#delectation

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Das grüne Vergnügen (The Green Entertainment), 1989 by J.G.Wind

[rogerlad]

Delectation Part Three- Brian May x Fem Reader

A/N: Alright here is part Three! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been very ill. Enjoy!

Part One | Part Two

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Part Three- Cardinals 

You sighed before removing yourself from Brian’s lap. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, as if he wanted you to decide for him. You had. Of course you had, because it was the easiest decision one could make. You loved Brian, you had since the moment he annoyed you on the train to London. You loved him so much, you still had his black socks rolled up in the back of your chest of drawers. You had kept every letter he had written, every souvenir from his tours; The train stub from that fateful day, was hidden away in your jewellery box. 

“You really can’t have one without the other?” You asked, brows raised high. He leaned his head back against the couch. 

“No, Y/N. I can’t. It won’t work. If I’m away with the band, you’ll leave. If I try to stay with you as much as possible, the band will fail. It won’t work. Pre-destined chaos.” He grumbled. His eyes shut for a moment, he let out a deep sigh, before looking up at you again. You crossed your arms over you chest. This is it. You thought.

“It’s the band, Bri. It always has been, and it always will be.” He sat up at your words, more than puzzled. You felt yourself ready to cry, but you refused. You had to stand firm on your decision. This was for Brian. He needs them more than you.

“If you refuse to let us live this life together, then go to the boys. It’s what you truly want, we both know this. It’s been about the lads since that day, back at the shabby old studio.” You let out a sad giggle at the fond memory. He was standing now, staring down into your eyes, praying you were joking.

“Y/N, what are you....what are you saying?” He looked so sad, and it broke your heart to see him this way. 

“I’m saying, the choice is made. You choose Queen, Brian. You always choose, Queen. That’s okay. I found what I was looking for in London, Brian.” You let a tear slip, and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

“It was me, wasn’t it?” He whispered. You could only nod, choking back sobs that longed to escape. He pulled you in to a warm embrace. You sighed against his chest, before allowing yourself to hug him back. 

“I don’t want to do this Brian, but you know I have to.” You looked up into his eyes, plucking a few stray strands of hair away from his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted you to come first, always.” His voice was sad, and you nodded in understanding. 

“I know you did, Brian. I know.”

Cardinals

You and Brian walked down the street hand in hand, soaking up the beautiful sunshine that the day had to offer. You would blush every time he’d steal a glance at you, and every time you blushed, he’d let out a soft chuckle.

“We’re here!” He announced, walking up the steps to an unfamiliar building.

“This is the studio?” You asked, slightly unsure. He nodded, ducking under the doorframe, and leading you down a poorly lit hall. 

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled. “S’all we can really afford right now.” He was bashful, and you immediately felt guilty. 

“It’s quant.” You suggested.

“You’re a poor liar.”

“You’re a bad kisser.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Oh really?”

“Would you two get a room, already?” A blonde hair boy called at you and Brian. Your face went white, and Bri let out a large laugh.

“Fuck off Rog.” He rolled his eyes, pulling you into the recording booth.

“Right, so. Y/N, this is Deaky.” The brown haired boy waved at you. “Freddie.” You got a wicked, toothy grin. “And Roger.” The blonde boy from the hallway winked at you. You blushed. “Rog, Deaky, Fred, this is Y/N.” The boys all greeted you with warm hello’s, shaking your hand, asking if you were indeed the ‘Train Girl.’ The statement causing Brian to blush.

“Lovely to meet you all. I’ve heard heaps and loads about Queen, it’s finally nice to see them in action.” You put on your sweetest smile, hoping it would cover up the nerves that were buried deep within the pit of your stomach. After a few moments, you settled into a chair next to the sound technician, and the boys began to play. You were able to nod along to a few chords, having been familiar with them from Brian. It had only been a month since you had arrived in London, but nearly every day was spent with him. When he wasn’t busy with school or the band. You had found part time work at a local bookstore, which was usually quiet, and you were usually thankful. 

“How are you liking it so far?” John asked you, stepping out of the recording booth for a moment, to fetch a drink.

“It’s amazing!” You beamed. “I especially liked your riff on that last one.” He gave you a genuine smile.

“Brian’s taught you a thing or two about guitar’s, yeah?” You nodded up at him, while he took a long drink.

“He hardly stops playing, but I love it.”

“Think he loves you more than that guitar of his.” John chuckled before returning into the booth. Your stomach formed a large knot, and you felt a little faint. Love? Brian had noticed the uneasy look on your face, but he knew if he’d stopped playing, Freddie would have a proper fit. You composed yourself, aware that his eyes were lingering on you, and returned to the state of moving your head to the music. Although, your mind was elsewhere, entirely. 

“So what did you think?” He asked, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You smiled up at him.

“Wonderful.” You hummed. Brian flashed you a toothy grin, canines and all, before grabbing a towel to dab the beads of sweat away from his forehead. You followed him to the other side of the lounge area, where the boys had already claimed the couch. You gently took the cloth from his hand, and wiped his head for him. He smiled down at you.

“This is going to be amazing.” He sighed, wrapping his lengthy arms around you. You nodded, continuing to blot down his face and neck. “This is what I need. I feel it, Y/N. Queen is really going to go far. How can it not?” You paused for a moment, pleased to hear how proud Brian was.

“It really is, Bri.” You bit down on your lip, wrapping your own arms around his neck now.

“I hope you’ll be there, every step of the way.” He whispered. You smiled at him, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm. 

“‘Course I will be.” You leaned up and kissed his lips gently.

“Oy! You lot are going to ruin my appetite.” Roger snickered from across you. You giggled against Brian’s lips, before he pecked them again. “‘M serious, we’re going to grab food, you coming?” He called, as the rest of the band stood waiting at the door. Brian raised his brows at you, and you nodded.

The sun was warm, and you embraced it, even through squinted eyes as you left the small building. Brian, clasped his large hand around yours as you trailed behind the boys. You were making your way to a local deli, which John claimed made the best cheese sandwich. 

“You look very pretty today.” Brian said, stopping you on the path. You couldn’t fight back the blush that grew on your cheeks.

“Thank you, Bri.” He smiled at you, before walking towards a bush outside a shop, plucking a white flower from the pot.

“Here, for you, my love.” You playfully rolled your eyes, accepting the small gift.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You cooed, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. You continued to walk, again. One hand in Brian’s, the other holding the small flower at your side. 

“Y/N.” He spoke softly. You still walked, slowly behind the others, who were caught up laughing about some bar night.

“Yes?”

“I really do love you.” You looked up at him, and he was staring at you intently, as he walked, nearly bumping into a few pedestrians passing by. You chuckled, lightly, before letting out a deep sigh.

“I love you too.” You said quietly. His brows raised up, and a small grin pulled at his lips. 

“Well that’s a relief.” He let out a laugh, you squeezed his hand tightly as you walked along, before spotting a red cardinal sitting on the fence post outside the Deli Shop.

“Oh look, Bri!” You pointed towards the bird.

“Very lovely, indeed.” He pulled you into his chest, admire the bird himself.

“You know, they say it’s a sign from a loved one.” 

“Really?” He asked, kissing your hair.

“I hope it’s my mum.” You said barely a whisper. Brian’s grip tightened on you. It wasn’t a topic you liked to speak of, and he respected this. 

“I’m certain it is, darling.” He cooed into your ear. The bird took off, at the sound of Freddie’s and Roger’s laughter. You smiled. So did Brian.

“I miss her a lot, you know.”

“I know. You can always talk about her to me. You can talk to me about anything.” He said, sweetly.

“I know.”

“Y/N, you’ll always come first, okay?” He added. You felt in your heart his words meant well, but there was no way, they could be true. 

“Brian?” You spun around to face him. Admiring the way the sunlight hit his eyes.

“Mhm?”

“I’m so happy I’ve come to London.” You brushed your fingers along the stubble on his chin.

“As, am I. Now, let’s eat. We can talk about the Cardinals later.” He grinned, leading you into the small shop, leading you into a whirlwind of adventure.

And now, here you sat, on a train, across from no one in particular. You watched out the window, this time, not regretting your decision to climb on board. Your book lay open before you, and in your hands you clutched a small ticket. A ticket home. A ticket leading you away from the life you had with Brian. 

The End. 

[thisismy-shady]

JOLIE

[clytemnestrasrevenge95]

[capitalism-is-a-psychopathy]

Capitalism is like a never-ending buffet where the food looks delicious but leaves you hungry for more. The delectation of endless choice often masks the emptiness beneath, as we gorge on goods while our souls starve. To avoid the psychopathy of capitalism, we must first acknowledge its seductive charm and then dare to step away from the table. Imagine an economy where cooperation is the main course and community the dessert. Start small: support local businesses, share resources, and invest in people, not just profits. By savoring these alternatives, we can nourish a system that feeds everyone, not just the few. Let’s change the menu and find satisfaction beyond the buffet line.

[decoding-narcissism]

Narcissists are masters of manipulation. They have an uncanny ability to charm and deceive, often leaving strangers unaware of their true intentions. At the heart of their strategy is delectation—the art of delighting others to gain control.

Imagine meeting someone who showers you with compliments, making you feel like the most important person in the room. This is a classic tactic used by narcissists. They use flattery to lower your guard, creating a sense of trust and admiration. Once you’re hooked, they subtly shift the dynamic, making you crave their approval.

Narcissists also exploit empathy. They share personal stories that tug at your heartstrings, painting themselves as victims in need of understanding. This emotional appeal draws you in, making you more likely to overlook their flaws and manipulations.

Another tool in their arsenal is the illusion of exclusivity. They make you feel special, as if you’re part of a select group that understands them. This creates a bond that’s hard to break, even when their true nature starts to show.

In social settings, they often dominate conversations, steering them to highlight their achievements and superiority. They use humor and charisma to keep the spotlight on themselves, ensuring they remain the center of attention.

Understanding these tactics is crucial. It helps you recognize when you’re being manipulated, allowing you to protect yourself from their influence. Awareness is your best defense against the deceptive charm of a narcissist.

[talk-like-boomhauer]

Title: “Delectation Dilemma”

INT. HANK’S BACKYARD - DAY

The sun is shining brightly over Arlen, Texas. HANK HILL, DALE GRIBBLE, BILL DAUTERIVE, and BOOMHAUER are gathered in Hank’s backyard, standing around the grill. The air is filled with the aroma of sizzling burgers. PEGGY HILL is inside, peering out the kitchen window with curiosity.

HANK (serious) Alright, fellas. Today, we’re gonna talk about something real important: delectation.

DALE (pushing up his sunglasses) Hank, I don’t know what that is, but it sounds like a government conspiracy to me.

BILL (confused) Is delectation a type of sausage? Because I love sausage.

BOOMHAUER (fast-talking) Man, I tell ya what, dang ol’ delectation, man, it’s like, you know, when you get that dang ol’ satisfaction, man, like when you crack open a cold one, man, just dang ol’ pure bliss, I tell ya what.

HANK (nodding) Boomhauer’s got it. Delectation is about finding pleasure in the simple things. Like propane and propane accessories.

PEGGY (from the window) Hank, are you teaching the boys about delectation? I have a pamphlet on that!

HANK (embarrassed) Peggy, this is a man’s discussion. We don’t need any pamphlets.

DALE (suspicious) I bet that pamphlet is filled with subliminal messages from the government.

Suddenly, BOBBY HILL bursts into the backyard, holding a large, colorful lollipop.

BOBBY (excited) Dad, I found delectation! It’s this lollipop!

HANK (sighs) Bobby, delectation isn’t something you find. It’s something you feel. Like when you mow a lawn with precision.

BOBBY (licking the lollipop) I feel pretty good right now, Dad.

HANK (softening) Well, I suppose that’s a kind of delectation too.

DALE (whispering to Bill) I bet that lollipop is bugged.

BILL (whispering back) I hope it’s sausage-flavored.

As the conversation continues, LADYBIRD, Hank’s dog, trots over with a chew toy shaped like a propane tank. She drops it at Hank’s feet and wags her tail.

HANK (smiling) Now that’s delectation. A dog who appreciates propane.

PEGGY (stepping outside with the pamphlet) Alright, boys, gather ‘round. It’s time for a lesson in delectation, Peggy Hill style!

The guys groan, but they gather around Peggy, who starts reading from the pamphlet with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Bobby sits on the grass, savoring his lollipop, and Ladybird happily gnaws on her chew toy.

FADE OUT.