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Charlie Puth ❤️

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Harry Styles

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EVANESCENCE Joined By PAPA ROACH's JACOBY SHADDIX For 'Bring Me To Life' Performance At Germany's ROCK AM RING

PAPA ROACH frontman Jacoby Shaddix joined EVANESCENCE on stage on June 3 at the Rock Am Ring festival in Nürburgring, Germany to perform EVANESCENCE's breakthrough 2003 hit "Bring Me To Life". Video of his appearance can be seen below.

Last August, "Bring Me To Life" experienced a resurgence 19 years after its original release. The song, which initially reached No. 5 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 and was EVANESCENCE's first U.K. No. 1 single, climbed to No. 1 on the U.S. iTunes chart.

In February 2022, EVANESCENCE's music video for "Bring Me To Life" surpassed one billion views on YouTube. The Philipp Stölzl-directed clip, which was uploaded to YouTube in December of 2009, was filmed in Romania in January 2003. It features singer Amy Lee in a night gown and barefoot, in her room, inside a tall building in the city at night. The rest of the band is playing on a higher floor of the building.

The album version of "Bring Me to Life" — which featured guest vocals from Paul McCoy of 12 STONES — was included on the soundtrack of superhero film "Daredevil".

In 2021, Amy spoke to Germany's Sonic Seducer about the lyrical inspiration for "Bring Me To Life".

"I remember what I wrote 'Bring Me To Life' about, because I wrote it about my current husband before we were married," she said. "There was this moment — I was in a tough place and in a bad relationship. And my husband now, Josh, at the time was just a friend and a person that I barely knew; it was maybe the third or fourth time we'd ever met. And we went in to go grab a seat at a restaurant while our friends parked the car. And we sat across from each other, and he looked at me and he just said, 'So, are you happy?' And it took me so off guard, and I just felt Like it pierced my heart, because I felt like I had been pretending really well, and it was, like, somebody could see through me. And then that whole first verse came out of it: 'How can you see into my eyes, like open doors.' It really made me feel and recognize the sense of yearning that I had to get to a better place. And it really kind of set me out on a journey. And it's amazing that that became the song, the first song that broke us on to the scene and made everyone hear of us, because it was about something — I don't know — something so personal that I was recognizing in my life."

In March 2021, Lee told Alternative Press that EVANESCENCE's original record label Wind Up threatened not to release the group's debut album, "Fallen", if she and her bandmates didn't add a male voice to lead single "Bring Me To Life" to make it more palatable for radio.

"Fallen" sold more than 10 million copies in the U.S. and won two Grammys, including "Best Rock Performance" for "Bring Me To Life".

EVANESCENCE's latest album, "The Bitter Truth", arrived in March 2021 via BMG. It was EVANESCENCE's first album of original music in ten years.

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[whalyrae]

PERFECT - ONE SHOT - M.JOON

Genre : fluff fluff fluff, a little of angst but it's a happy ending I promise !

Pairing : Minjoon my babies ♥

Word count : 1.4k

A/N : Hi hi ! No it's not an update for the old guard or dance with me ...!! I had this one shot I wrote years ago in french and I wanted to share it to my english readers ! Hope you'll like it !

I recommand to listen to Perfect by Ed Sheeran while reading it! :)

Also don't hesistate to follow me on twitter I follow back of course ! Let's be moots and friends ! ♥

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I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a boy beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love…

The strings of the old acoustic guitar vibrated to the rhythm of the music imposed by the solitary musician. His deep, suave voice took over the music, while the lyrics flowed slowly, softly. A slight Korean accent betrayed his English accent. But this only added to the purity and uniqueness of this song. With his eyes closed, the musician let himself go, paying no attention to his environment - he always told him that what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine... 

Sitting alone in a park, leaning against an old Japanese cherry tree in full bloom this autumn, he couldn't help seeing his face invade his mind as he sang this song. He knew for a fact that Ed Sheeran had always been his favourite singer, and that's why he'd learned it. He wanted to play it to him for his birthday, which happened to be today. But he wasn't there. Everything had gone wrong so quickly.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered under neath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight... 

He danced in the dark. But an unbearable darkness. All he wanted to do was dance in the dark in his arms. But he was in the dark, alone, without him, without his arms. He was in a labyrinth of pain, regrets and memories that were only deepening the gaping hole in his heart. But despite everything, anyone would understand that he was madly in love. And that was why he was singing it on that balmy October evening. Even if he wasn't there with him, he still wanted to sing it.

Well I found a man, stronger than anyone I know He shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share his home£ I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting again stall odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my boy, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes.

All his words described him so much. This song described them perfectly. They had known each other since the school sandbox. And as far as he could remember, the artist wanted to spend his life with him. At first, being young and innocent, no one interpreted this as love, and neither did the two protagonists. But as the years went by, the jealousy, attraction and feelings grew stronger and stronger. The more time passed, the more they fell in love with each other. Male or not, they didn't care; they always both believed that love had no appearance, no sex. In their eyes, love knew no boundaries.

And four years ago, one December evening, he took the first step, the musician kissed him, under the same Japanese cherry tree where he was at the moment. It had all been so beautiful, so perfect, so sweet. He would always remember the taste of her lips. And he would give anything to feel them against his own again, against his skin. Just as he wanted more than anything in the world to be able to feel her body against his again, to show him other than through words, how much he loved him.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight...

Yes, he didn't deserve him. Unfortunately, his love wasn't enough: he had to be so clumsy, so awkward in his words and the way he acted towards others. All it took was one misinterpreted gesture on his part for him to think he didn't love him any more, that he'd found someone better. And he left, tears rolling down his slightly chubby cheeks that he loved kissing so much. They both thought they weren't good enough for each other, the younger one in particular. And yet for the singer, even a song like the one he was singing now wasn't even enough to say how madly in love he was with him.

A sob reached the singer's ear and he opened his eyes, without stopping his singing or his guitar. But he almost stopped when he saw him face to face, how long had he been listening to him? He hesitated to stop and take him in his arms, hating to see him in this state, but at the sight of his shining eyes staring at him, he straightened up and started again, his voice sounding more melodious, more powerful, a certain gentleness having been added when he plunged his gaze into his. Because now he wasn't singing just for himself, but for the man in front of him, his soul mate, his better half.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And he looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight. 

Slowly, the younger man moved closer to the man with the guitar, running a hand through his blond hair, something he did when he was embarrassed, making the guitarist smile softly. As soon as he caught sight of him, all his pain and aches dissipated, and all negative feelings disappeared from his being, as they did every time he was in the company of the younger man.

The song came to an end, and the melody stopped. The musician placed his guitar against the tree trunk and approached the youngest, only a few millimeters away. The young blond hid his face in his hands, crying his eyes out, apologizing several times between sobs. “Joonie…”

The man called Joonie gently grabbed his younger's wrists, letting him see his beautiful face. His slightly rounded cheeks were now covered in a light pink tinge, making him all the more adorable. Without waiting, the brunet took his angel in his arms, hugging him with all his strength. Being smaller than Namjoon, the blond laid his head against his chest, his sobs starting up again as he felt his elder's arms around him, his warmth invading him. He felt all the more guilty because he'd almost never felt that way again, and God, he'd rather die than not feel Namjoon next to him.

“Calm down Love,” the dark-haired man whispered softly against his shoulder, “it's down to me to apologize…”

The blond shook his head, disagreeing with his words. It was his own fault, he'd always been a bit melodramatic around the edges, but like everything else, it was something Namjoon loved about him. But his last words warmed his heart with a gentle warmth that only the guitarist could provide.

Slowly, the younger raised his head, gazing into the musician's eyes. The musician placed both hands on his cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears, his thumbs gently caressing them. He let out a small sigh of relief, having missed the warmth of Namjoon's protective hands.

“Hyung,” said the blond shyly, “will you sing it for me again?”

Namjun's lips stretched, a tender smile taking place on the face the blonde loved so much. Slowly, he broke the space between them and placed his lips on his. A simple kiss was all it took to make the other understand the boundless love he had for him. The two lovers closed their eyes, enjoying this moment as the most precious of all, for more than four years of their relationship. A moment that would remain engraved in their memories forever.

“Of course, Jimin,” Namjoon murmured softly against his lips, “I'll sing it to you as many times as you like.”

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Okay I really thought the Magnetic Fields song “Going Back to the Country” was Doing Something (something uncomfortable and intense) by having a male narrator namecheck Laramie, Wyoming as the place where he wants to meet a boy and settle down and raise kids, but there’s a line I wasn’t hearing about “I’m still that barefoot lady” and now I am unsure? Like, maybe it’s still a male narrator and this is the “gay she”, or maybe it’s like… meta, having a male singer sing this female POV? I’m confused and curious.

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From the smut prompts, my sweetheart, may I request #43 and our blankie boy, Will Miller? 💚

Distraction

Pairing: Will Miller x Female Reader

Rating: M (Mature), E (Explicit), NSFW, 18+ Only Please

Warnings: smut, Dom Will, daddy kink, spanking, protected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation (slut is used), Pandemic talk,

Word count: 9,173 (Yeah I know, it's Will's fault.)

Summary: He’s left you without his present since early that morning, sequestered away in his office, virtual meetings with the Directors of the VA along with talks to give. No pandemic would knock Will off his schedule. Nope only you could throw that monkey wrench into his plans.

Notes: Written for the beautiful @lucrezia-thoughts asking for prompt #43 “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” With our original blankie boy Will Miller, I’m sorry for the long wait my dove but I do so hope you enjoy this little piece of fluff/filth.

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Forever’s: @chickensarentcheap @jedi-mando

You and bored never a good combination especially when Will’s home but unavailable for cuddles during movies or those sweet kisses you love to get from him and miss when he’s hold up in his office. You’d gone to see if he’s hungry for lunch but with a shake of his sun kissed golden blond head you back out. Pressed against the door just to hear his voice rumble out from under the small gap between door and floor. With a sigh you head back to the living room and the marathon session watching season eleven of Supernatural.

The fidgeting started towards the end of the second episode in needing to at least see him. Call it needy but you didn’t care not when he’s kept himself away for the last three days. With not much contact except at night and even then weary and stress laden from lectures caused him to fall asleep pretty damn quick. He’d toss and turn later in the night till soothed back asleep by your gentle hands and whispered words. Greed now coats your emotions for his attention and touch as those thoughts swim through your mind.

Flicking off the tv you head for his office not bothering to knock just ease into the room quiet barefooted steps eating up the distance between door and desk. Late afternoon sunshine filtering in through the blinds casting Will in a warm golden glow that steals your breath making a small gasp exist parted lips. Alerting him to your presence eyes flick between screen and your comically wide stare. He would’ve quietly laughed at had the Zoom call used video only.

At this rate blond brow rose in question, eyes move back towards the screen, “Yes sir the Zoom meetings fair well so far. Things just need to get back to normal rather meet in person than have twenty little windows dotting my computer screens.” Deep male chuckle sounds from the small speakers set on opposite sides. Will spares another quick glance your way, resting his eyes on your sweet face for a moment longer than he should. Having missed your very presence and longing to hold you. But duty calls in the form of his meeting with the VA director and one last speech session to follow.

“I hear ya Miller wishing this shit would take a hike myself. Stuck at home while nice the first couple weeks. I’m climbing the walls now and need a way out,” exasperation clearly heard through the deep baritone of Director Singers voice.

In the back of Will’s mind he agrees with the older man maybe because time seems so little between the two of you right now. Even with him working from home he’s spending more time hold up in his office than in your arms. A fact he’s wanting to change, going so far as to ask for a week off not that he’s told you yet. Wanting to surprise you with his plans even spoke with your boss about giving time off.

“Bobby you done yet I need a hand with the kids, Dean’s got his head stuck in the banister,” barely contained panic colors her exasperated tone giving Will an apologetic grimace through the computer screen. Thankful Will’s on screen instead of another asshole who wouldn’t be so gracious.

Giving Will a pointed look through the screen, “See climbing and needing out,” gruff chuckle making its way through the speakers to your ears. “Talk again next week Miller till then I’m off to butter up my oldest and find out why he decided to stick his head where it doesn’t belong. Take it from me don’t have children.”

“Next week sir don’t let the kids run over you,” honey warm chuckle leaves Will’s lips you suspect the director rolled his eyes but returned the smile.

Having met the man a number of times when joining Will on his lecture tours. Gruff exterior but good hearted teddy bear of a man especially to his family.

With the call ended you come around his desk perching on the corner bare legs swinging his grey henley coming to your knees. “Forgot to tell him hello from me Ironhead,” playful tone to your voice as he turns to face you.

Legs going automatically into his lap, feet flat over his denim encased thighs gliding against the tight muscles that flex under your feet. Running the length a few times to pause up high toes wiggling against his crotch brushing slowly to tempt him.

“Honey,” brow lifts in question to your movements not the statement. Large warm hands grip each ankle to pause the progress knowing the ending destination would only distract him from the coming lecture. “Be good sweetheart,” voice dropping an octave a firm quality entering the cadence one that has you sitting up straighter.

Innocent eyes bat lashes his way, “I’m always a good girl for you daddy,” toes wiggle in reminder of there position. “Besides you’ve locked yourself away all day I need a little time with you. I’ve missed you even though your not but feet from me,” bottom lip poking out in a pout.

“I know you do honey and I’ve missed you to but I’ve got one more lecture to finish…” swallowing harshly, eyes narrowing when your legs part and he finds you bare under his shirt. “That’s cheating sweetheart,” stormy blues darken drawing out little flecks of grey capping the waves of blue that roll over your body. “Just let me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

You could take his promises to the bank for cash and they wouldn’t bounce that’s not the problem. It’s the fact you haven’t seen much of your love in the last days. Between his career and yours time to yourselves seems too slipped by like sands through an hour glass and you don’t want that to happen not with Will. Your relationship means too much though you understand he’s busy didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him just a little. See how far you could push your daddy before he snaps and punishes you. Though you also knew he had a will like iron hints his call sign.

“Such big promises you make daddy,” with a slackened grip you pull your feet free to stand and straddle one thigh. Rubbing your slick folds along the hard muscular length deliberately pausing to let your essence soak into his jeans. While your fingers tease along his bearded jawline, short nails combing through the thick growth to scratch skin lightly. Knowing how much he can’t resist the feeling not missing the shiver it causes to cascade down his body.

Warm hands grip your hips nimble fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold you in place a subtle flexing of his thigh garnering a gasp from you. A pleased hum reverberates through his chest watching your reactions drinking in the stare of your heavy libbed eyes. He want’s to indulge to tease till your screaming his name. “My needy girl, soaking my jeans like a good little slut making such a mess outta my thigh.”

Head lolling in affirmation with the little bounce Will adds brushing his flexing thigh against your clit just right to send pleasurable tingles racing through you veins. Mind centered on every movement no matter how minuscule the greedy part of you absorbing the feelings. Drawn in by the pleasurable brush of rough jeans covered thigh swaying under you in feather light blushes against your folds. Will’s strong hands hold you just millimeters above his thigh that bounces. Teasing you to no end watching every expression flitter across your beautiful face. The way it scrunches up in frustration knowing the need you have for the release he’s denying.

“Please daddy,” whimpered words slipping passed slight parted lips. Fluttering eyelids open pinning Will with a desperate need. “Just a little more,” wiggling in his tight grip unsuccessfully trying to press down flush against his thigh.

Craving an orgasm that’s not brought forth by your own hand or toy that pales in comparison to having Will buried deep inside you. Having his fingers or cock, play your body like the master virtuoso dragging ever manner of sounds and orgasms from your body, till spent and cock drunk.

His words taken away by a shrill noise breaking the sexual tension filled silence. Replaced by a disappointing statement from a desire roughened deep voice. “I’m sorry honey duty calls but I promise an hour tops then I’m all yours.”

Pout returning but you understood no matter how disappointed the thought of having to leave him made you. “I’m going to hold you to that daddy,” standing on shaky legs from the denied pleasure. You lean over to give him a quick kiss, lingering for a moment teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue. Tracing the seam wanting to deepen the kiss but another beep makes you groan and pull away.

“Be good sweetheart,” stern note to his tone that shoots straight to your core making you throb and whimper. He gives you a pointed look before addressing the soldiers joining the Zoom meeting.

You turn with a huff going all of twenty feet towards the soft butter grey leather couch sitting opposite his deck to plop down. Arms crossed staring holes into the screens hiding Will from your view. His voice washing over you like the warmth of a soft blanket on a cold winters night, reciting the speech he's given many times. One that’s imprinted in your memory from all the trips taken when work permitted.

Knowing the exact time he’s winding down you slip quietly from the couch. Crawling on hands and knees towards his desk. Mindful of wires, the desk legs and his, you each Will right when he’s explaining about the cursed ex bitch. Though you’ve come to see her as a blessing rather than a curse because you wouldn’t have Will had she stuck around. For a moment you sit back on your heels peeking between his screens to catch little glimpses of the man you love. Passionately speaking about what he loves and how the discharging service men and women should think about where they’re going to land once civilian’s. Hung up on the slow deep timber of his voice watching his lips, slightly chapped but feather soft, form the words. Transfixed by the movement to hear a single word. Knowing exactly what those lips can draw out of you from low moans of pleasure to keening mewls of frustration, screams of completion and truly everything in between.

The light cough of a woman breaks you from musing on a single part when you know there’s so much more to William Miller than just his lips. For instance the denim encased legs shuffling under the desk right in front of you. A wicked idea pops into your mind one you know will get you into so much trouble. But worth the punishment and pleasurable pain he’ll deal out. You’ve always warned Will that you and bored never mix well.

With that thought in mind, one hand reaches out fingertips tracing the seam of his well worn jeans. Drawing a slight jump from his body at the tender touch which makes you giggle and peek up at him from under the desk. Grey flecked blues lock for a moment giving a warning then away to finish what he’s saying. You on the other hand ignore the admonishment in favor of a little fun by tip toeing your fingers along the inside seam of his right thigh.

Trailing up to slide back down repeating the action several times getting higher each consecutive trip upwards. The little hitch in his voice the only outward sign that your teasing has an effect. Till one hand slips under the desk single finger raised in warning. But in actuality its the number of swats your ass will feel if you keep up this course of action. The system set up between the two of you three months into the relationship as a warning while out in public. The reminder brings soft giggles to leave your lips at the appearance of his lone finger. You reach out to grasp his wrist while leaning forward pushing your breasts against his knee. Letting him know you really don’t have anything on under your shirt. To wrap your lips around just the tip of his finger sucking hard. Lips sealing around the callused digit you slip deeper into your mouth tongue running around the length. Ears picking up the clearing of his voice and shifting of his hips, the noticeable tent growing in his jeans. The other hand appearing with two fingers up this time.

You hazard a glance upward to see him staring straight ahead though there’s a light flush to his neck, subtle tick in his jaw and that hitch to his breathing getting worse. Making you smirk sliding your free hand higher to pause right before the growing bulge in his jeans. Teasing with feather light caresses against the thickening ridge while his finger stays trapped and laved by your tongue in the warm confines of your mouth. Only pulling off to give a nip to the tip watching as three fingers now appear. The very thought has your thighs rubbing together in order to find some kind of fiction for you throbbing clit.

Your own fingers take a detour from the inside of his thigh up the bronzed zipper covering the very piece of him you want to taste. Grasping the little pull tab right as he yanks his wrist free to slap over your hand trapping you in place and earning a fourth finger. Eyes trace up his rapidly rising and falling chest you want to cuddle against. Lingering on the slow bob of his Adams apple you couldn’t wait to wrap your lips around. Pausing on his mouth still speaking though appearing to quickly get the words out now which makes you giggle and rise up.

Removing your hand from under his to place one on each knee to spread his legs and fit your body between. Head ducking to not hit or make noise and lay cheek down on his thigh staring up into grey capped stormy blue waves that glance down ensnaring you in the intensity. Only to blink and he’s focused back on the computer screen in front. Making you pout for a moment but thought better of the annoyance knowing the importance of Will’s job. No matter how much you tease him there’s a line you wouldn’t cross not while busy anyway.

With that thought in mind you keep still sort of. Playfully tracing patterns over his inner thigh, ghosting across the hardened ridge just inches from your face. Feeling all five fingers rest at the back of your head tapping against your skull gently having earned your fifth swat of the night. You’d go for broke but the final words of his speech pass between slightly clinched teeth before you can do more than palm his cock. Subtle twitch against your fingers brings a smirk to your lips that you lean forward and nuzzle into the denim covered warmth.

Quick glance upward to see he’s still focused on the computer screen your right hand moves carefully from his knee to the button of his jeans. Nimble fingers sliding the little metal disk free, fingers tightening around the back of your head. His eyes drop with a raised golden brow to lock with yours.

“You’re at five honey you really gonna make it six?” Tension fills his deep sexy timber sending a shiver down your spine.

With a shrug and playfully innocent eyes you grasp the zipper tab, slowly inching the little metal teeth open each catching with its descend. Till tucking home at the bottom your palm flat and sliding between the parted fabric to cup his hot shaft. Gliding along the cotton of his boxer briefs to where you think the crown rests. Fingers teasingly swiping the damp patch, watching with desire blown eyes the movement of his Adams apple and the darkening of his eyes.

Another twitch makes you giggle, “Seems I have an interested party in my hands daddy. May I have a taste?” Salivating at the thought of having his thick cock resting on your tongue. Sliding down your throat and making you gag just perfectly for his ears.

However, the look in his stormy blue eyes speak of something much different. Of punishment and his own brand of teasing that’ll have you a whimpering whining mess in no time. With those thoughts swirling around his mind, Will pushes back from his desk. Your hand slipping from his jeans and body slumping forward with the loss of contact. A smack to his own thigh gets your attention to raise your eyes. Watching on bated breath for the pats that come next accompanying by the come hither motion of two fingers at your eye level.

“Good girls get to taste sweetheart,” grasping the hand you give him to help you up. Those same fingers tease along your outer thighs pushing the cotton fabric of you shirt up. “Bad girls get punished,” subtle tip of his head to the side gaze tracing a blazing path up your body. Pausing to see how the shirt fabric tents over your pebbled taut nipples. “Shame to I had plans for you honey one that included feasting on these beautiful breasts.” Nimble fingers tip toe up your tummy, wrap around the protruding nipples and pinching hard to make you gasp.

Low whimper exists your parted lips as your thighs rub together. Feeling slick slipping down your skin more added with the harsh tugs that followed. “But daddy I’m your good girl didn’t interfere till I couldn’t take it anymore and needed near you.”

“And you think that excuses the distraction you caused towards the end of my speech?” Shaking your head no, chin lowering to your chest with a trembling bottom lip. Preferring the punishment to scolding any day, but the decision rests with Will on how best to admonish you.

With no answer Will brings his left hand up to pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Dragging said callused thumb over your bottom lip to pull it free, stern cadence swimming through a low pitch. “Answer me honey? Do you think that excuses you from your punishment?”

“No daddy it doesn’t,” trying to lower your chin, his fingers holding tight. So your eyes drop instead.

Softening just a pinch though he gives nothing away not yet, “Shirt off, over my lap you will count all ten,” wide eyes fly up to Will’s thinking you’ve miss understood. “You heard right honey ten and you will count all out loud. The number and thank you daddy will pass those pretty lips of yours nothing more or I’ll add two for every sound. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy,” heart thumping behind its cage of bone and flesh, keeping your gaze locked with Will’s as your body vibrates in anticipation tinged with a need to feel the stinging smack of his large palm on your ass.

Gentle fingers brush over your cheek drawing you from the thoughts filtering through your mind. “Good girl,” standing Will takes your hand leading you towards the grey leather couch. Taking the seat you previously occupied and patting his thigh, “Over my lap sweetheart that pretty ass of yours up in the air.”

Tugging the bottom of your shirt in reminder to take it off. Quick to comply tossing the shirt behind you and with his help carefully laying across his thighs. Head coming to rest on the couch’s arm, ass up feeling cool air whisper across your dripping folds making a shiver chase down your spine. Rough fingertips follow the same path down the center of your body between your ass cheeks and through your soaked folds.

“I think you like the idea of this punishment a little too much sweetheart,” warmth of his hand moves and you have to bite off the whimper that wants to leave your mouth.

Waiting for that first smack that doesn’t come and your impatience surfaces with your body wiggling under the bulge nestled against your tummy. Fixing to ask when it lands hard on your left cheek palm soothing over the stinging flesh. “One thank you daddy,” leaves your throat on a barely held back scream of surprise.

Nine more follow each with varying degrees of intensity landing five to each cheek till your ass burns, aches and tingles. Tears slipping down your face, throat parched from crying out your punishment numbers. Though you reason most of the moisture in your body leaks from your quivering cunt making a mess over Will’s thigh and the couch.

“Did so good for me honey,” helping you to carefully get up then straddle his thighs to keep your stringing ass from touching the rough denim of his jeans. Will reaches over towards the end table drawer to pull a small bottle of lotion out.

A generous amount into the palm of his hand he rubs together before soothing the cool lotion over your ass garnering a low whimper from your parched throat. “Thank you Daddy.”

Darkened stormy blues search your features, “Color sweetheart?” Worry lacing his cadence. Slipping from his dominate roll for a moment with another whimper that leaves your lips. A moment of worry dances across his thoughts. Fearing too heavy handed in his punishment had hurt you.

“Green daddy,” trying to keep still and not irritate the sting. His tender touch makes you whimper and press carefully into his warm lotion coated palms while nuzzle into his neck. “I’m okay daddy,” voice raspy and dry. “Thank you I’ll try not to distract you like that again,” snuggling into his arms wincing when your stinging ass brushes over his denim covered thighs. Reminding you to think twice before distracting Will again.

In return Will presses lips into your temple still gently dragging his hands over the globes of your ass. Fingers brushing across your soaked folds, one slipping between and pressing your clit with sharp little circles. Garnering a mewling whine from the back of your parched throat.

“My girl ready for those three orgasms I promised?” Smirk tugging at his lips that drag down to brush over the shell of your ear. “Answer me honey,” firm tone returning with two fingers slipping into your quivering cunt. Earning you a deep groan, at finding you soaked, from the man playing your body like a well tuned instrument. Stroking each key, making you sing so prettily for him.

Playing each spot with long tapered fingers that know exactly how to move and crook forwards just right to pull a panting groan from your chest. Stroking the little spongy spot which never fails to make you go crossed eyed and grasp his broad shoulders tightly.

“Yes, daddy,” existing on a whine of need when his fingers withdraw only to slip over your clit bullying the little pulsing pearl before giving a hard pinch. Body jolting at the sudden pleasurable pain makes you rock over the prominent ridge of his cock desperate need to have him deep inside you. “Please daddy.”

Those wrecked cries, how sweetly you beg sends pleasurable shockwaves to crash along his veins, tugging at his resolve to give in and easily slide inside you. “I’ve barely touched you sweetheart,” words cooed into your ear through gritted teeth that snag your flesh between the pearly whites sucking a small mark just behind your ear. “And your already begging for me to fill you.”

While speaking Will flicks your clit twice more with your slick coating his finger, circles the thumping nerve bundle and slides back inside joined by two of his buddies. Palm keeping the right pressure on your clit, rubbing circles while thrusting those three digits inside your velvet walls. Feeling them get sucked and squeezed deeper inside your channel. A grunt pushing passed his lips at feeling your slick drip down against his cotton boxer briefs. Soaking the material and adding fire to the flames of desire licking up his spine. Accompanying the need to bury himself balls deep inside and making you drunk on his cock.

However, Will’s a man of his word and three orgasms he’ll pull from your willing body before giving into his pleasure. The first nearing completion with each thrust of nimble digits, palm pressed firmly to encircle your little pleasure button. Hips rolling against his fingers adding to the building pressure. Nails digging into the soft cotton of his dark blue button down wishing for skin beneath your fingers instead. Moans escaping your bitten lips that Will captures messily in a desperate kiss his tongue licking inside you mouth on the first pass. Drawing out the whimpering mewls of pleasure that he never can get enough of.

“That’s it little one fuck Daddy’s fingers I know you want to cum,” low growl vibrates through his chest as your walls squeeze his fingers tightly. “Can feel my pretty pussy quivering around my fingers,” breathless words pass between the small space left open by your lips both panting for air.

Another moan answers his words accompanied by a shutter skittering down you spine. Pleasure collecting low in your tummy, warmth spreading out from the moment he touched you has grown into a wild fire. The sensations only doubling with the effect of his deep timbered voice whispering the filthiest things into your ear.

“Daddy,” high whine leaves parted lips when his own latch onto that little spot on your neck that never fails to make you plaint in his arms. Especially with the added stimulation of his teeth gently raking over the left behind bruise.

Trailing his hot mouth over the soft skin of your collarbone occasionally biting to sooth with licks and kisses. Tasting the slightly saltiness of you body with each pass of his lips. Nudging your backwards in his hold — arm now wrapped loosely around your waist — to slouch just a touch and bring you forward against. Pink and wet, his tongue slips out from between those kiss swollen lips to tease the pebbled nipple. “Yes, honey?” Stormy blue ringed black orbs snag your pleasure filled eyes reading the want written in their depths causing a proud smirk to tug at his very kissably plush lips. Feeling how close to tipping over the edge Will slows his fingers making another impatience whine leave your lips. “Sweetheart I need an answer or I stop and leave you dangling on the edge of your orgasm.”

“You wouldn’t?” However, one look in those stormy desire filled eyes speaks of a different answer. One that makes you swallow harshly and try to form the words held captive by the pleasure now ebbing away with the slowing of Will’s fingers. Palm still pressing but it to stops just resting slick covered against your throbbing clit. Making you wiggle in his arms to find that fiction till a sharp sting to your ass reminds you who’s in charge. “Please I wanna cum, wanna feel your fingers inside me daddy please, please let me cum.”

“You beg so prettily for me honey,” teasing his fingers with a few wiggles before pulling them out making you whimper at the lost. Only to pull a gasp out when he thrusts them back through your quivering soaked walls. Setting a hard quick pace, “This what you want my perfect little slut?” Nodding in answer to his question, “Fuck yourself on my fingers sweetheart and cum for me.”

Wet squelching sounds mingle with your moans and gasps in the otherwise quiet room. Long tapered fingers reaching that spongy little spot making your eyes roll back breath coming out quicker. Hands grasping for purchase on his shirt covered shoulders while trying to gain the right leverage and angle. Rolling your hips against his hand desperation coating your veins and movements. Smashing your mouth against his the kiss once more sloppy and frenzied tangle of tongues sliding against each other.

Adding fuel to the growing fire within your tummy that’s starting to spread out with each quick thrust of those nimble fingers. Palm tightly pressed against your clit back and forth motion causing stars to explode behind tightly closed lids. Wrenched your mouth from Will’s moaning, “Daddy please,” thighs shake around his knees trying to keep yourself up and moving against his hand.

While you try to hold back just a moment longer enjoying the sensations running through your veins. But the building pressure becomes too much as your orgasm washes over you soaking his fingers and palm. Wringing a shuttering gasp from your lips as you fall against his chest whimpering when his fingers pull out carefully hating the emptiness left behind. Panting for breath and thanking him softly with little kisses. That make him smile at the tenderness you’re showing while he savors your honey from his fingers. Cleaning each finger slowly while his free hand rubs little circles around your back and cooing sweet words into your ear.

“Think you can move sweetheart?” Carefully cupping your ass, mindful of the fact it’s still warm and most likely stinging to the touch.

Making another whimper slip out but you nod, nuzzling your mouth into his neck, and gently bitting down on the thick corded column of his throat. Causing a shutter to run down Will’s back his hands tighten around your ass to press your still dripping core against his painfully hardened cock.

“Want you inside me daddy please,” pressing down and rocking twice against his pelvis drawing a low growl to vibrate out of his chest and a smile to bloom over your lips.

Pinching your chin between index and thumb to bring your lips up for a soft kiss, tangling his tongue delicately with yours. Fingers slipping up to cup your cheek and hold you in place while he tenderly slips his tongue against yours, sliding together and licking into the warm cavern of your mouth. Making you dizzy and drunk on his kiss and desperate for more when he breaks away to brush little kisses against your lips. “Patiences honey you’ll get what you want soon,” grinning when you chase his mouth for more kisses.

Standing Will holds you against him taking the two steps towards his desk chair to place you carefully down. Getting a confused look to furrow your brow, “Daddy?” Body vibrating from your first orgasm breath coming out quickly still as you rake your eyes over Will’s still clothed body. While your completely naked in his desk chair parched for a much different reason and it’s not just for water.

Boyish smile slides over his lips that he licks oh so slowly while his eyes slide over your body. Taking in each inch of your perfect form that never fails to arouse and tempt. Even the parts you detest he’ll worship and remind you how beautiful he sees you.

On that thought Will reaches behind him for the half full bottle of water to hand you, “Drink princess.” Wanting to always take care of you even during and after punishments.

Accepting, you drink greedily missing when Will drops to his knees. Waiting till your finished to carefully tug and spread your legs, fitting his broad body between your knees. Will takes the empty bottle to toss over his shoulder before surging forward and capturing your mouth with open kisses, tongue leading the furious assault to slide against yours. Punching out an unexpected moan from deep within your chest, heart fluttering at the passionate kiss. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck to try and pull him up against you. Needing to feel his warmth and breath in the scent of his sweaty musk.

But he breaks the kiss trailing bruised and slick lips along your jaw making you shiver, by passing the spot he knows will make you fall apart, to linger over your collarbone. Pausing to worship your breasts, one large hand cupping the globe in his warm palm and giving a squeeze. Thumb and forefinger pinching the pebbled nipple before tugging, getting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. While his mouth latches onto the twin, tongue flicking quickly before sucking harshly and teeth scrapping to nip just the tip.

Smug smirk slides over his lips at the gasps and moans leaving your mouth, the way your moving in his chair, squirming under his mouth and touch. Thighs rubbing and squeezing against his sides, legs wrapping around Will’s torso to pull him closer, trying to rut yourself against him. Wanting to find any kind of friction for your throbbing clit as Will’s mouth works over your breasts. Leaving wet trails between taut shining nipples to move just a friction back to place those same wet kisses along your tummy.

Driving a path over your body Will knows how to navigate in order to drag those whimpering whines from the back of your throat. To turn you to jelly in his arms and he’s barely even touched you. Feeling slick coat your folds, leaking out to drip down into the chair beneath your cunt that pulses with a desperate need to have his mouth on your clit. “Daddy please,” not above begging, fingers sliding through damp darken locks. Giving a tug to guide but Will resists and continues his own path.

Beard brushing your inner thigh, lips painting a teasing path till reaching the crease between dripping cunt and quivering thigh. Darken stormy blues catch your desire blown eyes right as that warm wet tongue peeks out to lick thickly from entrance to clit. Humming at the very taste of your honeyed cunt, “So sweet for me honey.” Emphasizing the last word by running the tip of his tongue around your clit.

Producing the reaction he’s looking for as your hips thrust forward pushing against his mouth begging for more. That he acquiesces to, willingly pressing his face into your sopping cunt and delving his thick tongue inside your velvet walls. Arms wrap around your thighs to hold you open as fingers dig into your flesh bruising surely left behind for later soothing kisses. Catching sounds, your panting breath, mixed with whimpers and moans spur him to farther tease with little bites to your inner thighs. Low rumbles growls at your taste vibrate through his chest and into your hypersensitive body. Prickling the skin with goosebumps and shivers of pleasure causing your velvet walls to squeeze around nothing.

Molten and hot you body throbs now with a need while blood rushes through your ears the only sounds to hear while Will feasts on your pussy. Shaking fingers card, tug, through his sweaty hair trying to ground yourself as pleasure zings through yours veins. Another gasp leaves your lips, “Right there Daddy, so fucking good,” babbles from your lips.

Head rolling against the black leather of his office chair, eyes doing the same except to the back of your head. Not knowing how much more you can take with the heat growing in your belly ready to consume you. His wet tongue firming, thrusting through your trembling walls licking up every drop you give. Nose pressing into your clit just right to send stars exploding behind closed lids. Gasping for breath fingers tightening in his hair pushing closer and riding his face. The exquisite burn of his beard on your thighs adding to heighten you pleasure. Sending you over the edge into a trembling orgasm his name whimpering from your lips. Body limp, lungs gasping for air as you try to push him away. His mouth overstimulating with every lick he uses to clean you up and savory the sweetness of your body. Making you jerk away and a whimper falling from your mouth.

Grinning Will places a few kisses before pulling away, sitting back on his knees to watch you regain yourself as he massages your thighs. Chuckling when your pleasure glazed eyes open to pierce him in place, “That’s only two sweetheart I did promise you three after all.” Licking his lips, beard still partially covered in your slick, looking like the cat that got his cream with the smug smirk on his lips.

“Looking a bit smug there daddy,” sitting forward with trembling arms to grip the opening of his shirt and pull him against you for a taste of yourself and his lips. Fingers carding through his thick sweat slicked blond locks, short nails scratching against his scalp dragging a groan from his chest.

Molding your lips together slowly wanting to savor the taste as your tongue slips inside his mouth and tangles with his. Air becoming needed you break to rest foreheads together as your hands come from his hair and down over shoulders to the buttons of his shirt. Slipping from the chair to kneel in front of him dipping your head and starting a trail of kisses with each inch of sun kissed tanned skin bared to your hungry eyes. “Over dressed don’t you think daddy?”

“Seems your doing something about that honey,” a hitch in his deep timbered voice happens every time your lips brush a different spot over his pectoral muscles. Teeth dragging down the tanned column of his throat bared for your enjoyment when he leans back on his hands.

That position hinders the removal of his shirt and has a huff of annoyance leaving your lips, drawing an amused chuckle from Will as he sits up to pull the shirt off. Tossing it to the side Will moves to sit on his jeans covered ass and slide backwards till hitting the couch. Crooking a finger for you to follow and climb into his lap, straddling those thick glorious thighs.

Trying not to jostle you too much Will reaches over to pull open the top draw of the end table open searching for a box. Triumphant grin slides over his lips when coming back with a condom trapped between his fingers making you giggle. “You’re making it very hard to stay patience daddy,” reminding him of the early comment. Wiggling in his lap to draw another groan from deep within his chest when your soaked cunt brushes over his painfully hard cock. Knowing your teasing could get you in trouble.

“Careful honey or you’ll get punishment instead of pleasure,” confirmation of your thoughts with his words. Barely any of the stormy blue you love peeks from around the black pupils blown wide with desire that watch you with an intensity causing shutter to race through your body.

Impishly grabbing the condom between your teeth and removing yourself from his lap to between his now parted legs. You tap his thigh signally to raise his hips so you can tug his boxers and jeans down all at once. Pulling them off to toss behind you, looking up at him through your lashes, warm palms surfacing over the hair roughen skin of the inside of his calves and thighs. Crawling slowly closer but still far enough away from the spot you desire the most and one look in his eyes you know he wants as well.

With those thoughts in mind your hands press into his knees spreading them wide and slotting yourself to lay between on your tummy. Legs playfully bent and swinging behind you the picture of innocence with a side of naughty showing through. With every brush of your hands, short nails raking gently to leave little red trails behind making Will hiss at the pleasurable sting.

“Playing with fire sweetheart,” narrowed eyes lock with your sweet face giving him an innocent look that’s anything but and if you keep teasing the pleasing half of this evening will become one sided.

This you know but can’t help the want to infuse a little brattiness into the night. But change tactics by taking the condom from your lips to ask, “May I have a taste Daddy?” Pleading cadence accompanied by the same soft touches of fingertips tracing little patterns over the underside of his shaft. Bitting the inside of your cheek feeling him twitch at the touch as your mouth floods in desperation for one small taste.

“That what you want honey?” Deep timber to his voice sends tingles through your core making you throb and clinch around nothing. “I seem to recall you asking to have me inside you sweetheart.”

“Can I have both please Daddy?” Sliding forward, breasts framing the inside of his thighs and his heavy sac. The sight making his fists ball tight while you keep eyes locked, pink wet tongue peeking out flat and running from base to tip. Placing a little kiss to the slit and savoring the flavor of his precum with a delighted little hum.

Never able to say no even when needed, “Till I tell you to stop.” Grabbing your chin before you open your mouth to speak, “Disobey and you’ll go to bed with an ever sorer ass than you have now. Understand princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” wetting your bottom lip only to have Will rub his thumb over the slick skin. Tongue coming out to graze the tip when it passes by getting a groan from the man above as you move just a hairs breath forward now back on your knees. Snagging the rough callused digit with your teeth to nibble and lave with your tongue. Receiving an appreciative groan in return that makes you smile.

While sucking his thumb with the same enthusiasm you will on his cock you keep eyes locked and sneaking a hand around his shaft. Fingers barely fitting the girth but that didn’t stop you from stroking. Thumb pressed against the throbbing vein which never fails to make Will’s hips jump and thrust into your tight fist.

“Fuck sweetheart,” chin dropping against his chest, same low rumble leaving parted lips. The raw hunger in his eyes scorching you as those blue ringed black waves roll over your face and body. Wet thumb pops from your mouth to drag a string of saliva across your lips. Tracing a slick path down to your breasts wetly circling a peeked nipple before giving a hard pinch. Making your body jolt in pleasurable pain, another fresh wave of arousal coats your thighs and your cunt quivers around nothing.

Eyes stay locked as your tongue comes out to give another lick to the fat crown a pleased hum vibrates from your throat making Will hiss. Wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck to give a warning squeeze. Never fails to make you whimper the light pressure causing shivers of pleasure to skate across your body. Bringing a pleased hum to vibrate from Will’s chest knowing exactly what he’s doing with just the simplest of touches.

Payback comes in the form of you giving another swipe of your tongue around the crown before your lips enclose and suck harshly. Making his hips thrust forward and curses to fly from his lips. Your hands grip and press into muscular thighs nails digging crescent shaped indentions into the hair roughened skin. Jaw going slack, heavy shaft resting on your tongue relaxing jaw to slide him down into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. Humming at the delicious taste of him invading your mouth. Sending the vibrations along his shaft adding more stimulation causing his cock to twitch, savoring and delighting at pleasuring him for a change.

Tongue swirling a dance you’ve learned Will enjoys by the way he grips the back of your head. Fingers pressing for grounding not guiding though he wants to. Needs you to take him all the way down but holds back letting you savor the taste and heft of him in your mouth. Slightly salty with hints of citrus and a bitter from all the fruit he eats. A flavor you’ve come to relish and want filling your tastebuds daily. Accompanying the sounds that never fail to fall from his lips, panted out with every breath, dragging moans and growls that make you proud.

Like how your name drips from his lips along with a growl while your tongue traces the thumping vein. Light strokes as a brush to canvas painting a masterpiece with your mouth that only you can create. Hollowed cheeks drag him deep, swallowing around the crown with a bump at the back of your throat. Barely registering the sharp gasps, the panting from his bitten lips, sweat forms and drips along his defined chest muscles. Unable to take his eyes off you. Enjoying the way your mouth devours his cock, wet sucking sounds accompany the hum’s and moans vibrating along his shaft. The sight of you innocent and sweet filthily taking his cock down and enjoying it so with every bob and lick. Driving him closer to the brink quicker than a blink, quicker than he really wants. Rather having you surrounding him, wet and warm velvet cunt quivering for his cock and punching out the gasps and moans that make you drunk.

Three taps disturbs your fun the designated signal making you whine in disappointment. Teasingly slow you pull off, lips puffy, slightly red and slicked up, smile spreading them wide. Licking them leisurely making a show of how much you enjoyed yourself. Giving another lick like a popsicle to his dick, swirling the tip of your tongue around the crown to savory the flavor of his essence.

“Sweetheart,” drawing the two syllable word out edged with a warning, eyes filled with heat scorching you with their dark intensity.

Hearing the cautioning tone drags a whimper from your chest. Caught between wanting another taste and to have him cum down your throat or him buried deep inside you. The choice a hard one but you grab up the forgotten condom instead. Slowly slipping down over his cock that twitches in your palm dragging a rumbling groan from deep within his chest. Single kiss placed to the tip teasingly which makes him growl and reach for your biceps. Large warm hands wrap and tug you forward making you squeak in surprise and straddling his thighs. A low hiss extracted from parted lips at the contact of your wet folds even through the latex condom.

“Drenched for me already my sweetheart and all from sucking my cock,” hands slipping down to take yours bringing them to his lips and kiss each knuckle. The gesture heart warming and sweet a contradiction to the way he’s looking at you.

Making you shiver in anticipation from the dark promise swimming in those passion blacken stormy blues. “Always daddy, you know how much I enjoy giving you pleasure,” whimpering and rutting against his ridged shaft. Only the warning glance keeps you in place instead of impaled as you wish for with every passing second.

“Better hold on then honey we’re headed for a rough ride,” smirk tugs at his bearded cheek. Placing your hands on his shoulders to skim his along the softness of your arms and biceps. Fingers curling around shoulders for a moment before sliding palms flat down your back feeling the goosebumps under his touch making the smirk grow. Aware he’s the only one able to draw out these kind of reactions, to get to see you like this. The knowledge makes his love for you deepen and for a moment Will pauses to drink you in. Relishing in the fact your his forevermore, till you wiggle, breaking him from the trance and pop your ass just hard enough to sting.

Pulling another mewling whine from your lips, “Please daddy.” Knowing he’s teasing you in his own form of pleasurable torture. The light caresses of those callused fingers drag little jolts from you body that make you wiggle against Will. “I’m your good girl right?”

Pausing a second Will’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing soft skin, hearing the underlying vulnerability. “Always honey you’re always daddy’s good girl even when your not.” Witnessing the subtle change back into the wanton woman begging for his cock and orgasms. Making a pleased hum vibrate accompanied by a smile that’s reserved for times such as these.

A renewed need consumes Will and the hand at your waist stays fingers digging into your flesh while the other slides back down between you and wraps around his shaft. Drawing the tip through your folds teasingly slow enjoying the shutter he invokes, the way your eyes roll back and gasp his name. Short nails digging crescent shapes into tan shoulders garnering a hiss from the man currently driving you to madness.

Circling your clit you go to speak, to plead or maybe demand but those words get taken away with his cock notched at your entrance. Iron grip pushing down your body to finally seat himself deep and quick. Your body adjusting to the slight burn at the stretch he’s causes within. To fit so perfectly tight like a glove making your eyes cross and push out a low moan. Will crushes you against his chest, smashing your mouths together, the kiss bruising and hard, tongues sliding together. Tasting and tangling, a melding of lips as with bodies. Yanking out low grunts from him who’s arms — wrapped tight around your waist now — using that as leverage to guide you. Knees digging into carpet surly to leave burns that you can’t bother to care about right now.

Not when he’s balls deep and twitching inside you while your walls squeeze and quiver around him. The kiss breaks too gasp for breath and drag air into your starving lungs. Foreheads rest together in that moment of oneness your eyes catch and you start to move. Slow at first, his palms flat on your back grounding in their warmth. Till the pace picks up and your bouncing in his lap. Rocking you hips just perfectly to brush your clit along his groin sending waves of tingles to skitter across your body. Pushing out gasps and whines, mixed with unintelligible words along with his name.

Feeling warmth glide up your cool back, long nimble fingers wrap around the back of your neck and guide your mouth back to his. Frenzied and shallow as each thrust jostles your lips apart both of you pant in that millimeter’s worth of space between. As Will feels you weaken in his arms knowing the two previous orgasms have left you depleted.

He takes over holding you against his chest while moving you onto your back never once slipping out. To hover on his forearms, your legs wrap tightly around his waist and pull him down against you and deeper. “Fuck me daddy please,” begging your tone pleading and needy. Using the leverage you have now to thrust upward and rub yourself along his body.

His response doesn’t come in words but actions as he grasps under your thighs pushing them up to your chest, over his broad shoulders and start a hard punishing pace. Slick skin smacking, low grunts echoing with the added whimpers. You’re trying to hold on with hands wrapped around his neck, fingers carded through sweat soaked hair. His hard thrusts pushing all manner of noises from your harshly panting lips as he hits the perfect spot that makes your eyes cross.

“Feel so good around me princess, tight and wet, squeezing my cock,” praise dripping from his sinful lips while thrusting harder. The words having a desired effect of making your cunt quiver and grip his dick tighter.

Adding the right amount of pressure to have a gasp of pleasure exist his lips. Eyes to roll back while gritting his teeth to starve off the building orgasm that tingles in his balls pulling them taut to his body. You can do little more than wrap one hand around the back of his neck splaying fingers from hairs end to base of his skull. While your other hand raking your short nails down his back leaving a small trail of red painting his tanned back and making him jerk in your arms.

A quiet moan — never a loud vocal one — slips free followed by a punched out gasp when he slides perfectly against your little sponge spot that makes you jolt and grip his tattooed left forearm tightly. “Close daddy,” simple words whispered out as your eyes lock and you nod.

Feeling nimble fingers — when had his other hand moved? — circle and press your clit cause your cunt to spasm and flutter around him. Those growing tingles skitter over your body consuming and accompanied by the heat from your belly. Twice more just circling your clit adding a little pinch to send you tumbling into a body shattering orgasm. Mouth dropping wide in a silent scream as you grip and drenching his cock. Ensuring his movements become sloppy with the tight squeeze. Will tries to drag out the passion to work you through the pleasure. But the vice like grip your cunt has on him with the little flutters knocks his rhythm off as well as his concentration.

A fact you’d tease him about if it’s not for the feeling of his shuttering hips driving you into a second round of overstimulation with every brush of his body against your clit. Causing a whimpering moan to burst from your lips barely feeling Will’s orgasm fill the condom. It’s his warm heavy body collapsing against you that gives away the fact he’s spent for the moment. However, your legs start to cramp in the position and you squeeze the forearm still trapped in your hand. Too speechless and blissed to actually form words to speak right at the moment.

Thankfully Will understood, cock softening to slip out making you both moan and whine at the lost, to sit back on his knees and lower yours to the floor. Quickly discarding the spent condom before carefully — on shaking legs that you giggle at — to stand and toss. Grabbing the second bottle of water, Will looks back to find you laid out looking beautifully fucked out with a smile as bright as the noon day sun on your lips.

“Find something funny sweetheart?” Returning to your side and helping you sit up so you could drink.

Still grinning before excepting the bottle to take a large sip, “I don’t know what you mean Daddy.”

Chuckling Will stands, offering his hand to help you up from the floor and into his arms. “Oh but I think you do honey,” tipping your chin up eyes darkening to pitch and crowding out the beautiful blue. Heat prickling along your veins at the dark promise turning into a squeal when Will puts you over his shoulder smacking your still stinging ass and walking quickly for the bedroom. “Think it’s time to torture the truth outta ya sweetheart. Hope you're ready for round two.”

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[dinrenan]

OC Interview: Dinrenan.

I saw this going around and I am having a slow day at work so...why not?

This takes place after Trespasser, in her hidden place, the one asking questions is Amelan'lin, who wants to know more about the High priestess he, and his own ancestors, have been seeking for so long.

Introduction Can you introduce yourself?

She looks at Amelan'lin with a confused expression.

"You know who I am, but for the sake of this thing...Dinrenan, also known as Falon'din High priestess, Death singer, and other titles...Dinrenan is just fine"

What is your gender identity, orientation, and relationship status?

She chuckles

“I am female, I go by she and her, I don't have a real orientation, You could be male, female, neither, both, as long as you are willing to cuddle, and I say CUDDLE, for me it matters not” She stops for a minute to think and looks at Dinlin who is telling stories to the children all around him, somewhere far from them, then looks back.

“As for relationship status, I would say taken but that would be a lie, so...open for anyone who is willing to share a cuddly partner”

Where and when were you born?

She blinks for a second, then answers “As to where, in Arlathan, in a very fancy room...if you want to know where I was reborn, then into one of my Mast- Falon'din's temple, in a pool, thanks to blood magic. I cannot tell you when because I lost track of time. Why do you ask this if your whole clan passed this information for generations!"

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

"My weapon of choice...what am I supposed to say...I use whatever can get me out of trouble, be it daggers or magic, as, for the fighting style, I favor magic, it makes me cast afar from my enemy AND flee if need be.

And finally, are you happy?

She smiles fondly in the distance, towards Dinlin

"Yes, I am happy right now, at this moment, who knows about the future"

Family and friends

What is your family like? What is your relationship like with them?

She glares at the ground, trying to remember her parents.

“It's complicated, I don't remember much about my childhood with my parents, during Arlathan....I know that my father loved me dearly, while my mother always wanted a living child, but overall acted like I was made of glass.” she chuckled unamused "Considering what happened next I don't blame her" she looks back up " I did not hate them, nor did I resent them for never coming back for me. As for Falon'din and Dirthamen...I deeply cared for both of them, no matter what they did to me, I always tried to impress both of them, silly I know. Regarding my time with the Lavellans I have nothing to say apart from the fact they cherished me until I heard someone mentioning that I was just some relic or prize they wanted to keep near and never let go, as you may imagine, I started to distance myself from the whole clan and adoptive parents, but as before, I don't actually hate them, they are long dead to me anyway."

Have you ever run away from home?

" Of course! how do you think I ended up with the Sabrae clan in the Free Marches?" she raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"Would you want to get married or have children?"

She just fixes him down with a hard stare and does not answer.

Do you secretly hate any of your friends?

"If I hate them how can they be my friends? The answer is no, I may not tolerate someone in my sister's circle, and some of my own sentinels, but hate is a strong word"

What friend knows everything about you?

She points at Dinlin in the distance without elaborating.

Asked by fans Can you read and write? Did you go to school?

"I...had spirits teaching me how to read and speak in Elvhen, especially in Dirthamen's care, writing wasn't that hard to learn. I admit I had some problems with the Trade tongue once awake, it was so strange, but I had Asha'len teaching me step by step" she smiles at the memory.

The scariest prediction you made that later came true?

"That I would end up looking like a monster in the eyes of other people once they found out what may happen if I starve...Varric always made sure to stay away if I mentioned I was hungry”

What is something you embarrassingly realized too late?

"Uhm...that I cannot go around always barefoot and that sleeping naked during summertime may be a problem around men..."

Do you have mental or physical problems?

“Does Cannibalism and Instincts count? if so, yes, I have a mental problem., physical...not yet"

What’s your main goal right now?

She smiles brightly

"I achieved half of my original goal, living in a place where elves can learn more about their past, the next step would be for them to regain some of the magic in them. You would be amazed at how many freaked out once I tested with their blood" She realizes to have said too much and sheepishly looks around "I don't harm them, I just use a needle to pinch them and see if in their blood has the faint music of magic, if there is, then I can wake it with my own magic, the hidden magic responds..." she then goes silent, waiting for the next question.

Drink or eat?

She looks troubled for a moment

"Depends...an animal is food to eat, water is considered a drink. Normally speaking I would say both, but I am not much for Alcohol, I don't like it...ask me when I am starving and you are both drink and food."

Cats or dogs?

"I love all animals, dogs are fun to run with, but I am a cat person" she looks around searching for some of the cats the people brought with them.

Optimist or pessimist?

"Ehrm...pessimist...although I think myself more of a realist pessimist"

Sassy or sarcastic?

"Worst combination ever, sarcastic and cuddly, at least that's what Dinlin says"

HAVE YOU EVER: Been caught sneaking out?

She laughs then answers. "Never, shapeshifting has its own benefit"

Broken a bone?

"Not on my own no, I had other people breaking them for me and other people putting them back together..."

Did you get flowers?

She looks confused for a moment

"Why would someone ever give me flowers..."

Ghosting someone?

"No...yes, maybe. There was this man, Servis, charming lad, he really was trying to understand my behavior and relationship with others, when he wasn't working as a smuggler that is. At some point, I saw a look resembling one of Dirthamen's...I started to ghost him like he had the Taint, then spoke to him about, the dangerous look, not Dirthamen, and we laughed it off, I still write to him from time to time..."

You pretended to laugh at a joke you did not get?

"I don't get jokes often, so I don't laugh if I don't get it...sorry to disappoint all those bad jokers around"

I had fun with this!

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[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

EVANESCENCE's 'Fallen' Album Certified Diamond In U.S.

On November 30, EVANESCENCE's "Fallen" album was certified diamond by the Recording Industry Association Of America (RIAA) for sales and streams of ten million units in the United States.

Led by the smash single "Bring Me To Life", which also appeared on the soundtrack to the movie "Daredevil", "Fallen" yielded three more singles with "Going Under", "My Immortal" and "Everybody's Fool". EVANESCENCE also won Grammys in 2004 for "Best New Artist" and "Best Hard Rock Performance".

Asked in a recent interview with Rock Sound if there are any plans for EVANESCENCE to commemorate "Fallen"'s 20th anniversary in 2023, singer Amy Lee said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I do have an idea. It's gonna take a little bit of work. But I think it probably won't be what everybody expects. I think everybody just is, 'Oh, why don't you do a show that's, like, [playing] the album front to back?' We've been playing so many shows, I would rather do something that, to me… I don't know. I don't wanna give it away, in case it doesn't work out. Maybe I'll do nothing. Expect nothing, and then if I do something, you'll be really, really grateful. [Laughs]"

Amy also talked about the fact that "Bring Me To Life" experienced a resurgence this past summer, 19 years after its original release. The song, which initially reached No. 5 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 and was EVANESCENCE's first U.K. No. 1 single, reached No. 1 on the U.S. iTunes chart in August.

"It is satisfying," Lee said about the track's renewed popularity. "And it's cool now, because I remember a lot of the feeling in the beginning. It was so much about, like, 'What's next?' And, 'Are we gonna be able to make it?' And, 'Are we gonna be able to survive?' And, 'Are people gonna listen to our next song?' And, 'What about the next record?' And just getting to the next place always.

"There is an element to a song like 'Bring Me To Life' that didn't exist before, which is this nostalgia," she explained. "The song has grown live. It's something that we've added to. But part of how it's grown is with its history and with what it means to everybody in the room. It's not something new; it's just something that you already have known for so long that has a place in your heart. It's just able to be more than it would have been then. So I, in a lot of ways, love it more than I did."

The success of "Fallen" led to turmoil within the group, as founding guitarist Ben Moody left in late 2003, leaving Lee as the only original member of the band.

Lee continued with new members, and EVANESCENCE issued "The Open Door" in 2006. While a hit, it did not equal the sales of "Fallen". Lee told The Pulse Of Radio at the time that she wasn't concerned about matching the previous album's success. "I just haven't ever looked at it that way," she said. "'Fallen' is a great record, but I don't think you can try to match the success of another body of work. I think that's only gonna frustrate you. And if, honestly if what you really care about is record sales and money, there's no way you're gonna make a great piece of art, because then you're just gonna get all confused and make something ingenuine."

This past February, EVANESCENCE's music video for "Bring Me To Life" — which featured guest vocals from Paul McCoy of 12 STONES — surpassed one billion views on YouTube. The Philipp Stölzl-directed clip, which was uploaded to YouTube in December of 2009, was filmed in Romania in January 2003. It features Lee in a night gown and barefoot, in her room, inside a tall building in the city at night. The rest of the band is playing on a higher floor of the building.

In March 2021, Lee told Alternative Press that EVANESCENCE's original record label Wind Up threatened not to release "Fallen" if she and her bandmates didn't add a male voice to lead single "Bring Me To Life" to make it more palatable for radio.

EVANESCENCE's latest album, "The Bitter Truth", arrived in March 2021 via BMG. It was EVANESCENCE's first album of original music in ten years.

#Amy Lee #Evanescence #fallen #2022 news

[anatrik]

folklore and evermore sister songs list

1. the 1- champagne problems.

Common themes:

Failed relationship with unresolved feelings on both sides.

No satisfactory closure.

Recurring devices:

Champagne ( Rosè, Dom Perignon)

Toasts with friends (rosè flowing with your chosen family// no crowd of friends applauded)

Overall reminiscent tone

2. cardigan- willow.

Common themes:

A strong undercurrent of Possessiveness that seems to imply that no one could ever know or love him like she does. (I knew you dancing in your Levis, drunk under the street light, heart beat on the highline...// That's my man)

A certain sense of inevitability born of the long shared history of the two protagonists.

All is fair in this love. (I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired...I knew you'd come back to me// there's one prize I'd cheat to win)

Recurring devices:

Infidelity and forgiveness (I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired...I knew you'd come back to me// wherever you stray I'll follow)

Scars (you drew stars around my scars// show me the places where the others gave you scars)

Trains (heartbeat on the highline, stepping off the last train//you know that my train could take you home)

Linked music videos

Similar instrumentals

3. exile- coney island.

Common theme:

Contemplating the death of a relationship and the role each side played in hastening it

Recurring devices:

Male- Female duet,

Call and response ( you never gave a warning sign, I gave so many signs// did I leave you hanging every single day? did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey?)

References to fragility ( did I close my fist around something delicate// balancing on breaking branches, we always walked a very thin line)

4. my tears ricochet- closure.

Common theme:

Scathing indictment of a much loathed ex

Recurring devices:

The ex who wants to be the good guy/hero and everything to be neatly tied up with no loose ends ( don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled//you're the hero flying around saving face)

Reaching out after its too late ( if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake cursing my name//reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me)

5. mirrorball- tolerate it.

Common themes:

Power imbalance

Going above and beyond for someone who doesn't appreciate it (or atleast doesn't let the singer know that they do)

Recurring devices:

Constantly giving one's best (still on that tightrope still trying everything//use my best colors for your portrait)

Insecurity and a pathological need to be palatable ( I can change everything about me to fit in, shining just for you// I take your indiscretions all in good fun, I sit and listen)

Self deprecating self awareness in the outro (I want you to know I'm a mirrorball// I sit and watch you)

6. seven- dorothea.

Common themes:

Friendship

Innocence

Blurring the line between a best friend and a first love

Strong Homoerotic undertones

Recurring devices:

Quintessential American Towns™ (Reading, Pennsylvania// Tupelo, Mississippi)

The trustworthy friend™ (cross my heart won't tell no other// if you're ever tired for being known for you know, you know you'll always know me, I still got love for you// and I've got nothing but well wishes for ya)

Shared Memories (sweet tea in the summer, your braids like a pattern// skipping the prom, the soul I met under the bleachers)

7. august- gold rush.

Common themes:

Summer romance

Forbidden fruit

Other woman perspective

Recurring devices:

The beach (salt air, your back beneath the sun// costal town we wandered around, ships on water)

Sex (twisted in bedsheets// my eagles tshirt hanging from your door)

Yearning and jealousy (your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it// I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch everybody wants you)

Knowing he belongs to another (you weren't mine to lose// I cant dare to dream about you)

8. illicit affairs- tis the damn season.

Common theme:

"Driving a new Maserati down a dead end street"

Longing for things to be different

Recurring devices:

Time limit ( a drug that only works the first few hundred times//you could call me babe for the weekend)

Roads (take the road less travelled by// road not taken looks real good now)

Perfume (leave the perfume on the shelf...don't even exist//the holidays linger like a bad perfume)

Sneaking around (clandestine meetings//I parked between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours)

A once in a lifetime connection (you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else// the only soul who knows which smiles I'm faking)

9. invisible string- ivy.

Common theme:

The unbreakable bond between soul mates

Recurring devices:

Color (green grass// ivy, single thread of gold //tarnished glow, teal shirt//opal eyes)

Physical allegory of their connection (invisible string tying you to me// your ivy grows and now I'm covered)

10. mad woman- no body no crime.

Common theme:

Murderous Female Rage™

Recurring devices:

Boats (my canons all firing at your yatch// good thing my daddy made me get a boating licence),

Infidelity (the master of spin has a couple side flings// her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity)

Mad women.

11. epiphany- marjorie.

Common theme:

Taylor's grandparents

Death

Recurring devices:

The number 13

Dreams (dream of some epiphany// your closets of backlogged dreams)

12. peace- happiness.

Common theme:

Title subversion (would it be enough if I could never give you peace// therell be happiness after you)

13. hoax- evermore.

Common theme:

Extremely sad songs with ultimately hopeful messages

Recurring devices:

Melancholia (stood on a cliffside screaming give me a reason// I was catching my breath barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death)

Distrust (your faithless love// I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore)

Self loathing (barren land, I am ash from your fire// motion capture put me in a bad light)

Turmoil (sleepless nights, winless fight// I've been feeling unmoored I'm on waves out being tossed)

Hope (your faithless love's the only hoax// this pain wouldn't be for evermore)

- Anatrik ©

FINALLLY did it

Best 5 hrs of my life that I've "wasted"

#taylor swift #anatrik #folklore #evermore #parallels #the 1 x champagne problems #cardigan x willow #exile x coney island #mirrorball x tolerate it #august x gold rush #illict affairs x tis the damn season #invisible string x ivy #my tears ricochet x closure #epiphany x marjorie #hoax x evermore #peace x happiness #mad woman x no body no crime #seven x dorothea #taylurking #taylor nation #swifties #swiftieforlife #swiftie family #aaron dessner #jack antonoff #laura sisk #taylorswift #taylor notice this

[lovemesomesurveys]

What is something you find attractive that probably many other people don't. Hm. I don’t know if many people do or not, but I just love when a guy is really passionate about something and they’re excited to show/tell you about it. It’s really cute. Name a movie you really want to see. I need some new movies. I need new psychological thrillers and horror movies, new Marvel movies, just new, good movies. I miss going to the theater. I need my movie theater popcorn, too. I’ve been thinking about maybe going to a drive-in.

What do you usually order on a pizza? White sauce, cheese, spinach, green onion, garlic. If they have it, then crumbled meatballs and pesto.

When did your power last go out? Last summer, like it always does. Ugh, we’re approaching that time of year again. 

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Honestly, it was always done with like Girl Scouts, school clubs, and for school assignments.

When did you last watch your favorite movie? I have a lot of favorite movies. 

What would you order if you went to McDonalds right now? I wouldn’t right now at 12:37AM.

Are you obsessed with anything? My latest obsession has been Yoo-Hoos lol. Super random.

Do you have long nails? No, they’re barely even there.

What food do you eat the most? Lately, it’s been eggs, oatmeal, ramen, and bologna sandwiches.

What flavor of toothpaste do you use? (mint, cinnamon..) It’s a light mint flavor.

Do you think it would hurt to blow up? Um, yeah...

How many time have you washed your hands today? Several.

Do you prefer male or female singers? I just appreciate a good singer.

Do you buy birthday cards or make them? Buy them. Sometimes.

What would be the best way to die? Painless.

Do you prefer to be barefoot or wear socks? I always wear socks.

Have you ever stuck gum under a table? EW, no. I hate that people do that. Absolutely disgusting. *barf*

What's something in your life that you once liked but now hate? Hm.

Is there a TV show that you watch everyday? I’ve been watching a lot of TV these days, like much more than I used to. It’s largely the same lineup consisting of The Golden Girls, Reba, Roseanne, The King of Queens, The Last Man Standing, Mom, and The New Adventures of Old Christine, as well as a few other current shows thrown in that I’m watching like Cruel Summer, Catfish, Teen Mom OG or Teen Mom 2, a couple food history related shows on the History Channel, etc. 

Do you eat your pizza crust? I don’t eat the end piece or the bottom of the pizza, just the top layer of dough and toppings. Yeah, I’m weird.

What is the worst pain that you've experienced? Emotionally, the loss of my loved ones. Physically, the pain after surgery and during the recovery process. That’s kinda how I’ve been feeling lately and I haven’t even had surgery. The setbacks I had from being really sick last month caused a lot of issues. :/

Who is your favorite Disney character? Alice, Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore, Woody, Buzz, Goofy.

Does your bedroom door lock? Yes.

Do you like the gender you are? Yes. Women are more likely to ___ than men. Hm.

What is one thing you're completely terrible at? This thing called life.

Should you really stay in a relationship if you fight everyday? I would say not.

What is one thing you will never understand? Why I’m like this.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[honey-lets-fucking-run]

Rebecca Ferguson: The Art of Versatility

A recent discussion with the lovely @imfmi6 has given me the spark to finish an essay on which I was fumbling for a couple of months. Therefore, I decided that I must be courageous enough to publish it, so here it is.

However, before we begin, I shall give to all of you some predisposition: this post may be very long and contain lots of letters for I'm an insatiable movie geek, and maybe, I'm partial to analyzing everything I watch and read. Maybe a little too much. Anyways, you have been warned, so...

I'll start at the beginning: a little over two years ago, one dear friend of mine suggested to me that I should watch the latest two entries in the ”Mission Impossible” franchise. For more precise effect, the suggestion was supplemented with a picture of a very beautiful woman, looking at someone unseen, but with such deep affection evident in her gaze, that I was immediately intrigued. That was all it took. A picture. Intrigue is a very tricky feeling at its core, indeed.

So that same day I sat down to watch ”Fallout”. To say I was blown away by it would be a huge understatement.

To elaborate, I had seen the first four entries of the franchise before, I sincerely admired them for the precision that a viewer can rarely encounter in an action flick, but at that time, MI wasn't something I would grasp after. Now, after looking back, I'm pretty sure it was for the best. As they say, some things tend to come right back to you.

Back to the matter at hand. I fell in love with everything. I fell in love with the direction. I felI in love with the cinematography. I fell in love with the cast and the characters. I fell in love with the way in which the film was so cleverly written, even though I had a certain amount of difficulty understanding some plot points, because I was watching out of order, but even then, I pretty much understood everything that was necessary to get. But there was one person with whom I had ended up being enamoured the most. That person was, as I'm sure, you had guessed already, Rebecca Ferguson.

To say what it was that affected me the most? Of course, Ilsa Faust is badass. I mean, she can fight without seeming ridiculous. She takes her heels off, because it's practical and easier to fight without them. She's an expert bike driver. She looks every bit as lethal as well believable while holding a weapon, be it a knife or a gun. She can be lethal without a weapon, and if that's not a definition of true badassery, then I don't know what it is. But, as much all this serves the purpose of being integral to her character, that wasn't what surprised me the most.

What surprised me the most was the plain fact that Ilsa, while being badass, is also very human. It was evident in every facet of the character, be it her seemingly untrustworthy nature of pursuing a goal of her own to the very end, or be it her vulnerability. Vulnerability that was not treated as a weakness, but as an another facet of Ilsa's personality. Human are vulnerable beings, and throughout both Rogue Nation and Fallout, we're reminded of that hundred times, sometimes in a brilliantly subtle ways. And that's the entire point of my never-ending rambling here, because, at the end, I was blown away and became totally fascinated with one thing. Which was, of course, Rebecca Ferguson's acting.

First of all, she doesn't give the impression of acting. Throughout both movies I was a witness to a transformation so complete and sublime, that I forgot about the acting part. I saw only the character. I saw Ilsa's tiredness and emotional insecurity (over her job and moral ambiguity that comes with it, which was surprising in itself, given that female characters who are stressed over something that's not tied to her male partner, are a rarity). I saw her as a complete equal to Ethan; she doesn't need him to save herself, but they understand each other on a much more deeper level, which you can't squeeze to a simple: ”oh, they're in love, look at that”. (There's not only love. In their relationship, respect and mutual recognition comes first and foremost to any romantic feelings). I saw her desire to escape from the spy life before it was plainly stated by her in the scene at the train station. Why? Because it was all over her face in the scenes before that one.

And that is the key. Not only Ferguson does not give the impression of acting by transforming so completely, you forget the word ”acting” in the first place, but also she has such an incredible in-depth understanding of her character's emotional and psychological undercurrents that she's able to transfer it into acting without being overly explicit. It's all in the details: the lighting-quick slideshow of different emotions, from fear to utter contempt, demonstrated by her in the ending seconds of ”Fallout”, during which Ilsa was captured by Lane for a brief time; the complete loneliness and sense of not belonging within any group, hidden beneath the mask of a world-famous opera singer (Jenny Lind was glorious, and she had her reasons, no one will trick me into believing otherwise); again, tiredness and the feeling of emotional drainout, which she transfers brilliantly from Rogue Nation to Fallout, not only without seeming illogical or out of place, but altering that state into something completely different (you can see that Ilsa is on a verge of the burn-out, you can see it so clearly in the scene at the alleway alone, that you literally feel like your heart is going to combust); the aura of evil hidden beneath such affability, that you cannot help being hooked, even knowing there's something unquestionably wrong with the owner of that ”magic” hat (Rosie, darling, I want that hat, seriously).

I can go on and on, but to bring the point home, you know what the greatest part is? The greatest part lies in the fact that Ferguson is so goddamn flexible in terms of acting ability, that her characters totally differ from each other. I mean, they completely different. Usually, you know, there's a trademark, some kind of trait that actors bring with themselves from role to role in order to be distinguished from others. Ferguson doesn't even have that. Each new part is a clean slate. Literally. The only trademark I was able to find that unites all of the characters she played, other than the obviousness of being portrayed by her, is her perchant for being barefoot (aside from some unintentional sarcasm, I find that incredibly cute and free-spirited). And each time, I don't know what she will do. I mean, I know she will deliver something mind-blowing, I know I will be surprised beyond being able to form an adequate and coherent reaction in response to what I have seen, but I can't and absolutely would not try to guess how she'll manage to surprise me.

In conclusion to all this, I would like to say, that, in terms of acting, Rebecca surely embodies something I have never seen before. And that's exactly what makes her so gloriously distinctive in her own way.

P.S. The picture that had started it all:

#rebecca ferguson #mission impossible rogue nation #mission impossible fallout #the greatest showman #doctor sleep #ilsa faust #jenny lind #rose the hat #film #film analysis #actor analysis

[bananaofswifts]

IT’S A SUNDAY AFTERNOON in Tribeca, and I’m in Taylor Swift’s loft, inside a former printing house that she has restored and fortified into a sanctuary of brick, velvet, and mahogany. The space is warm and cozy and vaguely literary—later, when we pass through her bedroom en route to her garden, 10 percent of my brain will believe her wardrobe might open up to Narnia. Barefoot in a wine-colored floral top and matching flowy pants, Swift is typing passwords into a laptop to show me the video for “You Need to Calm Down,” eight days before she unleashes it on the world. I have a sliver of an idea what to expect. A few weeks earlier, I spent a day at the video shoot, in a dusty field-slash-junkyard north of Los Angeles. Swift had made it a sort of Big Gay Candy Mountain trailer park, a Technicolor happy place. The cast and crew wore heart-shaped sunglasses—living, breathing lovey-eyes emoji—and a mailbox warned, LOVE LETTERS ONLY. Swift and a stream of costars filmed six scenes over about a dozen hours. The singer-songwriter Hayley Kiyoko, known to her fans as “Lesbian Jesus,” shot arrows at a bull’s-eye. The YouTube comedian-chef Hannah Hart danced alongside Dexter Mayfield, the plus-size male model and self-described “big boy in heels.” The Olympic figure skater Adam Rippon served up icy red snow cones. Swift and her close friend Todrick Hall, of Kinky Boots and RuPaul’s Drag Race, sipped tea with the cast of Queer Eye. The mood was joyous and laid-back. But by the end of the day, I wasn’t sure what the vignettes would add up to. There were shoot days and cameos I wouldn’t observe. For security reasons, the song was never played aloud. (The cast wore ear buds.) Even the hero shot, in which Swift and Hall sauntered arm in arm through the dreamscape at golden hour, was filmed in near-total silence. For weeks afterward, I tried to sleuth out a theory. I started casually. There was a “5” on the bull’s-eye, so I did a quick search to figure out what that number might mean. Immediately I was in over my head. Swift has a thing for symbols. I knew she had been embedding secret messages in liner notes and deploying metaphors as refrains since her self-titled debut in 2006—long before her megafame made her into a symbol of pop supremacy. But I hadn’t understood how coded and byzantine her body of work has become; I hadn’t learned, as Swift’s fans have, to see hidden meanings everywhere. For instance: In the 2017 video for “Look What You Made Me Do,” a headstone in a graveyard scene reads NILS SJOBERG, the pseudonym Swift used as her writing credit on Rihanna’s hit “This Is What You Came For,” a Swedish-sounding nod to that country’s pop wizards. After an excessive amount of ad hoc scholarship—a friend joked that I could have learned Mandarin in the time I spent trying to unpack Swift’s oeuvre—I was no closer to a theory. Pop music has become so layered and meta, but the Taylor Swift Universe stands apart. Apprehending it is like grasping quantum physics. My first indication of what her new album, Lover, would be about came just after midnight on June 1, the beginning of Pride Month, when Swift introduced a petition in support of the federal Equality Act. This legislation would amend the Civil Rights Act to outlaw discrimination based on gender identity and sexual orientation. (It has passed the House, but prospects in Mitch McConnell’s Senate are unclear.) Swift also posted a letter to Senator Lamar Alexander, Republican of Tennessee, asking him to vote yes. The request, on her personal letterhead (born in 1989. LOVES CATS.), denounced President Trump for not supporting the Equality Act. “I personally reject the president’s stance,” Swift wrote. Back in the kitchen, Swift hits play. “The first verse is about trolls and cancel culture,” she says. “The second verse is about homophobes and the people picketing outside our concerts. The third verse is about successful women being pitted against each other.” The video is, for erudite Swifties, a rich text. I had followed enough clues to correctly guess some of the other cameos—Ellen DeGeneres, RuPaul, Katy Perry. I felt the satisfaction of a gamer who successfully levels up—achievement unlocked! The video’s final frame sends viewers to Swift’s change.org petition in support of the Equality Act, which has acquired more than 400,000 signatures—including those of Cory Booker, Elizabeth Warren, Beto O’Rourke, and Kirsten Gillibrand—or four times the number required to elicit an official response from the White House. “Maybe a year or two ago, Todrick and I are in the car, and he asked me, What would you do if your son was gay?” We are upstairs in Swift’s secret garden, comfortably ensconced in a human-scale basket that is sort of shaped like a cocoon. Swift has brought up an ornate charcuterie board and is happily slathering triple-cream Brie onto sea-salt crackers. “The fact that he had to ask me … shocked me and made me realize that I had not made my position clear enough or loud enough,” she says. “If my son was gay, he’d be gay. I don’t understand the question.” I have pressed Swift on this topic, and her answers have been direct, not performative or scripted. I do sense that she enjoys talking to me about as much as she’d enjoy a root canal—but she’s unfailingly polite, and when we turn to music, her face will light up and she will add little melodic phrases to her speech, clearly her preferred language. “If he was thinking that, I can’t imagine what my fans in the LGBTQ community might be thinking,” she goes on. “It was kind of devastating to realize that I hadn’t been publicly clear about that.” I understand why she was surprised; she has been sending pro-LGBTQ signals since at least 2011. Many have been subtle, but none insignificant—especially for a young country star coming out of Nashville. In the video for her single “Mean” (from 2010’s Speak Now), we see a boy in a school locker room wearing a lavender sweater and bow tie, surrounded by football players. In “Welcome to New York,” the first track on 1989, she sings, “And you can want who you want. Boys and boys and girls and girls.” Two years later, she donated to a fund for the newly created Stonewall National Monument and presented Ruby Rose with a GLAAD Media Award. Every night of last year’s Reputation tour, she dedicated the song “Dress” to Loie Fuller, the openly gay pioneer of modern dance and theatrical lighting who captured the imagination of fin-de-siècle Paris. Swift, who has been criticized for keeping her politics to herself, first took an explicit stance a month before the 2018 midterms. On Instagram, she endorsed Democrats for the Tennessee Legislature and called out the Republican running for Senate, Marsha Blackburn. “She believes businesses have a right to refuse service to gay couples,” Swift wrote. “She also believes they should not have the right to marry. These are not MY Tennessee values.” Swift says the post was partly to help young fans understand that if they wanted to vote, they had to register. To tell them, as she puts it, “Hey, just so you know, you can’t just roll up.” Some 65,000 new voters registered in the first 24 hours after her post, according to Vote.org. Trump came to Blackburn’s defense the following day. “She’s a tremendous woman,” he told reporters. “I’m sure Taylor Swift doesn’t know anything about her. Let’s say I like Taylor’s music about 25 percent less now, OK?” In April, spurred by a raft of anti-LGBTQ bills in Tennessee, Swift donated $113,000 to the Tennessee Equality Project, which advocates for LGBTQ rights. “Horrendous,” she says of the legislation. “They don’t call it ‘Slate of Hate’ for nothing.” Swift especially liked that the Tennessee Equality Project had organized a petition of faith leaders in opposition. “I loved how smart it was to come at it from a religious perspective.” Meanwhile, the “Calm Down” video provoked a Colorado pastor to call Swift “a sinner in desperate need of a savior” and warn that “God will cut her down.” It also revived heated debate within LGBTQ communities about the politics of allyship and corporatization of Pride. Some critics argued Swift’s pro-LGBTQ imagery and lyrics were overdue and out of the blue—a reaction the new Swift scholar in me found bewildering. Had they not been paying attention? Nor did it strike me as out of character for Swift to leverage her power for a cause. She pulled her catalog from Spotify in 2014 over questions of artist compensation. She stared down Apple in 2015, when the company said it would not pay artists during the launch of its music service. (Apple reversed itself immediately.) As a condition of her record deal with Universal Music Group last year, the company promised that it would distribute proceeds from any sale of its Spotify shares to all of its artists. And this summer, Swift furiously called out Scott Borchetta, founder of Big Machine Label Group, for selling her master recordings to the music manager Scooter Braun. (When I ask Swift if she tried to get her masters from Big Machine, her whole body slumps with a palpable heaviness. “It was either investing in my past or my and other artists’ future, and I chose the future,” she says of the deal she struck with Universal.) Swift’s blunt testimony during her 2017 sexual-assault case against a radio DJ—months before the #MeToo reckoning blew open—felt deeply political to me and, I imagine, many other women. Swift accused the DJ, David Mueller, of groping her under her skirt at a photo session in 2013. Her camp reported the incident to his employer, who fired him. Mueller denied the allegation, sued Swift for $3 million, and his case was thrown out. Swift countersued for a symbolic $1 and won. In a Colorado courtroom, Swift described the incident: “He stayed latched onto my bare ass cheek” as photos were being snapped. Asked why photos of the front of her skirt didn’t show this, she said, “Because my ass is located at the back of my body.” Asked if she felt bad about the DJ’s losing his job, she said, “I’m not going to let you or your client make me feel in any way that this is my fault. Here we are years later, and I’m being blamed for the unfortunate events of his life that are the product of his decisions—not mine.” When Time included Swift on the cover of its “Silence Breakers” issue that year, the magazine asked how she felt during the testimony. “I was angry,” she said. “In that moment, I decided to forgo any courtroom formalities and just answer the questions the way it happened…I’m told it was the most amount of times the word ass has ever been said in Colorado Federal Court.” Mueller has since paid Swift the dollar—with a Sacagawea coin. “He was trolling me, implying that I was self-righteous and hell-bent on angry, vengeful feminism. That’s what I’m inferring from him giving me a Sacagawea coin,” Swift says. “Hey, maybe he was trying to do it in honor of a powerful Native American woman. I didn’t ask.” Where is the coin now? “My lawyer has it.” I ask her, why get louder about LGBTQ rights now? “Rights are being stripped from basically everyone who isn’t a straight white cisgender male,” she says. “I didn’t realize until recently that I could advocate for a community that I’m not a part of. It’s hard to know how to do that without being so fearful of making a mistake that you just freeze. Because my mistakes are very loud. When I make a mistake, it echoes through the canyons of the world. It’s clickbait, and it’s a part of my life story, and it’s a part of my career arc.” I’d argue that no heterosexual woman can listen to “You Need to Calm Down” and hear only a gay anthem. “Calm down” is what controlling men tell women who are angry, contrary, or “hysterical,” or, let’s say, fearing for their physical safety. It is what Panic! at the Disco singer Brendon Urie says to Swift in the beginning of the “ME!” music video, prompting her to scream, “Je suis calme!” I cannot believe it is a coincidence that Swift, a numbers geek with an affinity for dates, dropped the single—whose slow, incessant bass is likely to be bumping in stadiums across the world in 2020 if she goes on tour—on June 14, a certain president’s birthday. It’s enlightening to read 13 years of Taylor Swift coverage—all the big reviews, all the big profiles—in one sitting. You notice things. How quickly Swift went from a “prodigy” (The New Yorker) and a “songwriting savant” (Rolling Stone) to a tabloid fixture, for instance. Or how suspect her ambition is made to seem once she acquires real power. Other plot points simply look different in the light of #MeToo. It is hard to imagine that Swift’s songs about her exes would be reviewed as sensationally today. I wonder if, in 2019, any man would dare grab the microphone out of a young woman’s hands at an awards show. I stared into space for a good long while when I was reminded that Pitchfork did not review Taylor Swift’s 1989 but did review Ryan Adams’s cover album of Taylor Swift’s 1989. I ask Swift if she had always been aware of sexism. “I think about this a lot,” she says. “When I was a teenager, I would hear people talk about sexism in the music industry, and I’d be like, I don’t see it. I don’t understand. Then I realized that was because I was a kid. Men in the industry saw me as a kid. I was a lanky, scrawny, overexcited young girl who reminded them more of their little niece or their daughter than a successful woman in business or a colleague. The second I became a woman, in people’s perception, was when I started seeing it. “It’s fine to infantilize a girl’s success and say, How cute that she’s having some hit songs,” she goes on. “How cute that she’s writing songs. But the second it becomes formidable? As soon as I started playing stadiums—when I started to look like a woman—that wasn’t as cool anymore. It was when I started to have songs from Red come out and cross over, like ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ and ‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.’ ” Those songs are also more assertive than the ones that came before, I say. “Yeah, the angle was different when I started saying, I knew you were trouble when you walked in. Basically, you emotionally manipulated me and I didn’t love it. That wasn’t fun for me.” I have to wonder if having her songwriting overlooked as her hits were picked apart and scrutinized wasn’t the biggest bummer of all. Swift: “I wanted to say to people, You realize writing songs is an art and a craft and not, like, an easy thing to do? Or to do well? People would act like it was a weapon I was using. Like a cheap dirty trick. Be careful, bro, she’ll write a song about you. Don’t stand near her. First of all, that’s not how it works. Second of all, find me a time when they say that about a male artist: Be careful, girl, he’ll use his experience with you to get—God forbid—inspiration to make art.” Without question the tenor of the Taylor Swift Narrative changed most dramatically in July 2016, when Kim Kardashian West called her a “snake” on Twitter, and released video clips of Swift and Kanye West discussing the lyrics to his song “Famous.” (No need to rehash the details here. Suffice it to say that Swift’s version of events hasn’t changed: She knew about some of the lyrics but not others; specifically, the words that bitch.) The posts sparked several hashtags, including #TaylorSwiftIsASnake and #TaylorSwiftIsCanceled, which quickly escalated into a months-long campaign to “cancel” Swift. To this day Swift doesn’t think people grasp the repercussions of that term. “A mass public shaming, with millions of people saying you are quote-unquote canceled, is a very isolating experience,” she says. “I don’t think there are that many people who can actually understand what it’s like to have millions of people hate you very loudly.” She adds: “When you say someone is canceled, it’s not a TV show. It’s a human being. You’re sending mass amounts of messaging to this person to either shut up, disappear, or it could also be perceived as, Kill yourself.” I get a sense of the whiplash Swift experienced when I notice that, a few months into this ordeal, while she was writing the songs that an interpolation of a ’90s camp classic, Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy.”) Nonetheless, most critics read it as a grenade lobbed in the general direction of Calabasas. One longtime Nashville critic, Brian Mansfield, had a more plausible take: She was writing sarcastically as the “Taylor Swift” portrayed in the media in a bid for privacy. “Yeah, this is the character you created for me, let me just hide behind it,” she says now of the persona she created. “I always used this metaphor when I was younger. I’d say that with every reinvention, I never wanted to tear down my house. ’Cause I built this house. This house being, metaphorically, my body of work, my songwriting, my music, my catalog, my library. I just wanted to redecorate. I think a lot of people, with Reputation, would have perceived that I had torn down the house. Actually, I just built a bunker around it.” In March, the snakes started to morph into butterflies, the vampire color palette into Easter pastels. When a superbloom of wildflowers lured a mesmerizing deluge of Painted Lady butterflies to Los Angeles, Swift marked it with an Instagram post. She attended the iHeartRadio Music Awards that night in a sequin romper and stilettos with shimmery wings attached. Swift announced the single “ME!” a month later, with a large butterfly mural in Nashville. In the music video for the (conspicuously) bubblegum song, a hissing pastel-pink snake explodes into a kaleidoscope of butterflies. One flutters by the window of an apartment, where Swift is arguing in French with Urie. A record player is playing in the background. “It’s an old-timey, 1940s-sounding instrumental version of ‘You Need to Calm Down,’ ’’ Swift says. Later, in the “Calm Down” video, Swift wears a (fake) back tattoo of a snake swarmed by butterflies. We are only two songs in, people. Lover, to be released on August 23, will have a total of 18 songs. “I was compiling ideas for a very long time,” Swift says. “When I started writing, I couldn’t stop.” (We can assume the British actor Joe Alwyn, with whom Swift has been in a relationship for nearly three years, provided some of the inspiration.) Swift thinks Lover might be her favorite album yet. “There are so many ways in which this album feels like a new beginning,” she says. “This album is really a love letter to love, in all of its maddening, passionate, exciting, enchanting, horrific, tragic, wonderful glory.” I have to ask Swift, given how genuinely at peace she seems, if part of her isn’t thankful, if not for the Great Cancellation of 2016, then for the person she now is—knowing who her friends are, knowing what’s what. “When you’re going through loss or embarrassment or shame, it’s a grieving process with so many micro emotions in a day. One of the reasons why I didn’t do interviews for Reputation was that I couldn’t figure out how I felt hour to hour. Sometimes I felt like: All these things taught me something that I never could have learned in a way that didn’t hurt as much. Five minutes later, I’d feel like: That was horrible. Why did that have to happen? What am I supposed to take from this other than mass amounts of humiliation? And then five minutes later I’d think: I think I might be happier than I’ve ever been.” She goes on: “It’s so strange trying to be self-aware when you’ve been cast as this always smiling, always happy ‘America’s sweetheart’ thing, and then having that taken away and realizing that it’s actually a great thing that it was taken away, because that’s extremely limiting.” Swift leans back in the cocoon and smiles: “We’re not going to go straight to gratitude with it. Ever. But we’re going to find positive aspects to it. We’re never going to write a thank-you note.” Though people will take the Perry-Swift burger-and-fries embrace in the “You Need to Calm Down” video as a press release that the two have mended fences, Swift says it’s actually a comment on how the media pits female pop stars against one another. After Perry sent Swift an (actual) olive branch last year, Swift asked her to be in the video: “She wrote back, This makes me so emotional. I’m so up for this. I want us to be that example. But let’s spend some time together. Because I want it to be real. So she came over and we talked for hours. “We decided the metaphor for what happens in the media,” Swift explains, “is they pick two people and it’s like they’re pouring gasoline all over the floor. All that needs to happen is one false move, one false word, one misunderstanding, and a match is lit and dropped. That’s what happened with us. It was: Who’s better? Katy or Taylor? Katy or Taylor? Katy or Taylor? Katy or Taylor? The tension is so high that it becomes impossible for you to not think that the other person has something against you.“ Meanwhile, the protesters in the video reference a real-life religious group that pickets outside Swift’s concerts, not the white working class in general, as some have assumed. “So many artists have them at their shows, and it’s such a confounding, confusing, infuriating thing to have outside of joyful concerts,” she tells me. “Obviously I don’t want to mention the actual entity, because they would get excited about that. Giving them press is not on my list of priorities.” At one point, Swift asks if I would like to hear two other songs off the new album. (Duh.) First she plays “Lover,” the title track, coproduced by Jack Antonoff. “This has one of my favorite bridges,” she says. “I love a bridge, and I was really able to go to Bridge City.” It’s a romantic, haunting, waltzy, singer-songwritery nugget: classic Swift. “My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue,” she sings. “All’s well that ends well to end up with you.” Next, Swift cues up a track that “plays with the idea of perception.” She has often wondered how she would be written and spoken about if she were a man, “so I wrote a song called ‘The Man.’ ” It’s a thought experiment of sorts: “If I had made all the same choices, all the same mistakes, all the same accomplishments, how would it read?” Seconds later, Swift’s earpods are pumping a synth-pop earworm into my head: “I’d be a fearless leader. I’d be an alpha type. When everyone believes ya: What’s that like?” Swift wrote the first two singles with Joel Little, best known as one of Lorde’s go-to producers. (“From a pop-songwriting point of view, she’s the pinnacle,” Little says of Swift.) The album is likely to include more marquee names. A portrait of the Dixie Chicks in the background of the “ME!” video almost certainly portends a collaboration. If fans are correctly reading a button affixed to her denim jacket in a recent magazine cover, we can expect one with Drake, too. Lover. “We met at one of her shows,” says McCartney, “and then we had a girls’ night and kind of jumped straight in. In London we’ll go on walks and talk about everything—life and love.” (Swift has no further fashion ambitions at the moment. “I really love my job right now,” she tells me. “My focus is on music.”) Oh, and that “5” on the bullseye? Track five is called “The Archer.” Yet something tells me the most illuminating clue for reading both Lover and Reputationmay be Loie Fuller, the dancer to whom Swift paid homage on tour. As Swift noted on a Jumbotron, Fuller “fought for artists to own their work.” Fuller also used swirling fabric and colored lights to metamorphose onstage, playing a “hide-and-seek illusionist game” with her audience, as one writer has put it. She became a muse to the Symbolists in Paris, where Jean Cocteau wrote that she created “the phantom of an era.” The effect, said the poet Stéphane Mallarmé, was a “dizziness of soul made visible by an artifice.” Fuller’s most famous piece was “Serpentine Dance.” Another was “Butterfly Dance.” Swift has had almost no downtime since late 2017, but what little she does have is divided among New York, Nashville, Los Angeles, and Rhode Island, where she keeps homes—plus London. In an essay earlier this year, she revealed that her mother, Andrea Swift, is fighting cancer for a second time. “There was a relapse that happened,” Swift says, declining to go into detail. “It’s something that my family is going through.” Later this year, she will star in a film adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats as Bombalurina, the flirtatious red cat. “They made us the size of cats by making the furniture bigger,” she says. “You’d be standing there and you could barely reach the seat of a chair. It was phenomenal. It made you feel like a little kid.” But first, she will spend much of the summer holding “secret sessions”—a tradition wherein Swift invites hundreds of fans to her various homes to preview her new music. “They’ve never given me a reason to stop doing it,” she says. “Not a single one.” Speaking of: Inquiring fans will want to know if Swift dropped any more clues about how to decode Lover during this interview. For you I reviewed the audio again, and there were a few things that made my newly acquired Swifty sense tingle. At one point she compared superstardom in the digital age to life in a dollhouse, one where voyeurs “can ‘ship’ you with who they want to ‘ship’ you with, and they can ‘favorite’ friends that you have, and they can know where you are all the time.” The metaphor was precise and vivid and, well, a little too intricately rendered to be off the cuff. (Also, the “ME!” lyric: “Baby doll, when it comes to a lover. I promise that you’ll never find another like me.”) Then there was the balloon—a giant gold balloon in the shape of a numeral seven that happened to float by while we were on her roof, on this, the occasion of her seventh album. “Is it an L’?” I say. “No, because look, the string is hanging from the bottom,” she says. It might seem an obvious symbolic gesture, deployed for this interview, except for how impossible that seems. Swift let me control the timing of nearly everything. Moreover, the gold seven wasn’t floating up from the sidewalk below. It was already high in the sky, drifting slowly toward us from down the street. She would have had to control the wind, or at least to have studied it. Would Taylor Swift really go to such elaborate lengths for her fans? This much I know: Yes, she would.

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HIDDEN HILLS WEEKLY ISSUE #1

IN THIS ISSUE OF HIDDEN HILLS WEEKLY, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE OUTRAGEOUS LIFE’S OF OUR VERY OWN RESIDENTS IN OUR GROWING GATED COMMUNITY! FROM LOVERS REUNITING TO A MESSY PUBLIC BLOWOUT BETWEEN TWO FORMER LOVERS! LET’S GET STARTED HIDDEN HILLS !

BREAKING NEWS: ANNIKA BADIE AND JAYDEN HANSEN CAUGHT ARGUING OUTSIDE OF NASHVILLE’S FAMOUS GAYLORD OPRYLAND RESORT !

a night that started out like any other award show: full of glitz and glamor, some good music and laughs, rewards and praise for a years worth of hard work. who knew ( or could predict ) it would end with tears and a public screaming match ? the 54th annual country music awards were nothing short of spectacular, and a proud moment for some of our very own hidden hills residents. margarita trejo, performing her award winning song the bones winning awards for female vocalist of the year, song and single of the year. cameron nelson, performing his newest hit cold as you, winning awards for male vocalist of the year and album of the year. as well as annika badie performing her newest single hole in the bottle winning the award for musical event of the year. cameron nelson and annika badie ended up honoring country music sensations brad paisley and carrie underwood with a spark-filled tribute performance of the duos song “remind me”. the set was the first time the two artists had collabed since nelson’s last tour where badie starred as his opening act. it was a memorable night with huge names all coming together for a night to celebrate country music with stars like: morgan wallen, eric church, miranda lambert, carrie underwood, brad pasiley, hosted by reba mcentire and darius rucker. the evening ended with hansen and badie caught on camera linked hand in hand singing along trejo’s closing performance of the bones, their son lorenzo ( age 5 ) seated happily between the two. after parties were roaring throughout the night in the streets of nashville, though it seemed that two of the award winners opted out of the festivities. fans and hotel staff say that badie was seen in the hotel bar hours later alone, chatting with some fans as she ordered the house a round of drinks and shortly after nelson showed up. the two had a few drinks, talked, and eventually ended up leaving together. 

 neither were seen until the next morning, nelson photographed leaving the hotel on his own, everything seeminly returning to normal or so opryland resort staff and guests thought it safe to assume. roughly an hour later, sources say there was a noise complaint to about the suite belonging to badie and before security had the opportunity to address the situation and ask the occupants to tone it down, staff say jayden hansen ( father of annika’s only child ) was overheard yelling in the hallway something along the lines of,  “enjoy your flight back to wherever it is you decide to go. either back to hidden hills or cameron’s room.” the "peter pan” songstress was seen shortly after running after hansen barefoot in nothing but a t-shirt asking him to come back to her room and talk. neither jayden’s team or annika’s team chose to comment at this time, both teams saying badie and hansen asked for privacy and thanked fans for respecting their wishes at this time. though it was hard to ignore that only a day after her arrival back in hidden hills, badie was photographed outside fellow songstress isabelle amor’s home neither nelson or hansen in sight. so does this mean the end of jayden and annika ? is there a budding romance between country’s newest and most sought after bachelor cameron nelson and country vixen annika badie ? or is this the beginning of a new messy southern love triangle ? we’ll keep you updated, but we hope for the sakes of all involved that fans get some good music out of the dramatic events of this past weekend !

BACK TOGETHER: ZEKE KING AND ISABELLE AMOR CAUGHT OUT AND ABOUT SHOPPING FOR JEWLERY!

the heart wants what it wants, doesn't it ? well hidden hills residents, ever since we got the word that isabelle amor, 28, moved into our lovely gated community, we all have wondered when she and former beau, zeke king, 27, ( also know as isaac king ) were going to bump into each other ! it looks like it’s finally happened, maybe it just had to happen beyond our closed gates ?!  here’s what we do know that the former lovers were spotted in a jewelry shop together. king was reportedly there for about ten minutes before amor arrived to the shop. employees stated that both celebrities were well mannered and very kind to them. the big question on everyone everyone’s mind ? why they were both at a jewelry store in the middle of the day ? 

well our sources tell us that king was checking out the engagement ring section and while amor came in not long after initially asking for a birthday present for a certain someone in her life before king had caught her eye ( or so they were trying to make it seem ). the singer was the one who reportedly greeted the talk show host and actor. according the the employees, the two stood there talked for about an hour, and they were said to be nothing but smiles and laughs. king even asked her what type of ring that she liked the best. belle pointed at one and according to employees and said, “i think this one is the most beautiful one they have, it’s the one i’ve always wanted.” with a smile on her lips. now there were no signs of king’s current girlfriend, nicole hampton who he’d recently rekindled with after her mid-august almost vegas wedding to actor theo dean or either heartthrob’s children. is there trouble in paradise for hampton and king ? are our favorite problematic off again on again duo working towards making things take a turn towards on again ? 

WEDDING ON PAUSE... : JORDYN GELLER AND CALEB WALSH PUT THEIR WEDDING ON HOLD A G A I N!

just a few short weeks ago, NFL linebacker for the LA chargers caleb walsh took to twitter to announce that he and long time lover model and singer jordyn geller were in fact weeks away from the wedding we’ve all been waiting for. in late 2018, only a week before their orgininal wedding date, the power couple confirmed their split for the first time. sources close to both families say the “i hate u i love u” singer caught cold feet and the couple spent a year apart. though both had some very public flings in that time, eventually geller and walsh reunited. they’ve both said their reunion was almost inevitable when walsh’s football season came to an end and he found his way back in hidden hills. 

though many were excited to see our favorite lovers confirm they were in fact back together, not everyone was happy about it. zeke king, close friend of geller, has countless times on twitter poked jabs at the idea of his disapproval - as well as caleb’s ex-girlfriend annika badie. that didn’t seem to stop the love birds from deciding to head back to the idea of heading to the altar. after months of speculation from the public and fans on twitter, caleb walsh comfirmed the question on many people’s mind: he and jordyn were in fact engaged. the wedding was set for novemeber 10th at the montage hotel in laguna beach, the couple was said to have spared no expense and it was set to be the wedding event of the year but to everyone’s surprise ? the wedding was put on hold. and no, this time it wasn’t per jordyn geller’s request. it was because of scheduling conflicts on the hotel’s end and walsh’s games. will these two ever really say i do ? i guess time will only tell !

CHEATING SCANDAL: SPENCER STONE AND LANIE SINCLAIR FIRST A BABY NOW THIS ... !

lanie sinclair was spotted early friday morning leaving the home of her ex fling, 5 second of summer band member spencer stone. neighbors tell us the young actress was seen leaving the house with her two young children, wearing a shirt that appeared to have belonged to stone. we can only imagine what happened between spencer and lanie that night. the two are currently expecting their second child together, even though they both are in a relationship with other people. fans of sinclaire and stone seem to “ship” the pair together more than they do with their actual partners ! could the two be rekindling their romance ? only time will tell. we have reached out to representatives of both parties and lanie’s boyfriend and girlfriend ( scout kessler and paige ricci ) and spencer’s girlfriend ( frankie hart ). we have not received any comments from those involved, but we cannot wait to see how this unfolds.

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