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RA 31 DAY CHALLENGE - Day 18: A favourite quote about him.

Oh, yeah. He’s just the most generous guy on the planet. He really is. He’s not just the leader of men on screen, he’s a leader of men off screen. We would have followed him anywhere. He just has that way about him, where he encourages you to do your best. Yeah. Yeah, I trained with him in the gym a lot. He’s probably the strongest person I’ve ever trained with, just in terms of his mental… He will push himself above and beyond, and he did that every day on set as well. So, yeah, he’s… Most people would know that about anyway, but he is just one of those incredibly generous people.Jed Brophy  

“He’s about the least arrogant person you can wish to meet, very self-deprecating, and he’s always up for what you’re going to bring to the scene. I went to the gym with him once, and there was a few of us there, and we had to do these circuits around the gym with this insane, psychopath of a gym trainer, and I was busy dying about half way round. And I nearly did pass out, I genuinely nearly did, it was only a sports drink that stopped me from rolling on the floor. And Richard had sort of quietly completed the entire circuit with only slightly breaking a sweat; he sort of admitted he found it hard but what I really admired about that was that he wasn’t being macho, he wasn’t being butch, but he just quietly got on with it. And that’s kind of how he treated the 18 months on the job, really. All the trials and tribulations that inevitably come, which is the day-to-day making of a film, it’s tiring, you miss home, et cetera, but he was very stoical about it, which again is a great thing for Thorin. So there was a good marriage of Richard and Thorin there, and I enjoyed working with him very much. What I always think about Richard is that he is essentially a decent person, and I can offer someone no higher praise than that. He’s a good human being. I like being around him.” Martin Freeman 

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All around me are familiar faces


Worn out places, 

Worn out faces


Bright and early for their daily races


Going nowhere, 

Going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses


No expression, 

No expression


Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow


No tomorrow,

No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad


The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had


I find it hard to tell you,


I find it hard to take


When people run in circles it’s a very, very


Mad world, 

Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good


Happy birthday, happy birthday


And to feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, 

Sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous


No one knew me,

No one knew me


Hello teacher tell me, what’s my lesson?


Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny


I find it kind of sad


The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had


I find it hard to tell you,


I find it hard to take


When people run in circles it’s a very, very


Mad world,

Mad world,


Enlarging your world,

Mad world

Welcome to Night Vale: Come Dine With Me AU

5 citizens of Night Vale battle it out with fine dining to win a cash prize!

Cecil’s plan to make pulled pork has gone out of the window as the pig he was going to use literally jumped out of the window, shrieking in Russian as it went. Cecil meanwhile desperately tried to use his tentacles to get it back without his guests noticing.

Carlos has set his kitchen on fire. It seems that cooking was one experiment too far. He tried to speed up the cooking process using a flame thrower but didn’t know how explosive Night Vale flame throwers were. They really are the best you can buy!

Kevin’s home recipe of mystery pie has disagreed with the the guests as it was discovered the filling was Night Vale Community Radio’s former intern, Lisa. Carlos had to go home due to violent throwing up that followed.

John Peters, you know the farmer? Won over contestants with his imaginary corn. Although Cecil didn’t enjoy the evening as much as the others as he drunk some of John Peters own brand Orange Juice. He is currently flickering in and out of existence.

Earl has won by default as his creme brûlée has killed the other contestants, as all creme brûlée’s are poisonous.

I thought one of my friends was hella woke or even slightly woke (aware of social justice, systematic, and oppressive issues) as I’ve known her for years and then she went off to college and met a bunch of assholes that turned out to be even more racist than she was and she completely lost it. She fully and totally reverted. 

Now all she does is talk about her support of meninism/anti feminism and constantly changes #blacklivesmatter to #alllivesmatter and talks about how she literally values the American flag more than the lives of poc (she and her best friend tweeted that if poc “disrespect” the American flag and are upset with this country, they should wrap themselves in it and set themselves on fire. Nice.) and constantly makes tweets talking about how Black protesters are shit for not being “peaceful enough”. Like I’m actually super disappointed because I was really excited to see her this summer but now she’s seriously terrifying

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said: We used to free feed (before River got hypothyroidism). Honestly I really love feeding them at set meal times the best. I thought I preferred free feeding before but it’s nice being able to see who’s eating how much and they get excited for meals. :]

Yeah, I feel like set times are definitely the best! With him though, he’s really good at self-regulating and doesn’t eat too much to begin with (he eats a little after the meat, some in the morning for breakfast, and when he comes in after being outside/for breakfast) but I still feel like a set time is better. Besides, one of the only reasons we switched to free feeding (he used to be on set times as a puppy) was because he would stop eating and went like a week one time so hopefully this will keep him interested enough to actually eat it. I’m excited to see how he likes it :)

Though the only problem I have is knowing how much to give him? Because as I mentioned, he grazes throughout the day and usually takes a few days to finish a bowl so I’m really not sure. He’s large but not really active.

whoisthiswho asked:

Sorry if you're already been asked before, but what breed is Diamond? He's so beautiful! I hope he has good luck finding a permanent owner. :)

We are not entirely sure what breed mix Diamond is. His breeder claimed that he and Shentea were wolfdogs, but *surprise!* they are not. My best guess is German shepherd and husky, with a bit of Shiba Inu. One vet also suggested chow.

The recent potential adoption didn’t work out for him, unfortunately, so I’ve still got him here at the Mini-Farm with Shentea. We had high hopes, and the meet-and-greet went amazingly well. But he wasn’t a good match for the home, and that’s okay.

Until I get my new place, the rescue and I are planning to move Diamond and Shentea into a different home in our foster system - at least temporarily - until I get containment set up on the new property, which I hope to find and move into before September.

The reason for this is that I don’t think they will take well to the moving process, especially having to deal with strangers showing up to check out the house at random times throughout the day for weeks on end: I feel that it would stress them out far too much, and I don’t want to put them through that. I love these pups, and as much as I’d like to just keep them here for selfish reasons, I know that it’s not what’s best for them. Their needs come first.

Today was a good day. I had a good day at work and then I went for a run with the ward clerk that I’m doing a triathlon with this weekend. I was super scared about the run because I don’t run. ever. I detest running with every fibre of my being. The only time I run is after a frisbee and even then I do it less nowadays because of my knee. But we ran 4km, only walked 100m of it and did it in just over 26 minutes which isn’t bad for someone who never runs. I was pace setting and I was a good 20m in front of my friend for the last 2km.

And then I went to frisbee and played probably the best game I’ve played in a very long time. I handled but I also played up front in a 2-3-2 zone. I got so high to stalling their handlers out, I was stopping dumps and making up field throw difficult, so many risky shots thrown on stall 8 and 9. Not one of my throws went where I didn’t want it to go. They were all on point. There were a few that didn’t convert but they bounced off receiver chests or went through hands. I threw a full field back hand huck for a score, a hammer for a score, scored off a hammer and just generally played really well. It was great to play well for once :)

Oh and I booked top surgery for 17th of July!

The Haul, Part 1: The Trap

The sun was setting. The trap had been set. Every piece of the plan had been put into motion. A perfect job. A perfect haul. A perfect getaway. Four arcane concussion bombs. three on one ship, one on another. Telonia was beginning to realize just why her crew was one of the best. Each of her officers brought something unique to the ship. Something useful. Something extraordinary.

 
Saranella Stormgale, Chief Engineer was a demolitions expert. Before she had joined up with Telonia on Draenor, she oversaw the building of explosives in Warspear. And she never went without practice. I guess you could say it was her true passion.


Kazzoc Ironshot, the Weapons Officer was an eight foot tall tower of Draenor Blackrock Orcish muscle and fury. He was one of the only two crewmen who could operate the Queen’s Fury’s unique deck cannons as smoothly as he did. He was being transported to his execution when Telonia and her Bandit army attacked the convoy, slaying his captors, and freeing him. That moment, he swore his loyalty to the savage little elf.
Gurfran Salthorn, the ship’s Boatswain. A large, muscular Tauren, and experienced sailor. He was donated to the Queen’s Fury by Vrixine Darksprocket, herself. Formerly the Boatswain of one of Darksprocket’s merc ships, the “Thorn in the Arse”, he was more than happy to take a shot with another ship.


Finally, Dalliah. In life, Bloodsail Pirate Captain Dalliah Damnation. Formerly a demonic slave to Vrixine Darksprocket, until freed from her servitude in a gamble between Darksprocket, and Captain Sorrowleaf. The Succubus pledged her service to the Queen’s Fury as its new navigator, and First Mate. A position only offered to her, due to her incredible track record of piracy. An expert in seduction, and interrogation. Both being jobs that Telonia could take from her own shoulders.


The crew worked together like a well oiled machine, plundering and destroying to an extent that the ship and crew would be infamous. If not for the cunning of their captain. She plotted everything with the mind of an assassin, ensuring that there was never a way to tie evidence back. This job was no different. No survivors. Only profit. No mercy. Only indiscriminate bloodshed.


The Sea Harlot and her escort broke from Booty bay with no knowledge of their new cargo. Telonia and Dalliah had made sure to disguise it all, using small stealth-field generators. An incredibly ingenious plan. One bomb placed on each mast of the Harlot, and one directly beneath its helm. And one big one on the bottom of her gunboat escort. The fact that she had taken off perfectly on schedule gave away that they were blissfully unaware. Perfect.


The Queen’s Fury waited in a narrow cove for the ships to pass. The moment they did, all hell broke loose aboard them. Telonia, Sara, and Dalliah all stood near the bow to watch the fruits of their labors. With the push of a button, chaos erupted. The masts of the Harlot were shredded, the two massive wooden beams falling onto the gunboat escort. The helm platform was blown away, the wooden shrapnel shredding anyone nearby, leaving mangled bodies in its wake. 


Off her port-side, the gunboat had been torn apart by the large bomb placed on her keel. They would be dealt with later.


Reveling in the chaos, the Queen’s Fury loosed her sails, the wind catching them, and carrying them out of the cove, toward their prize. Things were about to get fun.


As they approached, Telonia wrapped the red scarf around her face, while shouting to her crew “MAN TH’ GUNS! CLEAR TH’ DECKS! LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!”

To be continued:

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notsimplydreaming asked:

Hey just wondering how did you manage to get VIP tickets? Thanks!

Let me tell you a little story of how I got vip+

I live one time zone from LA and we happen to be on the same time, my state doesn’t do daylights saving for some reason???

So I wake up at 8:00am and I had other alarms set but as soon as I was awake I couldn’t sleep anymore.

I was on my laptop and freaking out and around 9:00am I felt like throwing up I was so nervous.

Then at 9:50 the waiting room opened and I got in it on my laptop and on my desktop computer just to have more of a chance.

At about 10:03am I got into the ticket purchasing area and I check the vip+ box because obviously that is what I wanted. I clicked for vip+ for maybe 5 minutes and then I did best available

over and over

for over and hour

and I did not ONCE get ANY TICKET OPTIONS.

Distressed, I went onto tumblr looking to see if anybody was selling and I came across a post saying “Hey, this person on twitter is selling tickets for LA” so THANK GOD I HAVE A TWITTER I NEVER USE, I went to their twitter, messages them, and asked about the ticket.

They said they had a person wanting to buy both for $1200usd and she could sell me one ticket for $600 (triple the actual ticket price.

In that moment I saw that she was actually selling VIP+ and not just vip and I was basically like

And that is the story of how I got vip+ and how I’m going to met Bangtan and get to touch their hands and talk to them (probably just cry “hello”).

I have my ticket printed, but the person I bought it from is also mailing me the one they printed at the time of their purchase.

I still can’t believe it worked out this way….. I am going to met them…. I AM GOING TO MEET THEM…… I AM GOING TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH NAMJOON AND CONTACT WITH HIS PERFECT HANDS

So now I’m planning my outfit and I’m about to buy platform shoes because I’m short af and I wanna be able to see when I’m standing in the pit :D

- Admin B

Moving on?

Finn’s heart broke when Rachel told him she didn’t want to be with him, He got the impression she wanted him to move on, it was like she didn’t want them to be together. She said friends, which were okay, but he wanted more. So he moved into Sam and Arties place and he enjoyed it being around the guys and stuff. He would spend less time in the loft as he couldn’t face Rachel, he had also been set up on a few dates from his friend Mark who was his best freind in college and was in all his classes. 

One date went really well and he started to date a girl named Erica. It had been a couple of weeks since the whole thing with Rachel and he thought he was doing the right thing dating someone else, its what she wanted for him to move on.

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In the Flesh - First encounter

Kieren: Excuse me? You’re sitting on my grave.
Simon: That’s you? Sorry, didn’t realize you’re one of us, all that… on your face.

No better place to flirt with each other than an empty grave on a graveyard. Best pick-up line ever, Kieren Walker, you nailed it!
And yes, here we go, second set! Actually we went to a very old graveyard just to find a massive hole in the ground with warning tape all around it.

Simon: mi-caw-ber
Kieren: itsloki

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So Thursday night (9th April 2015), I went to the Lower Than Atlantis gig in Cardiff. I booked these tickets because PVRIS were supporting them and this band means everything to me. My friend came with me and as we got in there I had a panic attack and actually couldn’t stay in the building, so I took myself outside to calm and just couldn’t go back in. It got to 8pm and I was so angry at myself because I had missed PVRIS’ set. So it was about 9pm, and I was still outside waiting for my friend to come out when Lynn Gunn came out of the building to catch her lift to London! I couldn’t believe it! Lynn you’re an angel, I’m so grateful you took the time to speak to me! Your kind words and hugs have given me so much strength! A day that could have been one of the worst, turned out to be one of the best! I still can’t believe it! Thank you so much Lynn💚 lynngvnn thisispvris

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Sergio Ramos Post-Match-Interview After The Match Against Atletico Madrid | April 14th , 2015

“It isn’t only important for me. For any player, the Champions League brings an extra source of motivation because of the coverage it gets across the world. It changes you as a player. You come up against the best in Europe and, at the end of the day, that’s what sets you apart from being a regular player and being one of the best. In these matches, you see the true personality of every player and it brings out the best in each individual.

“My goal in the La Décima win will always be there, with that header in the last minute. But what’s most important for me is the team winning and playing as well as possible so that the Real Madrid supporters enjoy watching us play. Last year everything went perfectly, just as we wanted. I reached my peak level.”

Sherlock’s favorite part of their morning routine has always been watching John make breakfast. Before he would find excuses to be in the kitchen while John went through the motions of getting ready to start the day. Sometimes Sherlock had an experiment that needed tending, sometimes he used his petulant side to his advantage, but he would always position himself for the best view. Now, he doesn’t need an excuse as he watches his lover prepare breakfast. Sherlock watches unabashedly at the rise of the shirt, revealing the low dip at the base of John’s spine, as John reaches for an item Sherlock intentionally set just out of reach. He smiles at the soft sounds John’s bare feet make as he pads around the kitchen, humming to himself as he goes through his routine. John is of course aware of the undivided attention he has. It used to embarrass him, now he just ducks his head and grins at knowing.
Most mornings, Sherlock is able to resist the tug that smile does to him. But some mornings, like today, he can’t. Swiftly he rises from his chair and pulls the mug out of John’s hand, setting it on the counter with a loud thunk. John’s grin widens and he pulls Sherlock into a deep kiss, his hips on Sherlock’s waist. They spend unknown minutes lazily enjoying the feel of each other’s lips, slow kisses, lingering sighs, happily taking the moments in. There’s no case waiting, no need to rush. Eventually, John’s stomach rumbles, reminding them that, yes they do need to actually eat. John pulls back with a giggle and Sherlock smirks at him, before he returns to the table to enjoy his view.

HES

You walked in the door from the day care center where you worked with little kids all day. Because Harry was on break, he was home long before you were. “Hi baby!” You called into the apartment. You kicked your shoes off and set your bag down pulling the book out and tossing it on the couch where you would enjoy it in a few hours snuggled up to Harry while he played with your hair.

“Hi, kitten, how was your day?” He called from the bathroom.

“Good, how was your day?” You went to the kitchen starting to take things out to make a salad since Harry so kindly made dinner. You put the finishing vegetables in before mixing it all up and setting it on the table that Harry set.

Harry was talking about how he got together with the boys to write some more lyrics for the upcoming album. “I’m really excited, I think it’s some of our best work,” he said.

You smiled as you went to look for him. “I’m sure it is, you’ve never dropped the ball on–Harry,” you gasped tossing your hand over your mouth as you entered the bathroom in surprise at what you saw. “Oh my, God.”

He looked over at you and smiled shyly. “I’d kiss you hello, kitten, but…” he had green face mask goop all over his face.

“Harry, what are you doing?” You asked with a soft, surprised giggle.

He didn’t do it right…it was clumpy in some spots and bare in others. You grabbed a wash cloth and wiped his skin of the green goop and he sighed heavily. He wasn’t wearing anything but boxers and the room smelled like rubbing alcohol and face cleaner. “Um…” he said shyly. “I…my face breaks out a lot…” he mumbled. “And people notice,” he said with a frown. “So…it makes me self-conscious,” he said softly. “So I’m trying to fix it,” he mumbled. “Did I do it wrong?” He wondered.

You pouted. Harry was beautiful in every sense of the word. Everything he did was a reflection of his beautiful spirit. The way he presented himself, how caring he was, he was an angel and for him to think he wasn’t beautiful was heartbreaking to you. “Your skin is beautiful Harry,” you whispered very softly. “Just like every other part of your being is beautiful,” you told him. His hair was pulled back in a bun and you grabbed the bottle of face mask. “But I know how difficult it is to feel beautiful,” you said knowingly as you pulled your own hair back and then spread the green goop on his cheeks very gently. He closed his eyes as you lightly spread the mask across his skin. “So if this will help you feel better, then we’ll do it,” you said softly and then spread it across your own cheeks and the rest of your face. Harry couldn’t believe how sweet you were. You were gentle and lovely and always made him feel better.

“Is this why you wear make up?” He asked quietly while he watched you carefully spread the goop across your face. “Because it helps a little–makes you feel better about yourself?” He wondered.

You finished masking your face and then smiled softly at Harry with a press of your lips to his carefully so neither of your would eat the face mask. “Yes,” you nodded shyly.

He smirked softly and looked at your hands after you washed the mask off your fingers. He kissed your knuckles. “Then I guess, I’ll stop stealing your makeup,” he whispered gently. “Even though you really don’t need it.”

You snickered. “Thank you.”

He bit his lip and talked to you for a bit about your day and then you took the wash cloth off and slowly massaged his face of the mask. “There’s my sweet Har-bear,” you cooed. He chuckled and looked at his face in the mirror. It was a bit red from the rubbing, but it was softer and felt smoother.

“Thanks kitten,” he whispered and took the cloth from you and returned the favor of wiping your mask off. “You look gorgeous as always,” he said softly and pressed your lips on his. He sighed pressing his lips to your forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” you told him. “Just…” you sighed. “Is this what I sound like all the time? Insecure…even though I’m beautiful.”

“Did you just call yourself beautiful?” Harry said brightly.

“No,” you shook your head simply.

He pursed his lips. “Yeah…I guess.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry…”

“What?”

“It’s just…it’s ridiculous, I guess,” you said. “Because, you’re literally the most beautiful human being on the planet,” you told him softly and ran your hands up and down his arms before his hands caught yours. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed his knuckles gently. “And it sucks that some people don’t see that,” you whispered. “You’re literally perfect, Har-bear,” you said softly.

He bit his lip and cupped your face. “You’re the sweetest angel, my sweet kitten,” he said. “And you’re just as beautiful and I adore you so much, precious,” he cooed and pressed his lips to yours. “My sweet, lovely girl,” he murmured on your mouth.

You blushed and looked at the floor. “Do you want to put dinner on hold and just…take a bath or something?” you asked curiously.

He smiled excitedly. “An evening of pampering, I think we deserve it,” he said as he headed out to the kitchen to cover the food and turn the stove off. He returned to the bathroom to have you jump in his arms with just your underwear on. You nuzzled your face into his neck as he held you. “What, babe?” He laughed as he held you up and rubbed your back gently. He was so in love with you–how sweet you were. He adored you. You said all the right things and made him feel special when he didn’t feel that way.

“Nothing, just love you,” you shrugged and sighed against him and then rested your forehead on his. You gasped. “Harry, your forehead is so smooth and soft!” You said with a grin.

He chuckled against your lips and walked you over to the tub and dropped you in–bra and panties in all… He made a mess, the water spilling out the sides of the tub. He knelt down outside the tub as you glared at him playfully. “Thanks, kitten,” he whispered. “My beautiful, sweet, wonderful girlfriend put this weird smelling mask on my face and told me it would make my face soft,” he whispered.

“You should keep her–she sounds like a winner,” you said knowingly.

He snickered and pulled your chin toward him so he could kiss you gently. “Trust me,” he hummed. “I’m keeping her for a very long time,” he said knowingly and then pulled his boxers off and dunked into the water with you.

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Not everyone can say they saw 2 of their favorite bands three times in one week and went to fucking disneyland with one of the members of one of those bands. I’m over the moon right now.  These guys care so much for their fans.  I can’t believe I got to see all of them three times. Jared was sweet enough to give me his set list. Nico is one of the best people on this planet and I still don’t believe I casually just went to Disneyland with him. Pat put up with my shit while I made him princess pose.  Kennedy and I shared a very emotional moment. Garrett is the funniest guy ever and shreds on bass.  Tim is the best fucking band manager around.  And then there’s John O’Callaghan.  that man means so much to me and is one of the nicest and most talented people to ever exist.   I love The Maine and The Technicolors so much.

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“Everyone back on set, i repeat back on set.”

It’s not easy being an actress, with all the cameras and lights flashing around you. Yes this was my dream but, I never realized just how stressful it was going to be. No matter where you went you’d always get stopped by papparazzi and it wasn’t the greatest thing ever.

But now here I was, starring in my first ever lead role and I was more than excited. There was just something that wasn’t going to be great. Since my co-star was some big time Disney star, it was hard since he was such a drama queen. But since I had to kiss him in front of Luke, that was hell.

Luke Hemmings is the best boyfriend any girl or guy can actually ask for. Sweet and sensative is what best described him too. He was perfection to me and I loved him dearly, but with this kiss, things were going to get rocky.

As the scene started, I was reciting my lines, seeing Luke off behind the cameras smiling and so happy that I was doing a great job, but things took a turn for the worst when the guy leaned in for the kiss. The scene was basically him telling me he hated me and me doing the same then we kiss. typical. But I could sense Luke’s eyes burning into me.

When the director yelled cut, we moved back and I went over to Luke, but only to have him shrug me off, leaving to go to catering. I knew just how pissed he was and how he wasn’t going to talk to me. After that, I didn’t want to continue the movie.

—–

I had just gotten back into the house. Luke was still mad at me when we came home so I decided to take a walk. We’d been dating for a while now, but this was the first big thing that has jeopardized it. I was in the kitchen getting a GLASS of water when I heard his footsteps behind me.

“Where the hell did you go?”

I didn’t have to be facing him to know that he was wearing his black snapback backwards and a black shirt, his mouth set in a hard line and eyebrows furrowed.

“Out,” I replied coolly while raising the GLASS to my lips. 

“What’s it matter to you?”

I instantly felt Luke’s chest pressed against my back. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled slightly, bringing his big soft lips right to the shell of my ear. I remembered the first time I met him and how I noticed he had the most beautiful lips ever.

“What’d I tell you about watching the way you talk to me, hm?,” he murmured angrily. 

I silently watched him trail one of his arms down my stomach, his hand dipping into the front of my shorts. Luke let go of my hair as I whimpered quietly, my head falling back against his shoulder as he used one hand to rub slow circles around my clothed clit and the other to roughly massage my breasts.

“You think you can talk to me however you want don’t you?,” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He CONTINUED as he nibbled at my neck. He pushed my underwear aside and stroked the length of my throbbing core.

“You like it when I’m rough huh?” I could feel the smirk on his lips while he planted wet kisses up my neck, grinding his hips into me.

He pulled his hands out of my shorts and turned me around to face him, my eyes heavy from the pleasure I was receiving. He quickly pulled me into his chest and slapped my butt once before roughly squeezing it.

“Get in bed,” he commanded.

I tried to stay mad at him as I left the kitchen, swinging my hips extra hard for his viewing pleasure. I knew Luke was an ass man, and I knew he was leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, eyebrows knit together, and eyes zeroed in on my butt. I must have been walking too slowly because Luke was behind me AGAIN moments later, pinching my bum before whispering. 

“Hurry the hell up love. I haven’t got all day,” his thick aussie accent RINGING IN MY EARS.

Once we got into our room, I decided to be mad at Luke again. Who did he think he was anyways? He definitely wasn’t the boss of me. I stood by the bed, one hip popping to the side as I crossed my arms and gave Luke a dirty look. He noticed my change in attitude and strode over to me, grabbing my chin harshly between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t act like you don’t want me,” he sneered before kissing my roughly. I moaned and kissed him back, nothing but tongue and teeth.

I trailed one hand up to his growing quiff and the other down to his sweat pants, palming his now hardening member. Luke growled into our kiss, biting my bottom lip before shoving me backwards onto the bed, hard.  I squealed in excitement and surprise and looked up at Luke, giving him a seductive smirk. He stood above me now in nothing but his boxers.

“What should your punishment be hm?”

I didn’t say anything as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Get over here,” he demanded, pointing to the ground in front his spreaded legs.

I sighed, frustrated because I just wanted him inside me ALREADY and I was getting sick of his teasing. He heard and gave me a stern look. I knew better than to mess with now, so I scrambled to the floor and got down on my knees.

“Suck,” he ordered. 

I took his cock in my hand and licked up its length once before taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I wasn’t in the mood for teasing, plus I knew it would only prolong my punishment.

I bobbed my head up and down fast, moaning around his cock. Luke groaned at the vibrations, his hands pulling the rubber band that tied my hair together off. He grabbed a fistful of my locks, eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Fuck yeah, keep going.” His voice was throaty and rough, heavy with pleasure.

He bucked his hips up sending his cock further into my mouth, the head of his member hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Luke bucked once more before slowly pulling me off his length by my hair, my spit and his pre-cum covering his cock and coming out of my mouth and down my chin.

I looked up at Luke and smirked. He was taking in THE IMAGE before him in awe; he loved when I gave him sloppy blow jobs. An animal like noise escaped from his throat.

“Get on the bed and lay on your stomach.” I stood and stripped out of my shorts and shirt. I laid on the bed with my head to the side on the cool pillow. I felt Luke’s lips at my ear. 

“Ass up,” he whispered.

I raised my bum in the air, my chest still on the bed as I felt Luke on his knees behind me, massaging my cheeks roughly before pulling my soaked underwear down to my knees.

“You’ve been doing a good job of listening right now, but it doesn’t change what you did earlier.”

His hand landed flat on my rear and I yelped in surprise. I hurt but it felt good. I looked back at Luke and let out a small laugh, a grin plastered on my face. I knew it’d piss him off, make him think the slap wasn’t hard enough. And I was right. He looked absolutely furious as he brought his hand down again, much harder this time. All traces of little PUPPY Luke were gone and I mentally rejoiced. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and whimper as I reared my ass into his hands and crotch, desperate for more CONTACT. 

“You like that don’t you?” he questioned seductively. I whimpered again and nodded. 

“Are you going to LISTEN to me more now?” he asked angrily, slapping my left cheek this time. I couldn’t say anything, pleasure taking over my ability to form words.

“Are you?” he shouted and slapped my bum again.

“Yeah baby I’ll listen,” I sighed content.

“Good now take off your bra and get in your hands too,” Luke ordered. I did as he said and waited impatiently for him on all fours to fuck me already.

I felt him line his cock up with my entrance and grab my hips, hard. He thrusted into me without warning, making us both groan loudly. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he CONTINUED to pound into me, his thick cock filling me completely, his thighs slapping against the back of my own.

The head of his length hit my g spot with every thrust as he brought on hand around to my clit, rubbing in slow firm circles, making me cry out and my arms weaken. We were both moaning and panting each other’s names when Luke noticed my arms wobbling. He grabbed my hair again and pulled, leaning forward over my back, I could feel the sweat forming on his chest and stomach.

“Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” he growled into my ear. I didn’t respond,he knew dirty talk was my weakness.

“Hm baby? Are you going to listen and cum around my cock?” He rubbed my clit even faster and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was almost at my high when Luke suddenly pulled out and laid on the bed beside me.

“What the fuck Luke?!” I shouted angrily as I slapped his chest. I was still on my hands and knees waiting for his next move.

“Ride me, I want to see those tits bounce.”

I decided now was the time to pay Luke back for all the teasing, so I slowly slid onto his thick length and bounced up and down at an almost unbearably slow pace.

“Quit fucking teasing!,” he yelled angrily. 

I started to laugh but stopped when he gripped my hips suddenly and started ramming into me, brushing my g spot over and over and over again. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as he thumbed my clit in fast circles.

“Luke, god I’m going to cum,” I whimpered.

“Good baby, cum on my cock,” he demanded. 

“You like how my dick feels inside that tight pussy of yours don’t you?,”  Luke prodded.

“Mhm,” I nodded, my voice was small and pathetic sounding but I didn’t care, I was so close.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he said underneath me, thrusting up even deeper and rubbing on my clit harder.

With those words I hit my high, my orgasm rippling through my body from head to toe. My walls clenched around him.

“Luke,fuck….” I sighed repeatedly as he CONTINUED to fuck me through my climax. 

I felt warm and happy, my body was tingling everywhere and I saw nothing but white as the pleasure course through my veins. A few more thrusts and Luke hit his high as well, emptying himself inside me, my name and a slew of curse words leaving his lips. His cock twitched and his thrusts became SLOW and sloppy.

When I was sure he was done, I leaned down and kissed him before rolling off and onto the bed beside him. I draped my arm and leg around his body as he stretched an arm out to the side for me to rest my head on. I admired the way our skin looked together. I laid my head on his chest and LISTENED to his heartbeat underneath me.

“I’m sorry, about earlier.” 

“don’t be, I shouldn’t have gotten jealous. I didn’t mean to. It’s just, I have this fear of losing you and I thought you were slipping through my fingers.”

“Luke, you’re never going to lose me. That’s a promise babe.”

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4

Weekend in Austin.

My favorite friendships are the kind where you can pick back up where you left off, no matter how much time has passed. Our friend Mike was in town from NY last weekend. Mani and Mike met while studying abroad together in Prague during college. Even though they went to different universities (UT and UVA) and settled in different states, they stayed friends through the years and were groomsmen at each other’s weddings.

We met Mike’s little girls for the first time on Saturday. The oldest one exclaimed, “It’s a REAL princess!” when she saw me. Which is probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. You’re alright by me, kid. 👑 Afterwards, we wandered around 6th Street and caught up and ate some of the best bratwurst I’ve ever had.

After watching the Liverpool match downtown on Sunday, we got coffee at Spider House before setting off for Houston. Things are a-changing at my agency. According to my union, the agency is moving toward making my job fully remote. Which opens up the possibility of us moving. We’ve always loved Austin, and Mani has a lot of work contacts in the area. We toyed with the idea over coffee and looked up Austin homes for sale out of curiosity.

And damn, y'all, is buying in and around downtown Austin so much more affordable than buying inside the loop here in Houston. In the three years since we bought our townhouse, we have been priced out of our own neighborhood. (But hey, if any of you have half a million dollars laying around so I can buy a bungalow in my neighborhood, I will gladly take it.)

We drove around East Austin and checked out an open house for fun. The house we saw would easily be double the price in the Montrose or Heights areas of Houston. I’m just dreaming now of course since nothing is set in stone, but if we moved, it would be so nice to have a “real” house with a real garden and to live in a truly progressive city with so much natural beauty and to let the full extent of our inner hippie socialism roam free.

I’ve been thinking, I’m really grateful for our current home and work situations and don’t want to come across as if I’m shitting on either of those things. But I’m also grateful that we finally have some stability in our lives. There was a lot of uncertainty for us during law school, with the economy being in the crapper. Houston was one of the few places in the country where you could safely place your bets on finding a law job. And for me, if I wanted a federal gig, I was doubly limited to Houston (or Dallas). Austin wasn’t even on the radar for those reasons, owing to its tiny little legal market.

Tl;dr I feel like we have finally found our niches career-wise, the dust has settled, and we are not infant lawyers anymore. (We have since graduated to toddler lawyer status). I am happy about these things. Maybe this whole ‘moving to Austin’ daydream is just that, but I’m happy we have options now. Options are good things, and I am excited by what the future has in store for us.

After work, she supposed going to the Spring Festival would be a good idea. Get lost in the sea of people, eat some popcorn and just have fun was definitely the best distraction for a dull day. With popcorn in hand, she looked around the Navy Pier. The atmosphere was filled with happy laughs, screams coming from the rides and people chattering. It was great. A set of games caught her attention and she stood watching as one of the carousels went round and round. She so wanted to ride it.