1 and a half stars to irobot????!?!?! a movie with will smith and robots and you gonna desecrate it like that
“I, Robot” has three separate plugs for Converse High Tops, one of which occurs in the first three minutes. Shia Lebouf plays a rough street kid wearing camo pants and a long-sleeve shirt under a short-sleeve shirt who uses the phrase “fine-ass little yummy” to refer to a girl he’s going on a date with.
“We’re living in a time of real change,” says Depeche Mode singer Dave Gahan, a vision of intensity dressed head-to-toe in black. “As I get older, the things going on in the world affect me more. I think about my kids and what they’re growing up into. My daughter, Rosie, was deeply affected by the election last year. … She just sobbed, and I was like, ‘Wow.’”
The album was “the pinnacle of us having fun,” says Martin Gore
It’s an overcast mid-January day, and the singer, 54, is picking at some tagliatelle in a corner hotel restaurant located in downtown Manhattan, where he’s lived for about a decade. Despite sharing his alarm about the state of the world, he’s in bright spirits and can look at himself objectively. “Martin [Gore] and I both live in America, so we’re both very affected by what goes on,” he says. “Martin said to me, 'I know to some people, this will come off as rich rock stars living in their big houses in Santa Barbara with not a care in the world, and it’s true that we’re very fortunate. But that doesn’t mean you stop caring about what’s going on in the world. It’s really affecting me.’ And I said, 'I understand. I feel the same.’”
That sense of worry informed Gahan and his Depeche Mode bandmates while writing their upcoming album, Spirit, which is due out March 17th, as many of the LP’s 12 songs deal directly with the general Weltschmerz circulating the planet lately. Although Depeche Mode became megastars to a legion of black-clad, disaffected malcontents with serious songs about universal compassion (“People Are People”) and more personal revelations (“Enjoy the Silence,” “I Feel You”), the new tracks seem like a different chapter for the group. “I wouldn’t call this a political album,” Gahan says, “because I don’t listen to music in a political way. But it’s definitely about humanity, and our place in that.”
He sings of bigots “turning back our history” on “Backwards,” cheekily calls for change in “Where’s the Revolution?” (“Who’s making your decisions,” he sings, “you or your religion?”) and looks inward on the brooding “Poison Heart.” Musically, these songs are dark-hued with complex textures that are both icy and warm sounding, harkening back to the group’s Violator era while still sounding musically like an extension of their last album, 2013’s Delta Machine.
The realization that Gahan and Gore were on the same page with regard to world events came early when they regrouped last year with bandmate Andy Fletcher to begin work on the album. When they looked at everything they’d brought to the table, they saw a through-line. “We called the album Spirit, because it’s like, 'Where’s the spirit gone?’ or 'Where’s the spirit in humanity?’” Gahan says. “We considered calling it Maelstrom – that was a bit too heavy metal.”
They brought in producer James Ford, whose work with Florence and the Machine, Arctic Monkeys and Simian Mobile Disco had impressed the group, and he helped get the musicians get back on the same page. Other than a few disagreements between Gahan and Gore that Ford settled (“We really had it out,” Gahan says with a laugh, “It got pretty emotional”), the recording process went relatively quickly and easily, with sessions in Gore’s Santa Barbara studio and in New York.
Now the group is releasing the record’s first single, the Gore-penned “Where’s the Revolution?” The slow-building number, which features fuzzy synths, serves as a call-to-arms, on which Gahan sings, “The train is coming/Get on board,” along with the title question. “Martin wrote it in a very sarcastic, English way,” Gahan says.
It’s a mood that continues in another Spirit song “Backwards.” It opens with Gahan singing, “We are the bigots/We have not allowed/We have no respect/We have lost control.” It goes on to lambaste some people’s “caveman mentality” and how others “feel nothing inside,” amid jabbing keyboards and pounding rhythms and complete with Gore’s backing vocals. “If we want things to change, a revolution, we need to talk about it and about caring about what goes on in the world,” Gahan says. “It doesn’t seem the way things are in London. We seem to be going in another direction, and I think Martin felt like he needed to express that.”
That theme also resounds in another song written by Gore, “So Much Love,” a more upbeat, electronics-driven number about realizing that everyone has love inside. “It’s like we have so much love here, we really do, but we’re afraid to use it and access it,” Gahan says. “It’s the old John Lennon thing, like, 'love and peace, man.’”
But while Gahan sees a connection to the Beatles, the tune sounds nothing like the Fab Four with its dense, noisy pastiche of keyboards, drum machine and an eerie guitar line. Gahan says that the song, musically, has more in common with Depeche Mode in their earliest days.
“Back in '79 or 1980, we would play these 25-minute sets where I would write the little dots on the drum machine and shift it up and down to make it go faster or slower,” Gahan recalls. “It was a wall of sound. We’d plug these three keyboards into the drum machine, and three microphones – Vince [Clarke], Martin and myself – so it was three-part harmonies and a very distorted drum machine. … ['So Much Love’] also reminds me of early electronic stuff, like Tuxedomoon and Cabaret Voltaire, who did kind of punky, distorted songs.”
It’s the exact opposite sound of the ballad “Poison Heart,” a particularly catchy and euphonious number Gahan concocted with the group’s drummer, Christian Eigner, and keyboardist, Peter Gordeno. “They sent me this guitar line, and it had a bit of a Muscle Shoals vibe,” Gahan says. “It was a very different feel and I got this melody in my head.” It opens with a slow, funeral march in the vein of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ “I Put a Spell on You” and builds to an almost Beatles-like bridge with only a smidgen of noisy guitar. Gore, whom Gahan says is “not a man of many words when it comes to others’ songs,” called “Poison Heart” the best song Gahan had ever written.
“You have poison in your heart,” he croons outright at the beginning of the song. And later, he sings, “You know it’s time to break up/You’ll always be alone,” but Gahan says it’s not intended to be a breakup song.
“I was watching the news on TV and I was writing through my own inability to really relate to another human being,” he says. “There must be something wrong with me, poison in my heart or whatever. So it was fun to play with that imagery, and it became more worldly – greed and lust and wanting what you want when you want it and nothing else matters. So I was breaking up with myself – trying to evolve, trying to break up with old ideas that I think are working for me but are not in actuality. Fortunately, that’s not my relationship with my wife.”
He laughs, picking at his pasta, and says that “Poison Heart” complements another song on the album, which wasn’t played for Rolling Stone, called “Worst Crime.” “The lyrics to 'Poison Heart’ are more of an internal dialogue, but 'Worst Crime’ is looking outward,” he says. “It’s bringing about the change. You’ve got to do something different or act differently. We can all talk about whatever is going on until we’re blue in the face but you have to take real action, and sometimes we don’t know what that looks like. Individually, I believe people are inherently good, but we’re really distorted by the information we get and we act out on that information out of fear.”
Another way he expressed that opinion on the album is in a song called “Cover Me,” which he describes as a story song. “It’s about a person who travels to another planet only to find that, much to his dismay, it’s exactly the same as earth,” Gahan says. “It’s a different planet but the same. He really can’t get away from himself. If he wants things to change, he’s going to have to implement it.”
If that premise sounds like pure Bowie, it’s only because the Starman loomed large as an influence on Gahan and Gore throughout their career. “When Bowie died, we both didn’t know what to do with it,” Gahan says. “There was a personal connection there. It was a huge loss.”
Gahan recalls sobbing last January when he heard that Bowie had died. He had gotten used to seeing Bowie in surprisingly normal social settings – Gahan and Bowie’s daughters are about the same age and attend the same school – and Gahan would sometimes chat with Bowie at school functions. “It was very different to the Bowie that I grew up adoring and living vicariously through,” he says. He’d become a fan as a young teen watching Top of the Pops and latched onto Bowie’s androgyny because his mother didn’t like it. When he turned 16, he scrounged together some money (“I’m sure I stole something and sold it,” he says) to see Bowie perform at London’s Earl’s Court in 1978, and he calls the double live album, Stage, which was recorded on that tour, “some kind of pacifier” for him, his go-to Bowie.
“I had seen the news but it wasn’t until my wife told me he had died that I just broke down in tears,” Gahan says. “My daughter came out and they were both hugging me. It really affected me. I felt a huge gap. One of the things I was most regrettable about was that I had never really gone up to him at any time I’d seen him in passing and said, 'You know, David, I bump into you every once in a while, but I’ve never told you how much your music has meant to me and continues to mean to me.’”
To right this, Depeche Mode paid tribute to Bowie at a special concert they recently recorded at New York City’s High Line public park. They filmed the performance – which they did without an audience and which included several songs from Spirit – with just a drum machine and Gore on guitar, and they capped it with a cover of Bowie’s “Heroes.” “I was so moved, I barely held it together, to be honest,” Gahan says. “Martin listened to 'Heroes’ once it was mixed and randomly told me, 'Wow, that was really fucking good.’ And I said, 'Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?’”
Although Depeche Mode have not yet decided how they will release this film, Gahan is eager for people to see the whole thing and especially “Heroes.” In the meantime, he’s getting back into the headspace of performing live, and spreading the band’s new message of world awareness to audiences. By his estimation, the band has already sold over a million tickets to a few dozen stadium European stadium shows later this year, and the group is still finalizing plans for a U.S. tour; rehearsals begin in mid-February.
But it’s the early interest in the upcoming European leg that Gahan is most excited about, since many venues were nearly sold out before the release of the new single. “We spent a lot of years just fighting to be heard and to be respected,” he says. “One or two reviews of our past albums over the years have been pretty harsh. And you go, 'Oh, those people really don’t get us, they don’t get it.’”
But over the last nearly four decades, Depeche Mode have amassed a dedicated fan base, something that resonated with Gahan recently when he was working on a side project with the cinematic production team Soulsavers. One of the members of that group, Rich Machin, told him that Depeche Mode records like Violator and Songs of Faith and Devotion were among his favorites when he was 13.
“They were like what Diamond Dogs and Ziggy Stardust were to me, those albums where you sit in your bedroom wondering why you don’t fit in with the rest of the world,” Gahan says. “That’s what I was doing with David Bowie at that age. I had found somebody in him that I could understand, where I felt I was part of his world, when I felt alienated. And I think that’s why Depeche Mode appeals to a lot of people. Somehow it’s comforting, like, 'You’re not alone.’ You’re not, of course. None of us are. But music is the thing that crosses all boundaries and brings odd people together.”
It’s a sentiment that also echoed last year when it was announced that Depeche Mode were nominated for the first time to enter the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame but ultimately didn’t make it. “We’re not just part of the fabric, and I’m proud of that,” he says. “We stick out as being something that’s a little bit odd. We knew we weren’t going to get up there with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but someone wrote something like, 'They’re a band wearing eyeliner, writing pervy songs about twisted, weird, depressing subjects.’
"I took that as a massive compliment,” he continues. “Because we are a little odd, and we’ve always appealed to the odd out there, the odd in the world. Our fans and the people like ourselves are a squad that maybe didn’t quite feel right hanging out with others. We’re a little awkward, a little nerdy, a little different. We found each other and it became a gang.” He laughs, looking proud. “And it’s a pretty big gang now.”
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It’s rare we find Step Co.’s Universal Flop Socket (UFS!) With a UFS, you just plug the three prongs into any object, and BOOM instant flip flops pattern every time! Unfortunately customers soon attached the prongs to dark mattter… Man the 1960s were a wild time. Thank you andy for this rare throwback treat, and I hope you find the uppercase letter of your name soon!
‘this isnt my door but i’m a little drunk and your place looks comfier than the walk back to my room.’
‘you woke up and found me passed out in the hallway naked & were very kind about it. here’s your robe back’
‘you woke up and found me passed out in the hallway naked & took numerous photos. why’
‘my roomate dates your roomate and we’ve been sitting her awkwardly as they make out for the past 10 minutes. i’m going to pretend to smoke and you’re gonna follow me out’
‘you’re in my class and i never have a pen & you always give me yours so i got you a $20 gift card to office depo as an apology’
‘you’ve sat next to me in IT for the last year and now we’ve been partnered for something & i don’t know you’re name, this is awkward’
‘The three of us haven’t slept for days because finals but now they’re over and we’ve basically collapses in a big pile on the couch. we woke up this way’
‘I’ve seen you a few times around halls but I didn’t expect to wake up next to you’
‘You’re always late to breakfast and usually I enjoy watching you run in five minutes before the hall closes but today you didn’t even show up and I had to see why not. That’s why I’m at your door with a plate of waffles’
‘I was a little too drunk and you helped me back to my dorm. how did you know where my dorm was, again?’
‘I saw you had a shirt on for my favorite band so i wore my shirt of them the next day to send you the message but turns out you were doing it ironically’
‘i was dared to kiss the next guy/girl/ person who walked through the door. sorry. pucker up’
‘I was late for class and ran into you and broke your project and now i’m spending the next two weeks helping you fix it because I feel so bad’
‘You kept putting fliers for your goddamn dungeons and dragons meets under my door and i’ was sick of it so i went to one of the damn things to tell you to quit it but you’ve got me hooked on the game & i hate you’
‘My friends left me in a club & you recognised me from dorms and helped me get home/looked after me so i’m taking you out for coffee as a thanks’
‘We take the same bus every morning and share like three classes and are always sneaking glances at eachother but the bus has broken down and it looks like we’re walking together’
‘We’re roomies and you found out I hate the smell of coffee so you make a fresh POT of coffee every morning and i’m going to end you’
‘I always stop and listen to you singing in the shower but this time you caught me. I was just listening i sweAR’
‘The dorm rules said no pets but you’ve been keeping a ______ in your room for the last 4 months and i’ve bonded with it more than I have with you’
‘I like classical and you like screamo. We’re going to have to compromise’
‘You keep changing my alarm because its waking you up too but my classes start earlier and I might just kick you ass if you do it again’
‘My train was cancelled and you drove four hours to pick me up even though we’ve only been rooming for 3 weeks’
‘You keep putting marked lines on the milk carton so you can see noones used it so i just keep rubbing them off and using it then drawing new ones on to see if you’d really notice. you noticed’
‘There isn’t any toilet roll left but i just saw you leave the bathroom without saying a thing’
‘There are two plug ports but three of us. I end up with both of them’
‘you wear shirts with references to bands you know nothing about and it really irks me so i’m gonna have to say something about it’
‘How did they managed to room two people together who were so different?’
‘You always do long presentations and I fell asleep during one of them and you confronted me about it after’
‘we’re on the newspaper together and you keep trying to write articles about ______ and its something i feel strongly about too so we plan to take over the paper from the inside over coffee’
‘we’re on the newspaper together and you keep trying to write articles about ______ and its literally pissing everyone in the news room off’
‘you’re a parachute in the school & don’t take shit seriously and think interuptting my classes is funny. i’m gonna show you how it really isn’t’
‘we’ve both been listening to Beyonce on full blast for the last 2 days and dont see any end in it. our dorm is a paradise’
‘you always have your friends over and i’m trying to study can you all go play Mario Kart some place else’
‘you’re spending so much money on take out that i’m getting sick of seeing it so i’m teaching you how to cook’
‘we have to stay over the summer for make up classes & i’ve had a year of you bragging over your good grades, this is gold’
‘you ask me out on the very last day of the year and i’m just really mad because i’ve been waiting so long for you to goddamnit’
Campanelles ruminating on their existences on Sundays, The warble of thrush, its beak nipping at the snowflakes on paintbrush. A flower’s curtsy. A maiden’s smile.
When the chimneys blow smoke and obscure the sunrise (or, more accurately, when they try to). Evenings turning into way-past-midnights and the call of wine Amidst surreal guitar hooks and a violin’s sigh, A mellow piano piece that invokes humility. The walls of my room covered in melodies and pink paint, Pillows, blankets, and the dreams that hid inside them. The decay of Chuck Taylors, the snobbishness of Caterpillars. Octopi plugs and three-eyed sockets for three-pronged spears. Butterflies and idle treants. The discreet whispering of the woods When they think I am asleep and no one is listening. The ocean, the moon, and their eternal romance, The tireless going-through-their-phases. Words, and how they are never enough.
After seeing Luke take his turn with the new toy, Ashton’s still a little wary about it. Luke helps him warm up to the idea.
2,815 words; not the longest installment but honestly this is just Luke and Ashton having sex and feelings. I hope everyone likes it! :)
It’s a few weeks before Ashton gets his turn with the plug. They
have plenty of days off in that time, but with tour coming up soon, they spend
most of their downtime coming up with ideas for stupid stuff to do on stage and
learning how to say important things in other languages (my name is…, what’s
your name, where’s the bathroom, various curse words). Calum and Michael are
constantly making out (to the point that they can’t sit next to each other in
interviews or they’ll start fucking on the couch), and Luke and Ashton are,
They’re stuck, if you had to use a word for it. Sure, they made out
for a little bit before Luke’s turn with the plug, but they haven’t really talked about any of it yet, and they
haven’t kissed any more since that night, either, much to both of their dismay.
Luke doesn’t want to push Ashton too far too fast, and Ashton’s just afraid
that that night was a one-time situational thing, never to happen again. Truth
be told, Ashton’s apprehensive about his turn with the plug, and right now he’s
not sure that even Luke could talk him in to it.
Could someone write a Soulmates-have-identical-marks!AU with Katya/Violet where they found each other at RuPaul’s Drag Race and them dealing with it? Maybe something hurt/comfort? Thank you in advance. [x]
Sorry for the long wait, everyone!
Dedicating this chapter to theartificialwolf for the beautiful graphic they made for this fic, and to my beautiful anons and all the lovely people who have ever followed this story, whether you’ve been here from the beginning or have just discovered this fic. I love you all! 💋
Imam ibn al-Qayyim writes in Al-Wabil As-Sayyib that everything that happens in your life can be plugged into three categories: blessings, trials, and sins.Each category is a separate situation that demands a certainresponse to please our Creator, Sustainer, Allah.When you receive blessings you are to be grateful. To be grateful includes being thankful to Allah in your heart, spreading praise of Him with your tongue, and using what you’ve been given in a righteous way.When you receive trials you are to be patient. To be patient means preventing feelings of fear and despair to overtake your heart, refraining from complaining and blaming, and notallowing yourself to fall into sin and transgression because of your circumstances.When you commit sins you are to be repentant. To be repentant is to feel regret and remorse, to cease and desist from the sinful behavior, and to resolve to never return to it again.Because the Devil will come to you with complacency and heedlessness when you receive a blessing, he’ll come to youwith lust and stinginess when you receive a trial, and he’ll come with despair when you sin. This is his time-tested plan so prepare your soul!Via tom the taalib
Check it out, I found a pic of the Midnight Marauders album cover without anything obstructing the heads.
If you think about it like a grid, the left to right axis is numbered 1 to 8. The top to bottom axis is labeled A through G. So, for example, Puff Daddy at the bottom left has the coordinates “G1.” And Busta Rhymes, in the checkered bandana, has the coordinates “B8.”
I’ve done my best to identify all the heads in this pic. Can anybody identify the ones I missed?
A1 Daddy-O (of Stetsasonic) A2 Chuck D (of P.E.) A3 Too Short A4 Large Professor A5 Afrika Bambaataa A6 DJ Jazzy Joyce A7 Mike G (of The Jungle Brothers) A8 Afrika Baby Bam B1 Litro (ATCQ Road Manager) B2 Maseo (Plug Three, De La) B3 Posdnuos (Plug One, De La) B4 Ice T B5 Heavy D B6 Kool Moe Dee B7 Grandmaster Flash B8 Busta Rhymes C1 MC Lyte C2 Crazy Legs (of Rock Steady Crew) C3 Mr. Wiggles (of Rock Steady Crew) C4 Doug E. Fresh C5 Prince Po (of Organized Konfusion) C6 MCA C7 Mike D C8 Ad Rock D1 Doitall (of LOTU) D2 Litro again? D3 Slim Kid Tre (of The Pharcyde) D4 Romye (of The Pharcyde) D5 Fat Lip (of The Pharcyde) D6 Grandmaster D (Whodini’s DJ) D7 Diamond D D8 Special Ed E1 Casual E2 Del Tha Funkee Homosapien E3 Teddy Ted (of Awesome Two) E4 ? E5 ? E6 Pete Nice E7 Ruel (of Rock Steady Crew) E8 Mr. Funkyman (of LOTU) F1 Opio (of Souls of Mischief) F2 Phesto (of Souls of Mischief) F3 Tajai (of Souls of Mischief) F4 A-Plus (of Souls of Mischief) F5 ? F6 DJ Jazzy Jay F7 Skeff Anselm F8 Dallas Austin G1 Puff Daddy G2 Kid Kapri G3 Pee Wee Dance (of Rock Steady Crew) G4 DJ Evil Dee G5 Rashad Smith G6 Buckshot G7 5ft. Accelerator (of Black Moon) G8 Trugoy (of De La Soul)
We laid quietly together, intimately connected, my mind still dwelling on the emotions he brought out tonight. Holding his hand against my lips, I kissed it one more time knowing we couldn’t stay like this much longer.
“I’d love to stay inside you forever but I’m not sure my dick can take the pressure anymore.” Jared joked, causing me to giggle.
“Ouchhh, ouch! Stop laughing…that hurts!!” He practically shouted in my ear, his laughter not helping his cause either.
“I’m sorry!!! It’s just funny!!” I said doing my best to not laugh as he pushed his upper body up from my back.
“Yeah, well the spanking I’m going to give you if you don’t listen will definitely cure those giggles.” He stated, his tone serious but I could feel his smile at the same time.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be quiet.” I said with a smile as I looked over my shoulder.
Jared got to his knees, his hands resting on my lower back, “That’s good because I would have no problem enduring a bit more pain to spank your ass red right now if you choose to misbehave.” Jared said.
Trying to hide his smile, he tilted his head and bit his lip as he watched my reaction. I didn’t dare giggle because I knew although he was joking now, his patience can quickly disappear.
“What happened to pleasure pain?” I asked being totally cheeky as I smiled at him.
“You’re right! I love pleasure pain baby… I’m definitely going to take pleasure in making you ass painfully red!”
To make his point clear I watched him haul back and slap my ass. It wasn’t as hard as he could have done but it did surprise me none the less. My mouth dropped open but I didn’t make a sound. Mimicking me, he thought he was so hilarious.
“I was just asking!! I said I’d be good!”
“Just making sure…” he said smirking, “I know how sassy you can be.”
“Not true..” I stated, shaking my head, “I ALWAYS listen.”
I was joking, of course. The few rounds of punishment are proof of that. Though,I did try to be good. I don’t TRY to be sassy. Sometimes it just happens.
“You should stop while you’re ahead…” Jared said, probably a lot less seriously than I was taking it but I didn’t want to chance it.
“Yes Sir.” I responded, smiling over my shoulder at him.
I was glad instead of taking things more emotional, he broke the heaviness with a bit of humor. Had he gone the other way, I know I would have surely cried. Part of me felt so emotionally raw.
Breaking my train of thought, Jared gave me a light shake as he bent slightly forward.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine, I’m sorry… My mind was wondering.”
“Okay, as long as your sure.” He said skeptically.
“I am. I’m okay.” I tried to reassure him.
Alright, then I’m going to slowly pull out. It’s time.“ He warned probably knowing this was going to be extremely uncomfortable.
"Relax for me, baby.”
Although he wasn’t hard anymore he was still rather large so this was definitely going to be uncomfortable. As I considered how deep he was inside me, I also knew this was going to make taking a little three inch plug out seem like a walk in the park.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscles. As I exhaled, he began pulling his hips back. My GOD this really sucks. From the soft grunts he was making, it wasn’t all that pleasant for him either.
“Jesus you’re so tight baby…” Jared mumbled, his fingers gripping my hips as he continued to pull back.
He was determined so it didn’t take long and within a few minutes our connection was broken. I took a huge sigh of relief and could now truly relax since he was free. Sitting back on his knees, he took his own deep sigh, his hands still resting on my ass.
I still hadn’t moved. I wasn’t ready yet.
“My God baby, your ass is so fucking hot.” He murmured.
Massaging my cheeks, he bent forward giving me a kiss on my ass, his hands never leaving my skin. Using his fingers to open my cheeks just slightly, he watched as cum dripped from my puckered hole.
“Mine.” He said quietly, more to himself than to me.
Softly gliding his finger from my opening to my tight hole, he gathered cum on his finger that had oozed out. Smearing it around my taint, he praised me.
“You did so good, baby…”
The skin around my tight hole was so sensitive that although he was gentle, the burn was real and it sent shivers across my body. My fingers gripped the sheets a little tighter as a small moan fell from my lips.
Lifting off his calves, Jared reached for my waist wanting to pull me into a sitting position on his lap.
“Come here baby.”
Pushing myself up, thankfully with his help, I sat on the tops of his thighs. I loved sitting like this with him. Jared’s arms wrapped around my body as he quietly held me. A lot happened tonight and he instinctively knew I needed his comfort. Feeling his lips press gentle kisses on my neck, I cuddled into him.
My arms covered his as he lovingly held me, I wanted to hold him too. I wanted every part of him touching every part of me.
“You baby girl, are absolutely amazing.” Jared whispered in my ear as he rubbed his nose against my cheek, “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you..” I replied softly turning my nose against his cheek, “Tonight was incredible. All of it. You are incredible.”
Tightening his embrace, we just sat there together lost in our own thoughts…in our own emotions. I could feel myself getting lost in my emotions again but as soon as I recognized it, I tried my hardest to fight it.
Sometimes I really hated how emotionally raw he made me. That rawness, that fear of this being taken away took me from an amazing high to dwelling on fear. Never have I had someone in my life that I was scared of loosing like I’m scared of loosing him.
What’s crazy is that this was ALL on me. He’s never given me a single reason to fear that possibility but I still did. Tears welled in my eyes and I bit my lip hoping to will them away.