and natalia


I only really joined the band to make music, and now, I’m being held captive by a bastard bass player in an underwater submarine, being attacked by sodding pirates who are trying to take over this rotten piece of broken plastic in the ocean that Gorillaz call “home”. All this, just to make a video.

A Little Lesson in Mornings After

Authors’ Note: Happy Sunday, sensational readers!!! Hope that everyone had a wonderful weekend and that you enjoyed last night’s trip back in time with Rafael and Natalia!!! In keeping with that theme, join our two lovebirds again way back when. Specifically, it’s the morning after their first… well you know!!! And for anyone that’s interested, here’s two more blasts from the past, the big date leading up to the big night!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy!!!

        Rafael woke first. Not to sunlight pouring through his window but rather to the sound of a gentle rain smattering against the glass. Blinking hard for a few seconds, wondering where the fading vanilla scent came from, his eye caught the half-empty pizza box, and recollection slammed his senses at full force. He twisted quickly in the sheets to find Natalia still slumbering at his side, her honey-colored hair spilling over her silky shoulders, and the corners of her pale pink lips curled into the faintest of smiles. Not wanting to rouse her,  content to simply watch her sleep, he remembered touching her skin, the way her tongue tasted when mingled with his… the overwhelming sensation of expanding inside her until his body calmed and he did not, would not relinquish how it felt to be a part of her. He had watched her sleep then before chasing her into dreams, and he was careful now so as not to break the spell… even as he could not resist the urge to brush a few strands of fallen hair from her rosy cheeks.


           Damn! So much for keeping his fingers feather light. She started to stir, and Rafael inched back to his pillow, caught between wanting to hear her sweet voice and simply admire her sleeping form.

           But neither choice had anything on her eyes, her long lashes fluttering to reveal the light brown orbs so lovely. Holding his breath, he watched her face mirror his own most recent feelings, taking several seconds to understand her surroundings. She never flinched or scrunched her nose in confusion; she only focused on his stare, and he slowly saw her grin grow until she reached for his face.

           “Good morning, counselor,” she said, her smile intensifying with each syllable uttered. Rafael took her hand in his and let his own smile dot the tips of her fine nails, never leaving her eyes as he finally eased her to his chest.

           “Morning,” he started. “Did you sleep well?”

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Does anyone else think of Weston College Arc when they hear this song? 

Picture of Day: Behind the Scene Marvel Slingshot/ Ming-Na Wen and Natalia Cordova Buckley