dripping in luxury

Sunny Days-chapter 11

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Honeymoon period begins

Warnings- fluff and smut. Spanking, Masturbation, Sex, Vibrator, Squirting. Yeah, it’s a dirty chapter.

Word Count- about 4.3k

Author’s Note- Yeah, I meant to move the plot forward and it doesn’t seem like that’s really happening but this sets up how Negan is going to try and keep Sunny occupied and distracted from leaving the room. This was not as proofread as usual, because I wanted to get it out asap.

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Sunny slowly opened her eyes and snapped them back shut against the bright light that assaulted her vision.

Why are the freaking lights on? Who does that?

She sat up rubbing her eyelids with her palms and tried again. Her eyes adjusted and focused on her new surroundings. Her hands flew to her mouth, smothering her gasp. She sat alone in a beautiful king sized bed with the softest silkiest sheets she’d ever felt. There was luxury dripping off everything in the room. She had never seen, let alone been in a room as beautiful as this one. She was almost afraid to touch anything.

She threw off the downy comforter eager to explore. Goosebumps raised along her bare legs and arms. Looking down, she saw she was clad only in a pink satin slip with black lace that hung low on the tops of her breasts from two spaghetti straps. Her back was completely exposed. The hem reached the tops of her thighs and two slits on either side worked their way up to her hips. Apparently, no panties had been provided. Moving to slide off the tall bed, she looked down and saw two kitten heel slippers with black feathery fluff.

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Aesthetics & Sensations Of Being In Love With The Signs (Scorpio P.O.V)

Aries: Wildfire. A haphazard flame flickering in the night, consuming the sky with a bright orange glow. Drum beats as intense as the stutter in my chest. Staring at eyes that dance like wildfire. Toothy grins. Running, gravel crunching beneath our boots. Our laughter mingling and echoing throughout the earth. Burning cities. Warmth. Exchanged mischievous glances. Clashing teeth and swollen lipped kisses. The skies lit up in flickering ash. Resting my head on your shoulder. Warmth in my chest. Watching the flames swallow the city. Hot skin against hot skin. Playful teasing. Knowing we look great together. Your fingers brushing against my neck. Biting my lip when you look at me. Knowing we can build bridges and burn them together. 

Taurus: Soft and slow. Waking up to white sheets. Being engulfed in warm arms. Stretching right once I wake up. The feeling of crisp cold water going down my throat. Safety. Breathing in fresh air. Sweet forehead kisses. Light pockets of warmth spreading through my chest. Receiving gifts. The creak of an open door. Holding hands and running through crowds. Sweet smiles. The crunch of twigs beneath my feet. Morning fog covering trees that meet the sky. The sweet aroma of cookies fresh from the oven. Indulging in each other. Dim lights of a plane. Pushing up the armrest that separates us. Resting against you as the pilot tells us there are nine hours left on the flight. Watching you doze off in a heartbeat. The itchy complimentary blanket. Knowing my home is wherever you go. 

Gemini: Surprise. Excitement in uneasiness. Looking into an abyss. The pull into darkness. Adrenaline rushes. Jumping off a cliff into bright blue waters. Wind blowing at my face. Unexpected hugs and hand holding. Shoulders brushing. Driving fast. Laughter lost in the wind. Playful teasing. Coy smiles. Dizzy, zig zagged walking as our arms are wrapped around each other. Falling in grass and laughing. Eccentric humor. Surprise kisses. The nervousness that comes from trying something new. Blushes that sweep my cheeks. Feeling unnerved but in a good way. Bright stars in a black sky. Walking on tip-toes. Balancing on a tightrope. A never ending mystery. Serendipitous moments everyday.

Cancer: Crawling into bed after a long, terrible day. Arms that wrap around me, pulling me in. Comfort. The smell and feel of fresh laundry. Sweet “hushing” sounds and the words, “It’s okay. I’m here.” Kisses at the crease between my eyebrows. The feeling after a good cry. The sound of rain pattering against the window. Steam from microwavable noodles. Warm fuzzy socks. Snuggling and cuddling. Goosebumps. Your hot breath against my skin. The sparkle of firecrackers. Warmth and tingles at my toes. Movie nights. Arms wrapping around me when my back is turned to you. You burying your face in my shoulder. Watching your chest rise slowly with each sleeping breath. Unexpected compliments. Tenderness. Hushed giggles in the dead of night. Feeling anchored. Fingers brushing against skin as the other dozes off. Shy knowing smiles. Eternal comfort. 

Leo: Warmth. The one that leaves me speechless. Tingles running throughout my entire body. Sunsets. Excitement. Flaming pink skies that taint our skin the same color. Soft goosebumps. My motivator. My playful competitor. Words that give me meaning. That push me to do better. Chilly nights. Forrest fires that we set aflame just to give each other warmth. Bringing the world to ashes. Mischievous adventures. The taunt of a challenge. Long, steamy kisses in the back seat of your truck. Late night pranks. Riding on motorcycles. Driving around at night. Dressing in all black. Looking like a pair that could cut like a knife. Your movement like the flickering of a fire. Bright. Lively. Dangerous. Consuming everything in it’s wake. Knowing that if you wanted light, I’d gladly set myself on fire. 

Virgo: Home. A stable heartbeat. A bouquet of flowers. Vivid colors. Cloudy skies. Warm tea. Good advice. Silly inside jokes. My ear pressed against your chest. Cooking for each other. Chivalry. Respect. Mannerisms. Reassuring squeezes. Hot unwinding baths. Light at the end of a tunnel. Your mind balancing out my heart. Arms pulling me back from a fight. Words of reason. Your hands bandaging up my wounds. Wiping away tears. Your fingers brushing hair out of my face. Soft jaw kisses. The faint brush of lips. Warm embraces. Capturing moments in photographs. Sentimental gifts. Being truly cared about. Catching each other stealing glimpses at one another. Surprising hidden passions. You opening up more and more each day. The fluttering feeling in my stomach. Hands around waists. Fairy lights and sweet blushing. Planning trips together. Being spoiled silly. Knowing I can always go to you. A steady anchor in the sea of my unyielding emotions. 

Libra: Charmed. My breath catching in my throat. Soaking in each and every pronounced syllable you speak. Feeling entranced. Being put under a spell. Feeling swept off of my feet. Insightful debates. Admiration beaming through my features. Learning new things. The feeling of being on the edge of a new discovery. Being unable to peel my eyes away from yours. The feeling of being taken off guard. Watching your lips. Unexpected compliments. Extravagant baked goods. Sweet syrup dripping on my tongue. Rich, luxurious, exotic tastes. The smell of spices. Trust. Soft whispering. Organization. Traveling the world. Art museums. Your hand holding on side of the map, my hand holding the other. Choosing where to go next together. Expensive hotels. Couple mirror selfies. Steamy bubble baths. Perfect symmetry. The bright sun peaking through heavy curtains. Waking up engulfed in warmth. Hands around waist. Soft, slow, passionate kisses with our lips twisted into smiles. Gasping for breath. Deliberate slowness. The luxury of your skin on mine. Messy hair. One sock up, one sock down. Inside jokes. Sketchbooks and journals. Your life a way of art. Sickly sweet perfumes. Witty humor. Laughing out loud. Never ending intrigue. Knowing smirks. Aesthetic beauty. Calculated teasing. Dust softly floating in the air. Soft velvet. The distant sounds of harps. Golds and silvers. Sparkling watches and glittering jewelry. The feeling of ivory piano keys beneath my fingers. Elegant attire. Shimmering chandeliers. Smears of people in a brilliant dining hall. Fresh clean air in a balcony. You devoted attention even though the world is before us. Champagne bubbling down my throat. Watching the stars. Your warmth radiating at my side. Feeling like the finest out of the finer things in life. 

Scorpio: Comfort in darkness. A city coming alive in the dead of night. The outlet seat at a coffee shop. Vanilla entering my lungs. Surprising affection. Mischievous half smirks. Licking lips. The creak of floorboards. Buzzings in my ear. Heavy breathing. Hot and fast. The ripping of fabric. Being pressed against a wall. Intense, feverish kisses. Hot skin against hot skin. Laying in bed intertwined. Your breath against my face. Intense eyes. Forgetting the world. Things passing in the blink of an eye. Catching my breath. Letting all your secrets come out. Reading in an empty library. Instant text replies. Conversations that last hours. Running your hands through my hair. New ideas.The smell of lavenders. Deep rumbles of laughter. Warmth spreading throughout my body. Being cared about by someone who otherwise cares for no one. Spooning. The sound of thunder. Trying new things. The mysterious abyss of the ocean. The wild winds in a storm. Driving fast through an empty freeway. Still, silent nights. The feeling of starting a new book. Closeness. Comfort food. Running into the darkness. Inside jokes. Impulsive decisions. Thinking with the heart. Being allowed to vent. To stress cry. Free of judgement. Being able to let down walls. Newly found optimism. The eternal reassurance of faithfulness. 

Sagittarius: Adventure. My heart thumping in my chest. My breath being caught in my throat. The smell of exotic spices. Late night road trips. Stargazing on roofs. The world freezing to watch you smile. Bright, full on grins that light up the room. Watching you instead of the stars. Your animated voice, warm and passionate, filling the night. A warm smile spreading across my lips. Driving without direction. Last minute route changes. Sweaty palms and eager eyes. Discovery. Secret hideouts. Lake water up to my knees. The sun glistening against the lake. Water dripping from your hair. Cold crisp water splashing against my face. Dancing in the rain with bare feet. Our own storybook unfolding. Loud, breathless laughter. Fresh take out food. Chasing each other in circles. Spontaneous road trips. Running and never looking back. Biking downhill with your feet off the pedals. Flirtatious neck kisses. Playful bickering. Your lips on my jaw. The nibble of teeth against skin. Being made lunch by surprise. The warm sun against my skin. Butterflies in my stomach. Leaps of faith. Cute little notes. The unexpected quiet moments. Your breath against my skin. Your surprisingly sweet affection. Arms that wrap around me like you never want to let go. You, telling me I’m the one. You, telling me you want to see the world with me. Knowing I could be anywhere with you and always feel safe. A never ending adventure.

Capricorn: Equals. Looking sharp. Hard edges. Expensive cars. Champagne bubbling down my throat. Expensive fabrics against my skin. Power, motivation, passion. An unstoppable union. Closeness without touching. Exchanged glances, a silent conversation. Knowing eyes, keen. Your hand pressed against my back. Whispered words. All eyes on us. Reassuring squeezes. The glimmer of chandeliers in warmly lit marble rooms. Warmth sweeping through my body. Intimacy waiting to be unraveled. Letting loose behind closed doors. Telling someone your problems for once. Amazing back massages. Newly found knowledge. Long conversations. Legs intertwining in bed. Slow, steamy kisses. Finding the other fallen asleep at their desk. A warm blanket wrapping around shoulders. Foggy reading glasses. The aroma of warm home made coffee. Misty mornings. Bringing each other food. Foggy windows. Dew on leaves. Fresh air. Early hikes. Pressing your thumb against your lip. Messy journals. The shutter of a camera. Trust. Knowing you level each other out. Cold mornings on top of a hill. Glistening lake water. The warmth of your side pressed against my own. Exchanging body heat. Tattered blankets wrapped around our shoulders. The sweet chirp of birds. Secrets only we know. The first breath of sunrise.

Aquarius: Ease. A love that sneaks up on me. Whispered jokes during class. Board games. Potted cacti. The feeling of grass in between my fingers. Singing loudly and obnoxiously to the music in your car. Conversations that go on forever. Inside jokes. Rolling the windows down. The wind in my hair. The feeling of, “where have you been my whole life?” Being able to say anything without judgement. Being taken care of for once. The crunch of salad between my teeth. The sun on your face. Ease in a crowded room. Feeling relaxed. Blue skies. Letting my guard down. Playing with your hair. Summers that last forever. The sudden realization that I’ve fallen in love. Watching them as if the world has gone in slow motion. Exchanged smirks when something funny happens. Prank calls and secret handshakes. Music festivals. Sweaty palms. Me, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. Our laughter mingling in the air. The swift movement of you pressing your lips to mine. Surprise, my smile dropping from my face. My body tensing and freezing. My eyes closing and me kissing you back. Being swallowed by a pool of relaxed nerves all over again. Feeling right. Teeth clashing when we begin to laugh again. My heart thumping loud in my chest. Bright, eager eyes. My lips tingling. Learning a new dance together. Making vines. Nudging shoulders. Shaking heads in good humor. Finally understanding why people marry their best friends. 

Pisces: Coziness. Looking out for someone. Warm hugs. Mutual protection. Resting head on the other’s lap. Cute, upside down kisses. Blowing bubbles. Being pushed in a shopping cart. Milk tea. Colorful straws. Pastel skies. The feel of warm sheets fresh from the dryer and the smell laundry detergent. Lavender gardens. Glitter. Pink rose petals against my fingertips. Painting on each other’s bodies. Goosebumps when you touch me. Tracing the lines of your limbs. Cracked paint. Holding hands. Adorable grins and blushes that sweep cheeks. Dressing up as ghosts and walking around grocery stores at night. Getting breakfast together. Accidentally pouring too much syrup. Driving and watching the sunrise. You, blowing air into my ear. Tickling each other. Fairy lights. Our laughter ringing in the air. Floor mattresses. Spinning together. Singing on the top of our lungs. The color blue. Chlorinated pools and wide open oceans. The softness and subtleties of life. Falling in love with simplicity. 


Finally getting around to doing a follow-up of this post, and putting some detail shots in of my winning costume, as well as writing some details. 

My main inspiration for this look came from my love of mythology. The character is a completely original design, and is modeled from the Greek ‘Nyx’, the personification of the night. When designing this garment, I wanted it to have an ethereal, majestic feel, an otherworldly essence dripping with luxury and an awe-inspiring presence.

The dress is made from 100% silk satin, which was dyed from a peacock-blue ‘Royal’ to a more midnight-blue colour (more accurately shown in this picture) - it sounds completely pretentious to say, but the ‘Royal’ blue colour was too blue, and the ‘Navy’ was too black, so I had to find a colour I was happy with. The dress is hand-draped in a fluted column shape, backless and coming from the neck as a halter clasp. Gathered at the waist, it then falls open at the hips in a series of drapes, which is closed at the back with a back slit, allowing for movement.

The neck-piece is a wire construction soldered and shaped by hand, wrapped in gold organza and then covered and hand-sewn with glitter netting, its circular shape resembling that of a golden halo. French guipure lace was hand-dyed into a golden colour and then stitched on, decorated with imitation pearls and sequins to catch the light and give it a resplendent finish. The lace continues onto the collar, where scalloped lace (also similarly dyed) was sized with hat stiffener to keep its particular shape, but retain its fabric texture. The neck-piece closes using gold eyelets at the front and cotton tape, whose ends are then tucked inside the collar of the dress. The ends of the scallops are decorated with loops of gold chain, which are echoed into the 3-part neck brooch in the centre to hide the eyelet lacing.

The cape is attached to the inside of the neck-piece just above the shoulder-blades, and is made of a brushed Japanese satin to resemble the texture of the moon’s surface. Inspired by shot marble, I hand-textured the cape by foiling it intermittently with gold, inside and out. The cape attached to the model by being sewn to gold cuffs.

The belt is assembled together using a variety of jewelry findings, metal filigree and rhinestones wired and soldered together, as well as gold chain and faceted gemstones, including faux moonstones. It is sewn onto the waistband by hand, with the same beaded lace as the neck-piece continuing its flourish across the waist. The long, dangling chain at the front, inspired by Medieval girdles, continues the theme of the night sky by using the same moon pendant, tapering off into a double-sided brooch (matching the one at the neck). It is attached to the draped front of the skirt using a swing-catch to avoid too much movement.

Similarly to the belt, the circlet is also assembled together with assorted jewelry, gemstones and chain, hand-wired and soldered onto a metal frame. The theme is continued with the matching crescent moon pendant affixed to the center.

The gown is embellished with 7,500 rhinestones, in 2mm, 5mm and 9mm sizes. A few scatter at the neckline, but the majority are at the bottom of the hem, continuing upwards into a scattering gradient to simulate glittering stars.

The entire garment, from start to finish, took me a little over 7 weeks to create by hand. I suffered a lot of setbacks in realizing my design, including (but not limited to) the wrong shoe being ordered for my model to wear at the fashion parade, having to order more fabric and re-dye it (praying to match the original dye colour) due to a cutting error at the suppliers, and losing an entire week of work due to coming down with the Dreaded Lurgy - not to mention only being able to work on this garment outside of my 40-contact hours of school (plus homework) a week.

However, I’m pretty proud of my garment, and the fact that it won its category has me feeling immensely chuffed.

(ENORMOUS thanks to archadianskies, who suffered listened to my plights during its construction and offered advice along the way - you’re the best fashun friend ever!)

so like your guess is as good as mine when it comes to what this is. Again it’s kinda different, kinda ceo!Luke and I kinda don’t hate it.

You worked hard to keep your cool, eyes scanning the passing scenery, trying to let the occasional flash of bright light that cut through the darkness soothe you. You had to remain calm otherwise your father, sitting next to you in the back of the chauffeur driven car, would see through you in no time. And you couldn’t have that. As the car slowed to a smooth stop, you took a deep breath, getting your head in the right space for what you were about to do.

Years of being trained on how to exit cars gracefully came into play as you followed your Father, managing to keep your dignity from being stolen by the constant bright flashes, the press obviously having been alerted that two members of one of the most powerful families, and businesses, would be at the club belonging to another of the city’s most successful citizens tonight.

This one, however, was significantly younger than your CEO Father despite having power and wealth to rival his. Both men were smart, obviously given their status, and had met long ago - knowing how useful it was to keep your biggest competitors in your good graces. Not that this meant they were friends, every time they interacted there was an undercurrent of tension. Neither got to where they were today by being nice to everyone and that attitude ran so deep in them both you’d argue it was probably ingrained in their DNA. But tonight was just a friendly visit, for your Father - who also happened to be your boss at the multi-million family business - anyways. For a change it was you that had come with the agenda, having no issue with recommending you both pay Luke a visit, stressing the importance of nurturing valuable alliances.

The loud music washed over you as soon as you were ushered inside the club, not even bothering to glance in the direction of the queue that stretched along the block knowing no one would dare kick up a fuss about you gaining instant entry. People like you that carried weighty names like yours didn’t wait. Nor did they mix with those that weren’t on their level, again there being no question about where you were headed as two large men dressed in black led you up a staircase and away from the packed, sweaty sea of people below. This wasn’t your first visit to the club in any sense, you’d come here purely for pleasure on several occasions - Luke was no idiot and he hadn’t amassed his riches from owning half-assed hole in the walls, the place was dripping in exclusive luxury. And it rubbed off on everyone who entered, regardless of where they came from for the hours they spent there they were able to experience what it was like living as the other half. But you didn’t have to queue for hours and pay an extortionate fee to get in here, which was why you were being lead to the balcony reserved purely for the owner and his personal guests. That’s where you belonged.

His eyes were on you as soon as you took the last dainty step, trailing his gaze slowly from the tip of your sky-high shoes all the way up to where your hair sat in a sleek bun atop your head, drinking in every inch of you. He smirked from where he sat comfortably on a large couch, expensive bottles lining the table in front of him, associates and scantily clad girls crowded around him. However as you and your Dad approached he cleared them out with a wave of his hand, just his security remaining. You paid no attention to the jealous glares that were being shot at you from every angle from the ladies he’d just dismissed, walking as confidently as always, the fact that you knew they had nothing on you making him grin in approval. Equally he managed retain a cool exterior as he caught a few of his business friends rake their eyes over you - knowing exactly what companies he’d be pulling his investments from come tomorrow morning.

While his business relationship with your Dad had reaped countless benefits for him, they were nothing compared to the benefits he’d received from his secret relations with you. You’d met several times, you being the deputy at the company and so being at many of the meetings he was at, both of you finding it difficult to focus on the figures being thrown around, hyperaware of the other’s presence from the very first introduction. It was inevitable really. You were both similar ages, attractive and accustomed to the same kind of lifestyle with neither of you having time to be tied down in a relationship. Not to mention the possible blow his investments in the business world - and most likely his pretty face, too - would take if one of his most valuable friends found out he was banging his daughter. But the risks involved combined with all the aforementioned factors, plus a generous helping of the allure of two people in power in such a fast paced, cut throat profession made it far too enticing for either of you to resist. None of it was ever planned, no pressure being put on either of you to feel anything. They were merely secret trysts, spontaneously dragging the other into deserted offices or conference rooms and allowing the overpowering lust to take over.

And now you were here, wearing a dress that made his head spin and looking immaculate as always, on his turf for once. But this time accompanied by the one person that made your game that little bit more difficult, although he had to admit that he was excited for the challenge. Except you weren’t here for that this time. You were going to try something far riskier.

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Adventures in rockportRaspberries on a sunny fall day [More Massachusetts

Sweet, juicy, and dripping with the luxury of time spent under the slanting golden rays of the seaside sun. A box of raspberries capped my American experience: once here, in Rockport, when raspberries were still a decadent treat for a girl from Thailand, and once again five months later as I sat on my bed brimming with happiness on my birthday, the red raspberries like jewels on my soft white blanket, when my mother all the way in Thailand had found someone in Boston to deliver me my favourite fruit. 

I still remember the call I got at around 10PM at night, and I was sitting in my pyjamas about to go to bed when my mother’s friend told me to run down to meet her at the gate. And I walked out in the softly falling snow in my slippers, silk pyjamas and jacket, and received three mysterious plastic bags before I ran back inside. The bags were filled with beautiful, beautiful fruit: raspberries, strawberries, blueberries and grapes, but most heartwarmingly, a note from my mother wishing me happy birthday. To me, Boston wasn’t just cold in terms of farenheit: it was cold because it was a city where someone whose love shines out like a beacon of warmth could be there to comfort me. But on my special day, she sent her heart to me from across the ocean, along with a little box of raspberries. 

day five - kylux positivity week

Drabble for day 5 of @kyluxpositivityweek: bdsm + biting. one time where hux gives kylo what he wants, and one time he doesn’t. {warning for angst/self-esteem/punishment issues on kylo’s end.}

Sometimes it goes like this:

 Hux makes Kylo crawl across the floor, naked and head bowed, allowing Hux the perfect view of the way the dim light washes over his toned back.  By the time Kylo reaches Hux, who’s perched on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and making a Kylo-sized space, he’s already half-hard and dripping on Hux’s expensive, luxury rug; he’ll take his belt to Kylo’s hide later for this transgression.  But right now, Hux yanks Kylo’s hair to lift his head up, and despite the rough treatment, Kylo doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t meet Hux’s eye; Hux gives him a pat on the cheek in reward.  Kylo’s eyes flutter shut as he exhales a silent breath, like he’s never experienced anything more fulfilling than this: being on his knees, body and soul yearning to obey and please.

“Disgusting,” Hux deems, the unspoken and perfect hidden beneath derision.  

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anonymous asked:

Ayeee, the picture they chose to accompany that blurb. That's a horrible pic of zayn. He looks beaten down and she's striding way ahead of him like a rich bich too good for the world. Nope .

It’s no coincidence. She’s ethereal. All in white, dripping luxury. He’s pallid, dressed in black trailing moodily behind her.
They’re literally selling it like she’s slumming it with a bad boy, and her friends don’t like it. It’s played out. They did this spoiled white princess act with Perrie too.

On the upside- I’d like to think that Zayn basically is doing everything he can to be difficult in this scenario. Looking scruffy, refusing to dress up and play into the Barbie & Ken act. Not smiling. You can make him show up to the big game, but you can’t force him to play.

AURORA HAD BEEN TO MANY PLACES during the short twenty years she’d been alive, most of them either dripping with luxury or crawling with a collection of storybook villains. and yet during all those “business” trips to spain with her father, not once had the girl stepped foot in barcelona. that was all going to change tonight. seeing as the cruise was docked on one of the spanish country’s most famous cites, aurora wasn’t about to lay about and sleep on the ship with the rest of the sheep and waste a perfectly good opportunity to get up to no good. the brunette slunk along the exit, the moon dotted sky above not yet touched by the rising sun’s golden rays, despite the early hour. sensing a presence behind her (a skill aurora was perhaps all too good at thanks to her job description) she spun around, face half concealed by the tremedous shadow the ship casted along the dock. ❛ is there a reason you’re following me? ❜ she asked, blue eyes narrowed into slits, a dark brow arched in question. ❛ because to be frank, i don’t think you’d be able to handle where i’m headed. ❜