it would be a fine proposition

“I tell you, we will have the finest furniture in all of Ferelden.”

He had to admit he had zoned out of much of the chatter as they drank. Pointless small talk about drapery, and carpets and-

“Particularly the desks.”

“Oh, the desks are good, so I hear.”



“Sturdy is what I have heard.”



“Mh. Well, Cullen has the largest out of us all…desk that is. Perhaps we should ask for his consideration?”

He glanced up, suddenly aware of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “It’s, er…a desk? A fine desk? No complaints.”

“But Commander, do tell.” Dorian’s smirk grew to a positively mammoth grin, curling at the edges as he leant forward. “Tell us your thoughts on just how sturdy a desk should be.”



And he froze. 

Maker, how could they possibly know…

He couldn’t help the colour that had started to rush to his cheeks, deliberately refusing to meet the eyes he knew were locked on him, awaiting his response. A quick, sideways glance to Dorian once more confirmed his worst fears - the smug bastard knew.

Andraste, preserve me.

“You’ve gone a very adorable shade of magenta, Commander. Something you’d like to impart upon us?”

“N-No!” He managed to splutter, forcing himself to look at the assembled parties around him. “I have n-no idea what you are…to suggest…nonsense!”



“Really?” Bull’s deep voice cut in. “I heard some most interesting news floating around camp this week.”

“Did you really? Why, I wonder if it was the same news that managed to reach my ears too?”

There was a chorus of sniggering, and Cullen began to twitch, starting to rise to his feet.

“I should really get back to-“



Bull’s hand on his back caught his armour, pushing him back down in his seat. “No, no, Commander. Five more minutes. Indulge us.”

“Would someone like to tell me what I am missing here?” Cassandra was staring over her flagon, an eyebrow raised, and Dorian’s shit-eating grin grew wider.

“Yeah, Curly. It’s rude to leave the lady out of our discussion.” Of course Varric would be supporting this.

“I do not think it is gossip that the Lady Seeker would be even remotely interested in!”

Gossip? Are you saying there is no truth to it, Commander?” Smug bastard.

“Would someone care to explain to what exactly is going on?” Cassandra’s patience was wearing thin.

“My Lady Seeker, we were simply passing through the barracks earlier this week when we happened upon some interesting information. A scout by the name of Jim-“

Jim?!”  That damned scout. He would swing him from the tower when he saw him next.

“Happened to be passing along the ramparts when he saw a most flabbergasting proposition…Imagine, the dear Commander and the Herald of Andraste…testing out the very limits of our fine desks…”

“Perhaps that is why…“ Holy preserve him, not Josephine too. “There was a most interesting comment from our dear Inquisitor, enquiring as to why Commander Rutherford had a very large hole in the roof of his personal quarters that had not been repaired.”

There was silence, and Cullen wholeheartedly agreed that if a rift were to open above him, and a demon to seize him, he would have gone willingly into the Void.

“Curly? Anything to add to that, or have we got the story covered? I do like to be thorough. Remember, the Maker is watching and knows your heart, and all that jazz, so no lying.”

He saw the dawn in Cassandra’s eyes as they shifted to him, and he felt the sweat on his palms under her scrutiny. Maker, he hadn’t been this embarrassed since he was a mere boy, and damned Mia had told his parents about…

You and the Inquisitor?”

It was a fruitless endeavour to continue to pretend now, and he gave in with a heaving sigh, mumbling into his flagon as he drained it.

Sweet Maker, I need more wine.”

The table erupted into a roar of laughter and shouts, and he laid his head against the table, burying it beneath an armoured arm, Dorian’s slap to the back stinging even through the armour.

It was going to be a long, long night.

anonymous asked:

So Bethesda released their Creation Club service and so far it has gotten a lot of backlash. A lot of people are getting angry at Bethesda's response of calling the content 'mini DLCs' instead of paid mods, selling old armor that already exists for free despite the fact that the service stated that it would offer original content, and the fact that Bethesda is keeping all the profits. So what are your overall thoughts on this; do you think what Bethesda is doing right or wrong?

Bethesda’s Creation Club is a new thing and there are (and will continue to be) the sort of growing pains one can expect of any new service. I don’t think that the growing pains are enough to kill the idea over, it’s just stuff that will need to be worked out. Overall, my feelings on [paid mods] hasn’t changed - I’m generally in favor of them, because I support the idea of developers choosing how they want to distribute their content, and I support the idea of consumers choosing how they want to spend their money. I think that 

Here are some of the more common complaints I’ve seen about the Creation Club:

Complaint: The content currently offered isn’t worth purchase price

This is probably true. There are a lot of items currently available in the Creation Club that aren’t significantly better than the free options out there, which does not instill the players with the idea that there is much value in it (yet). This is not to say that the free mods are the exact same as the paid options - they are not, and this is provable. There are, however, many similar choices and this “is practically the same as” in many detractors’ minds. But this is arguing over small details - this isn’t a strike against the idea of the Creation Club, but its current implementation. It will naturally sort itself out - maybe $4.99 is too high for the current crop of offerings, but maybe $2.99 or even $0.99 could be the sweet spot instead. DLC in general started highly priced but is now both ubiquitous and popular.

Complaint: Creation Club creators don’t get royalties

Nobody gets royalties, not even us devs. The Creation Club creators get paid up front for their work - it’s freelancing. They pitch an idea to Bethesda, Bethesda’s team green lights it and agrees upon a price for it, the creator does the work and gets paid the agreed-upon price. If the offered price isn’t good enough, the creator can always walk away. If the content doesn’t sell, the creator still gets paid for services rendered. If Bethesda has enough difficulty recruiting content creators for the Creation Club, they’ll either kill the project or they’ll raise their offers. But saying that the Creation Club is a bad idea because it doesn’t offer residuals is nitpicky at best.

Complaint: The Creation Club will draw modders away from giving their stuff away for free

I’m pretty sure that this decision ought to be up to the modders themselves. Saying that content creators must make their stuff for free sounds awfully entitled to me.

But they can just get patreons or something!

Nothing is stopping them from doing this too. Adding a new option for them is not removing old ones. It just changes their attractiveness to modders.

Complaint: Bethesda keeps all of the money

If you ignore the sums that the creators agreed to be paid for their work, yes. Bethesda is keeping all of the money, because they are footing all of the cost as well. They pay for the development of the content. They pay for testing, validation, curation, certification, and distribution. They paid for the platform and the development tools. They pay to handle all of the financial transactions. These are all non-trivial costs. I do not believe it is wrong to earn a profit by providing a service that provides value.

Complaint: They just want microtransactions in their games!

They already have microtransactions in their games. They already sell DLC. This is a way for fan creators to get paid for their passions too.

Complaint: The technical restrictions on Creation Club mods are too limited to make good content

That’s a matter of negotiation and dependent on engineering support. It’s in Bethesda’s best interests to provide a platform that can provide the customer with products they will like. Maybe the restrictions won’t allow the creation of an enormous sprawling expansion pack, but that doesn’t mean it will remain this way forever. Bethesda will certainly be interested in improving the Creation Club as time passes. They are certainly committing development resources to it for the forseeable future.

Unspoken Complaint: I really like mod content, but I don’t feel comfortable letting others set the price I pay (which is usually zero)

This is the general underlying feeling I’ve seen from people who are so angry about paid mods. It’s the same general feeling that people had when DLC was initially offered - I want this, but I don’t want to pay for it. Mods used to be free (or voluntary donations that the vast majority of mod-users ignore), but saying that some mods will no longer be available without paying for them feels like Bethesda taking something away, and it really sucks when it feels like they are taking stuff away that was previously available. Our brains literally make us feel as if we are under attack in these kind of situations, which can trigger a fight-or-flight response. The closer the person is to the material, the more powerful the response is. Hence the long-term (hard core) community reaction to the Creation Club. The modders themselves don’t seem particularly offended by the Creation Club, but I suspect this is because they don’t feel like they are losing anything. They’re gaining a new option in all of this, which I feel is a good thing.

I’m not saying that the Creation Club is perfect out of the box - very few things are. Players hated DLC when it first came out too, and Bethesda specifically took a lot of flak for their “horse armor” DLC. But I do believe a service that lets modders create content and be paid for it has a lot of potential, and we’re only just seeing the tip of the iceberg. There will be things that need fixing and improving, but that’s fine - everything does. It won’t be right in its current iteration, but that doesn’t mean that it needs to be thrown out completely. PC players hated Steam when it first came out too - why would anyone want a service that requires you to be online in order to play your game? However, Steam became a better value proposition over time. I firmly believe that the idea of the Creation Club as a mod marketplace has value. If creators can earn a decent living by making mod content, it would attract more developers and increase the overall quality of the offerings to players. But that would require people to look long term at what could happen, rather than immediately condemn it out of hand before they get a chance to iterate and improve on the design or implementation.


Got a burning question you want answered?

  • Penny: Hello friends! I wish to proposition you all to a new form of gathering I have just recently heard of from some of the guards!
  • Jaune: Uh, that's fine we-
  • Ruby: Would love to!
  • All: (glare at Ruby)
  • Ruby: (whispering) She can crush our hands with her forefingers, don't test her!
  • Yang: Er, so what kind of... Gathering?
  • Penny: I believe it was called an orgy! Though I am not privy to what that means yet! I cannot wait to discover it with you all!
  • All: (Shocked silence)
  • Jaune: Fuck it, I'm down.
  • Ruby: Same.
  • Pyrrha: I'll do it if Jaune is!
  • Nora: I've always wanted to have sex with a washing machine!
  • Yang: The more the merrier, right?
  • Weiss: Well, you know the saying...
  • Blake: If you can't beat em...
  • Ren: Christ Almighty, you're all pathetic.
la douleur exquise (4)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Masterlist


I’ve always known that Baekhyun was a good guy, having spoken to him multiple times before. He struck me as the type that you could just tell everything to and I felt comfortable around him. I was a bit hesitant at the beginning when he asked me to join him for dinner, but Jay persuaded me to go instead, postponing our earlier plans for another night. Part of me was really happy for that. Spending time with Baekhyun made me forget everything that happened today and I felt very thankful for his presence.

I was very shocked earlier today when he told me that he was aware of the past that Sehun and I had, after all I was really hell-bent on keeping the whole thing quiet. He doesn’t know much of what happened, and he assured me that nobody else knows of this which made me feel a bit better. 

Keep reading

RICK’S DAUGHTER PART THREE

Originally posted by midqueenally

*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x


“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented, making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place, husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.


“Against the grain, kid… always against the grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife. You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith, taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side. “Control yourself.”


“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for himself.

You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug looking Negan. 


You watched Negan outside from the window, talking to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house, just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?” You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child. Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the porch of the house.


“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation.  Spencer pointed over to another house opposite the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. 


You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down on the table.

“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer, is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What? No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands.  “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life! Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.


A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless, Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me. I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too smart for her.

“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that empty head of yours.

anonymous asked:

This might sound controversial, but are remastered & remakes lazy marketing tactics or a homage to a classic?

I like to think of remasters and remakes primarily as a way to bring old classic games to players who didn’t really have a chance to experience the originals the first time around. It’s easy to forget that video gaming has come a very long way and has a lot more people playing than before. Just consider - Grand Theft Auto 5 outsold GTA4′s lifetime sales figures after six weeks. That means that, even if every single person who bought GTA4 also bought GTA5, there are still millions of people who played GTA5 that never got to enjoy GTA4. If you go further back, even fewer played GTA3, GTA Vice City, etc.

There are many millions more gamers out there today than there were a decade ago, and a huge percentage of them have never played classic games like Link to the Past (1991), Super Metroid (1994), Beyond Good and Evil (2003), Katamari Damacy (2004), or Shadow of the Colossus (2005). Many of these fantastic older games weren’t available outside of the secondary market, often requiring old consoles that need old television sets in order to play properly, until they were remastered. Remakes and remasters allow us to bring back the old classics, but update them with modern design sensibilities and improved visuals, UI, and controls so that a whole new generation of players can experience some of the magic of games that are no longer easily available.

I don’t think it’s a bad thing when companies profit from delivering a quality product to customers who enjoy them. I think it’s fantastic when more people get to play great games, especially when they’re the games that inspired today’s generation of game developers. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that publishers can make some money by doing this - it still costs time, money, and resources to develop these things. It all comes down to a value proposition - it’s totally fine if you don’t want to buy the remaster of Chronicles of Mystara, but I bought steam keys for my entire pen and paper D&D group because I loved those games so much and the updated version allowed us to play together online. I would likewise preorder a similar remaster for Guardian Heroes or the Alien vs Predator arcade beat-em-up.


Got a burning question you want answered?

You’re All I Need to Get By

A/N: Got sick of writing about men. I wanted to write some wlw stuff.

Natasha made sure her team mates knew very little about her life outside of work. It’s not that she didn’t trust them, because she did, with her life. Steve sometimes invited her to brunch and she’d go. Tony would call her in on some bogus mission that was really just an excuse to check in on her and she’d go, fulfill whatever task he asked of her and that was that. She talked to them, listened to them talk about their lives, and gave advice when it was asked for. They were her friends, and she trusted them enough to simply come when they called. Natasha trusted them with her life but not with hers. Natasha sat in her car and watched as the love of her life zipped up a tiny kid’s jacket. The child threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. She hugged him back then sent him to his parents. Once the last few children were picked up she made her way to the car. Natasha unlocked the door, and she couldn’t help the smile on her face as the woman opened the door.

“That kid is such a teacher’s pet,” Natasha grumbled.

“He’s sweet,” she defended, laughing a little Natasha’s tone.

“Sure, he acts sweet. He probably frames the other children on the playground.”

“No! Never, Jacob,” you gasped, still laughing at just how honestly accusatory Natasha sounded.

“See? That’s how he gets away with it. You don’t expect him to lie to you.”

“Jacob gives everyone dandelions at recess, and all the kids love him. He’s got the sensitive thoughtful persona thing going for him.”

“So he’s playing the long game,” Natasha narrowed her eyes, in further suspicion, but even she couldn’t keep her expression neutral. A smile was playing at the corners of her mouth. Y/N pulled a dandelion from her pocket and gave it to Natasha.

“He told me this one was for you.”

“The kids know about me?”

“They know I have a girlfriend,” you shrugged, “kids don’t care about the kind of stuff adults do. All they care about is snack and recess. Anything that happens in between is just a new adventure. It’s why I like them so much.”

Natasha took the yellow flower and inspected it for a little bit before sighing, “Damn, Jacob’s gotten to me. He’s good.”

Her girlfriend scoffed, “Let’s go home.”

Natasha and her girlfriend lived in the cutest home. It looked like the type of homes people talk about in fairytales. Part of the house was overtaken completely by vines that sprouted beautiful sweet smelling flowers in the summer and spring. The only time they could see that side of the house was in the winter. The front porch had two rocking chairs, that the two women would sit in when the weather was nice… or not so nice. They liked to watch the rain in the heavily wooded area. The main road wasn’t terribly far away, but it was far enough that no one knew the house was there. It made Natasha feel better knowing their home was as safe as possible without making it a fortress with her girlfriend in the tallest tower. With that being said, Natasha always walked into the house first, just in case.

Everything was in place. Their home smelled like cookies, which was normal. Y/N sometimes baked cookies for the children. Y/N flopped gracelessly on the plush couch. There were two of the softest blankets the world had ever witnessed on the couch, they were good for cuddling in the winter. They would sit on the sofa in front of the fireplace with hot coco, and enjoy each other’s company. Natasha locked the front door and moved into the kitchen.

“Whose turn is it to make dinner?” she asked. The kitchen was very alive. Y/N liked plants, and she thought it was nice to have herb plants in the kitchen. It was certainly aesthetically pleasing.  Herbs hung in front of the kitchen window, the glass doors to the veranda and over the kitchen island. Y/N kept all of the plants alive in their home. Natasha couldn’t even keep a cactus alive, and she had tried her hardest. There was something about Y/N that brought things to life, no matter how long they had been dead.

“It’s my turn,” Y/N answered.

“Liar,” Natasha scoffed as she opened the fridge. There were plenty of vegetables, some from the farmer’s market, others from their own garden… well Y/N’s garden. Y/N always said it was theirs but truly it was hers. Natasha only helped harvest, she couldn’t keep things alive like Y/N could.

“I’m the domestic girlfriend. Let me cook for you,” Y/N huffed. Natasha could hear her rushing to the kitchen.

“I wanna be the domestic one for a change. I can start wearing dresses around the house all the time, and dancing around in the backyard like a fairy,” Natasha teased as Y/N leaned against the wall.

“I already marinated the chicken,” she explained.

“See? You already did half the work, I’ll do the rest,” Natasha resolved with a smirk. She turned around to grab a skillet from the hanging rack above the kitchen island. Y/N made a grab for the skillet, but Natasha moved it out of her reach.

“No you won’t. I wanted to bake the chicken.”  Y/N was close, her body pressed against Natasha as she reached for the skillet. Natasha couldn’t resist so she pushed the hair on Y/N’s forehead out of the way and kissed it before letting it fall back to its natural place.

“I’ll let you help,” she conceded.

“You can chop vegetables. You’re really good at that,” Y/n suggested as she grabbed the skillet and put it on the stove. Natasha watched her move about the kitchen with ease. Y/N wore a vibrant yellow dress that tied up behind her neck. Her hair was composed of sentient groups of crazy curls, that were somehow charming in their liveliness. It was her natural hair. Of course it was her natural hair. Everything about her was so alive. Especially the brown of her skin. The gloomy day outside couldn’t hope to make the inside of their home any less vibrant. It only added to its rustic, earthy charm. Natasha washed her hands, then the vegetables then got to chopping. They cooked together, the way they usually did if they were both home. Natasha was the only one who ever left. She hated leaving almost as much as Y/N hated to see her go. Y/N would never say anything to Natasha but whenever Natasha left she felt a little lost, as if she were not entirely there. It was as if a part of her had packed up and left with Natasha. She hoped that part of her kept Natasha safe, that it ensured that she’d always come home. Regardless to how bruised she was, Y/n hoped she’d still stumble up the steps to the little home and collapse in to her arms. She never told Natasha this because she knew Natasha already worried too much for her physical well-being. She didn’t want to make her worry about her emotional well-being too.

Whenever they were close enough, Natasha would bump her hip into Y/N’s or peck her cheek, indulging her with tiny little displays of affection. While the chicken baked Y/N seasoned the vegetables, and Natasha decided to just hug her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. Natasha hummed their song, knowing Y/N would join in with the voice that often dazzled her preschool class, and made Natasha fall in love with her in the first place.

“You’re all I need to get by, aah,” Y/N joined in on the chorus swaying lightly. Natasha swayed too. Natasha was sure the song was true. Y/N was all she needed in this life to continue on.  If all else failed her, as long as she could come home to her beautiful girlfriend, that was so alive she brought Natasha’s heart back to life, then she’d be fine.

Dinner came and went and afterwards they showered at the same time “to save water,” Y/N argued. They lie in bed and Natasha listened to Y/N talk about the children in her class. Then Natasha told her about Steve and how he and Bucky were living together now, and they both seemed happier.

“Does anyone know about me?” Y/N asked curiously.

“No,” Natasha shook her head. She concentrated on pushing a bit of Y/N’s hair that had escaped back in her bonnet.

“Is it because it’s dangerous for them to know me?”

“I just don’t want to take that risk. I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you,” she whispered. She couldn’t even think about it, about a life in which this house was empty, where the plants died, the garden withered, and the vines outside stopped blooming.

“I get that… but Clint knows about me… and the team knows about Clint’s wife and kids.”

“They never would have known if it could have been avoided… but I guess that has turned out fine,” Natasha considered, “I still don’t trust it. Missions change, friends become enemies. I can’t risk your life.”

“I just get lonely out here sometimes,” Y/N sighed wistfully.

Natasha was quiet, thinking of what it must be like to be absolutely alone in this house. It would be silent, deafeningly silent.

“We can go to the animal shelter tomorrow,” Natasha offered.

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide at the proposition, “Really?”

“Yes. We can get a fat cat.” Natasha scoffed.

“What about a dog?”

“We can get a whole petting zoo,” Natasha kissed her nose then pulled her closer.  One day, maybe the team would know, when things felt safer, or when there was no other choice. One day. All of that didn’t matter though, she had the love of her life in her arms, and that’s all she would ever need to get by.

~Mod Lillian

anonymous asked:

"You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex."

   "You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

   A beat of silence. Theo keeps his smug grin plastered all over his face but Liam’s dumbfounded expression is making him sweat like a camel in the desert. Liam’s mouth opens and closes, and Theo would laugh if the situation wasn’t so uncomfortable.

   Instead of the outright refusal that Theo expects, Liam shrugs as though it was a serious proposition and says, “Fine,” making Theo choke on his spit. He stares at Liam’s face a little too long, unable to tell if the answer is genuine or he just got tired of Theo messing with his head and decided to finally strike back.

Keep reading

the more the merrier (part 2)

pairing: peter x mj x reader

summary: peter, reader and mj are still in the process of getting used to a polyamorous relationship. what better way to solidify the idea than to go on a date? (trans!peter, genderfluid!mj who goes by they/them and a gender neutral reader)

warnings: minor swearing.

i wasn’t really planning on making a part two to this or making tmtm a series at all, but i got a couple of requests asking for another part so here it is! i probably won’t make a part three unless someone asks for it. i’m also not sure how i feel about this as a final product? i hope this wasn’t too bad.

part 1

Keep reading

Now I don’t usually comment on Game of Thrones stuff. I just usually reblog gif sets and watch the show (I would read the books but the multiple POV’s one after the other bugs the shit out of me). However recently while going through some of the tags I’ve noticed a ship war going on between Jonerys shippers and Jonsa shippers. Now while I don’t care for the ship war itself, there is one thing that I’ve seen that has bugged me greatly. Before I say what, I’d just like to point out I’m talking about Show Jon and not Book Jon, so don’t come at me with stuff from the books because that is not what I’m talking about. Also there is POSSIBLE SPOILERS in this post to do with Season 7 of the show, so back out now if you don’t want to see them (though this will be tagged with spoilers).

Right, so with ship wars they usually happen because some people who ship one ship don’t want the other to happen in canon because it would stop their ship from happening in canon instead (whether or not the ship is logical). Now during these things people usually change characters to fit their narrative and to a certain extent this is what has happened with Jon. So with spoilers trickling in for Season 7, there has been one that has popped up where supposedly Jon and Dany get it on. Now while we don’t have really any details about this (unless there are then send them my way and I’ll edit this to account for them), there are people who are taking this to mean that Jon and Dany just hook up with no meaning to it other than lust.

This is where I have a bone to pick because Jon in the show isn’t a character who hooks up with anyone just for the sake of hooking up or getting his rocks off. As shown in the shown in the show he’s either worried about it because he doesn’t want to create another bastard for the world to hate like he tells Sam in Season 1 or he doesn’t want it at all like in Season 5 when Melisandre propositions him because he’s still in love with Ygritte even though she’s dead.

Now I’d like to point out that don’t ship either of these ships and while I would prefer one happening over the other, in the end it doesn’t matter. I understand Jonsa shippers not wanting Jonerys to happen, that’s perfectly fine (same with Jonerys shippers). However could you not throw Jon’s character (or any of their characters for that matter) under a bus while you do it. It’s perfectly acceptable to not want Jonerys to happen but to say that you want this scene (if it happens) to be “just a hook up” is basically like saying you want a key trait of his character to be killed off just because of a ship (same with Dany to a certain extent).

So while I’m not saying that you can’t ship what you like, I’m just saying that if this scene does happen in that show it most likely won’t be “just a hook up” because that isn’t Jon’s character in the show, he’s never had just a hook up. So if you want to ship Jonsa, ship Jonsa. If want to ship Jonerys, ship Jonerys. Just don’t hope that a character trait of any of the three characters gets killed off because it’s conducive to your ship.

P.S: This isn’t hate by the way, just something I wished to point out.

Pickpocket: Jerome x Reader, Smut

~LucieBell

*After being broken out of Arkham, Jerome meets his pickpocket once again…WARNINGS: oral sex, spanking, penetration, virgin Jerome, Jerome in that hot GCDP uniform, handcuffed reader, dirty mutterings idk it’s smut so you’ve been forewarned.* PART 1

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

Keep reading

Headcanon: Just like the Engineer, I believe that the Medic is divorced (post regarding the Engineer can be found here). However, unlike the Engineer, this marriage ended amicably. She was a young woman with bright eyes, a laugh that was contagious, and a warped sense of humor when they were alone. In public, though, she tended to be meek. They met at a town festival when they were young, nearly children. They quickly became friends, and after some time, he asked her to take their relationship further.

It’s worth noting that this was at the urging of his parents. She was a pretty girl from a good house and knew her place in the world. She would make a fine bride for their precious son. Medic was hesitant at first. He loved her dearly, yes, but he wasn’t sure if those were romantic emotions. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he had ever felt strong feelings of attraction to any woman. Still, after a lot of consideration and pressure from mother and father, he decided that this must be love. She agreed to his proposition almost immediately. They were now a proper couple, but the true nature of their relationship, founded on jokes of mortality and the pleasures of food, remained almost entirely unchanged. The very next year, they were married, only a few months before Medic was scheduled to leave for medical school. 

However, the night after the ceremony, an unexpected problem arose. With union of the souls comes union of the flesh, and it seemed that neither of them had thought that far. Just as he had questioned his romantic attraction to his new bride, Medic wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep with her. However, when the time came, he decided that he must have wanted to have sex with her. They were in love after all, weren’t they? They consummated their marriage in the dark, eyes closed, turned away from each other. Once they were finished, they pretended to sleep, and Medic heard his wife crying beside him. He did not reach out to comfort her. 

Following that fateful night, both had changed. His wife spent more and more time knitting with the other young women in town, and he found himself growing desperate to leave town to pursue his studies. After about a month or so, they stopped trying to sleep with each other. Their home was quiet and sad, a place of morning for the relationship they once shared. When it came time for Medic to leave for college, she asked if her best friend could move in to keep her company while he was away. Eager to provide her with any sense if comfort, he eagerly complied. Both ladies waved him off from the train station, his wife smiling broadly, a smile he had so dearly missed in the previous weeks.

While in school, Medic quickly learned more than he was expecting. It was his first time alone, and he began to notice a few things he had previously ignored. It was an all men’s school (not unusual for the times) and he found his gaze lingering on his classmates. His heart fluttered and his body ached in ways it never had for his wife, and after he woke in his study partner’s bed following a lesson on anatomy, he realized it was time to face the facts. 

Medic wasn’t too familiar with the concept of homosexuality. It was a small town, after all, and gay people simply didn’t exist. They were fairy tales, cautionary tales of disgusting lust and vice, but everything appeared to line up. It would explain his relationship with his wife, for starters, and a bit of research revealed that maybe it wasn’t a moral disease after all. Lots of animals exhibited homosexual behaviors, from bats to rams. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had to tell his family, but as he thought more and more on the subject, the more he realized that there was someone he did want to tell.

Medic’s first visit home was unexpected. He didn’t want his mother and father to catch wind of his presence. He felt strange walking up those familiar steps, and when he opened the door, he didn’t call out, not knowing what to say. Instead, he walked through his old home and into his bedroom, where both his wife and her best friend were sleeping. Together. 

It turned out that Medic wasn’t the only one with confusing feelings. After the couple woke up, his wife began to frantically try to explain, to which he began to laugh. It was not a cruel, calloused laughed, but the laugh of a friend who suddenly understood. It seemed that the tears from that fateful night were from rejection, but the same pain he felt. She explained to him that she was so eager to marry him to prove to herself and the world that she was just likely them, and had jumped the same hurdles he had to get there. 

After this discussion, their relationship quickly returned to its previous friendship. She and her girlfriend were very happy together, and he quite enjoyed dating around in college. They stayed married for the public image, but when it came time for Medic to leave for America, she chose to stay behind.After a bit of paperwork, that was that. She was no longer Mrs. Ludwig. They said their goodbyes at the train platform, where he gave her one last kiss goodbye and wished her and her girlfriend luck. 

He still sends her money and calls when he can, and she mails him pictures and letters and trinkets from home. The couple had moved in the past couple of years, and looked happier than ever. So, whenever Demo shouts ‘I’ve been shagging your wife’, he can’t help but smile to himself, but still demolishes him out of respect for her honor. 

After all, she is the only woman he ever loved. 

Undercover Boss - Chapter 1

That’s right it’s the Undercover Boss Rumbelle AU that no one asked for! Except me…and @anonymousnerdgirl … and I think someone else too…Okay the AU that SOME asked for. 

Shout out to my lovely Beta @shipperqueen93

Summary: Undercover Boss Rumbelle AU: Life was great for, Mr. Cluck’s Chicken Shack, CEO Aiden Gold. At least until he finds himself roped into a reality show where bosses go undercover in their own companies to find out how their businesses are really being run. Gold nearly gives up when he is paired with a young Manager named Belle who teaches him what’s really important in life and work.

Read it on AO3 or FFN 

Chapter 1/3 


If there was one thing that Mr. Gold hated more than normal social interaction then it had to be forced social interaction on a reality television program. Oddly specific he knew, but given his current situation it was understandable.

Wearily, he pulled the hotel room key from his wallet and frustratingly had to insert the key three times before the damn green light would come on and grant him entry. He trudged inside the darkened three star quality hotel room with a great sigh and quickly peeled off the hot wig from his head and threw it onto the bathroom counter as he passed by. It was part of his contract with the show that he not remove any of his altered costume or break character until he was back in the hotel room for the evening, lest he be spotted. Spotted by who or what he had no fucking idea, but he believed that the producers delighted in making this as antagonistic as possible for him.

He ran a hand through his short sweat filled strands as he collapsed backwards onto his bed. He could deal with the beard that he had had to grow out, he had the odd one from time to time throughout his life but the low quality, polyester monstrosity was another thing. It was hot and itchy and he looked fucking ridiculous. When he had first been presented to his 17 year old son in his new transformation, Neal had laughed hysterically and questioned why he had roadkill on his head.

The glasses he wore were actually his own. He didn’t need them all the time but they were particularly useful reading the fine print of his dealings. He pulled those off and folded them, gently tossing them on the nightstand. Gold pinched the bridge of his nose where the glasses left their mark and gently massaged the area. A headache would be coming, he knew, as it had every night since he’d been forced onto this television show.

Keep reading

For @asshatry. If you want more (smut/no smut), just let me know! 😘

   Good fuckity fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this, that you are doing things to me that I haven’t fucking felt since before the world’s end.

 Babe, you amaze me. We come into your community ready to take charge, and you, you wouldn’t have none of that.

 “Excuse me, can I help you gentlemen”  You were standing there, at the front gate, one hand on your hip, other on a Ruger.

 You looked delicate, sweet, innocent. Goddamn if I wasn’t totally off the fucking mark.

 “Well, well, you are migh-ty sweet, doll! Can you take me to the man in charge?” I gave you my infamous lip-lick wink.

 You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “That would be me, the woman in charge. What do you want with me?”

“Woohoo, doll! You have certainly have a pair of beach ball sized lady nuts!”

  We soon came to an agreement between our communities that we both fucking agreed on. I might have made a few concessions, I mean, babe, mm-hmm. But when I suggested we might seal the deal with a bit of fuckity lovin’ fun…

 “Excuse me? Did you just proposition me? I believe you have a harem, correct?”

 “Well, darlin’, I do, in fact, have wives, but it’s the apocalypse, and Jesus doll, you are fucking fine! The things we could do to…”

  Holy fuck! No quicker than I had those words out of my mouth, you had your pistol pointed right at my fucking dick! Jesus, babe!

 I think that’s when I realized the fucking feelings I had for you. I had never met a woman like you, even before the end. Yes, I knew many assertive, strong women, including my sweet Lucille. But you, you are something different. Sugar and sweet. Hot and cold. Night and day, you get the point.

 I’ve talked to a few of your people, some of the other communities you’ve worked with. Every one say the same thing. You, are a force to be reckoned with. You rule with an iron fist and a kind heart. Something I would never be accused of.

 So, I’m coming to you darling, with a proposition. Come, rule my kingdom with me. Be my queen, be my fucking partner in crime. I love you. Yep, I said it. It’s more than just your fucking super hot body. It’s more than your fuck you attitude. It’s what you make me feel when we’re together, or fuck, even when we’re apart.

 I want to know everything about you. I want to explore your mind. And God! Good God how I want to fucking explore that body of yours. Every inch, head to toe, and every sexy hot inch in-between. Hmm, I’m fucking hard as steel just thinking of you.

 And I promise, it will be just you, just me, both physically and emotionally. I know my word might not mean much, but trust me babe, you are what I want for today, tomorrow and forever.

I’m fucking crazy for you doll.

Negan

First One - Klaus Mikaelson

You were a werewolf in Mystic Falls, this was common knowledge. You had broken the curse when you were sixteen after drinking and driving, and it would haunt you for the rest of your days.

You weren’t the greatest friends with Elena and all her friends, but they looked out for you, the same way you looked out for them. So when the feared Niklaus Mikaelson came to town, they told you to stay away from him.

After he had broken his curse, Klaus left town to create his hybrids. However, he made one stop before he did so. Your house.

He had seen you around quite often, and thought you were very alluring. You were not an ordinary werewolf, not having the same temper and violent genes. Instead, you were quite calm and relaxed.

When he knocked on your door, you had been in the middle of making yourself supper. you immediately stopped, wiping your hands on a towel before going to answer the door.

You were quite shocked to see the hybrid standing outside your door, and even more shocked to see him raise his head in a nervous smile at you. “Hello, Y/N,” he said in a thick accent. “How are you?”

“What are you doing here Klaus?” you asked, nervous at his sudden appearance at your house. You had never talked to him before, but you had heard of all the things he had done, so you had every reason to be nervous.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “And I give you my word that if it isn’t something you are interested in, I will leave now and never ask you again.”

“Okay,” you whispered, unsure what he was doing. “Do you want to come in?”

He smiled at your offer, nodding. He stepped past you, and when you closed the door, he was looking down at you hopefully. “Y/N, I want you to become a hybrid with me.”

You were shocked at his proposition. In reality, becoming a hybrid was all that you wanted. You wouldn’t have to turn unless you wanted to, you would be the most powerful creature on earth, you could live forever. It was something that sounded very appealing to you.

“Yes,” you blurted out immediately. “I want to become a hybrid.”

Klaus smiled, sighing as his nervousness slipped away. “You will have to feed on my blood, then die with it in your system,” he told you. “You’re fine with that?”

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly. “Right now?”

Klaus chuckled. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” But he bit into his wrist all the same, offering it to you. The sight of his blood maybe you slightly uneasy, but took his hand anyway, bringing his wrist to your mouth. You drank hesitantly at first, but when you saw the look in Klaus’s eye, you began to drink more greedily, the feeling euphoric.

Klaus grinned, moving your hair out of your face as he moved to stand behind you. “That’s a good girl,” he mumbled, continuing to brush your hair. You moved away when his wound closed, his blood dripping from the corner of you mouth.

“Now you have to kill me, right?” you whispered. That was the part you were worried about. You didn’t want it to be painful, so you were quite scared.

“I’ll make it as painless and quick as possible, love, I promise,” Klaus whispered. Then he snapped your neck.

When you woke up, your neck ached slightly, and you sat up, finding yourself in your bed.

“Ah, you’re awake,” someone said, and you looked around, finding Klaus sitting beside you on the bed. “How do you feel?”

“My neck hurts, and I’m thirsty,” you mumbled. “Is this normal?”

“Very,” Klaus assured you. “And you’ll feel much better after you drink this.”

He handed you a human blood bag, nodding you towards it. You took it hesitantly, twisting the cap off. The smell of it was enough to make you moan and you quickly brought it to your lips, draining it as quickly as you could.

Klaus sat smirking at you as you dropped the blood bag on your bed. But something strange began to happen. It didn’t feel better, it felt worse. “Why does it feel like this?” You whispered worriedly. It felt as though someone had lit your body on fire, and it was almost as painful as changing for the full moon.

Klaus leaned over you, inspecting you. His eyes wandered every part of you, trying to see what was wrong. “It’s not working,” he whispered. He got up, beginning to pace.

Hours since you had drank the human blood, and you were only feeling worse. Klaus was beginning to feel very worried and upset, not wanting you to die.

You began to cry, unknowing that your tears were coming down as blood. “Please, make it stop,” you moaned, curling up in your bed. Klaus kneeled beside you. “Please, just kill me Nik.”

His heart ached at the nickname you called him, and he brushed your hair from your face. “Is that what you want?” He asked gently.

“Yes, please just kill me, this doesn’t feel good,” you whimpered. Klaus helped you up, sitting behind you so you were in between your legs.

“I need to tell you,” he began to whispered as he soothingly brushed your hair back, trying to calm you. “I care for you. I wanted you to be as powerful as me, and spend eternity with me. I’m sorry it ended like this.”

You nodded, tears still streaming down your face. Klaus had his own tears running down his face as he put your hand into your chest as gently as he could. You cried out, grasping his forearm in pain when he grabbed your heart in his hand.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered, before he ripped your heart from your chest, dropping it immediately so he could cradle your body, crying as you took you last breaths.

anonymous asked:

Just curious, how would you react if Julian came to you and asked to be your pet as well? Would you let him down gently (or not-so-gently), or would you have two pets to play with?

Ah… as a matter of fact, I have discussed this as a possibility with Elim, and neither of us would be averse to the idea. In fact, both of us would enjoy such an arrangement, though perhaps for different reasons; I certainly would find having Julian as a pet… alluring.

There are a couple of things that Julian would need to understand, first, though: one in particular is that Elim holds a very special status in our relationship, one that does not translate well into the Human cultural framework. I will not go into much detail for now, since I do not yet feel comfortable to lift my protection of Elim’s privacy. Perhaps some later time, this would not pose a problem, and we could disclose the specifics of our relationship.

The upshot for Julian to take away now is that, while we are not married in any sense he would recognise, Elim and I are nonetheless bonded in the eyes of Cardassia, both her society and her law.

Another thing for Julian to consider is that we will have to negotiate the terms for such an arrangement. I understand that Cardassian and Human customs in these things differ in some respects, and while I am certainly willing to accommodate him to some degree, I am and remain Cardassian. There would be certain expectations of Julian, which he would have to understand and agree to, before he could become my pet.

All that being said, I think it would be safe to say I would prefer to have two pets to play with, over having to let the good doctor down.

@garaksass

Wanted (Sam Drake x Reader) Chapter 2: I Will Follow

hello again my loves! sorry this took so long but i had a whole bunch of quotes for this chapter planned but had no idea where to put them the organization of this chapter was a huge setback for me but now its here and i can continue with the rest of the plot! as always i love hearing what you all think so let me know! xx


Words: 2063


The endless green of the forest seemed to spread infinitely, and you were the lucky soul to be stuck with the one and only Sam Drake.

 As if.

 You hiked several paces in front of Sam, pushing branching out of your path, and hearing him groan behind you as they bounced back into his face.

 “Hey, you mind watching where you let those things go?” Sam snapped, ducking and missing another oncoming branch.

 You scanned the terrain for a place to rest, and as you hated to admit it, a place to further your plan to find the pendant. Your unexpected, so called “rescue” from the cavern had delayed your search, and you were desperate to get back on track.

 “I need to check something.” You alerted Sam, and he obliged by placing himself on a nearby rock.

 You dug around in your backpack after setting it on the ground, pulling out a notebook and the phone containing the crucial pictures of the journal. Immediately starting to translate the words, Sam sat silently across from you and watched as you worked.

 “You know, I can’t help if you don’t let me.” Sam’s voice trilled, pulling your attention away from the phone.

 You rolled your eyes and shook your head slowly.

 “I don’t remember asking you to help.” You mimicked his sing-song tone, your eyes returning to the pages of the book.

 A silence passed over Sam from your remark, possibly from offense, but your concern was devoted to your translations.

 The quiet soon became unbearable from your lingering sense of guilt, and you dropped your pen with annoyance. The abundance of emotions was enough to drive you insane.

 Sam’s hands were toying with a leaf he had picked off the ground, restraining himself from talking back and ruining further chances at his possible fortune.

 “Sam, I gotta step out of this. I have to do this alone.” You said firmly, and you tried to dismiss the overwhelming sense of guilt.

Keep reading

Shikatema Week

DAY 5 – MARRIAGE

Shikamaru stumbles forward so violently, the front of his shoes catching on what he thinks amounts to little more than a pebble, but his misstep is so careless, he is barely able to catch himself before he lands face first in the dirt below him.

The worst part is, he’d been looking directly at the rock buried in the ground, making hazy note to avoid it, when he’d walked right into the thing.

“God,” Temari drawls, paused a step ahead of him now. “You’re such a fucking mess.”

Keep reading

We would go down late-night drinking clubs that we hadn’t had access to. They were probably gay clubs, now I think about it, but it actually didn’t occur to us at all; there were rather a lot of men there, that’s all. But no one ever propositioned me. There was never any bother. Pubs would stay open through Brian’s influence, which was fine by us. It meant we could get a drink late at night, fantastic! And the police wouldn’t bust us, fantastic! In fact, this is where we started to see the seamier side of society, because the policeman would often come round and have a drink with us. There was a lot of that.
            Then we got down to London and Brian had his contacts in the gay scene. People would say, ‘How are your boys, Brian?’ 'Well, they’re doing rather well, they just had a hit.’ 'Oh, marvellous, do put them on my show!’ So obviously that didn’t hurt us.
—  Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now, Barry Miles