Stress I didn't need.
After I posted here last night I saw my cell phone was stuck on the start up screen and the side buttons nonresponsive. the protective case is broken. I have NO idea what happened. I had it out taking a selfie at the light show but it was fine and went into my purse. Why it looks like this, I don't know. I'm afraid it's outgassing so I put it in a pan in the kitchen overnight.
In the morning it's drained. I do NOT want to buy a phone in a panicked rush. I plug it back in and in a half hour it's charge enough to try to boot up. It's fine. OMFG WHY?
Catching up on my DVR, I watched another NCIS Origins this time the two supporting agents, a curly haired guy and a dark haired lady go for the autopsy. I like that the coroner is Native American but his aid is this late 30s early 40s woman with ever changing hair color. She looks at them and says you need to start having babies so we can have something happy to talk about down here.'
Curly looks at her and says, shocked, I'm married and I just had a baby.'
She shrugs and says I know but you two still need to have babies.'
Can you imagine ANYONE having this conversation in a military morgue?
I wrote this for spikesgirl58's six word challenge (and happy song for lyricaltitles) but since it's out of sequence in a series, I'm just posting it here. The six words were Scatter Moon Direct Summon Overjoyed & Acoustics
I Can’t Fight This Feeling Any More
Husker had a private audience for the sound check. The acoustics were perfect. As a musician himself, he had insisted on it when the All That Glitters was built. He wanted Vegas-like entertainment in his casinos. Even his first, the Jackpot, had a showroom but nothing as grand as this. He hadn’t the money at the time. Watching Angel swing around the dance pole, singing his heart out, moved something inside Husker’s chest. The better part of a year had passed since he’d won Angel’s soul from Valentino and he’d been resisting the idea of sleeping with the former porn star. Angel needed time to heal, not jump into the sack with an inveterate gambler and drunk like himself.
Angel had finally come around on that point. They were taking things slow and they had already had their rough patches. You nearly fucking lost his soul gambling, you fucker, Husker reminded himself. Still, Angel was direct about his feelings. He wanted a sexual relationship. Asmodeus, the freaking Deadly Sin of lust, had been shipping party packages to Angel and Husker. If Angel could summon Asmodeus himself to the Pride ring, he probably would.
He has the dude on speed dial. He absolutely can summon him here and if you’re still telling him he can’t consent because you own him, he just might do it. Husker shuddered in his theater seat, picturing the giant Deadly Sin sitting down for a one on one with him while Fizzarolli and Angel went shopping on Husker’s dime. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know Ozzie himself as the sin sometimes rented out the casino for parties. And some of the toys Ozzie had sent had scattered Husker’s wits, leaving him with nothing but the raunchiest, most unholy carnal thoughts about using the toys on Angel. None of those thoughts were being helped by the way Angel was swinging around his flying pole.
“Are you about done for the night?” Husker called over the music once Angel had alighted and was working on his floor routine. If he watched this any longer, there would be an emergency he wasn’t prepared to deal with and if he simply left, Angel would notice and would be hurt unless Husker lied and said something had come up in the casino. Oh something is definitely about to come up!
Angel slung back his pink and white hair, his cute little heart marking a mess because he was sweating from the work out. “Yeah, I think I’m ready for tomorrow.”
Husker stood, adjusted his trousers just to reassure himself there was only one flying pole in the theater, and then strolled down to the stage. He held a hand up to Angel. “Let’s go get some fresh air. I hear it’s a nice night.”
Angel took his hand, allowing Husker to help him off the stage. “Is there any such thing as nice nights and fresh air in hell?”
Husker snorted. “No, not really but as close as we’re going to get. In a few weeks, it’ll be snowing or some shit.”
“Hmm, I can break out the big fuzzy blankets for movie night and we can snoodle up.”
“Do I need a blanket? I’m covered in a thick fur coat, Angel.” Husker laughed.
Angel straightened Husker’s tie. “Then I can snoodle up in all that fur.” He ran his finger along the underside of Husker’s chin.
He wanted to joke that Angel was covered in fur too but his mouth forgot how to work. He simply smiled and offered Angel’s his arm, which was taken swiftly. He escorted the former porn star outside and Angel paused only a few feet from the door, tilting his face up to where the big pentagram in the sky hung glowing with the moon between two of the points. Stars had no shot against the Entertainment district’s neon glare.
“It’s almost pretty, isn’t it?” Angel asked.
“As close as we’re going to get. If you like the night sky, I wish you could have seen Red Rock Canyon outside of Vegas. You would have loved it.”
“Pity. All I ever had was Brooklyn and light pollution.”
An idea hit Husker. He glanced up to the tower they both lived in. His balcony stood against the night sky, inviting him up. “I have a little treat in mind, if you don’t mind heights.”
Angel snorted. “Did you miss the part about me being a Brooklyn Boy? I used to hang out on the top of high-rises all the time.”
“Then let’s try this and I suspect you’ll like it. Hold on tight to me but don’t squash my wings.”
“Oooo, Huskie, are you about to get naughty?”
“I’m about to drop you from a height if you don’t behave.” Husker narrowed his eyes at him.
“Then I better stay on the ground. You know I can’t behave.” Angel slowly trailed his tongue over his lips being a complete brat.
Husker chuckled. “True. Hang on.”
He swept Angel up into his arms, not an easy task since he was significantly smaller than the lanky spider. Angel slipped four arms around him with a squeal as Husker gave a mighty down beat of his wings and soared up in the sky. With an overjoyed laugh, Angel threw his head back and took it all in as Husker flew circles around the tower until he finally landed on the balcony. He steadied Angel against him, letting him get his long legs under him.
“That was wonderful. Can we fly again?” he asked with a bounce, eager as a kid at an amusement park.
“Sounds like something I should make contingent on you behaving.” Husker smirked.
“I’m never flying again.” Angel sighed, his shoulders sagging.
Husker tapped his security card to the door to open it to his penthouse. “Or, maybe, we can go inside and continue to misbehave?”
“What a pity I’ll never…wait, what?” Angel whipped around so fast Husker feared he’d spin himself off the balcony.
“You’re right. You’ve been telling me for weeks you know your own mind and that consent isn’t as murky as I think it is since I own your soul.” Husker couldn’t regret and be more grateful for the same thing at the same time than he did this. He’d be forever grateful for his impulse to save Angel from Valentino but owning him made for a moral mess. He’d never felt this way for any of the other souls he’d collected as an overlord.
“I know how I feel, Husker,” Angel said, a hint of warning in his tone. They’d had blow out fights about this on top of what Valentino had so recently done to Angel, to what Husker himself had almost done to him, to Angel accidentally dying from drugs again and having to respawn. Angel had a right to be wary.
“I do and I’ve been fighting my own feelings for a while now.” Since the beginning but I’m not telling him that. I can’t. It’s…embarrassing.
“What are you fighting for?” Angel leaned in to him.
“I have no idea.” Husker skimmed a hand along Angel’s soft fuzzy cheek.
Angel took that as the invitation it was, bearing Husker back against the French doors. His mouth met Husker’s and Husker pulled him into an embrace. The moon hung in the sky, just over Angel’s shoulder, bringing up lyrics in his fool head. When the moon hits your eye, like a big-a pizza pie, that's amore. Stop it! You’ll laugh into the kiss and he’ll be annoyed.
Angel nuzzled into Husker’s neck. “You’re tense.”
“No, just trying to kill an ear worm before it ruins the fucking mood.”
“Not gonna kill my mood. I’m a happy happy boy!” Angel nipped Husker’s shoulder. “Sing it, baby.”
“When the stars make you drool, joost-a like pasta fazool, that's amore,” Husker crooned.
“When the world seems to shine, like you've had too much wine, that's amore,” Angel sang back as he muscled Husker through the French doors. “I’m about to make you drool, babe, and later we’ll get that wine.” As Husker laughed, Angel said, “And tomorrow I’ll make you that pasta fazool.”
Husker wasn’t even sure he knew what that was but he was willing to bet on Angel’s cooking every time. “That sounds perfect.”
“No, this is what’s perfect.”
Angel crushed himself against Husker, his tongue exploring deep into Husker’s mouth. His body moved in ways that drew instant heat out of Husker. Yes, this was pretty damn perfect.
Hey they put up the panel I was at (not sure I'm in any of the footage) If you're interested in Hazbin or the voice actors, check it out
One Chance FAKE
Cooking around the Christmas Tree The Man From U.N.C.L.E./ Doctor Who
Behind The Scenes wip Hazbin Hotel
Meeting the Head Auror Harry Potter
Weekend at Jesus’ Good Omens
Last Minute Booking Torchwood
Where are you? Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
First Meeting at the Ministry Harry Potter
Fla Kes Star Trek: Voyager
good sir, that IS a demon The Untamed
Someone You Can Bet On wip Hazbin Hotel
The Holiday Tie That Binds Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ Grimm
colours Star Trek: Voyager
hold me now (oh, hold my heart) Hazbin Hotel
Free Gift Stargate SG-1
Mele Kalikimaka Doctor Who/ Addams Family
Parent and Aurors, Not a Good Combination Harry Potter
Everyone Here Wanted Something More Teen Wolf
Gingerbread The Owl House
Advent Joy
Day 13 Honestly all the Christmas Friday the 13th memes brought me joy but my thing today said to plan a vacation so I tracked down the italian tour group that my archaeologist tour guide in Wales suggested. Took WAY too long to figure out that they were on Pages on FB not friends or groups (since Pages wasn't in the shortcuts...) and then I asked my friend about them and she thought they folded in Covid. I see them posting a lot so maybe they're back? I'm not sure this was joyful.
Neither was my tea yet another tisane and this one is one I own. White Chocolate Peppermint. It's green rooibos, cacao nibs and white chocolate peppermint flavoring. It's very good but I'm getting tired of tisanes.
In the morning it's drained. I do NOT want to buy a phone in a panicked rush. I plug it back in and in a half hour it's charge enough to try to boot up. It's fine. OMFG WHY?
Catching up on my DVR, I watched another NCIS Origins this time the two supporting agents, a curly haired guy and a dark haired lady go for the autopsy. I like that the coroner is Native American but his aid is this late 30s early 40s woman with ever changing hair color. She looks at them and says you need to start having babies so we can have something happy to talk about down here.'
Curly looks at her and says, shocked, I'm married and I just had a baby.'
She shrugs and says I know but you two still need to have babies.'
Can you imagine ANYONE having this conversation in a military morgue?
I wrote this for spikesgirl58's six word challenge (and happy song for lyricaltitles) but since it's out of sequence in a series, I'm just posting it here. The six words were Scatter Moon Direct Summon Overjoyed & Acoustics
I Can’t Fight This Feeling Any More
Husker had a private audience for the sound check. The acoustics were perfect. As a musician himself, he had insisted on it when the All That Glitters was built. He wanted Vegas-like entertainment in his casinos. Even his first, the Jackpot, had a showroom but nothing as grand as this. He hadn’t the money at the time. Watching Angel swing around the dance pole, singing his heart out, moved something inside Husker’s chest. The better part of a year had passed since he’d won Angel’s soul from Valentino and he’d been resisting the idea of sleeping with the former porn star. Angel needed time to heal, not jump into the sack with an inveterate gambler and drunk like himself.
Angel had finally come around on that point. They were taking things slow and they had already had their rough patches. You nearly fucking lost his soul gambling, you fucker, Husker reminded himself. Still, Angel was direct about his feelings. He wanted a sexual relationship. Asmodeus, the freaking Deadly Sin of lust, had been shipping party packages to Angel and Husker. If Angel could summon Asmodeus himself to the Pride ring, he probably would.
He has the dude on speed dial. He absolutely can summon him here and if you’re still telling him he can’t consent because you own him, he just might do it. Husker shuddered in his theater seat, picturing the giant Deadly Sin sitting down for a one on one with him while Fizzarolli and Angel went shopping on Husker’s dime. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know Ozzie himself as the sin sometimes rented out the casino for parties. And some of the toys Ozzie had sent had scattered Husker’s wits, leaving him with nothing but the raunchiest, most unholy carnal thoughts about using the toys on Angel. None of those thoughts were being helped by the way Angel was swinging around his flying pole.
“Are you about done for the night?” Husker called over the music once Angel had alighted and was working on his floor routine. If he watched this any longer, there would be an emergency he wasn’t prepared to deal with and if he simply left, Angel would notice and would be hurt unless Husker lied and said something had come up in the casino. Oh something is definitely about to come up!
Angel slung back his pink and white hair, his cute little heart marking a mess because he was sweating from the work out. “Yeah, I think I’m ready for tomorrow.”
Husker stood, adjusted his trousers just to reassure himself there was only one flying pole in the theater, and then strolled down to the stage. He held a hand up to Angel. “Let’s go get some fresh air. I hear it’s a nice night.”
Angel took his hand, allowing Husker to help him off the stage. “Is there any such thing as nice nights and fresh air in hell?”
Husker snorted. “No, not really but as close as we’re going to get. In a few weeks, it’ll be snowing or some shit.”
“Hmm, I can break out the big fuzzy blankets for movie night and we can snoodle up.”
“Do I need a blanket? I’m covered in a thick fur coat, Angel.” Husker laughed.
Angel straightened Husker’s tie. “Then I can snoodle up in all that fur.” He ran his finger along the underside of Husker’s chin.
He wanted to joke that Angel was covered in fur too but his mouth forgot how to work. He simply smiled and offered Angel’s his arm, which was taken swiftly. He escorted the former porn star outside and Angel paused only a few feet from the door, tilting his face up to where the big pentagram in the sky hung glowing with the moon between two of the points. Stars had no shot against the Entertainment district’s neon glare.
“It’s almost pretty, isn’t it?” Angel asked.
“As close as we’re going to get. If you like the night sky, I wish you could have seen Red Rock Canyon outside of Vegas. You would have loved it.”
“Pity. All I ever had was Brooklyn and light pollution.”
An idea hit Husker. He glanced up to the tower they both lived in. His balcony stood against the night sky, inviting him up. “I have a little treat in mind, if you don’t mind heights.”
Angel snorted. “Did you miss the part about me being a Brooklyn Boy? I used to hang out on the top of high-rises all the time.”
“Then let’s try this and I suspect you’ll like it. Hold on tight to me but don’t squash my wings.”
“Oooo, Huskie, are you about to get naughty?”
“I’m about to drop you from a height if you don’t behave.” Husker narrowed his eyes at him.
“Then I better stay on the ground. You know I can’t behave.” Angel slowly trailed his tongue over his lips being a complete brat.
Husker chuckled. “True. Hang on.”
He swept Angel up into his arms, not an easy task since he was significantly smaller than the lanky spider. Angel slipped four arms around him with a squeal as Husker gave a mighty down beat of his wings and soared up in the sky. With an overjoyed laugh, Angel threw his head back and took it all in as Husker flew circles around the tower until he finally landed on the balcony. He steadied Angel against him, letting him get his long legs under him.
“That was wonderful. Can we fly again?” he asked with a bounce, eager as a kid at an amusement park.
“Sounds like something I should make contingent on you behaving.” Husker smirked.
“I’m never flying again.” Angel sighed, his shoulders sagging.
Husker tapped his security card to the door to open it to his penthouse. “Or, maybe, we can go inside and continue to misbehave?”
“What a pity I’ll never…wait, what?” Angel whipped around so fast Husker feared he’d spin himself off the balcony.
“You’re right. You’ve been telling me for weeks you know your own mind and that consent isn’t as murky as I think it is since I own your soul.” Husker couldn’t regret and be more grateful for the same thing at the same time than he did this. He’d be forever grateful for his impulse to save Angel from Valentino but owning him made for a moral mess. He’d never felt this way for any of the other souls he’d collected as an overlord.
“I know how I feel, Husker,” Angel said, a hint of warning in his tone. They’d had blow out fights about this on top of what Valentino had so recently done to Angel, to what Husker himself had almost done to him, to Angel accidentally dying from drugs again and having to respawn. Angel had a right to be wary.
“I do and I’ve been fighting my own feelings for a while now.” Since the beginning but I’m not telling him that. I can’t. It’s…embarrassing.
“What are you fighting for?” Angel leaned in to him.
“I have no idea.” Husker skimmed a hand along Angel’s soft fuzzy cheek.
Angel took that as the invitation it was, bearing Husker back against the French doors. His mouth met Husker’s and Husker pulled him into an embrace. The moon hung in the sky, just over Angel’s shoulder, bringing up lyrics in his fool head. When the moon hits your eye, like a big-a pizza pie, that's amore. Stop it! You’ll laugh into the kiss and he’ll be annoyed.
Angel nuzzled into Husker’s neck. “You’re tense.”
“No, just trying to kill an ear worm before it ruins the fucking mood.”
“Not gonna kill my mood. I’m a happy happy boy!” Angel nipped Husker’s shoulder. “Sing it, baby.”
“When the stars make you drool, joost-a like pasta fazool, that's amore,” Husker crooned.
“When the world seems to shine, like you've had too much wine, that's amore,” Angel sang back as he muscled Husker through the French doors. “I’m about to make you drool, babe, and later we’ll get that wine.” As Husker laughed, Angel said, “And tomorrow I’ll make you that pasta fazool.”
Husker wasn’t even sure he knew what that was but he was willing to bet on Angel’s cooking every time. “That sounds perfect.”
“No, this is what’s perfect.”
Angel crushed himself against Husker, his tongue exploring deep into Husker’s mouth. His body moved in ways that drew instant heat out of Husker. Yes, this was pretty damn perfect.
Hey they put up the panel I was at (not sure I'm in any of the footage) If you're interested in Hazbin or the voice actors, check it out
Click to viewOne Chance FAKE
Cooking around the Christmas Tree The Man From U.N.C.L.E./ Doctor Who
Behind The Scenes wip Hazbin Hotel
Meeting the Head Auror Harry Potter
Weekend at Jesus’ Good Omens
Last Minute Booking Torchwood
Where are you? Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
First Meeting at the Ministry Harry Potter
Fla Kes Star Trek: Voyager
good sir, that IS a demon The Untamed
Someone You Can Bet On wip Hazbin Hotel
The Holiday Tie That Binds Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ Grimm
colours Star Trek: Voyager
hold me now (oh, hold my heart) Hazbin Hotel
Free Gift Stargate SG-1
Mele Kalikimaka Doctor Who/ Addams Family
Parent and Aurors, Not a Good Combination Harry Potter
Everyone Here Wanted Something More Teen Wolf
Gingerbread The Owl House
Advent Joy
Day 13 Honestly all the Christmas Friday the 13th memes brought me joy but my thing today said to plan a vacation so I tracked down the italian tour group that my archaeologist tour guide in Wales suggested. Took WAY too long to figure out that they were on Pages on FB not friends or groups (since Pages wasn't in the shortcuts...) and then I asked my friend about them and she thought they folded in Covid. I see them posting a lot so maybe they're back? I'm not sure this was joyful.
Neither was my tea yet another tisane and this one is one I own. White Chocolate Peppermint. It's green rooibos, cacao nibs and white chocolate peppermint flavoring. It's very good but I'm getting tired of tisanes.