#bus to hell

[seymourmusicclub]

踊ろうマチルダの"Bus to Hell"

踊ろうマチルダの"Bus to Hell"をApple Musicで聴こう。2009年年。時間：3:27

[mundane-stories]

I actually found this bus in different locations three or four times over the past few years

[sexyteenshea]

Halestorm - "I Am The Fire" [Official Video]

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I am the fire! When you dance with me, you may get burned.

[shedidntsaythat]

I don't get out early either. I feel your pain. To distract ourselves, why don't you plan my next trip to Chicago. Spare no taco or margarita stop!

Cesar’s Killer Margarita - don’t scoff at me Chicagoans, you know their margaritas are damn delish. Plus it’s near my house and Wrigley so we can go be dudebros at the bars for the night (or go to a Cubs game but I hope it’s not until baseball season the next time you visit!)

I take everyone I love to Boiler Room. It is hipster as fuck and you can get a piece of pizza, a tall boy PBR and a shot of Jamo for $8 (or $8.50 idk what it is these days damn inflation). It’s one of my favorite places on earth.

Another top fave is Irazu because it’s Costa Rican and also BYOB so of course it’s amazing. I will also take you for BYOB sushi and/or Thai because I feel like that’s a staple for surviving in Chicago. Oh there is also a walking taco place that I haven’t been to yet in Lincoln Square. We should do that. 

We will also go to a show at Second City and laugh our Bus to Hell asses off (or to Public House Theatre for Bye Bye Liver). Green Mill for late night jazz because we are classy ladies after all. I don’t remember how done Maggie Daley Park was when you were here but it’s actually quite legit, and the skating ribbon has opened again! Also being touristy is still fun and cool sometimes.

Brewery tours FOR DAYS. Revolution, Half Acre, Goose Island. Plus our other breweries, Metropolitan, Begyle, Spiteful, Empirical (I could go onnnn). There is also Chicago Distillery and City Winery we should hit up. We can go to Little Goat and Parlor for food while we’re over City Winery’s way.

FORGIVE ME I DIDN’T EVEN TALK ABOUT BRUNCH. Okay we can do Zella or Duffy’s for bottomless or Jam n’ Honey for BYOB. Okay but there are a million other brunch places I could name but I won’t because they’re all fine and good and champagney.

Man, now I’m hungry and need a drink.

[hellhouseexperience-blog]

We were all on the “bus to hell”, at some point in our lives. Thank God for the “bus stop”, Jesus, who made the way that we could get off that bus.

[spelteverythingwrong]

[defira85]

Cute for a Dead Guy Pt6

What a wonderful way for all my new followers to find out that I'm actually quite weird. So when I'm not defending Justice in eloquent articles, new followers, I'm actually writing deranged sex stories about him. Come along and read, there's quite a few of us now all going to hell together. I'm thinking of hiring a bus.

For anyone who missed a chapter, P1, P2, P3, P4, and P5.    

Elissa Cousland struggles with an unnatural attraction to her newest recruit. She can't decide what's worse- the fact that he's a Fade spirit, or the fact that he's in a dead body.

TRIGGER: It's Awakening Justice. Don't click if you don't want to read it.

She gaped at him for a moment, trying to ignore the rush of heat between her legs. “You… are you giving me an order? You don’t even know anything about sex!”

The predatory look in his eyes made her shiver. “I know enough, Commander.” The hand on her hip continued to gather the fabric of her shirt, slowly drawing it upwards. The slither of cloth against her skin was making her tremble- Maker, had he had practise at this? Because it really wasn’t fair- while his other hand slid down over her stomach and-

“Ahh!” Her eyes rolled shut and her head fell back against the door as his finger dipped into her folds with unnerving accuracy, brushing confidently against her clit. “Oh, Maker, yes like that… oh fuck, Justice, we can’t do this! You have to nngh oh Maker, you have to stop-”

“You have yet to offer a satisfactory reason as to why I should stop,” he said evenly, as if he weren’t pleasuring her senseless against her office door. He swirled his finger artfully, pressing in exactly the right places, and with exactly the right pressure; she was clinging to him, writhing desperately. “If you were truly uninterested, you would not currently be grinding against my hand.”

“You have a smart mouth, spirit,” she gasped, trailing off into a whimper as he slid his hand lower, his fingers making a shallow foray into her heat. “Maker…”

 “You are in need of sexual satisfaction, Commander,” he said bluntly, “and since you will not allow me to fetch one of our companions, I will see this task done myself. Now take the remainder of your clothes off.”

She was keening, little breathy noises that should have been embarrassing for how needy they sounded; she couldn’t remember ever being this turned on before. She could feel his fingers slick with her arousal, and it was too much. “Alright,” she whispered, ignoring the cry of outrage from her conscience.

Reaching up with shaking hands, she began to unlace her shirt enough to slip it over her head. He watched her fingers at work, never pausing in his ministrations and with no sign that he was intrigued by what he saw or felt. It was unnerving… but at the same time she liked it. It was a challenge, like a gauntlet thrown between them. She wanted to break him, to see that spark of desire and hunger in his eyes as she cried out desperately.

She was trembling as she tugged the shirt up and over her head, gasping a little at the roll of night air over her exposed skin. Not at all because it was a turn on to stand naked in front of him… oh who was she kidding? It was the most fucking arousing thing ever, to stand there and let his silver eyes roam over her body, flickering endlessly as if he were judging her, critiquing her, measuring her. She was so used to lovers who crooned endless compliments to her, praising her body and her curves… this was starkly different, and she was so on edge, trying to work out whether he was pleased with her or not. Did spirits even find pleasure in physical appearance at all?

“Excellent,” he said after a long moment of scrutiny, rewarding her by sinking a second finger into her. She scrabbled wildly, moaning desperately and thrusting her hips against him. “This will not be so difficult if you simply follow my instructions, Commander. You will have your satisfaction and I will be on my way.”

She bit her lip to stop from whimpering. “If you think I’m letting you just do the deed and walk out of here, you’ve got another thing-”

“Enough, Commander,” he said, removing his hand from her and grasping her firmly by the wrist with the other. For a moment he seemed distracted, staring at the wetness coating his fingertips, before his gaze snapped back to her. “You do not need to waste time with idle eroticism with me; I will do this, have no fear.”

He tugged her firmly towards the bedroom; Elissa followed in a sexual daze, panting and aching from the attention he’d already paid her and confused and aroused by the way she felt. Maker, but this was the weirdest thing she’d even done. By far. And she’d done some weird things during the Blight.

Justice stopped beside the bed and the reality of the situation came screaming into focus. She was naked, with a Fade spirit in a dead body, about to let him have his way with her. Her parents would be turning over in their graves.

“Justice, I-”

“Get on the bed, Commander,” he said, speaking straight over the top of whatever objection she’d been about to make. The authority in his voice, the expectation that he was going to be instantly obeyed, made her shiver and meekly do as she was told. Which was crazy; she didn’t have to do what anyone told her, least of all-

He took his shirt off, and her brain went blank. She simply stared, kneeling on the coverlet as he quickly stripped down to nothing. The body he wore had suffered- there were thick white lines of scar tissue, some of which looked particularly brutal. He was thin as well, far too thin for a living creature, an immediate hint that he was not living. The skin seemed stretched tight in places, the bones showing in stark relief. She should have been horrified.

She wasn’t.

Elissa swallowed nervously as he came to kneel before her on the bed, close enough that were he human she would have felt the heat radiating from him. She had resisted looking down at his manhood, worried that in death it would have… changed, somehow; at the very least; if she looked down it would make it so much more real, and at the moment she was quiet happily existing in a bubble of fantasy.  

“What would you have me do, Commander?” His voice rumbled through her, making her shiver.

She bit her lip, reaching out tentatively with a hand. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

He wasn’t cold, so much; she’d expected clammy flesh, obvious signs of decay and skin that was cold and vaguely fish-like to the touch. But whatever magic had bound him to this world and forced him into Kristoff’s body had also sustained him rather well. He was cool and smooth, almost like running her hands over a marble statue like the ones that had adorned the Keep before she’d had them dragged into the basement. The statues had creeped her out, pointless symbols of status and wealth that had nothing to do with the Wardens; Justice most decidedly didn’t creep her out. As she splayed her hands over his chest, wondering for an insane moment whether feeding him would fill out the spaces between his ribs, she shivered for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature of his body.

Glancing up, she saw Fade wild eyes watching her; his face was set, although his head was tilted ever so slightly as he observed her, as if he was curious. Apart from that, no reaction at all.   

“Do you like me touching you?”