#not trying to gatekeep the bible this was just funny to me

[l-ii-zz]

u are correct about the age thing. it depends which source(s) u use. I think the show bible calls him a kid (but iirc it also says Dib's exact age and last name should never be given and yet we have both in Enter the Florpus), but if u go by lost/unmade eps, iirc the Trial shows that irkens are smeets until they are 10 and then they are adults (and they aren't human so saying "but in human years!" is ridic imo. we don't say "but it human years that would be..." except for our domestic animals, and even then not every person does THAT). if u take Word of God, Jhonen has said Zim is an adult so many times idk why ppl think he's STILL just having a laugh. he's said it's bc he thinks it's funny that a grown ass man would count a Literal Child as his nemesis, and cites the Dennis the Menace comic series. but if u take ONLY what is on screen then it's a mystery and up to interpretation. it's just sort of *shrug emoji*.

The show bible (made by JV btw) calls him a kid, yeah. There's one section of an old magazine talking about the series and describing Zim as a kid too.

Honestly there are a bunch of things that have been told about the IZ universe that doesn't even make sense now. Like yeah, Dib's last name and age, another example would be about the Tallest and the cut thumbs and how this was entirely forgotten/discarded for their new design for the movie.

I also agree with you about the possibility that human and irken age concept could be different from one to the other. We're talking about aliens anyway. Alien society with alien customs and alien ideals and alien culture and alien environment etc etc etc. Who knows? maybe planet Irk rotates/revolves faster that Earth's and by that it would mean that an irken year is way shorter than an earthling year. Nothing in the series can confirm that, yeah, but you cannot either deny that it's a possibility. Hell, even irkens can have another extremely different perspective about maturity

Like, the show itself is so ambiguous about these themes that I don't even understand why people are so stubborn to gatekeep one single concept as the entire truth, even if the show is a whole pile of nonsense that doesn't even try to take itself seriously.

"But JV said this" yeah.... and? not everyone support the "Word of God" thingy. If the final product doesn't give you a clear answer then you are on your right to have different interpretations. Not to mention that the creator is not the only one developing the concepts of a show. There's a whole team behind the show, and behind the team there are different perspectives.

I'll give you one example with another fandom: Cuphead! when fans were speculating about the age of the cupbros (and this was looong before the dlc and animated show's announcement) they asked Studio MDHR (the creators) if the bros were kids or adults. They replied saying that they were "kidults" (adults with childish tastes). But then, another person asked the same question to the writer of Cuphead, and he answered that they were teens! So, in this case, is one answer more valid than the other? I don't think so, 'cause both parts worked for the final product. This is one of the reasons why I don't truly take "Word of God" seriously.

Also, and this is just my opinion btw, even if Zim is a straight up adult, he can still be interpreted as a kid. Because well... he dresses up as a kid, he goes to school, he interacts with other kids, his nemesis is another kid, he has robo parents, he's small like a kid, he behaves like a kid, he sounds like a kid... (WITH ALL THIS ONLY REFERRING TO IZ'S UNIVERSE, I'M NOT SAYING THIS ALSO APPEALS THE REAL WORLD)

"Yeah, but visualizing Zim as a kid triggers me" that's valid, but have you ever thought that other people can also feel triggered by visualizing Zim as adult? Because well.. some people can feel uncomfortable with the thought of a straight up adult fighting a kid and pretending to be one, even if it's just comedy.

Can't we all.. stop gatekeeping and let everyone interpret fiction however the heck we want without pointing each other and talking shit to each other? I know it's too much to ask, but wouldn't be nice to respect the fact that no one will think the same way you do? (NOT SPECICALLY TO YOU ANON, ALL QUESTIONS ARE RETORIC, LOL).

It's just so absurd to me, we're talking about fiction. Why are we fighting for the age of a character that doesn't even exist? We're going coconuts.

It's more fun to create headcanons and aus, I prefer doing that instead of fighting nonsense.

As you said, dear anon: *Shrug emoji*

#replies #anon #and that's the only thing I'll say about the age debate #who cares #shut up liizz

[fantastic-nonsense]

Hi, so I don't want to dismiss all the work that you've put in, especially because clearly this comes from a place of passion. But I don't understand your reasoning for writing a comprehensive, and frankly a bit nitpicky, guide of canon verse fanon. I understand your frustration, I've experienced it as well, especially when something you know that is fundamentally wrong is prevalent. However, I don't understand what your canon bible attempts to accomplish. You say the word 'wrong' like people are doing a fundamentally bad act and can be made 'right' but it's fundamentally and inarguably harmless. Is this for new fans, who either will get demoralized or intimidated and either they will be driven away or will ignore you; is this for people who read the comics and want to refresher; or is it born out of frustration and gatekeeping and meant for your small circle out of a way to express your frustration with the current Era and fandom? You can do whatever you want and I have no right to tell you to stop when you're not hurting anybody, but I think that "I'm just educating people so they can be correct!", is a pretty shitty thing to dump in the tags with an insinuation that everyone is having fun wrong and you're here to make sure that everyone has fun the right way.

I didn't read past your third sentence because this is an awfully long and angry-sounding ask to send to someone whose post was just "hey I'm going to make some posts about fanon vs. canon in a fandom extremely notorious for not engaging with the source material, please send me any additional things you'd like me address" but if you want the explanation:

I was correcting some fanon misconceptions on Twitter (specifically regarding nicknames and bad interpretations of canon events) and people asked me to make a thread about it. I thought people on Tumblr could benefit from having the same information I was planning to post to Twitter, especially since I can expand on that information here in a way I can't on a character-constrained platform. It's not that deep. I write meta and address this kind of stuff all the time; this is just a slightly more targeted and dedicated effort to do something I'm already doing.

As I once stated on a completely different post: When fans who engage with the source material on literally any level interact with fanon-based material, we are often unable to recognize the characters or events depicted…because they’re not the characters that actually exist or the events that actually took place, they’re just fanon’s weird idealized, dumbed-down, twisted, or demonized conception of those characters and events. And that’s extraordinarily frustrating for people who actually engage with canon, and of course we want to correct that.

Being told “your headcanon or understanding of this event is verifiably and canonically wrong” isn’t some personal attack against you, and it shouldn't be seen as such. It’s not people trying to kill your fun or enjoyment of a character. It’s not an attempt to chase you out of the fandom. It’s an attempt to correct (sometimes extremely widespread) misperceptions of characters or events that have NO basis in canon, inform you that your joke or post or fanfic just…isn’t actually funny or meaningful when it’s built on extremely basic and fundamental misperception of a character/event, and invite you to actually engage with the source material.

Fanon is pervasive in this fandom to the point where a lot of people either forget what's canon or they never get an accurate understanding of canon in the first place, and it can and does have sometimes an impact on how those characters are then treated in comics moving forward (see: Dick Grayson's characterization in Grayson, for example). It's also meaningful to other, less knowledgable fans when those misunderstandings are corrected by people who know what they're talking about! This, for example, was one of the responses I got to even just listing some of the things I wanted to cover and providing a basic explanation for one of them:

So frankly: I don't care what you think about my project. You can ignore me, block me, whatever. It's going to provide a lot of helpful information in a few easily accessible locations to a lot of people who otherwise wouldn't know said information. And if someone like me (who actually DOES read comics and DOES know the difference between canon and fanon) doesn't do it, no one ever will. That's more than enough justification for me to do it, especially if it pre-emptively answers questions people might otherwise be afraid to ask for fear of being dogpiled on.

#asks #dc comics #batfam #long post #dc fanwank

[papirouge]

If your fashion brand incorporates Bantu roots (iirc), will any of the pieces be traditional garments that I should look out for as an outsider? I try to stay away from cultural garments that would offend others if they saw me wearing them

That's a nice and considerate question🤍

I'm not one to get mad at people wearing other culture's textile or clothing. It's 2022 and our daily life is a melting pot of a bunch of different culture and this weird gatekeeping some people feel entitled to do reeks of insecurity. As a Black woman, I am genuinely embarrassed by Black women getting mad at non Black wearing Bantu knots or braids, when they themselves are literally wearing non Black women's hair on their scalp... At least, the non-White people doing these Black hairstyles are doing them with their own hair....🥴

I am currently obsessed with Kuba textile that originates from Congo. It's interesting that wax is hailed as a typical African textile when it's actually an import from European textile manufacturers lol (to give you an idea, the biggest wax manufacturer is Vlisco, which is a DUTCH textile company lol) So it's once again super funny to see some Black people getting butthurt defensive about non Blacks using or wearing it. So yes, wax eventually got reappropriated by Africans who made it a whole cultural symbol, exactly like the sailor suit, which is originally a British Empire uniform, got appropriated by Japan and eventually became THE symbol of the Japanese schoolgirl.

Here's a secret though : I always disliked wax because I'm not into colors like that lol I am MUCH MORE into Kuba textile that originates from my country of origin, Congo. I am fascinated with the shapes, the change of scale/"rhythm" of the composition. They are also much more toned down in term pf color (it's made of raffia so it's naturally brown and they use a natural dye(?) for the black or red color

Since I have a fondness for illustration I will create original surface pattern for the textile the clothes will be made of. I willl literally draw them from scratch. Just because I am making modesty clothing doesn't it should look boring or like a cosplay of the regency era lol I already stated how Eurocentric the tradfem aesthetic was (99% of tradfem -who aren't even White themselves- I know are fancy'ing the Jane Austeen book/Victorian era aesthetic). I want to create a collection for creative and dreamy Christian women living in the 21st century - not cosplaying living in the 1800s. Not all of us are spending all daydreaming about our rude lover while wandering in an English garden : we work, we travel, our existence isn't relying on a male attention. We are real human being - not book characters. It's when I realized how bad I was struggling to find dresses in winter that I decided to make a brand aiming to fix this issue. Thanks to this poll, I realized that many other Christian women struggled to find clothes they felt comfortable with.

Btw, IDK if that's you who asked me the question in the poll but someone asked be if my collection was only for Christians and not Catholics and I want to make clear that despite not being Catholic (nor Protestant - I'm non-denominational lol) : my brand focuses FIRST AND FOREMOST to Christian women -from ANY denomination- seeking to wear clothes they feel comfortable with. Tbh, I think Catholics women are much more consistent than the Christian ones when it comes to modesty. Like, more Catholics seem to agree that women should be veiled at the assembly, not wear make up, dress modestly, etc. than the average Evangelical women who for the most part is more "liberal"/"GoD dOeS'nt cAre aBout ApPeAreaNce" type (which is untrue since the Bible has very precise prescriptions about our physical appearance LOL). So yeah, I respect Catholic women a lot<3

ps/ for those interested, my mailing list for my upcoming collection is up :) I will soon start updating my insta page (I already have a whole month scheduled lol) so subscribe to get updates and news :)

#answered #my work

[hopeididntscareyou]

Oh my god Eric left kiss marks on my neck, i didnt even realize til now its kinda funny but i dont know how am i going to hide this tomorrow at work because its too dark and purple-ish i dont think my make up can handle it but whatever i'll try what i can. Maybe a bandaid or some shit. I'm obviously going to cover it and just try to pull some bullshit excuse. Not sure if people would believe me because its the first time i got a hickey this big.

Its dumb as fuck though how people always say hickeys are trashy/immature. Of course if you're going to be in a professional environment or fancy occassion or with family or something proper then you have to be presentable, but outside those circumstances i think that the general opinion of the society about hickey is just utterly stupid. The fact that the reasons they say its trashy is because they only had these when they were in middle school and that "yoU dOnT haVe to LeT eVerYboDy kNow yoU goT laiD" is literally so dumb and shallow. It even sounds more moronic than the the fucking mormon bible. If you think hickey is trashy you are probably just projecting your own shitty, show off behavior with another additional judgemental behavior. Some people gets a pleasure out necking, do you really think I would stop in the heat of the moment just because people think its trashy? Fuck off. Its like you're kink shaming. Gatekeeping isnt cool just because it isnt your thing doesnt mean you have to trash people over it, you dont decide what people wants to do with their life and what not, its their body its not like a hickey is some fucking covid virus that affects you in any way when you see it. So what if you find out that someone got laid, its not a big deal its fucking 2022 were living the liberal twitter age where people talk about sexuality and equal rights and you're still going off about some little hickey like its the 1950s. If you arent being prude you're just gatekeeping. Hickeys are literally just a sign of intimacy with another individual. Why cant you just ignore and go on with your day? or be happy for that person that they had a fun time instead of acting like a bitter incel.. if you seen someone with a hickey and you are so bothered that it grosses you out then you clearly have a problem and do you realise that spending a lot of time judging people doesn't make you a better person?

Anyway thats my defensive edgy rant, i just hate that i have to deal with having to cover it up which is going to even look worse and attention seeking than the bruise itself.

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

8/2/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

2 Kings 20-21

Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm China. Today is the second day of August. So great to be here with you today. Excited to be in the word of the Lord with you, however you are listening and when, whenever time of the day you are listening. I know some people are who have said they turn this on right when they wake up and some people who listen to it as they go to sleep and somewhere in between. So praying that the peace of the Lord is with you wherever and however you are listening. Today we are in the book of Second Kings with chapters 20 through 21. And this week we are in the New International Version.

Commentary

And so again about just different lineages and different people coming into play being king. And we read Manassa and he was twelve years old when he became king. Oh my goodness, that's so young to be really in any place of leadership, but yet a king, a ruler having a say so over people. Twelve years old. Oh my goodness. Like what formative years and how difficult that is. But you know what's also interesting to me is that there's always the mentioning of the mother. Typically there has been maybe not with every king that there is listed, but there has been a mother's name. And I'm like, is this because the mom was also helping? Is this because this is who we have to thank or to blame or what is this going on here? But it says that he did evil in the eyes of the Lord. He followed the detestable practices and everything that the Lord had driven out, everything that had every law, we're not doing this anymore, we're cleaning up the streets, we're cleaning up the city, we are cleaning up our hearts, was basically, hey, let's invite all that we have just sent out back in and let's make it ten times worse. And it even says that he did so much more detestable and evil things than what the Lord had destroyed before the Israelites. And when I read that, it was shocking to me to read there was even more evil wickedness that was done than what we had seen before and how the Lord had dealt with that. And so there's part of me that's like, man, how corrupt can a twelve year old be? What was going on? And at the same time and to me it just continuously reiterates that what we do matters and our children are watching. And whether it's four generations from us right now that lineage, those descendants will hear about stories of us, whether it's good stories, funny stories, stories of like we are actively still trying to heal this, whatever it is. There's going to be stories that are passed down. There's going to be things that have made an impression on our kids. Our grandkids are great great grandkids and three times great kids. I can't relate to. I'm a queen and my daughter will become a queen and we're just going to continue this royalty lineage. But what I do know is that we all play a vital role in the story that we are living in now, the kingdom of God and the story that we're in on earth right now and what we do matters. And even if you feel like it doesn't, it does. And so to really just encourage you whether you are a man and the leader of your household or the wife who's supporting and the gatekeeper of the home, I encourage you to really sit down together as a family unit or maybe you are in that season of waiting. I don't think you have to wait for a spouse in order to start praying over your family. Or one of the greatest pieces of advice that I had while I was waiting in the waiting season. If you want to call it that. Before I met Ben, one of my really good friends at the time had said I encourage you to just enter into a place of healing and to get healed of everything that you may take with you into your marriage because that's what happens. You don't really compartmentalize as well as we think we do and that's a part of us, it's our story. And so to walk through healing and so I would say if you're in that space of waiting, that's my piece of advice. If you are in a stage of life where you are married and you have kids or you have yet to have kids. I encourage you to sit with your spouse and just be praying over your family and both of your stories and the places that you've come from and the stories that you've come from. Even the things that you don't fully know. Like maybe having a conversation with your parents and asking questions that you never asked before. Not so that you can figure out if you come from a familylan that did things that were evil in the eyes of the Lord or righteous in the eyes of the Lord, but more so to just be aware of, hey, okay, this runs in our family. How can we be proactive to either continue this blessing or to really squash this? 

Prayer

So Father, I thank you for who you are and I thank you for your word that encourages our hearts to long for you and for righteousness and to bring your kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. And Lord, I pray that we would start within the walls of our home at our greatest ministry is in our family. And so regardless of where we fall, whether we're in the space of waiting or we are housing our own families, God, I pray that we would steward them well. This scripture would allow us to really just reflect and we would be a people who are aware of our actions where we have come from, it was the things that we didn't have control over, but the things that we need to take responsibility for and move forward. And so, Lord, I just pray that we would invite you into a safe and holy space and that you would guide and direct our steps, and it's in Your name we pray, amen.

Announcement

So, yes, I just encourage you, regardless of it's so funny how the intros always seem to flow at the outros, and that's totally the Holy Spirit, and I'm so grateful for his guidance. So rather than like an outro of connection, I just encourage you to either pause it and to literally jump into that conversation or to pause this and come back to it later on in your day. But again, whether you're like an adult or a kid or a teenager, there's like so many different demographics that I try not to leave anyone out of, but I feel like I'm always going to leave someone out. And you're living with your parents. Pursue healing. Don't try to rip your own scales off, please. Whether that's like a healing department in your church or professional healing through therapy or just journaling with the Lord, I feel like even that is so therapeutic. But really, just ask the Lord and he will guide you and he'll show you. And if you have a spouse, if you have a family that you have descendants coming from you, I encourage you just to pray with them. It doesn't have to be this super intense moment where everyone's like, falling out and crying. Those feel exhausting to me. They have value, but they also feel exhausting to me. You definitely can just invite the Lord in and say, hey, this is what I'm feeling, this is what I'm hearing. Let's pray over this. Wow, I didn't know that part of your story and I would love to hear more about that. I'm curious about it, and instead of judgment, moving and curiosity, it's just a great time of intimacy, of bonding and communication, and also just being proactive about pursuing the things of the Lord. So I just encourage you to either journal or to grab your spouse and just to pray and pray over each other. It doesn't have to be this grand thing. It can be however it presents itself, however it leads. But that is all for today. I'm China, I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer Line

Good evening, Dancy, Sam. This is lady of Victory and it is the evening of Monday, the 25 July. I am calling to say thank you to everyone who has been lifting us up in prayer regarding my son. As many of you know, on the 10 July we celebrated the one year anniversary of my son's. Son and I went up to Jersey and just kind of walked his last hours, went to the lake where he was fishing when he passed, and then drove from the lake to the hospital where they had taken him and then went to the funeral home and just kind of walked in some of his spaces. And it was the hardest thing I had ever done. And I tell you, I bald like a baby. But in all of it, guys kept telling me the chorus to this song by Baby Mason. Trust his heart when you don't understand, when you don't see his plan when you can't trace his hand trust his heart and I tell you that was the hardest thing. Like, God, I don't understand it and I don't see how you're working this out for my good, but I trust you because I know that you love me. I know you loved him and I know that you have some purpose out of this team. And so I'm asking him to give me wisdom through these wounds to be able to use it for his glory. And so thank you to all of you all. I did not hear everybody. I'm just listening to the Dab and heard KSD call in and say all of the people who were praying. And so we're won. And so while I didn't hear it, he did. And I just wanted to say thank you so much and continue to lift us in prayer. I love you guys with the love of the Lord. Be encouraged.

Good morning, DAB family. I'm calling requesting safe travel, prayers to me for safe travel and prayers for me to find active employment when I return home to Detroit, Michigan. I'm driving from Mesa, Arizona to Detroit. My prayers are with you. I stand in agreement with you daily and I want you to stand in agreement with me. My name is Brenda. Thank you so much and have a glorious day.

Good morning. D-A-B-C. Family, this is Susan from South Carolina. Just two things. First of all, kingdom seeker Daniel, thank you so much for witnessing in front of your grandson with your call the other day, praying for someone and he was in the car with you. I think just good job. Just showing the next generation the love of God. And also I'd ask you to please pray for my friends Wanda and Elvin. Elvin has prostate cancer. His wife says that he's holding his own and also she is struggling to continue working and care for him. Thank you.

Good morning, DABC family. It's Pamela, refined by the fire from Pennsylvania. And I'm calling in for Simone. Simone, my sweet, sweet sister, I just want to let you know that I have been, along with thousands and thousands of your brothers and sisters around the world, have been praying for you and congratulations on passing your test. And we're continuing to pray as God guides you to the perfect job. And we are agreeing with you in prayer about your niece. I believe her name is Jamie and that the pregnancy will go full term and God's promised baby the promise will be delivered healthy and sure in the Lord. I want to pray for Jamie now. Heavenly Father, please surround and infuse Jamie with your presence and your holy peace. Give her comfort in knowing that her mom is there for her. She may not be there physically, but she's there in spirit. She's alive and well with our Lord and she is there with Jamie in spirit to go through this and I praise you. And I thank you Lord, for Simone to stand in as the handsome feet of her mom in the absence of her mom's physical being there. We all agree in prayer that you will carry the promised baby to full term and bring her or her I forget helsi into the world.

Hey guys, this is Kate calling in to pray for Charles in Florida. I just heard your prayer fast, brother, and I am so grateful that the Lord's hand was on you for all these different situations that he knew that you were going to have cellulitis and what a relief to know that you didn't have the surgery. So Father, I thank you for Charles, thank you for his update and thank you for his attitude. And I praise you that you took good care of our brother and I pray that you would continue to give him excellent care, guide any medical professional mind. Would you provide any rides that Charles might need or food or anything else that the body of Christ can come alongside him and provide just even a listening ear? We're the worldwide visitors here on the prayer line. So Father, I thank you again and I praise you in Jesus precious name, amen.

[dearhummingbird]

too easily influenced! I’ve been doing alot of reading and now I want to buy a bajillion books — my Bookshop cart was at $400+! — I feel guilty only because I’ve got so many on my shelves that I’ve not touched! ughh. I don’t know to amend my bookbuying habits other than by staving myself off from bookbuying completely, which is what I’ve done the past year or so. I know I’d feel a lot better if I donated what I didn’t want to thrift stores I just haven’t prioritised it but now it feels real, it feels serious. also it feels like I’m in that place again where I only read books to learn or gain something, or to find a certain kind of answer that will comfort me; nothing necessarily wrong but, I’m older now, you know? I want things to be different, expansive, more so than before. I probably don’t make sense to you and sound pedantic but I understand what I’m talking what. anyway not trying to be dramatic and never want to create or recreate a space of shame when it comes to books anymore, so here’s a list of things I’d love to buy:

Miriam Toews’ Women Talking

Robert Alter’s The Art of Biblical Narrative

Shahida Bari’s Dressed: A Philosophy of Clothes

James Wood’s How Fiction Works

Paisley Rekdal’s Appropriate: A Provocation

Herman Melville’s Moby Dick

these are kinda up there; Miriam Toew’s because she seems funny and manages humour without detracting from the weight of what she’s talking about, i also love the premise of her books; Alter because of Jennifer from Insert Literary Pun Here, she mentions how Alter consolidates what everyone assumes to be narrative contradictions in the Bible to be instead narrative strategies, and that’s something I’m really really interested in because every time there’s a contradiction of some sort I, small-mindedly, doubt the writer and their capabilities, instead of giving them some kind of chance or thinking hey maybe this was an intellectual choice. I’ve realised this and that makes me wonder why I’m such a skeptic reader, why am I this distrustful? so easily put off, so quick to judge.. anyway I think the Bibles very interesting too so I really want it; I want Dressed because I’m starting to sew and I just want to read about fashion through a literary lens, and this looks like it; I want to read Wood because I don’t want to immediately invest in Serious Noticing; I want Appropriate because of @dorothea-rising who has very clearly had a lot of influence on this list! Moby Dick too and because I want to read Gilead, not that I need the former to read the latter but I kind of want to. 

if you really really want my full list I’m going to put it here(also because I want to!!) 

George Saunder’s A Swim in A Pond in the Rain

Craft in the Real World by Matthew Salesses

Luster by Raven Leilani(people either loved this or thought it was meh so I wanna see how I feel about it!)

Savage Conversations by Leanne Howe(because of Claire Reads! <3)

A Brightness Long Ago by Guy Gavriel Kay

Ametora: How Japan Saved American Style by W. David Marx

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters(because of that interview about something like how straight people are increasingly seeing the world through a trans lens)

Changing My Mind by Zadie Smith

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer(duh!)

Lynn Nottage’s Intimate Apparel

All of It Singing by Linda Gregg

The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert 

Lauren Berlant’s Cruel Optimism

Infinitely Full of Hope: Fatherhood and the Future in an Age of Crisis and Disaster by Tom Whyman

Advice for Future Corpses (and Those Who Love Them): A Practical Perspective on Death and Dying by Sallie Tisdale

The Alleluia Files by Sharon Shinn(which I think is out of print which makes me very! upset! I put off buying this one for so long and now I got hunt it down and it’s my fault)

Sleeveless: Fashion, Image, Media, New York 2011-2019 by Natasha Stagg

The Art of Repair by Molly Martin

Notes From An Apocalypse by Mark O’Connell(because of Rosianna Halse Rojas + Parul Sehgal!!)

as you can see I’m kinda lusting for criticism + fashion, and btw I won Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous in a book giveaway(that came with a shampoo that’s locally and sustainably made! <3) which I don’t regret choosing because I’ve wanted it for months but Detransition, Baby was another option of three that I could’ve gotten! see, every book I have is influenced by one person or another and I always question whether I have any kind of readerly instinct because I always just read based on people’s recommendations.. it’s perfectly harmless but idk! Do you do the same?

currently from the library I’ve got The Essex Serpent, Uprooted, Rules for Visiting, The Gatekeeper by Nuraliah Norasid, When A Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare, Love Medicine, Homeland by Barbara Kingsolver + A Cheater’s Guide to Love. 

#rooted in shame! #i would love to hear how you read or encounter books or anything you love #i don't want to feel this way i never want to feel this way #i feel like people will read this and be like this is too much for me #:( #:((((( #help #self doc

[itstheelvenjedi]

Not gonna dogpile on the actual post bc that would be disrespectful but I've just seen a post from a mutual on my dash where someone complained saying they got "hate on a joke post about liking the jedi"

Thing is I specifically remember this post. Sweetie, you LITERALLY FUCKING called "everyone who hates the jedi for whatever reason" an "edgelord who needs to go to therapy" and then had your followers come after people who pointed out that actually, some of us have valid reasons for not liking the Jedi to fucking GATEKEEP RELIGIOUS TRAUMA bc "you can't have religious trauma if you didn't grow up in the Bible Belt go to therapy edgelord lulz" (I got news for you: I've been to therapy and get this, part of my strategy for managing that trauma is to avoid things that remind me of it like the fucking jedi code!)

Don't try to call that a joke post because it wasn't fucking funny.

#fandom critical #prolly gonna delete this later #but oh my god quit acting like you were 100% innocent you literally came out swinging at EVERYONE #and your sole defence when i pointed this out was ''well i wasn't TAlKiNg about you oh my GOd'' #as if that in any way justifies you being passive aggressive to people for not agreeing with you #you can't claim it's a ''joke post'' when you literally blanket attacked everyone and your followers immediately went on a gatekeeping spree #jedi critical #elven rants #elven rants in the tags

[crashdevlin]

Plus One

Author’s Note: Written for @spnfanficpond Galentine’s Day for @coffee-obsessed-writer It’s a day early, girl, so treat yo self

Also written for @spnkinkbingo, filling my Meet Cute square

Summary: When y/n is forced to learn to dance for her ex’s wedding, she meets a certain green-eyed man whose brother thinks he doesn’t have any rhythm.

Pairing(s): Dean X bisexual!Reader, Past OFC x Reader

Word Count: 4772

Warnings: ballroom dancing, fluffiness, bad flirting, little bit of dirty talk, 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!  protected sex, oral sex (fem rec), fingering,

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You grimaced as you walked into the large open room with the mirrored walls. You were the only one in the room below the age of sixty. You didn’t want to be there. You wanted to walk out, entry fee be damned, but you had to learn or you were going to make a fool of yourself. Probably do that, anyway.

You sat on a bench in the far corner and waited for the instructor to show up. You were picking at your cuticles when the door opened and the most handsome man you’d ever seen walked in. You thought he might be the instructor for a moment, as he was about your age which put him a good twenty years younger than anyone else taking the class, but he surveyed the room and then moved to lean against the non-mirrored wall near the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps bulged under his plain black tee. Your eyes flicked to his left hand and you were happy to see there wasn’t a ring there, but you didn’t let your hopes up. He could be here to learn for his wedding.

The instructor was a woman who must’ve been in her seventies and she looked like she’d smell like the inside of a craft store. When she told everyone to pair up, the handsome man made a beeline for you, which made you smile. “You already got a dance partner, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, his eyes a brilliant green and you found yourself frozen for a moment as you wondered how this man was a real human being.

“Uh, no. I’m a solo.”

“Not anymore, you’re not. I’m Dean.” He offered you his hand, which seemed huge.

“Y/n,” you said, standing and taking the hand. Yeah, it was huge and you could feel calluses on his fingertips when they brushed your wrist.

“Go ahead and take a few minutes to get to know your partners. We’ll start on basics of stance in five minutes,” Mrs. Philips said.

You smiled, nervously, up at Dean. “So, we, uh, appear to be on the younger end of the spectrum in this classroom.”

“Well, thanks for sayin’ I look young.” He flashed a brilliant smile full of perfect teeth. “So, y/n, what brings you to an intro ballroom dance class?”

You really liked the sound of your name on his lips. “You first, Dean.”

He chuckled, hands going into his pants pockets. “My brother’s taking an introductory painting class with our… with this kid we take care of. He saw they were offering the dance course and signed me up without asking me, because he says that I have no rhythm.” He shook his head like he disagreed. “Your turn, y/n.”

You stalled for a minute, wondering if you should be completely honest with the stranger or alter it to avoid issue. The earnest look on his face made you decide on honesty. “My ex-girlfriend is getting married next month.”

You could swear his face fell a little at that. “Oh?”

“Yeah, and I was the complete idiot who made good on the whole ‘We can still be friends’ part of the breakup, so I'm now Bridesmaid Number Three and she's made it clear that I'm expected to participate in all aspects of the wedding, including this ridiculous and awkward choreographed ballroom dance between the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Guess she forgot that I can't dance.”

Dean scoffed. “Wow. Sounds like a high-maintenance bitch.”

You laughed. “Yeah, well, the guy she cheated on me with is a major league asshole, so they're a match made in Hell.”

Questions filled Dean's green eyes. “Oh, so she's not a-”

You cut him off before he could say the ‘L’ word. “Nah. Unapologetic bisexuals, the both of us. Just, one of us thought they needed to have a girlfriend and a boyfriend and the other knew what ‘exclusive’ means.”

“Wow. If you don't mind me asking, why are you still friends with this bitch? I'd’ve cut her off a long time ago.”

You shrugged, looking past Dean to Mrs. Phillips, who was doing the rounds meeting the new students. “Started out that I genuinely didn't want to lose her and now it's more obligation. The LGBT community here in Kansas is a little exclusionary. They tend to ignore anything beyond the first two letters.”

“Didn’t know there was so much gatekeeping around that shit. Learn something new every day,” he said, smirking. “And you'd think they'd know about the Kinsey Scale.”

You laughed. “Not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Good evening! I'm Mrs. Phillips, what are your names, dears?”

“Dean Winchester.”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Well, welcome, welcome, we'll be starting momentarily.”

Dean watched as the woman walked away before turning back to you. “She smell like cinnamon sticks and moth balls, to you?”

You snickered under your breath. “It's weird because that's exactly what she looks like she smells like!”

You enjoyed easy conversation with the man… until it came time to embrace and work on your positioning. He took your right hand in his left and set his right hand on your back, just under your shoulder blade. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to look away from him, but his green eyes kept calling to you. There was no conversation after that. You were little better than mute for the entirety of the time his hands were on you.

When the class ended, he smiled as he stepped back from you. “Will you be here on Thursday?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll try to be here, too. Wouldn’t wanna leave you without a partner.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next few weeks, every Monday and Thursday was spent in deep anticipation of the night class. Dean had only missed one class, the third Thursday, and he’d showed up on Monday with a face full of healing bruises and an apology on those full lips.

“You don’t need to apologize, Dean. I mean, you obviously had some sort of accident… or maybe you got in a bar fight?” you asked, gesturing at his face.

He laughed. “Uh, yeah, something like that. I still wanted to be here, though.”

You smiled as you took up a waltz with him. “Your brother’s wrong, by the way. You’ve got all kinds of rhythm.”

“Ah, I’m glad he was wrong in this instance. Never woulda met you if he hadn’t signed me up.”

“This might be…” You looked down, blushing. You couldn’t ask this question if you were looking in those damn eyes. “This might be a big ask, but did you maybe want to be my Plus One for Debbie’s wedding?”

“When is it?”

You ventured a look at his face. He was smiling and it made you bite your lip. “Valentine’s Day. How cliche, right?”

“Sure, I’d love to be your Valentine,” he said with a cocky smirk.

“You got a suit to wear? ‘Cause as much as I love the plaid look, I think Deb would probably throw a fit if someone showed up in something less than her rigorous dress code.”

“Have I mentioned that your ex sounds like a high-maintenance bitch?” he asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, I got a few suits. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll have to give you my number after class, so we can coordinate. Where’s the wedding?”

“Kansas City. Not too far.”

“That’s good. ‘Cause I don’t fly and if it were a destination thing, we’d have to plan some extra travel time.”

You smiled. “You’re afraid of airplanes?”

“They’re flying deathtraps. I don’t know why everybody is so shocked when I say I’m scared of ‘em.”

You looked up into his bruised and battered face. “Because you aren’t afraid of whatever did that to your face? You’re big and strong and don’t seem like the type to piss his pants over being stuck in a metal tube 30,000 feet… you know what, that does sound scary.”

He smirked. “See? S’why I drive every damn place.” He adjusted his grip on your hand. “You think I’m big and strong?”

“And funny and handsome and oh, my god, I’m totally not flirting with you, I promise,” you said, your cheeks heating up as you looked down.

“Well, if you were, you’d be doing okay at it.”

You bit your lip and looked up again. He really was unnaturally handsome, even covered in bruises. “Is that face gonna be healed before Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah. I got a friend who used to be a faith healer. He can get rid of these like magic.”

You laughed. “He used to be a faith healer?”

“Yeah. Other stuff became more important, but he still pulls out the mojo for me and my brother and Jack. The family, ya know?” He laughed. “You look so skeptical!”

“Look, this might be the Bible Belt, Dean, but not everyone believes so deeply.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the difference here. I know what Cas does works. Anyway… you don’t have to worry about it, y/n. I’ll be handsome again by Valentine’s,” he said with a wink that made you shiver.

“It’s completely unfair, Dean Winchester, that you’re so handsome while black and blue.”

“Oh, am I?” He smirked at you as you lost your footing and he had to shuffle not to step on you.

“Yes, you are. Distractingly so.”

“Well, you’ll have to work on that unless you wanna make an ass of yourself at Debbie’s wedding.”

You laughed. “Well, either way I win, Dean, because my date to her wedding is gonna be a lot hotter than hers.”

He laughed again and everything seemed a little bit brighter in the wake of that sound.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Dean met at the cheap motel you’d agreed to stay in. Rooms 14 and 15 to make things easy on the both of you. You spent two hours on your hair, another ninety minutes on your makeup. You could hear Dean watching what sounded like Scooby Doo in his room, yelling at Fred for being a ‘cheating douchebag’.

When you stepped out of the room in your lavender bridesmaid dress, you felt awkward and anxious. For some reason, it felt like you were going to your first school dance or something. Taking Dean to this wedding seemed to regress you back a couple decades. You knocked on his door, heard the television turn off as he got up to greet you. You gasped when the door opened to reveal him.

He was wearing a dark grey suit with a shiny patterned grey tie. He had a long black coat over it and he had his hair gelled up. He looked amazing. “Wow,” you both said, simultaneously, then both smiled a bit nervously.

“Purple is definitely a good color on you, sweetheart,” he continued, letting his eyes run down your body.

You chuckled, smoothing your hand down the front of the dress. “It’s technically ‘lavender’. She was very specific on the color of purple. But… thank you. You look breathtaking, as always.”

“I take your breath away?”

“Why do you always make me question what comes out of my mouth?” you asked, shaking your head as he stepped out of the room and secured the door behind him. “I’m certain that I’m not saying anything bad but then you smirk and you make it seem like I’m flirting poorly and you think that’s hilarious.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s hilarious. I think it’s adorable,” he said, opening the passenger side door of his Chevy and helping you in.

He drove you to the wedding venue, a hotel with a beautiful outdoor area specifically designed for weddings. You were certain it was extremely expensive. Debbie was screaming in the bridal suite. You could hear it as you approached. You sighed, turning to Dean. “You should go get a seat. Hope your phone is fully charged. We’re probably gonna be a while.”

He nodded, pulling his headphones and cell phone out of his coat pocket. “Good luck with Bridezilla.”

Debbie was screaming about bobby pins. Apparently, whoever brought the pins had brought blond ones, not brown ones. It was a huge deal. As was the fact that there was only Diet Coke, not regular, and that there weren’t any electrical outlets next to the plush chair she wanted to sit in while she got her hair done. You found yourself wondering what you saw in that woman as you retrieved an extension cord and plugged a power strip into it.

“So, who’s your date? Did you bring a date? Because you’re paying for the steak plate if you RSVP’d for someone who doesn’t exist,” she bitched as the stylist pulled at her hair.

“He exists. He’s outside right now. And he wants some damn steak.”

“Who is he?”

“His name is Dean. I met him at the Rec Center in Lebanon.”

“And? What do you know about him?”

“About as much as you knew about Spencer when you started dating him. I know his name, I know his brother’s name, I know the name of the orphan they adopted when the kid's mother died, I know his best friend's name is Cas. I know he thinks he's funny but his brother thinks he's an idiot.” You shrugged. “I can learn more as the time goes.”

“You barely even know him and you brought him to my wedding?!”

“You barely even knew Spence when you left me for him, so…”

“Oh, don't even start this on my wedding day!”

“You started it,” you argued. “Look, I'm not trying to start a fight with you. Just don't judge Dean when you haven't even met him.”

“He better be amazing.”

That you managed to make it through Debbie getting ready to walk down the aisle without you or one of the other bridesmaids bashing her over the head with that vase of long-stemmed roses she kept bragging about, was a miracle. You were beyond relieved when it came time to grab your small bouquet of tiny purple daisies and walk the aisle. You smiled at Dean as you passed him, and he pulled his headphones and gave a small wave.

“Whoa. That's your date?” the Maid of Honor, Brittany, whispered. “I gotta hang out at the Rec Center more often. Wow!”

“You said he has a brother?” the other bridesmaid, Amber, asked.

“Yeah, but I haven't met him, yet. He might be a troll. I don't know. I'll let you know.”

The groomsmen looked all right in their black tuxes, but your eyes kept gravitating toward Dean in his suit. Even as the crowd turned to watch Debbie walk down the aisle in her dress with the mile-long train, her breasts on display with her sweetheart bodice, your eyes were stuck on him… and he was looking at you. “Well, damn, looks like we might be at another wedding this time next year. Someone’s givin’ you the moon eyes,” Amber said.

“Shut up,” you whispered, fiercely. Debbie was halfway down the aisle, if she heard anyone talking about anything other than her on her big day, she’d flip out. You zoned out when Debbie got to the altar. Spencer’s vows were ripped off from Cory from Boy Meets World and you seemed to be the only one who noticed. Debbie’s vows boiled down to ‘you made my life better with all the stuff you’ve given me’ and you had to literally fight back a yawn. When they kissed, you gave a little golf clap. “Can we eat now?” you whispered as the newlyweds ran down the aisle toward the reception hall together, laughing happily.

“Pictures,” Brittany said, rolling her eyes. “Then food. I gotta go help.”

Dean approached as you followed Brittany toward the reception hall. “Well, that was…”

“You don’t have to say it, Dean.”

“You know the groom stole his vows from a TGI Friday show, right?”

You snorted. “I thought I was the only one who noticed!”

“As soon as he said, ‘Ever since I was young, I never understood anything about the world’ I knew it. I used to watch the hell outta some Boy Meets World. Topanga was hot as fuck.”

“She still is! Did you see the sequel series they did? About the Matthews kids? She’s still super hot. Lawyer-milf in a skirt suit, yes please.” Dean put his arm around your shoulders as you followed a line toward the reception. You liked the warmth and leaned into him. “So, she’s gonna do her sunset pictures with Cory Matthews and then they’re going to do their first dance. Then there’s the first round of toasts, gonna be from Debbie and from Spencer’s dad. Then we get to eat. I’m starving.”

“You should’ve said. I’ve got a bag of M&M’s in my pocket.”

“Thanks, but we’ve got steak waiting for us.”

“And when do you gotta dance? And which one of those douchebags do you have to dance with?”

“After dinner and after Brittany and Mark do their toasts. Instead of the usual Daddy/Daughter dance, Debbie decided that the bridal party need to dance, instead. So, I get to dance with Jeff. Jeff’s the one that looks like Shaggy.”

“Oh, the goateed one.” You nodded. “Okay. Well, when they open the dance floor up, you and me can show ‘em what Mrs. Phillips has taught us.”

You laughed as he pulled away to pull out your seat at the round table closest to the long high-set table that Debbie, Spencer, Mark, Brittany and Spencer’s parents were going to be sitting. “If they play anymore waltzes after we get done with the Maids and Men dance, I’ll definitely show off with you, Dean,” you said as he pushed your chair in for you.

“I’m gonna request it,” he teased, sitting in the chair next to you.

“Oh, hush.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as the rest of the wedding guests poured into the hall and took their places at their designated tables. About fifteen minutes later, Debbie and Spencer entered. They immediately went into their first dance, two minutes of ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perri. “A song from Twilight. Really?” you whispered to Dean who chuckled.

“Why do you know that song is from Twilight?”

“Because Debbie’s Team Jacob and it was impossible to avoid when we were dating. I know things about that series I never wanted to know,” you answered, watching Debbie try to dance with that train behind her. Spencer tripped on it twice in the two minute song.

The welcome toasts were mostly just Debbie patting herself on the back for being so beautiful and getting a man who could pay for the wedding she always wanted and Spencer patting himself on the back for marrying a chick as ‘freaky’ as Debbie. The steak was well-done, because obviously no one knows how to cook a damn steak, and the baked potato was wrinkly and dry.

But Dean made things better. He joked through the dinner, kept his arm across the back of your chair so that you knew he was there, and gave quiet commentary as Mark and Brittany gave their toasts. He gave rapt attention as the bridesmaids and groomsmen all stood and walked to the middle of the dance floor. You matched up with Jeff, took your stance and waited for the music. You were nervous but as soon as ‘Once Upon a December’ came on, you let your mind go back to Dean holding you as the crazy old lady taught you how to dance.

Jeff was supposed to lead, but you ended up leading him around the dance floor and two and a half minutes later, all three bridesmaids were folded on the floor in an artful dance pose. You hated it, but you smiled at Debbie’s guests and let Jeff help you up. “That was…” Dean started as you sat down. He looked around before leaning closer to you. “Pretentious bullshit. Debbie choreograph that?”

You nodded, chuckling. “She’s a big Disnerd. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Anastasia isn’t Disney,” you whispered as Debbie and Spencer got up to cut the cake. They smashed the pastry into each other’s mouths, then Debbie demanded all the single women to line up behind her for the bouquet toss. You rolled your eyes and went to the back of the crowd. After the pushing and shoving was done and one of Debbie’s twice-divorced aunts had the bouquet in her hands, they opened the dance floor and the DJ turned on some pop music.

You were bouncing happily to some P!NK song when Dean approached with a drink from the bar and handed it to you. “You look like you need a little social lubrication.” You sniffed at the plastic cup and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s a screwdriver. Who doesn’t like vodka and orange juice?” You laughed and took a drink. “And when the DJ plays my request, we’ll need you a little loose.”

“What request?”

“You’ll see.”

Another four songs of pop and old R&B and an old rock song came on. Dean smiled brightly. “What is this?” you asked as he pulled you from the edge of the dance floor to the middle of it.

“Kashmir. It’s got three-four time,” he explained, wrapping his arm around you and taking your hand in his.

“The drums are in four-four, though.”

“Just listen to the guitar, then.” As Led Zeppelin played, you didn’t listen much. You focused on letting your body be led by his, the way he held you to him and spun you around the dance floor. You focused on his eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled as brightly as he was smiling. You focused on those perfect teeth in that smile and the freckles across his cheekbones and, as the song came to the instrumental outro, you focused on those full pink lips crashing into yours.

You dropped his hand, slipping your hands up around his neck to pull him down further into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you to pull your body harder against his. “Dean,” you whispered when you had to pull away to breathe. “My room or yours?”

“What, Debbie doesn’t have some grand exit planned that you’ve gotta be here for?”

You laughed. “She can run to the limo with one less sparkler lighting her way. She’s a high-maintenance bitch. Get me out of here.”

“Gladly,” he said, grabbing your hand and running for the exit. You were laughing as you swiped your purse off the table on your way out, ignoring the looks from Debbie, Brittany and several of the other guests. You were sure you’d never see most of them again.

Your phone was going off with texts before you even made it to the interstate, Debbie admonishing you for leaving, Brittany cheering you on and Amber just letting you know that Debbie was livid. You left your phone in your purple clutch purse on the seat of his car as he guided you toward his room. “I've got condoms in my bag,” he said, pushing his door open and pulling you in with him.

He made a beeline for his duffel bag and you admired the swell of his ass as he bent over. He pulled out a box of Trojans and set it on the side table as he sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at you. “As good as you look in that dress, y/n, why don't you go ahead and take it off.”

“You first, Dean,” you responded with a smile.

He smirked and stood, pulling his suit jacket off and tossing it at the chair in the corner. His hands went to his tie next, loosening it and pulling it off. As he started unbuttoning his shirt, you got impatient, moving forward and grabbing his belt. He kept removing his shirt, throwing it at the chair and missing as you pulled the button on his slacks. He grabbed your wrists to stop you as you went to unzip his zipper. “Your turn, y/n,” he said as he toed his shoes off. You reached to your right side and pulled your zipper down, letting the dress drop to your feet. “Damn. I’ve been waiting for this since I walked into Mrs. Phillips’ class. Worth the wait.” He dropped his slacks and boxers to the floor at his feet.

You pulled your bra off, tossing it across the room and eagerly slipping your panties down your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth and sliding against his. He grasped your hips and pulled you against him as he fell to the bed. The give-and-take, the taking turns, ended there as Dean took complete control of the situation. His hands groped their way down your body, learning where you were most sensitive and following his hands with his mouth to seek those places out.

To call Dean an enthusiastic lover would be an understatement. You had never had someone so attentive, giving off happy moans as he licked at your folds, praising the taste of you and making sure every move he made was well-received. Your orgasm was a slow build of two of his fingers fucking in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your clit lazily. He was taking his time, not racing to your finish line like every other lover you'd had. When you came, it wasn't an explosion or a tsunami, it was a succession of small waves of pleasure crashing into your nerves one after another until your breath was forced from your lungs.

“Dean,” you called, breathlessly beckoning him up from between your thighs. He crawled up your body, licking his lips. “Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

He smirked as he reached over and grabbed a condom, tearing the foil open and quickly rolling the latex down his length. He pressed his lips to yours as he slotted himself between your legs again. He notched the head of his cock at your entrance and let out a deep groan as he slid in to the base of him. “Jesus, woman. You're fucking tight.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. “Please move,” you whined.

He chuckled as he started to kiss along your jaw. “No patience, y/n?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. No time for patience. Fuck me, Dean. We've waited long enough.”

He slid his hips backward and eased in again, lazily, slowly, taking his time just as he had when he was eating you. “We got all the time in the world, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you cum ‘til you can't fucking move. Then I'm gonna get you back to Lebanon and I'm gonna fuck you some more.”

He started a slow rhythm, swiveling his hips and nibbling and licking at your neck. You met each movement of his hips, your heels in his back working as leverage. That is, until he pulled your legs free of his waist and pressed your knees up into your chest. When he picked up his speed, you squealed and squeezed your eyes closed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you rambled, almost chanting as he fucked you harder. “Dean, oh my god!”

“You almost there, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Y-you?” You opened your eyes and caught his lust-blown green ones.

“Yeah. Wanna get you there first, though.” He brought his right hand down to your hip and swept his thumb across your clit.

Your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a guttural moan pulling from your throat as your vaginal walls clenched and fluttered around his cock. He managed another three thrusts before his hips stuttered and he slammed forward to the hilt, spilling into the condom. He captured your lips again, both of you panting in the afterglow. You both moaned as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

He tied the condom off and threw it in the waste bin before dropping to the bed next to you. You chuckled as you snuggled into his chest. “Your brother really is wrong about you.” You looked up at him with a smile. “You've got amazing rhythm.”

He chuckled and held you close. “Gimme some recovery time and we'll dance again, y/n.”

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He entered the store wrapped in linens, A shine of mischief glowed in his copper penny eyes, There was a twinkling  nervousness in the way he walked, He barely looked at the two workers in the store, names of beck and jojo, as usual, they were pretending to be totally occupied in their work, shelving newly arrived books in their seemingly mindless incoherent manner, Judging from their output, the owner wondered if either one of them knew the basic fundamentals of the English language, or of any other language, jojo was talking about pop groups and their fabulous hairdos, A few she had known upfront and loved their music, She droned in beck’s ear, They changed the foundations of all faiths, shakers and bakers, She grinned, Their time was no longer continuous,           Only with jazz, beck said and smiled, I know you hate jazz but how could anyone confuse jazz with pop,       Calico glared at the pair, Child, something is continuous or it isn’t continuous, It doesn’t change in time,               I didn’t say it changes, The sense of time changes, jojo looked away from Calico and whispered in beck’s ear, Yes, it does change,         Listen to yourself sometimes, You make no sense, Within stories, there are pauses, and periods, interruptions in the narrative in the sense of time, New religions become substitutes for these silences,          Both workers looked at each other and laughed,   Do you believe that shit, beck whispered, They both continued to talk separately from Calico about an old movie they had seen and loved in secret, In the first scene, the dancers had tried to dance themselves into ecstasy, They          were shaking their wings loose,       jojo kissed beck on the back of his neck and he jerked away from her touch,           It’s only a stupid movie, but they don’t make movies like that no more,         Thank god, Calico said and laughed, The movie sounds stupid, string a few false memories together in a loop of lost time, It smells like old cheese,    jojo jokingly put a hand over her nose, No one laughed, She placed a new copy of The Adventures Of Bamboo and Bible Thumper by the front window display case, Two woodland creatures are fated to hell for their improper correspondence with the authorities, It had been duly condemned by chief Stubbs, Cal loved his self righteous attitude, The negative publicity boosted sales, We need to keep the tight asses stirred up in their righteous pots, They love it,         I love to be stirred, beck whispered in jojo’s ear,      No more chit chat, Work needs to be completed now and now and now,    jojo smiled, If you say so, madam,     

23/39/42   Books              No hills aloud      Reading begins when you watch a snowflake melt               After writing this on the front door, she wondered if she should change any of the words, She mumbled to herself, Numbers are insignificant, No one reads them out of sequence,             I can hear you, Cal, speak more softly,      As yet, no one had welcomed the man who had already entered the store,         I am fascinated with a few books, Cal said, Each one is a path between our world and other worlds, Which ones are real, who knows, I see the ones who are on the path enter my store, I would direct them to the books they would need on their journey, One day, there was an explosion in the reading room, The day Jake entered my store,    jojo stared at Cal’s hands and Cal stared coldly at her,              There’s nothing there, what are you looking at,          Who is Jake, an old friend of yours,         Cal looked at the man who was in the store,  That’s Jake, He is a bit hungover, but that’s Jake,      Jake stumbled a few feet forward, Yeah yeah yeah yeah, He mumbled and grinned, You beautiful ladies need a little more excitement in your life, Cal scoffed and ignored him, She read some lines written on the wall by the front door,    Listen, jojo, Jake wrote this the first time he was here,  The wiring was messed up, they would repair the wiring but their wiring was also messed up, Cal stopped and looked at Jake, I thought it was written by some kid, a pothead, one young man in particular comes to mind, He calls himself rebel, I thought he wrote it......but his wiring was messed up so he became a social worker, Cal laughed, Jake was an undercover cop back then, Now that’s funny,         Jake’s not my real name, Don’t mess with me, I know how to cripple someone for life,          A great skill to put on your resume, jojo whispered to beck,   Jake stared at beck, You were in prison, I know it,          beck fumed and walked over to the brightly colored Roswell table,        I said I know you were in prison, mate,              I’m not a brit, beck said and turned back toward Jake, I did my time, That’s the end of it,        Jake grinned, But life never ends, That’s the plot of old movies that keep echoing in your mind, They had to stop making realistic movies, The social order was crumbling, Hitler, Stalin, Mao, then we had the assassinations, People accept Oswald just to forget the whole mess, and get on with their lives, Hoover probably did it but what the hell, History is filled with so many intrigues and innuendos, Most of what gets written down is our best guesses, I’m trying to make a point, I don’t believe it,           I get it, Cal said and touched the linens wrapped around his body, This isn’t your usual clothes,         I had too much to drink last night, fell asleep by the river, Someone had wrapped me in this, It is comfortable, Jake smiled for a moment, But we must pretend otherwise all the time or the whole thing will come crashing down again and again,   Which reminds me of when I was standing by the gates in front of heaven, I looked around, I can’t see god, I said to the gatekeeper, He laughed, He’s not here, mate, He’s never been here,          When were you in heaven, beck asked,      I died and went there, That’s where I met Calico, Everything happens in this store, You are lucky to be here, This store contains all.........           No, Cal interrupted, Let me explain, When things begin to clear up in my mind, I have a clear idea, I saw how in these churches, Inside the church was a new world, Somehow their book had made maybe created a new world, For many of us, the only time we were inside of ourselves was when we were in a church, Happy together, So I saw I could do the same, A book could create a new world, or a bookstore could do the same, We would pick the right book or books, not a mirror, Maybe the glass was cracked or broken, We would create this haven from the world, The world the universe is a book, and......Well, you know the rest,    beck and jojo formed a bridge between their outstretched arms  and Jake pretended to be a tugboat and scurried under their bridge, After their quick charade, they all gathered together and had a good laugh,   Cal put a sign in the front of the store, We have enough here, no heroes or gods need apply,       Jake read it and ran his finger along the crack in the front window, You don’t believe this,        Of course not, I’ll take it down and put up another sign tomorrow, We don’t want to make it too easy for others to find our world, Stumble in and don’t forget to write something on a wall, Which book is the right one here, She sighed and looked askance, The question might be meaningless, The book was probably already here when we opened the store, We are hoping one of our customers will see it, We are not even sure why we can’t see it ourselves, what nonsense,