the guy’s hand and sent him on his way grinning from ear to ear. 

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We drove around a bit on our way back to the resort, taking in the sights, but made it back in plenty of time for Dieter to change into a clean t-shirt before our massage. 

“I don’t know why I have to change,” he grumbled. “I’m just gonna take it off when we get there. They do these things naked, you know.”

”You are not showing up in dirty clothes, even if you are going to get undressed,” I said. “It’s common courtesy.”

”But I’m not a common person,” Dieter said as he stripped off the dirty shirt. I tossed him a clean one from the dresser. 

“You are definitely uncommon,” I agreed, running my eyes over his bare torso. Even with that bit of pudge he was an impressive sight.

Dieter preened. “I’m one of a kind.”

”The one, the only … Dieter Bravo!”

He posed like Superman, which would have made more of an impact if he hadn’t also been pooching out his stomach. He looked more like Jack Black in Nacho Libre than a superhero.

”Put your shirt on, goofball,” I told him. “We’ll be late.”

As Dieter predicted, almost as soon as we arrived for our appointment, the receptionist ushered us into the changing rooms, where we stripped down and put on the plush robes embroidered with the resort logo. 

“Told you,” Dieter whispered as we were escorted to the massage room.

Soft music was playing and the lights were dimmed. An essential oil diffuser filled the room with the scent of lavender. I felt my heart rate drop already. 

“Welcome. I’m Inge and this is Lance. We’ll be your massage therapists today.” Inge was tall and blonde, with just a trace of a Nordic accent. Lance was also tall, but with jet black hair. 

“I think we might have wandered into a porno shoot,” Dieter whispered to me. I shushed him, but he wasn’t wrong. Seriously, who hires a massage therapist named Lance?

They busied themselves with a tray of oils and heated rocks and other massage paraphernalia while we disrobed and laid down on the massage tables, pulling the sheets over ourselves. Dieter, of course, only pulled his up enough to cover his ass, while I made sure mine was up to my shoulders. 

It turned out Lance was the strong, silent type, who got right to work on Dieter’s upper back. Inge kept up a gentle, soothing patter as she kneaded my muscles. “We are trying to achieve total relaxation,” she intoned. “We will work on any tight spots you may have, so that when you leave you will be feeling completely loose and flexible.”

I thought I heard Dieter snicker a bit, but with his head buried in the face cut out, it was hard to tell. 

“Listen to the music and let your body and mind relax,” Inge said. “Inhale the soothing scent of lavender and exhale all your negative energy.”

I could have dozed off, if not for Inge digging into the knots in my shoulders. 

“Surrender to the rhythm of the music and our hands. Take in the good and release the bad.”

Brrr-ppp! Dieter farted loudly.

”Sorry,” he mumbled.

”No worries, man,” Lance said. “It happens.” He grunted as he bore down on Dieter’s back again.

Pppp-rrrr-ppp!

”I told you not to eat that huge burrito for lunch,” I said. And just about then the scent of lavender was overwhelmed by something decidedly less floral and we realized why it was called a garbage burrito.

”Maybe I’ll lay off the lower back,” Lance said, stifling a laugh.

”Yeah, might be a good idea,” Dieter said, giggling.

”I’m just going to turn up the diffuser,” Inge said, and that was when I lost it. I laughed until tears were streaming down my face.

”Only you could turn a romantic couples massage into a fart fest,” I told Dieter once I could talk.

”It’s that damn burrito,” he whined. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

Inge and Lance managed to maintain their professional demeanor, but Dieter and I broke out in giggles multiple times during the massage. We might not have been completely and utterly relaxed when we emerged, but we were certainly feeling a lot lighter … in more ways than one.

****************************************************

On Thanksgiving Day there was a special turkey dinner at seven for all the guests. We spent a relaxing morning in the cottage. We watched the parade on TV (turns out Dieter had to watch the Macy’s parade every year — he loved the balloons) and after a light lunch we wandered over to partake in a sound bath.

”I’ve done these before,” Dieter said. “It’s amazing. Like, life changing type amazing. It’s like the best drug ever, but totally safe and natural.”

I wasn’t so sure that listening to singing bowls and chimes would be quite that earth shattering, but I was open to the experience. I knew that Dieter was less skeptical about things than I was but I didn’t see any harm in him believing in the power of crystals and stuff like that. Although I was pretty sure his aversion to AirPods wasn’t because he thought the wireless connection messed with his brain waves as he claimed, but because he had lost too many pairs and needed a “cool” excuse for his old-school wired earbuds.

The woman hosting the sound bath wore loose linen clothing which made her look like a Jedi knight, but she also had a severe pixie cut and angled eyebrows that made her look a bit Vulcan. I dubbed her the Logical Jedi in my mind, but didn’t dre say anything to Dieter. After the massage experience, I didn’t want to risk setting off another round of giggles.

”Welcome. I’m Diana and I’ll be facilitating your sound bath experience today. Please, lie down on the mats and make yourselves comfortable. If you have any previous yoga experience, assume the Savasana or corpse pose. For those of you who have not practiced yoga, this is simply lying on your back, with your arms out to your sides.”

While we settled, Diana walked around the room. “You will be bathing in sound today. You don’t need to do anything but keep your heart and mind open to receive the healing vibrations. I do ask that because today is Thanksgiving, you keep gratitude foremost in your mind. Think about all the things in your life, big and small, that you are thankful for. And let the sound guide you to inner peace.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a bit silly. I’d never been good at meditation; my mind darted in a million different directions as soon as I didn’t have something to focus on. Dieter told me you just had to empty your head and focus on your breath, but it was hard for me. 

A chime rang and then the hum of a singing bowl filled the room. It was monotonous at first, but after a bit I could hear subtle variations in the tone as the sound waves vibrated the air. It was soothing. I started thinking about what I was thankful for.

Dieter, first of all. Meeting him had brought me so many new experiences, and a depth of joy I’d never known I was capable of. My job. A roof over my head. My health. Those were the big ones, and almost too easy to put on my list. Everyone was grateful for things like that. Then I started thinking about the smaller things: the smell right before it starts to rain, the excitement of opening a box of new books at work, the fierce glow of California poppies in the sun every spring. 

I felt Dieter’s fingertips brush against mine and I smiled. He was thinking about me, too. We lay side by side, just barely touching, but fully connected as the song of the universe swept through us. I get it, Deet, I thought silently. I get it.

*******************************************************************************

Saturday morning came all too fast. As I packed our bags (Dieter offered to pack his, but his idea of packing was just shoving everything inside and squashing it until the bag would zip) I felt the familiar melancholy of the end of a work break. I knew I was lucky to have a job that gave me a week off at Thanksgiving, two weeks at Christmas and another week in the spring, not to mention a healthy dollop of three-day weekends and a long summer break, but it was always hard for me to switch gears back into work mode after being off for more than a few days. 

“I don’t want to go back to work on Monday,” I groused.

”Then don’t,” Dieter said. “Quit. Move in with me. Find something else closer to my house. Or take some time off. Follow your passion.”

I sighed. “We’ve had this discussion before, Deet. It’s just too early on. I can’t take that leap yet.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know, but a man’s gotta try. And I know how you feel.” He stretched, his joints cracking. “I’m due on set in five days and I know once I get there and get into it I’ll love it but right now all I can think about is packing and making the flight and meeting the cast and crew and hoping there aren’t too many assholes to deal with. And missing you.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” I said, leaning into his embrace. “But we’ll talk every night. And maybe you can sneak home for a weekend or something.”

”I was thinking … I’m going to Freddy’s for Christmas. Why don’t you join me? I won’t get enough time off to make it to Vermont and California but I‘m sure he and Laila won’t mind.”

”I don’t want to impose,” I said, although the idea of having a ready excuse to not go to Aunt Helen’s — not to mention the chance to spend some face to face time with Dieter — had me excited.

”Freddy wants to meet you,” Dieter said. “And I want you to meet him. Meet my family.”

My excitement shifted into anxiety. Meeting the family was a big step. “Only if he and his wife don’t mind,” I said carefully. 

“I’ll ask him next time I talk to him. And I can tell you right now the answer will be yes.”

[dilfiam-afton]

Do you take one-shot requests? I was wondering if you could maybe write William reacting to the reader kissing his scars? I really enjoy the one you wrote with William being insecure and the idea of the reader kissing his scars popped into my head

Why yes I do!

"It adds character"

Summary: Just because William hates his looks doesn't mean you can't love them, right?

Per usual, I try to keep this as gender neutral as I can, and the reader is of age!

It was a lovely, yet (unfortunately for you) rather early summer morning in Hurricane, Utah. The sun wasn't up yet, and it was rather cold in the early mornings. Well...You wouldn't be up so early anyways if it wasn't for William! William loves starting his days super early; waking you up with soft kisses, before he moves on to take his morning shower while you prepare breakfast for the two of you and then finally, have breakfast together before he needs to leave for work. And with William being the tradition loving man he is, he expects adores it, when you lay his clothes out for him in the morning. Gestures like that make him feel more appreciated - but today you forgot.

So, naturally, you decide to fix your little mistake before he takes notice by simply laying his clothes out now. You snuck into the bathroom, balancing a neatly stacked pile of clothes in one hand, using the other to open the door. Apparently you hadn't thought of fixing your mistake early enough because William had already finished his shower and was now standing in front of the bathroom mirror, applying some sort of ointment to his springlock scars. The man chuckled to himself upon looking at you through the mirror. "Thank you, love. Almost thought I had to get my own knickers!" you jokingly rolled your eyes at him before giggling. "Would it have killed you to, though?" you joked along to which William replied with an exaggerated nod. "What is that lotion anyway?" "Oh, this?" he held up the little tin of ointment, the label on it read 'scar ointment' "this is s'posed to make up for the dumb mistakes you made when you were younger which left you permanently disfigured!" and even though he said it in a sing-sang, joking tone you didn't feel he meant it lightly.

"Oh..come on now, Darling." you stepped closer to the man, already having placed his clothes on the bathroom shelf, "you're not disfigured!" "what else would you call all this, then?" william wildly gestured all over his scarred body. You shrugged, letting a finger run over one of the many scars of his back. "I'd say-" "careful there!" you quickly pulled your hand back, startled by his sudden loud voice. "I'm sorry, Dear. They're just sensitive" william quickly apologized "ah I see. Is that what that lotion is for?" "What, the ointment? No. It's supposed to make them look less...obvious, brutal." oh. After a few brief seconds of silence, you simply asked him why he'd want them gone. He chuckled "why would I not? Not exactly pretty, are they?" "well I like them!" you quickly blurted out - "they make you unique! Just like the small toothgap you have. It's just those little things that...I dunno..just add character"

"If you say so." was all he replied before he continued massaging the ointment further into his skin. For a brief moment you just stood there, not knowing what to do. Did you offend him? Sighing, you did the only thing that came to mind - pressing your lips to his scars tenderly, before reaching around him to get some of the ointment to help him with the scars on his back. At first he tensed up as your little lips first met the tender flesh but he quickly re-gained his posture. The both of you stayed in comfortable silence and all his scars were now kissed and well covered in the ointment you left to start breakfast.

A few minutes later you already found William sitting at the table, smiling sheepishly. "What are we having?" "Eggs and bacon on toast sound alright?" "It'll do" "Did I upset you?" William let out a long sigh before replying "not really, no. I'm more upset with myself than anything. See, I used to be the charming, handsome businessman. And now? People think I'm hideous, an Idiot, even! Every so often children at the diner ask their parents 'what happened' upon seeing me and more often than not their parents reply with something like 'things like that happen when you do something that's dangerous and dumb for money!'" he let out a huff "I just don't like the way things turned out for me. After the accident, my ex wife didn't want to touch me anymore. My own children were afraid of me! Even henry would sometimes grimace in disgust when I rolled up my sleeves and he saw the scars." You put a plate with food in front of him, before gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he sat and just simply started eating. "Sorry anyways. Not your problem, I know. Situation just really bothers me is all.." "awh..I get that" you kissed his temple, caressing him, silently comforting the while he complained until he had to leave for work.

You were even more determined to make him feel loved than ever now.

{Should I make this a mini-series as well, maybe? Y'all tell me. Anyway! I'd suggest anyone who wants to send in a request of their own to look at my rules, I pinned them :3}

*1 - LOOK AT HIS LITTLE TOOTH GAP AWJWJWJQJE

Also! Nuudels William and I have the same teeth. So does Willem DaFoe.

Picture belongs to @6simp_nuudel9 on instagram

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That last post reminded me of the time I was interviewing for a job at an Adult Novelty Store (ie a sex shop. where they sell sex toys, lingerie, and crude bachelorette party supplies) in Utah.

I was wearing a dress with a low, wide scoop neckline, large cutout in the back, and the skirt may or may not have reached my fingertips. I'm pretty sure I cursed at least once.

And yet, at one point, the interviewer interrupted herself to ask if I was aware of what was sold in the store. Because I "just looked too innocent." And that maybe I just wasn't quite aware of what was sold in the back (the front, where we were interviewing, just had condoms, lube, massage oils, etc. The sex toys, by law, were hidden in another room in the store.)

I had to assure her that I was shopping in the store when I found out they were hiring, so, yes, I was quite aware of the nature of the merchandise.

And yes, I got the job.

[writerspor]

Some new content around here. So, English is not my first language so please forgive me for the mistakes.

This is a imagine of my book that is on wattpad.

Content +18, unprotected sex, swearing.

Gary Payton II - Golden State Warriors

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While Gary was talking to a journalist on facetime, I decided to take a shower to rest from today.

I had lived in San Francisco for 15 years and when I started dating Payton, he was leaving the Golden State Warriors, thus leaving the Bay Area.

It was difficult at first as I was trying to balance my time between work and visiting him in Portland.

With the NBA trade season over, Gary will be returning to the Warriors and I can't express my happiness.

Even though the exchange between the two teams suffered a slight tremor due to my boyfriend's injury, everything went according to plan and he returned to the 7x champion team.

This Gary's injury has been keeping me awake lately. Seeing him in so much pain after a game was suffocating for me.

Per the Blazers team's medical advice, he was on toradol, but it got to a point where it was going too far and I was getting worried about him. Never that ingesting a medicine in large quantities is healthy, but there was no point in talking about it with Payton, he wanted to be on the court. It didn't matter if he cried in pain afterwards, the important thing was to play.

When he came to San Francisco to take the battery of tests required by the team, he already knew that something could go wrong. He knew that his physical health was not 100%, but the Warriors decided to keep the exchange even without knowing when he will return to play.

The important thing now is that he is getting a greater medical support network, with people he already knows and trusts. And he is at home. In all senses, after 7 months of dating, we decided that this is a good time to start living together. It may seem early, but in the current situation it's the best thing to do.

He is returning to San Francisco and now my work has increased, which has prevented me from accompanying him on some trips.

With his injury and this time away from the court, he definitely needs a lot of support.

He had already finished my shower and was only in black panties and my fluffy robe that I love so much, while I do a little skincare.

As he finished the little facial massage, I saw him approach and lean his body against the bathroom door while looking at me.

- How it was? - I ask

- Well... I said very little, because I don't have much to talk about - he sighs

I move closer to him and wrap my arms around him as he does the same to me. Gary has a habit of going shirtless at home and I love the feel of his warm body pressed against mine.

- I'm feeling you very tense, in fact there are a few days that I've been feeling you like this - I say while I caress your waist

- I think this whole exchange and injury situation messed with me a little - he hugs me and due to our height difference I rest my head on his chest - I'm happy to be back, but at the same time worried about my recovery and how it will affect me on the court

- Love, in your last conversation with Bob and the doctor, didn't they say it's going to take less time than you thought? - he nods - So, I know it's hard for you but try to relax for the time being

- I'm trying, I'm just thinking how much I miss this team and I don't know if it's going to be the same

- Gary looks at me - he does - you've been to a game and you've already met the boys, you know they'll do anything to welcome you

- You're right - I lay my head back on his chest and listen to his heartbeat - Jordan said he's coming here tomorrow - he says after a few seconds in silence

- Now all that's missing is Juan for the joy and daring trio to return, right?

He nods in agreement

- It would be great if Juan came back, but in the current situation I find it very difficult

- He went to Utah, right? - he agrees - I talked to Audi yesterday, we were planning to see each other when we could

- We could take advantage of this all-star break and travel, right?

- Won't it interfere with your treatment?

I feel his hand slip from my waist and I narrow my eyes.

- We could go to Los Angeles and take advantage of the fact that Juan and Audi will still be there and we'll meet

- How do you know they'll be there? I put my arms around his neck and look at him.

- I texted him this afternoon.

- I tended

- Now, we could enjoy a little bit, right? He starts kissing my neck and I feel my hair stand on end.

- Gary... - I can't finish the line when I feel him suck my neck and I let out a low moan.

He unties my robe and pushes it until it falls to the floor, I see his gaze go down my body and he lets out a curse word in a whisper. He takes me in his arms and takes us to the bedroom, I feel my back on the soft mattress

His hands roam from my stomach to my thighs and he climbs on top of me and kisses me.

It's inexplicable how passionate I am about this man's kiss.

His kisses descend first to my neck and then to my breasts, while he squeezed one, kissed and sucked the other, taking me to heaven.

His hands move down my belly to my panties and he removes them more slowly than I need to.

"Baby," he whispers, his lips returning to my neck. His big hand intertwines with mine and it's like everything has clicked into place. Fuck, no one has ever come close to making me feel this way.

He pulls away and removes his sweatpants along with his underwear and I thank God I am so blessed to have this man with me.

Soon he returns to the bed and I feel every inch of him buried in me, he pulls out and then pushes back in, going so slowly it's almost torture. Extremely addictive torture.

Gary is and has always been the best at making me melt in one move.

His thrusts are almost lazy, like he knows the slow glide could take me there.

"You're so good at this," I find myself saying after a moment.

I wanted to look at him as I said that. Looking at him over my lashes to see his dark cheeks get a little darker.

The slow slide is maddening, perfect and both enough and not enough, but then he pulls back, pulls back all the way until he's sliding off, his cock hot and wet, and then he pulls me up and flips me over, leaving my back to him as he kneels down. behind me.

His hands are on my ribs and then my breasts and then his cock is back at my entrance, just resting, just sliding between the slick folds before the next moan turns into a gasp.

So he feels even deeper, like my heat is pulling him deeper than before. I love that. Love him. What is he doing to me.

With my eyes closing, a smile starts to grow on my lips as I squeeze my legs tighter. The low sound of his curse spurs me on further and then I feel one of his hands around my throat. Just resting there as he continues to fuck me in short thrusts.

The sound of skin hitting skin ceases and so I open my eyes, waiting for him to come back as soon as possible.

"Gary..." I say in a slightly teary voice, as I always do when he's as deep inside me as possible. His free hand slides between my closed legs and then he's pressing down on my clit and I feel a small kiss on my neck.

I squirm under his touch and then spread my legs a little wider. Maybe he'll finish me off with his perfect fingers. Rub my clit for so long that I squirm in his hands before he fucks me the rest of the way. Again and again.

It wouldn't be the first time, but he doesn't do any of that. Instead he lazily runs his thumb over my clit, I feel his smile on my neck as he feels the wetness spreading. I'm soaking wet and so excited and I know it won't take me long to come, but he doesn't continue.

Fuck.

"Please...Gary," I try again, my voice so breathy. Suddenly he comes back with the thrusts with his hand still on my throat.

I turn my head a little and look at him from under my lashes. I take his hand from my throat and place his thumb in my mouth. The wet slide around his cock and my mouth around his finger is enough to drive him crazy, just like it was driving me crazy.

When I feel him glide over my g-spot, I can't help but moan.

High.

Loud compared to anything else in that room and then he does it again and again. Touching that point repeatedly. He gently pushes my body until I'm on all fours.

It's perfect like that. For both. I wish I could see it. He. The way he flexes with each hard thrust and the way his cock disappears into me over and over again. Fuck.

The thought alone makes my toes curl and then his hand is on the back of my neck and his body curves over mine. This is the best feeling in the world. To lie there and hold out until I'm shaking under his power.

His cock keeps disappearing into me and my moans are now more like whispers.

- You're so hot, baby - he sighs in my ear - Tight fuck, so tight. I love you

'Gary…' I sob as my eyes close with a particularly deep thrust.

"Made for this, huh," he asks, his voice turning into a groan as I tighten around him and feel my orgasm coming. "Made to be - to be fucked. Just for me baby"

My hands grip the sheet a little tighter at that, the phrase and the sheer possessiveness in his tone is enough to hasten my orgasm and then he pulls away. He slides out of me entirely. He leaves me empty and aching, but a second later, just after my eyes flutter open and my body goes cold from the lack of Gary pressed against me, he flips me back over.

Now, facing him, I can look into his eyes.

He smiled.

He is so beautiful. So beautiful, especially up close like this.

"I want to look at you when I come on you, honey." he says, voice even. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to say. I feel flush rise to my cheeks at the thought, my mind comes with all kinds of dirty images, but I don't respond beyond a shiver running down my back.

My legs spread eagerly to welcome him back and I feel my folds still wet from coming, but the first slide back causes my eyes to flutter closed and I'm lost in the pleasure all over again. Lost to Gary and his whims as he chases his own pleasure between my legs.

I wrap my trembling thighs around his hips so he's even closer. Just like he was when he first fucked me. It is breathtaking.

I feel his hands on every part of my body. My hips, my stomach before he works one more time on my clit and then he leans down and gives me a relaxed, sloppy kiss. I take a deep breath at him, but he doesn't care. He never does when I'm so fucked up. I sigh and then one of his hands travels up my body to my breasts and I arch into the touch. The feel of his thumb on my nipple. He knows exactly how to touch me to make me squeeze his cock.

I can't stop thinking about what a god he looks like. An extremely sexy God. My mind is lost in hazy bliss, but clear enough to pick up on the glistening skin around his crotch. Where I left it all wet and messy.

He looks like a god and he feels that way too when he starts moving in earnest. All of his skin stained with dark ink glistening with sweat.

It's when he leans down to kiss me again that I know he's close. He's been moving in a rhythm only he knows as he chases his pleasure, but now he's moving closer, close enough to trap me in his arms as our lips meet.

His kiss is sloppy, just like the previous ones. It's bitten lips and barely muffled moans as I press my legs harder against his back and suddenly he's no longer lifting his hips to slam into me, but simply pulling back to grind into my heat.

It's so easy to slide one of his hands between our bodies to find my wet pussy stretched tight around his cock and then rub my clit to his grinding motion. But he soon comes and the only sound in the room is our names spoken in meaningless whispers and I fall over the edge once more.

This orgasm is more intense than the first and he continues with the thrusts prolonging our pleasure until I tighten around him. Just until he moaned and dropped his weight onto me, like he never wanted to leave. And that's the thought. Keep it close like this. Forever. Pushed until we're not sure where he starts and I end. ____________________________________________________________

[portwellbabes]

A Caswell Apology

EJ got up off his very comfortable position on the couch and dragged his feet over to open the front door. Lately, he found it hard to find the motivation to do anything but sulk on his bed or couch.

He went over to open the front door, at first blinded slightly by the sunlight but then surprised to see his cousin at the door. She was shivering and bundled up in a coat, scarf, and gloves. He hadn’t really realized when summer had slowly transitioned into Utah’s typical cold fall weather. Huh, had it been that long since EJ stepped outside his house?

“Oh Ash! Hey, come in.”

Ashlyn smiled at him graciously before stepping into the house, taking off her shoes and many layers.

“Um, it’s a surprise to see you here” EJ mumbled awkwardly, “My parents aren’t really home”

Ashlyn’s heart broke at the fact that EJ assumed she was at his place for his parents and not for him. She really needed to fix things with her cousin.

“No actually, I’m here for you”

EJ tilted his head slightly in confusion. Ashlyn sighed, trying to form a proper apology. But she couldn’t at the moment so she just threw her arms around her cousin, pulling him in for a tight hug. A hug that she should’ve given him months ago, at the beginning of the summer. EJ blinked before reciprocating as he tried to make sense of why his cousin was so troubled.

“Ashlyn, hey. What’s wrong?”

“EJ I’m… I’m so sorry!” she blurted out as her eyes glossed over with tears.

“Sorry? Whatever are you sorry for Ash?”

Ashlyn had broken out into intermittent sobs so EJ pulled her to the couch with one hand behind her back as he massaged her to try and calm her down.

“I’m such a horrible… cousin!” she said in between sobs, “I completely neglected you this whole summer when you needed me the most! I cant believe I didn’t realize- And after everything you do for me!”

EJ looked at her sadly. While he didn’t want to admit it, he had been lacking in his favorite confidant and counselor or a cousin this whole summer. Although he had Val by his side to keep him sane, Ashlyn knew a lot about the relationship he and his father had which he hadn’t told anyone. But if EJ ever felt neglected, he definitely did not show it.

“Hey, hey, look at me. You are not a horrible cousin Ashlyn. You had your own things going own this summer, with Maddox and Val and stuff” EJ spoke softly, squeezing her hand.

Ashlyn chuckled, “Why are you like this Eej?”

EJ tilts his head away from her, confused at her comment.

“Why are you so nice?” she blurts out exasperately. “You make excuses for people’s actions towards you even if they don’t deserve it. You put everyone’s needs above everyone else. You forgive too easily. Eej this why your dad takes control of your life! This is why you and Gina-“

EJ raises his eyebrows, letting go of Ashlyn’s hand. She immediately stops herself, looking at him concerned. A wave of guilt washes over her as she scrambles to stop EJ from punishing himself for the downfall of his relationship.

“I didn’t mean that… you were not- are not why Gina broke up with you.. it was“ she looks at EJ’s eyes avoiding hers and takes his hand in hers, “either way, she didn’t deserve you Eej.”

EJ looks up at her with shock in his eyes

“Ash, she’s your best friend”
“And you’re my cousin”

He looks at her dumbfounded as Ashlyn continues.

“I know she’s my best friend and my roommate but that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes. And the way she treated your relationship wasn’t right. I mean I can’t even imagine what it would feel like if Big Red strung me along in a relationship while he had feelings for someone else. I should’ve realized that. I shouldn’t have…” she looks up at him sadly, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you that day during rehearsals. And in front of everyone, too.”

“I forgive you”

Ashlyn looks up at him, “Really?”

“I do”

“Thank you, Eej”

Ashlyn wraps EJ in a hug, as he hugs her back with a soft smile on his face.

“Now what do you say we go out for some thai food? I could use a trip to the other side of this door” he joked.

Ashlyn chuckled, “Yeah you kinda lost touch of society in these last couple months. Plus it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite cousin”

“Let me take a quick shower and I’m all yours, Ash”

Ashlyn smiled at him as he got up off the couch. As he was walking back upstairs he stopped at the foot of the stairs with a slight smirk on his face. Without turning to look at her he said, “maybe then you can fill me in on your little ‘discovery’ with my good friend Val?”

“Eej!!” she exclaimed, blushing furiously as he laughed running upstairs. Ashlyn shook her head with a smile on her face, proud to see her cousin’s obnoxious yet charming self back. And she knew then that no matter what, they would be okay.

A little redemption for Ashlyn after she very publicly outed her cousin in ep 3.05 🫢

[radicalreports]

Extremists Links: LGBTIQ Community Celebrates Pride Month Despite Threats of Far Right Extremist Violence

The latest reporting on extremist groups within the Radical Right.

White Supremacists, Militia Movement, and Far Right Extremists

Communities Continue To Mobilize Against Anti-LGBTQ Attacks As New Fascist Formations Emerge [It’s Going Down]

Pride organizers promise safety at festivities amid anti-LGBTQ rhetoric [ABC News]

Utah Pride Festival security cost $300k this year — up five-fold due to anti-LGBTQ+ hate. [The Salt Lake Tribune]

Police welcome at Motor City Pride [Axios]

Pride Month Begins, as Attacks on LGBTQ+ Rights and Women’s Rights Escalate [Ms. Magazine]

‘Resilience of the community’: Coeur d’Alene’s Pride in the Park stays peaceful after Patriot Front arrests last year [The Spokesman-Review]

‘Reject the hate’: A look at North Idaho’s LGBTQ+ community after Patriot Front arrests [Idaho Capital Sun]

Tennessee pride celebrations showcase queer joy amid neo-Nazi threats and legal attacks [Raw Story]

'Fear and hostility': DeSantis legislation prompts Florida cities to cancel, restrict Pride events [USA Today]

Fight erupts at anti-Pride Day protest outside L.A. school where trans teacher’s flag was burned [Los Angeles Times]

Parents and LGBTQ+ advocates clash at Saticoy Elementary School Pride protest [San Bernardino Sun]

Hate Crime Probe Launched After LGBTQ+ Flag Torched at Elementary School [The Daily Beast]

Anti-drag & Pride protest in suburban Virginia just outside of D.C. [Los Angeles Blade]

Pride Day banner vandalized in Bolton over the weekend; hate crime investigation ensues [MassLive.com]

'It's horrifying,' Individual fires pellet gun toward line of people outside LGBTQ+ bar in Westport [ABC News]

Pro LGBTQ+ Brands Braces for a Right-Wing War on Pride Month [Insider]

More Than 530 Anti-LGBTQ Bills Have Been Proposed Across the Country in 2023 [TruthOut]

Russia Moves to Ban Trans Health Care [Human Rights Watch]

Incel-inspired Toronto massage parlour murder was act of terror, judge rules [CBC]

Prominent figure in German far-right party charged over alleged Nazi slogan [Associated Press]

Report: Even as Militias Disbanded, Anti-Government Groups Surged in US [VOA]

Moms for Liberty listed as ‘anti-government’ group by extremism watchdog [The Guardian]

You might not have heard of a far-right site called Poast. A hack reveals what's happening [USA Today]

The case of an armed far-right operative arrested in Genesee County [The Buffalo News]

Judge dismisses civil rights case against NSC-131, a blow to prosecutors seeking to rein in white supremacist group [NPR]

Utah Patriot Front Homophobe Sentenced for Child Pornography [Advocate]

Chesterfield teen threatened family and warned of death penalty, investigators say [St. Louis Post-Dispatch]

Failed Republican candidate charged in shooting spree aimed at New Mexico Democrats [Reuters]

Failed New Mexico GOP candidate indicted by federal grand jury in alleged shooting spree targeting Democratic officials’ homes [CNN]

AZ GOP senator proudly flies flag adopted by ‘fringe’ far-right extremists [Arizona Mirror]

Read more here.

[summitwellnessclinic]

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[starsfic]

Idea 3: Pizzaplex is an engineering disaster waiting to happen.

An idea that I don't see brought up at all, is the idea that the Pizzaplex is not constructed well.

Remember in FNAF 6 when the tutorial unit said this?

"There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality, and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

Keep this statement in mind while I bring up my next point. As someone who's taken an engineering class, when you are constructing a building, there are a VERY large number of codes (rules) that you need to follow for every conceivable part of it.

Fazbear Entertainment would probably find it a lot cheaper just to pay off the people inspecting the plex than to actually put money into making sure everything is up to code.

They would also try to construct the building as cheaply as possible, trying to "cut corners" wherever they could. They use substandard materials and contractors that don't double-check their work. They built the mall itself over the subterranean remains of their old restaurant, despite this making the ground very unstable.

This all works in my mind because Fazbear Entertainment has been proven to follow the "be as cheap as possible" and "maximize profits by any means necessary" approaches many times in the past.

Here is just one example of a code being violated, according to Section 1006.2.1.1 of Utah Building Codes, "Three exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load of 501 to 1,000. Four exits or exit access doorways shall be provided from any space with an occupant load greater than 1,000." We only see 2 public exits in the game, and the Pizzaplex likely holds well over a thousand people at any one time. What's worse is that one of the exits, the only one designated for emergencies, requires a VIP pass in order to be used.

If Fazbear Entertainment is willing to do this to cut costs, who knows what else they have done?

It's why, in my mind, I don't have Gregory live at the pizzaplex after the 3-star ending. Freddy would calculate that it is statistically safer for Gregory to live in his box than at the plex. He instead lives with Vanessa, creating opportunities for them to grow closer.

BTW This has happened in real life, even down to the shoddy construction and profit maximization. It was the Sampoong Department store collapse. Link

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jack, I had some questions about the budget for the Pizzaplex building.”

“Ugh, are you doubting me? Again? Look, don’t worry about it.”

Vanessa collapsed behind the CEO's desk. The secretary knew better by now to ask her questions, but there were clues. Based on the background noise, the dusty office, and how slurred his voice was, Jack was out on vacation. Again. “I wouldn’t be worrying about it if I didn’t know, for a fact, that it should’ve taken longer to get the safety certificates for the site.” She glanced down at the budget and the weird charge. “And doesn’t require an extra ten thousand dollar charge out of nowhere.”

Jack didn’t answer for a hot minute, allowing her to listen to what sounded like tango music. Vanessa pulled away the phone to sigh and massage her temples, feeling the beginnings of a stress headache to take hold. She wished she had enough of Jack’s carefree nature to waste money on vacations every month. “Look, I know as Daddy’s good girl-” Her hand clenched at the words. “You doubt me. But, hey! The company hasn’t fallen apart yet!”

“That’s because you have me do everything.” Vanessa paused before she could dissolve into the ancient scolding. He didn’t care and never would. “Look, you told me to focus on the game, right? I can’t do that if I’m cleaning up your messes.”

“Look, I have to go. A hot girl’s calling my name-”

“Wait-!”

“Bye~!”

The phone went silent, and Vanessa pulled it away from her ear with a groan. She moved to retype Jack’s number in but a text popped up.

It was her manager. Beta-testing on Help Wanted about to start. Are you coming into work?

Yes. I’m coming, sorry.

Vanessa got up, pushing in the chair, before marching out of the office. Honestly, she should just leave Fazber Ent. to crumble apart.

It would be more than anyone else did.

[riflebrass]

15 Questions; 5 People

Tagged by @vio-starclad

1. Named after anyone?

Nope

2. Last time you cried?

I tear up from time to time but I can't remember the last time I outright cried. Probably around the time my grandpa died. I feel like I must have at least once in the last 7 years though.

3. Have kids?

Not yet

4. Use sarcasm a lot?

Depends on your definition of "a lot" but probably.

5. First thing you notice about people?

Overall aesthetic I guess? That's vague but I just notice The Person. (answer stolen from Vio it's a good answer)

6. Eye color?

My teacher used to tell me my eyes were brown because I was so full of crap.

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending, and not just the ones offered by the ladies at the massage parlor. Speaking of which need to find me a woman who will watch scary movies with me ending with a happy ending.

8. Special talents?

Nothing really comes to mind. Around my normie friends I know a lot about guns, but as far as I'm concerned a talent is skill rather than simple knowledge.

I dunno I guess I'm a decent cook.

9. Where were you born?

Burger King. No really. The hospital I was born in got torn down when I was about 5 and now it's a BK.

10. Hobbies?

Guns, video games (usually involving guns). I've been toying around with 3D printing but haven't gotten to where I can print a useable thing yet. I have a guitar I've been meaning to try and learn. I took a couple classes in high school. I have trouble with chords because my hands are massive though.

11. Pets?

My roommate has a couple cats. I'm insistent that they are HIS cats and HIS responsibility but we live under the same roof and I still do my fair share of annoying them for funzies so it counts.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I played soccer 2nd-4th grade.

13. Height?

between 6'1 and 6'6 depending on what convenience store I was leaving.

14. Favorite subject in school?

In middle school I liked science. I was fascinated learning how stuff worked. In high school not so much because math got involved and that was the achilles horse of my entire family.

15. Dream job?

When I was a kid I wanted to be a scientist, back before I realized there was more than one branch of science. Realistically? I dunno. I never expected to make it this far and never had any aspirations.

So now to tag 5 people. @fresnel149 @nosvertu @utah-mountain-drifter @inkandguns @kasaron

[buniquexoxo]

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[adpiratecore]

Got sent a ton of numbers from the ask game post by the ever lovely @rovah17 via pm!

So here we go!

4. What are you looking forward to?

My camping trip! My birthday is next week, so me and the Boys are driving all the way to Utah (22 hrs) to camp and hopefully dig for crystals!

5. Is there anyone that can always make you smile?

My lovely fiance and partner :)

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Absolutely. Still not over the girl i dated freshman year of highschool, genuinely thought she was an ethereal being and had full plans to marry her.

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Sure! If you dont know me. Once uget to know me my shit is obvious lol

11. Are you listening to music rn?

Nah im listening to asmr lol

12. What is something you want right now?

I want a giant minecraft creeper plush. Like. Body pillow size. (Oh my god what if there was one of those overly sexual body pillow covers but with a creeper--- i would buy that ngl. As long as it wasnt super sexual lol)

13. How do you feel right now?

Honestly? Kinda depressed. Ive been in a weird funkrecently.

15. Personality description

I dont ever post about it, but I've actually got DID (dissociative identity disorder) so that one's hard to pinpoint? But i guess the "singletsona" or the mask we put on for basically everyone we're not close with is "chaotic nerdy punk"

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone but you didnt?

Well, my partner (as mentioned above) is a fairly new relationship. Not even a month yet new. And we went to this convention together! Anime midwest! And we were sitting out by the fountain in the area where cars pull in for drop offs and deliveries. And all i could think about was "this would be a perfect area for a first kiss" but i chickened out and thoughtit was too soon and what if they get weirded out and--- they still dont know.

17. Opinion on insecurities.

So honestly? I think its good to have some insecurities. Like i think if everyone walked around thinking they were perfect all the time, there would be no growth as human beings, emotionally i mean. I have plenty of insecurities myself, BUT this reminds me of how many people ask me for fashion advice! I dress very alternatively and really adore my fashion style and ive yet to get a negative reaction from someone. Besides the point though, i once answered that question with "Wear what makes you want. If it makes you happy it looks good, and if someone's staring it means your hot." That just kinda randomly spewed out of my mouth and the person was like "wow thats kind of inspiring"

20. What is your favorite song at the moment?

Oh gosh good question!! Kind of depends on the vibe really, but the one i get most excited for and always sing along to is Flight Of The Crows by Jhariah

21. Age and birthday?

21!! 22 on july 26th :D

23. Fear(s)

That everyone secretly hates/dislikes me and is only keeping up relationships bc they want something out of me :)

25. Role model

Honestly i dont think i have a role model atm! I try not to compare myself with people, so my brain has turned that into dont try to be like anyone. If i reeeeeally had to choose though, my elementary school (?) Art teacher. He not only helped me with the first art project i was ever proud of, he also would be playing guitar as we walked into class and when he stopped and we thought he was done and started clapping, hed start playing again. He even played behind his head if i recall correctly!

27. Things i hate

I hate cringe culture. I also hate fast fashion. I also hate anything that makes fun of children for their interests.

28. I'll love you if...

My love language is touch, and i have chronic pain, THEREFORE, if you give me a massage im legally required to marry you. Before we started dating, i was making waffles for my partner and complained about my shoulders. They randomly came up and gave me a massage! They're stuck with me forever now (sorry babe i dont make the rules)

31. 3 random facts

AAAA I TELL THIS ONE TO EVERYONE! Any bees you see outside the hive (aka worker bees) are female! All the males are drones and only serve as reproduction matter. Had a (female) boss tell me "thats not true, they're called "worker" bees" n i looked at her, at her job, and was like "what are you doing right now"

Link, from legend of zelda, is canonically androgynous! He was designed to be able to connect with on a personal level, and therefore whatever gender the player wanted him to be

My initials are MEM and i have a friend who wanted me to marry someone whos last name started with E so we could hyphenate the last names and make my initials MEME

32. Are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Mainly girls and nonbinary folk!

33. Something you want to learn

BLACKSMITHING

34. Most embarrassing moment

Idk if this is the MOST embarrassing bc memory bad but i was on my first date with my last ex, we were bowling and it was a double date with two of their friends. They get up to bowl and as theyre trying to head to the ball dispenser, i move to touch their butt as a joke (they didnt mind we were both v touchy) and they moved away right as i did so i missed and fell off the bench. They didnt even notice lol!

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

I want a farm. Not any sort of big thing, just enough acres for a few animals, a nice garden, and some bees. And maybe a blacksmith workshop.

On that farm, i want a divination shop! Just a little building with a front room for supplies and such, but the main attraction are the two back rooms. Decked out with tapestries and blankets and pretty fabric decorating the walls and ceilings, super comy couches or chairs around a beautiful table where we host readings of all sorts. Tarot, rune, bone throws, ect.

As soon as the farm starts up this one will likely be done, but to fill the time between now and then (bc farm is end goal) id love to be a theatre costume designer! Head honcho would be best, but honestly I'll take any position sewing :)

40. Favorite memory

Again, memory bad, but a good one is taking pictures of the highschool ex i thought i was gonna marry. I was in a photography class, and at the time planned on being a photographer professionally, so we ran around her neighborhood (she lived in a really nice area) and took pictures! Theres one of here where the sun speckles in and makes a bunch of "orbs" and it looks like shes surrounded by faeries.

51. Starsign

Leo sun, gemini moon, libra rising

52. Something you're talented at

I dont really think im talented at anything, but if i didnt say singing i think my friends would have me on a stake lol

53. 5 things that make me happy

Bees, stuffed animals, finishing costumes, my partners, and puppets!

55. Tumblr friends

Honestly i rlly dont have people i talk to consistently here, but id definitely say @rovah17 is one of em!! Thanks for being sweet bro :)

59. Why i joined tumblr

I was 14 and my friend i roleplayed with every single day told me i had to check this site out. Idr her reasoning, probably smth about fandoms, but ive been stuck ever since. I wish i could remember my first url lol!

That was long and i talked far too much but that was really fun to write!!!