#late night thoughts

[riotd]

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

[poppyseedxoxo]

[bandagedthoughtsblog]

[frownyalfred]

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

[readwritealldayallnight]

With the baby finally laying across your chest after hours upon hours of labour, paired with the letdown from the biggest adrenaline rush of your life, giving birth to Simon’s giant 9lb son, you hardly pay much mind to the nurse asking Simon to sign the birth certificate

Simon had of course been awake as long as you had, never leaving your side for a single moment, but nearly half of his job entailed having to stay awake longer than most people did, so you didn’t blink twice at him holding the pen

Besides, you were a tad preoccupied holding the baby, it only made sense that Simon got to write down his firstborn son’s name on the birth certificate

You weren’t thinking about how blurry his eyes would’ve been with tears however, or how his own immense emotional rollercoaster would have been starting to letdown, not to mention how he could hardly take his eyes off the sight of the love of his life holding the brand new life the two of you had created, together

You definitely didn’t catch the odd look on the nurses face when she read over the paper, clarifying softly with Simon “H-his name is Riley, sir?” to which he’d proudly puffed his chest and confirmed that he was indeed a Riley, neither of you thinking much about the comment as you were so lost in the haze of soaking in your newborn

Needless to say, it’s a surprise to both you and Simon, when the birth certificate is mailed to you both a few weeks later, with the name “Riley Riley” clearly written in bold

“I- admit tha’ I didn’t read it over very well, but-”

“No, you named our child Riley Riley, Simon. You can explain to me how it happened after you go fix it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

[poshron]

laying with her in bed, her "sleeping". as i sigh heavily from frustration i was holding up all day and try to quietly stand up, she goes "where are you going?"

"I'm really... horny. i need to go to the bathroom."

a pause

"do it here."

can't say i hate the idea, it's just we've never done anything sexual before. so i lay back down.

"fuck, how-"

"do it like you always do solo." she rolls closer, puts her head on my shoulder.

i pull out my phone, search for usual on pornhub. i can feel her breathing on my neck and her gaze burning the screen, as i slowly glide my other hand down to my waistband. i feel already soaked, i bite my lip. I'm curious what is she thinking, what she feels but it feels odd to ask. like it will ruin the moment.

a couple minutes in and i pick up the pace. she puts her hand on my stomach, nothing more. fuck. she is so close but so far away. is she going to do more?

"come on baby, i feel you getting close" in a voice that made the goosebumps feel like needles all over my body

"fuck, i am"

my head is starting to fall back, eyes rolling and my lips are parted. i don't even look at my phone anymore. it's not like i need to. she moves even closer and i feel her cupping my hand with hers. the only thing between my heat and her fingers is my palm. she presses and i don't stop.

a raspy moan escapes me as my orgasm dawns on me almost immediately after her move. i ride it out, still seeing stars and feeling her weight.

such a fucking shame i didn't feel her inside. but i guess this is just the beginning.

#i am masc and she is femme

[sofibeth]

(YOU PUSH THE HEAD HOUSEMAIDEN AWAY.)