Context is I needed a wand of cure wounds but all they had was moderate and it was 3,000 gold and I only had 970 and the other big problem was the storekeep didnt know how many charges were on it so im figured I’d gamble with him
Me: “so lets make a gamble, I don’t know how much is left on the want, and you don’t know how much money I have, but I will give you all the money I have if you say deal”
My DM: “I mean I guess roll, but I warn you this probabaly won’t work”
*hears my dm roll a contest with his dice*
Shopkeep, slamming the table: “DEAL, MY WIFE SAYS I CANT GO GAMBLING ANYMORE AND YOU GAVE ME THE FIX I NEEDED KID”
“He asked if my father knew a little girl who could speak as a child would and yet could sing many high notes in whatever it was they were going to do. When I heard this I said, ‘Papa, how about me?’ and started singing a lot of trills. Papa said, ‘Oh, get off the phone for heaven’s sake, Adriana, I’m speaking to someone about business.’ So I said, ‘I know you are, but please let me try out; maybe I can do the part.’ And the man at the other end said, ‘Send her down, you never can tell even if we don’t have her do the lead, she might just be able to do some little part.’’ The part, she discovered, was for a 14-year old and- in an attempt to improve her chances- Adriana knocked a couple of years off her age and told Churchill, when he asked how old she was, that she was just seventeen.
Churchill handed Adriana a song in manuscript: "Little girl,” he said “I’m going to go to the piano and play it for you a couple of times and then, perhaps you could try singing it.” But, before he could reach the piano, Adriana, who could sight-read music, was already singing Someday My Prince Will Come…“My God!” shouted Churchill, “The kid can read music!” And, for him at least, there was no question about who should be Snow White. The decision, however, rested with Walt Disney and after Adriana had left, Churchill went to get the verdict. “That’s our girl!” Disney told him, “That’s our Snow White!” Notwithstanding which, Disney decided to audition more voices and no fewer than 148 other hopefuls were tried. Among those who didn’t get the part was Deanna Durbin, who was only 13 but who had a voice of such maturity Walt asked why a 30-year old was being auditioned. It was a whole year before Adriana was recalled and put under contract: "Goodness,” she laughs, “I might have died in that time!”
She recorded the songs not with an orchestra, but with piano accompaniment and Snow White’s dialogue had to be delivered cold, without any of the other voices present- not even the Prince of her dreams! As she performed before the microphone, the animators photographed and made sketches of her to help with realizing the character. The action for Snow White was modeled by Marge Belcher (later to achieve fame as one half of the dance partnership of Marge and Gower Champion), but many of Snow White’s gestures, particularly when she was singing, were those of Adriana…Since, at the time, there were no laws about how many hours a child could work, Adriana spent long days on the Disney sound stage, for which she was paid $20 a day. Over the period in which the film was made she earned just $970.
When Dean woke up the next day, he slipped carefully out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping girl so he could make breakfast. As he headed towards the kitchen, he passed by the library, seeing Sam with his laptop.
“What are you doing?” the older Winchester asked.
“Tracking down the alpha vampire,” Sam responded, glancing at his older brother briefly before going back to his computer. “We’ve got less than three weeks to find him, and kill him.”
Dean nodded, knowing they couldn’t push back finding the monster any longer. As much as he wanted to focus on making sure Y/N was getting better, they needed to focus on killing the vampire first. He made his way to the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee, and started boiling the water for Y/N’s tea when a blood-curling scream stopped his heart. Dean quickly ran to his room, meeting Sam in the hallway. It didn’t matter than he was unarmed. He would fight tooth and nail, with his bare hands, with whatever decided to come to his home, and attack his loved ones.
The boys nearly broke the door down when they crashed into the room, seeing Y/N curled against the headboard, and Castiel standing at the edge of the bed with his head titled to the side. She was sobbing, and hyperventilating while Castiel was calmly trying to explain who he was.
• pairing: kim taehyung x reader • genre/warnings: smut • words: 970 → summary: What’s the best way to wake up your boyfriend who has morning wood?
The sun was high, the warmth and light seeping through the window and painting the wooden floor below it a warm golden. The clock that sat on the bed stand read 12:41 pm, the red numbers standing out from it’s dark counterparts. You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly and running a hand through the hair of the body sleeping next to you softly, twisting small parts around your finger from time to time. You smiled a small smile, watching as the man stirred in his sleep, a soft whine leaving his parted lips. You ran your finger softly down the curve of his jaw, down his chest and then down his thighs. You loved his body. You always have. Every curve and bump is one of the many things that you love about Taehyung. He doesn’t have rock-hard abs, but that’s okay because you loved his tummy. You kissed it every chance you could and told him that’s okay if he doesn’t have a well-muscled body, that didn’t mean you loved him any less and you in fact adored the little bit of chub that would appear when he put on skinny jeans, telling him that it was cute and he shouldn’t lose it. He would blush and pout and say that he isn’t cute, he’s handsome; to which you didn’t disagree. And his thighs – oh god, his thighs – you didn’t know where to start with them. Sometimes when he would gain a little weight, you’d run your hands along them, marveling how soft they felt and leave little love marks on them when things got a little heated. You loved his chubby cheeks he’d get when he gained weight, they’d be the most adorable thing you’d ever seen and you marveled how he can be hot and cute at the same time. Kim Taehyung was one of the hottest and sweetest person you’d ever met, and you were glad he loved you as much as you loved him, if not more.
As you ran your fingers back up his thighs, you softly grazed his crotch causing a soft sigh to escape his lips and back arching off the bed slightly. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at the sleeping man next to you. Your brows furrowed, your fingers grazing his stomach and landing on his covered dick. He was hard.
Was he having a wet dream? No, he couldn’t be.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, watching as the man furrowed his eyebrows in his sleep as you started pumping him slowly. You smirked, coming to the conclusion that your boyfriend, in fact, had morning wood. You shifted to get underneath the covers, darkness replacing your sight, causing you to take a few moments for your eyes to get used to the sudden darkness. You pumped your hand again, flattening your tongue against the base of his boxer covered shaft and trailing upward towards the tip. You listened to every sound he made, every sigh of pleasure and how his breath hitched in his sleep once your tongue was against him. You pulled his boxers down with your teeth, tossing them to the floor silently once they got to his ankles. You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking lightly, your tongue flattening against his slit. His sharp intake of breath further convinced you to go deeper, taking in as much as you could and pumping the rest of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth to pleasure him more. He whined, the sound sounded like music to your ears as you bobbed your head up and down slowly, relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose to take in more of him. Once you got to the base, his trimmed pubic hair ticked your nose and you pulled back lightly. You stopped and moaned around him as you felt his hand come to rest in your hair, massaging your scalp and pushing you back down.
“Y/N..” Taehyung sighed, his face scrunched up in pleasure at the sudden jolt of pleasure he felt when he woke up. He bucked his hips up into your throat, moaning loudly at the feeling of you bobbing your head faster and gently rubbing his balls in the palm of your hands.
“You’re so good, baby. Just like that – fuck” He moaned loudly, pulling the covers off over your head to get a better look of you sucking him off. You winced at the sudden brightness, your movements stuttering slightly. Taehyung rubbed his fingers against your scalp as a silent apology before pushing your head down and thrusting into your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, hands clutching and rubbing circles into the sides of his thighs. You made eye contact with Taehyung, moaning against him to further increase the pleasure.
“fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m c-“
His moans died down to whines as white, hot strings of cum went your throat. You pulled back up after you swallowed as much as you could, sucking on his tip and pumping his base to further milk him. He patted your head lightly, signaling you he was now too sensitive and to stop. Taehyung helped you back up until you were face to face to him, your covered chest laying against his bare one. You peered down at the boy beneath you, his bangs sticking to his sweat-covered forehead. He brought a hand to your neck, pulling you down into a soft, but passionate kiss.
“Ew, I can taste myself on you.” He said, face contouring into that of disgust.
“I don’t complain when you do that to me” You said, standing up and walking towards the bathroom to brush your teeth.