What would it look like if you actually surrendered to God’s Will?
Or whatever deity you choose to worship?
What if you were to stop saying the simple things like; “I’ll be back” or “I’ll focus on that later” or “See you tomorrow”. We don’t have control over that. Why do we say such false statements? Why lie?
I am sure this topic will annoy most because they do not want to think about the fact that they truly have no control but for me being true and honest is important. Changing the way I communicate is crucial to the way I live my purpose. I lied to myself for 43 years, why because my parents lied to me?
Because society sugar coats things and tells “white lies” to soften the blow of reality?
It’s what we know so why not follow?
Because we have been told that our words can manifest themselves? {This one is the only version I so choose now.}
Example: I was walking out the door and simply said, “I’ll be back later” (to my cat) and he looked at me smug. And I stopped and said, will I? I have no control over this statement. I “hope” I return. Why did I feel the need to lie, to my cat! To console him? To reassure he knew I would return? Does he actually understand the words coming out of my mouth? Entirely different blog post. I digress…
Here I go, again on my own… getting into an automobile that has sadly taken away a lot of people in my life, beginning at 12 with my mother, the root of where I felt I lost control in my life and decided I needed to control everything, yet sadly had no control over anything. Which brings me to today…
I accept, I have no control. I surrender to God’s Will. If it is God’s Will I will return. And sadly there is evil in this world so I will wear my seatbelt. Do my rituals, say a little prayer, and be on my merry way.
What would it look like if we stopped telling ourselves the little white lies and surrendered to the Holy Spirit, the Universe, God, Goddess, etc. etc. etc.?
I dare you to try it.
I know you’re going to do 1 thing. Shock the heck out of people. Probably gain trust and possibly respect. And I know another thing, someone(or ones) is smiling down at this post saying to themselves, “it’s about time.” (Could be you) And quite possibly this 1 little change, could make a ripple in the outcome of my and others lives. That is the mystery of life, and the beauty.
So I am off, to check a box, close a chapter. Namaste a home that should have been divine, but there was no true love there so it failed.
It’s been almost a month now since he walked out of my life.
But he’d been in my thoughts every day.
The dark-haired man with piercing black eyes who took capture of my mind, body, and soul.
I’ve been watching him for several weeks now sitting at the coffee shop probably knowing that I’m watching him but acting oblivious.
Looking for the right opportunity to approach him the way that he approached me however he was meticulous and everything that he did was so in control and so confident he knows his surroundings that’s why it’s hard for me to believe that he didn’t know I would be coming.
Today’s the day; I need him, I no longer just want him, he gave me a taste and I wanted more. I put on my sundress wearing nothing underneath knowing that he would want easy access if he decided to let me in, knowing that this would please him, I slid on my sandals, my nerves twisting my gut. I trusted that this is what he needed too, that he craved me as much as I did him. I had observed his every move for the last few weeks; I knew where he had his morning coffee, got his mail, ate his lunch. I didn’t feel like a stalker only because this was exactly what he did to me. I knew where he lived, but sadly he was very aware of his surroundings and cautious so every door and window locked, I knew there would be no surprise entry, my only option was through the front door which meant I would have to knock, that alone almost derailed me because he could very easily shut the door in my face. As I approached his gate I was happy to find that it was unlocked but I still knew the front door was locked. Walking up to his stoop I raised my hand to knock and the door opened before I could make contact.
We simply stared at each other knowing what the other needed, my mouth watering at the sight of him, my body reacting, flushing under his gaze. My insides tightened and contracted, feeling myself grow wet between my legs, I yearned for him and my body reacted. God he is beautiful, the mere sight of him makes me weak in the knees; it seems like hours as we stood there staring at each other neither of us saying a word.
We hadn’t talked in weeks.
We didn’t need to talk.
We just wanted each other sexually as we had not healed yet.
I knew what he wanted.
He knew what I wanted.
I knew what I needed.
He knew what he needed.
He only needed to instruct me and I would know what to do.
“Go.”
All he said was the one word, to others it would have meant, leave. And I could’ve turned and walked away but that’s not what he meant as he raised his arm for me to walk through. It was a clear instruction.
As if I’d been there before I knew exactly where to go straight to his bedroom and as I walked past him slightly sauntering so that he would see the shape of my hips through the sundress I lifted the sundress to reveal my naked body and stripped it in the hallway leaving it at the bedroom entrance, discarded in a heap. We would not need clothes. Lowering myself onto my knees, I crawled on all fours to get into his bed knowing exactly what I was showing him, knowing he would love that view of my ass, taking my time letting him watch, I turned over to see him leaning against the door jam, as I predicted, arms folded, watching my every move, it was daylight outside so I was completely exposed. I crawled to the top of the bed and roll onto my back, propped against pillows, positioning myself in the position he prefers, palms up, legs bent, slightly apart, exposing my pussy, presenting myself to him, without speaking a word, calling to him to come to me and use my body for it is his.
My breasts heaving, breathing labored in anticipation. Still no words being spoken just staring at each other knowing that we are crossing each other‘s boundaries, tossing our hard limits aside, ignoring our No’s, for the primal need of each other. It was empowering and intoxicating.
I inhaled deeply, not realizing I was holding my breath, I needed to remember to breathe. And as if to acknowledge he was suffering too, he took in a deep breath and exhaled, he had been holding his breath. I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me. And I was igniting him as he was igniting me.
We continued to stare at each other. A test of strength. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. Leaning against the door, looking effortless, unaffected. Arms folded across his chest. Eyes hungry. I scanned his body, barefoot, clad in jeans and a T-shirt. God this man is stunning, he oozed confidence and sex appeal, he was freshly showered, he must have just finished up his daily errands, come home to relax but could still feel his tension. We had our encounter a few weeks ago and had not spoken since, for good reason, but that didn’t matter right now. We needed each other, we needed an escape, the primal desire to taste each other, feed off each other. We were good, no, great at this, the other stuff was messy but it didn’t matter right now. I continue to survey his beauty and my breath catches in my throat as my gaze stops at the outline of his hard cock. Clearly, he is as turned on at the thought of me as I am of him. His cock is magnificent, some men have beautiful cocks, but his is perfect, designed for pleasure. My pleasure. It’s anything but average. Thick, long, incredibly perfect in shape and it fills me completely. Made for me, I like to think. Oh, how I have missed my cock. The one thing that he permitted me to use, call mine, that is connected to him. My mouth waters at just the thought of tasting him. I can hear my own breathing, see my chest rise and fall as I gaze at his cock, hungry, growing ravenous, I am shocked I am not drooling. He is fully erect under my gaze, it is straining against his jeans, confined, wanting to be released. As if he knew what I wanted, he unzips his jeans freeing himself so I can have a better look. My eyes return to meet his and there is a new fire. He knows I want to taste him. I instinctively licked my lips and I could tell it made him weak in the knees as he shifts his body but he is in control and I knew that I could not speak nor would I make the next move without his instruction. I glance back at his cock and bite my lower lip. It seems like an eternity before he speaks but when he does he grants me what I want with two words, two words that I needed to hear from his lips.
“Touch yourself.”
His words snap my head up, to meet his hungry gaze, it’s almost as if he was punishing me with that sharp tone, but I can see the desire in his eyes, he’s breathing is labored too. Lowering my gaze in a bow, I slowly move my hand between my legs, two fingers softly outlining my pussy lips, I can feel my moisture and slide my fingers just between my lips to moisten them. Moving my fingers back and forth encircling my clit. My hips react and begin to move in a circular motion in sync with my fingers. My breathing deepens, my gaze moves back to his cock and he is stroking himself watching me. My cheeks flush when I meet his gaze, he is so hungry for me but restraining his needs while I pleasure myself. Doesn’t he know I want him more than to pleasure myself? Eyes locked I continue to tease my clit, I can feel how wet I am getting, I can see his stroking quicken, as I quicken my pace, he’s matching my pace. Never breaking eye contact, almost as if we can’t break apart or we will lose our connection. Our breathing is matched, our hands pleasuring our own bodies. I need him to come to me but he needs to stay across the room.
I mouth one word.
“Please.”
And it’s all he needs, in one movement he is out of his jeans and shirt and on top of me. Spreading my legs apart, entering me quickly. Fiercely. Not being gentle. I don’t want gentle. I want him. I need him. We both let out a huge sigh of relief. Oh my god, do we fit together. He fills me completely. He sets the pace, slow and steady, savoring each thrust, our bodies quivering, I am so close already. God, we needed each other I can feel him holding back. I wrap my legs around his hips and draw him in deeper, I hear him growl “FUCK” and my nails dig into his back. His pace quickens. My body matches his. I mumble “Fuck me, Master.” And he sits back on his knees, grasping my hips yanking me to him, watching my breasts bounce as he fucks me, holding my legs behind my knees, to gain deeper access, locking eyes with me, watching my body react to him, chest flushed, breathing labored, hungry eyes, I need his release. I need him to fill me with his seed. I want to explode around him but this feels so incredible. I can barely hold my eyes open. The pleasure is overtaking my body. My hands move to his chest and I grip with my fingers, nails digging into him. Trying to pull him towards me as I push him away. I need to release but don’t want this pleasure to stop. He is fucking me hard and fast, animalistic, primal. Our bodies are drenched with sweat as we hold back our orgasms to enjoy the pleasure of fucking. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, I can not, will not cum without his permission. He knows this. He is my Master and he controls my orgasms.
As if he knew I could take no more.
“Cum for me.”
He didn’t need to say anything else, for my orgasms, are his. I explode all around his cock, my body bucks, and waves of pleasure crash over me. Grasping whatever I can hold onto as my body is overcome with pleasure. Moaning loudly I hear and feel him release inside me and another wave of pleasure washes over me.
He collapses forward, our bodies sweaty, our breathing labored, tingling from our release, he reaches behind my back and rolls me with him as he moves to the bed. Never releasing my body, tucked close to his chest, his cock still deep inside me, the most pleasurable aftercare. Tucking me nicely under his chin, our breathing is in unison, breath for breath, inhale…exhale, no longer panting but still labored, the scent of him and our sex intoxicating, savoring the scent, entering my nostrils with every inhale. His arms wrapped tightly around me he is not letting go and I was in no hurry to leave but we still spoke no words. I knew that words would just wake us up and put us back in reality and I was in no hurry. I wanted to enjoy this moment for I had no idea when our next encounter would be.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes seem to turn into hours, we just laid there holding each other, breathing. I had no desire to leave the comfort of his embrace. I needed him and he needed me, as we lay there I could feel his body relax and drift off to sleep. Eventually, his tight grip on me went limp, as did his cock inside me, I smiled that it still completely filled me. Our legs intertwined, it felt like he didn’t want to ever let go and it was the most beautiful embrace I’ve ever felt; feeling needed, wanted, and desired all in one. I didn’t wanna get up and leave but I knew that I was not ready yet. I wanted to come to him completely, a new woman, a woman he deserved. And sadly I had not healed yet, I still had more work to do. Healing would be forever but the tools I am learning is how to cope and function and be the best possible me I could be for myself. For him. And he is a distraction and I would just waste more days if I stayed. He deserved the best version of me. I deserve the best version of me. The magical version, not the broken woman he came to in the beginning. He said he would wait, and June is right around the corner. I needed to honour him and go. Leaning in, I kissed his chest and whispered against his skin. “Please wait.”
As if on cue, he started snoring and I knew it was safe for me to leave. Slowly removing my legs from his, letting his cock slide out of me, his embrace loosened, he was in a deep sleep now. Getting up off the bed I walked to the doorway and gathered my sundress sliding it over my shoulders, letting it fall and cover on my body. The moisture between my legs reminding me of what just happened, I turn and glance back to see him watching me. I smile softly and turn and walk myself to the door gripping the handle, I pause. Resisting the urge to run back into his arms and tell him everything that I have learned and all the healing that I’ve done so far but I know that I’m not done and he wants a Goddess and he deserves fun, laughter, and orgasms. Not a hydra of mental chaos. He does not want the stress or the emotions and I have to trust that he’s working on his own healing and then we will come back together in the future. Hoping it is not the last time I would be in this house; trusting that we will come together again in the future, I step outside into the darkness, it’s nighttime now; I have no idea how long we were together. It does not matter, walking briskly back to my flat marveling at the beauty of the man I just left, saying a silent prayer that he will come to me once we have both healed.
The protagonist of the 2003 novel Carrie Pilby refers to herself as asexual throughout the book–not as a recognized sexual orientation (given when it was written), but still as an identity label describing the way she feels different from the people around her. The book’s secondary characters include a bisexual woman and a gay man, presenting queerness as a possibility and extending Carrie’s sexuality-related conversations and thoughts beyond just heterosexuality. However, the film strips away every reference to queerness–Carrie’s identification as asexual, the non-straightness of the side characters–which leaves Carrie’s arc in the film a blandly straightforward, deeply heteronormative one. While she still initially expresses that she doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about sex, the film doesn’t allow for any possibility besides her being a repressed, heteroromantic allo girl recovering from a bad relationship. So unfortunately, if you’re looking for ace representation in film… this one isn’t it.
There is such uniqueness about taking public transport. You are in this kind of ambulant ephemeral something until you reach your final destination, and you don’t feel the necessity to share anything because let us be honest, isn’t everyone streaming within their heads already?
I keep wondering if David Shield’s device would have given All Might the Quirks locked away inside One For All. An interesting theory to throw around my head from time to time, I suppose.
i was gonna write about everything everywhere all at once that “i can already tell i’m gonna be annoyed by people only fitting this movie into The Zeitgeist of generational trauma movies” when its also one of the best portrayals of existentialism and Facing the Absurd i’ve seen in film… but just as i was being pessimistic like that, i saw people actually doseem to get it!!
like yass… understanding that the lack of support system and purpose in life which causes existential dread can come from anything and anywhere, as a fundamental part of the human condition… and also understanding that the crucial relationship that brings you back from the brink of destruction in confronting the absurdity of life can be anyone, and anyonecan suffer from it, not just people going through generational trauma…. yass twitter go off.
(MORE DETAILED REVIEW AHEAD: long story short, i love it.)
i will say, i’m a little surprised at how many people call the movie all that original or weird or that it introduces ideas “never seen before.”
like… yes, asthetically, there are a lot of weird things that happen. the “point” of the randomness is that their version of the multiverse is a place where, once you’re aware of it and in tune with its chaos, absolutely anything can happen. but like… once you realize that point, its not like “a universe where x is the case” will really shock you. that’s just “standard” alice in wonderland-esque absurdity. thats almost the point, none of the weirdness matters, its just one experience among a billion. a brief distraction from existential horror.
i’m also surprised people keep saying they’ve neverseen nihilism portrayed like this before. the message of “love will help you through” is not really a new solution to existential dread. thats not a bad thing btw (steven literally experienced exactlythis in steven universe future after no longer having a purpose as a hero / someone who exists to help people), but it is the truth.
whatresonatesis the emotion. the harrowing experience of losing yourself to a million distractions because you don’t want to face the emptiness and meaninglessness of it all, and how we avoid painful emotional truths or having the difficult conversations that forces you to confront the absurd and work through it with the power of love.
one twist i do like is that, within the subject of generational trauma, it starts out with the old folks POV. you see a lot of the opposite nowadays… the child is the main character that the adults have to accept and validate. this becomes easy for usbecause they’re the audience avatar. in EEAAO we get something a bit more interesting, which is that we start out siding with adults who believe the child is a villain, is evil, has no morality and can’t be reasoned with.
and that IS how a lot of adults feel as their children blossom into teenagers. they rebel, they hate how you perceive them and kinda hate you, they’re obsessed with their own psyche but they don’t really have a moral compass yet despite youtrying to be selfless and do whats best for them. so it feels like they’re the bad guy… but you’rethe parent. its your responsibility to be there for them. you haveto try to understand them.
my one critique of the movie is also its conclusion - its surprisingly… neat? for a movie that styles itself to be so emotionally intense and avant-garde. at the end of the day, there isn’t much ambiguity at all to its ending or how the characters will continue to cope. they just go by their daily lives having confronted their emotions, and i mean… i guess thats all you can do. but i would have liked a bit more edge, a bit more uncertaintythat the void can ever be defeated.
because at the end of the day, i can’t help but feel joy’s pain. on some level… as emotionally freeing as the movie can be, you know its still a distraction. a blip in the eternity of your life that you have to try to find meaning in. its neat ending isnt as neat in the real world, you can have fulfilling relationships and still have a nihilistic existential depression that you have to keep fighting.
I very much want to make Dream Daddy fanart but I am so scared of the environment for artists right now online. To be honest, this holds me back from making a lot of things.
one thing about me is i’m a supporter! if i mess with you at all, anything you do or put out, i’m interacting! and it means the world when my content is supported by my followers!!
i love my pretty life filled with things that make me happy. i take full advantage of all life’s pleasures. no i’m not gonna tone it down to make others comfortable. i’m an it girl and i always will be and that’s just that.<3
As a submissive i am strong as fuck, don’t ever forget it.
Do i enjoy rough play? Absolutely.
Do i enjoy deferring to my Dominant? You bet!
Does giving up control turn me on? More than you know.
Does rough play and pain arouse me? More than i would have thought possible.
Am i weak? No.
Am i less? Hell no.
Am i more breakable than any other woman on the planet? Not a chance.
i am as breakable as any other person on the planet, submissive or not. i am as needy. i have just as many insecurities, flaws, desires, fears, etc.
As a submissive in a consensual D/s relationship, i am strong as fuck.
It’smy choice to be on my knees.
It’smy choice to bend, to bow, to submit, to kneel, to obey. mine.my choice is what keeps me there. my resolve. my willpower.
You may be spanking me, flogging me, tormenting, teasing or punishing me. But my safewords are mine.my consent is mine, i’m the one who decides to use them or withdraw my consent.
Just to be clear. i’m a submissive and i’m strong as fuck.
Rape culture is really liking the person who has violated someone and making excuses for their behavior.
“Things were different then…”
“He/she was drunk, so…”
“Everyone behaves that way sometimes…”
“Maybe they were just coming on really strong and it was a misunderstanding…”
“Maybe they thought the other person was into it…”
“Maybe their accuser is just trying to jump on the bandwagon…”
“Maybe their accuser is a gold digger…”
“Maybe their victim is just trying to make a name for themselves…”
“Maybe the victim just changed their mind afterward and is laying blame because they don’t want to look like a slut/whore…”
“Maybe, maybe, maybe…”
We live in a rape culture. I wish we didn’t, but we do.
It’s really easy to make excuses when you like the person being accused. Not because you don’t like the accuser but because we don’t want to believe that someone we really like is an abuser.
It makes us uncomfortable to like a rapist.
It makes us uncomfortable to think, “I’ve behaved in a similar way.”
It just makes us uncomfortable.
And if we blame the accuser then we don’t have to look at ourselves and our own behavior.
If we blame the victim we don’t have to change anything.
If we blame the victim we don’t have to change ourselves.
~sandi
I’m looking forward to the day when this stops being relevant.
Brothers! From the same litter, been together since Day 1, been with us since 3 weeks old, just turned 13 years old. Pippin Took & James T Kirk love each other a lot.
I made a Bunny Heist based off of the TTRPG Honey Heist for my Niblings for this Easter Weekend. Thought I’d post it here if anyone wants to use it. It’s untested, so I don’t know if it’s too easy or too hard or just right - so the GM may need to adjust as they go! I am using the rules to a Honey Heist variant, literally called “Bunny Heist”. Those rules are here: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/309130
Grow-N-Show Garden Extravaganza!
The Bald Hare is a rabbit so old that he has lost all his fur. He is the head of the Bunny Boys, a gang of bunnies who run/terrorize your burrow community. The Bald Hare has found out he doesn’t have long to live and he will be passing the gang down to his grandson, Peter Rabbit. But before his time is done, he wants to send a group out for one last big score – enough food to hold the biggest retirement banquet one could ever throw. To do that though, he needs a buttload of veggies and nomnoms. The rest of the Bunny Boys are busy dealing with Farmer Maggot and his scarecrow. So The Bald Hare is putting together a ragtag group of criminal rabbits to go on this job.
A young hopper shows up at your doorstep with a summons from the Bald Hare. DIALOUGE FROM THE YOUNG HOPPER. Will you answer The Bald Hare’s summons?
You head to a large hole in the ground. The round green front door is answered by a hare named Harry. DIALOUGE FROM HARRY. He takes you into a room where an old, furless hare sits in a rocker. He welcomes you in. “Thank you for coming,” he says. Though you know that no one EVER refuses an invite from The Bald Hare. DIALOUGE FROM THE BALD HARE. He tells you of his retirement and his plan for a huge banquet. Then the surprise comes…he intends for you to get the food he requires from the Grow-N-Show Extravaganza! It’s the biggest garden show in the whole state! It’s the ultimate score. Like if you were a human robber robbing the biggest casino in Las Vegas? Like that! The Grow-N-Show Extravaganza is the big score for any bunny. No one has ever pulled it off. And the trick is? This year it is being held at the most dangerous Farmer’s Market around – Nuthanger Market. Oh, those sellers at the market act like they are hippies who love all creatures. But if you try to steal their veggies and other goods? They will make a hat out of you!
You know better than to refuse The Bald Hare though. So you take the job. He introduces you to your team. INTRODUCTIONS.
You know you have three choices for how to get there. 1) you can go to Farmer’s Maggots and attempt to steal his truck, but you’ve heard he has a dog. 2) you can try hitchhiking on The Highway, but you’ve heard it’s dangerous and can lead to “Roadkill”. 3) Or you can try hopping there, but that’ll take longer and you could arrive tomorrow evening, when the Extravaganza is already over.
It is mid-afternoon when you set out. The Bald Hare’s daughter, Lil Bunny FooFoo, gives you each 2 pieces of carrot cake for your journey. (These will help you feel more Bunny-like. You can also do a flashback to a criminal activity you engaged in, to feel more Criminal-like.)
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Farmer Maggot’s:
You are hiding in the bushes next to the fence leading into the crop area of the farm. You see many growing crops; mushrooms, potatoes, carrots, etc. The farmer’s house is a ways off from the crops, but the barn is within a few hops. And next to the barn? You see Farmer Maggot’s truck. You can also hear the sound of a dog barking from somewhere, but you cannot see it.
You must find a way through the fence and to the truck without being seen.
YO, GM…if anyone rolls a 6 for anything, Bunny Boys show up to raid the farmer’s crop and cause Farmer Maggot to come out of his house and chase you around with a pitchfork. Everyone must give successful Bunny Rolls to hop away from him safely.
If they fail to get through the fence, they get stuck on the fence and must find a way off.
If they fail to hotwire the truck, they alert the dog to their presence and must find a way to distract him.
Once they are through the fence and have started the truck, they can drive away to the highway. See DRIVING ON HIGHWAY.
Hitchhiking:
If you decide to hitchhike, go to The Highway. To hitchhike, you must con passerbys into thinking that you are human so they will give you a ride. This takes a Criminal Roll.
If They Get Picked Up…You are picked up by a lovely fellow named Arthur with a stack of towels in his car. He says he is a towel salesman and that one should never leave home without a towel. He looks at you and says, “I see you are all wrapped up in your fluffy towels. Good for you!” He then offers you each a free navy blue towel to take with you.
If They Fail At Hitchhiking (each party member gets one try): You know you could try hopping to market still. Though you don’t know if you will arrive too late (SEE HOPPING TO MARKET). Or you could try moving further down the highway to see if there is a better spot for hitchhiking. What will you do?!
YO, GM…if anyone rolls a 6 for anything, a police officer rolls up in a car and tells them hitchhiking is dangerous and illegal! They must 1) con him into leaving them alone and if that fails 2) he arrests them and they must find a way out of the back of the police car.
…If no one is successful at hitchhiking, they may try HOPPING TO MARKET or try walking along the road until they come across a broken-down car on the side of the road. They must do a Criminal Roll to get it up and running. Or they can hop their way to Nuthanger Market by getting 2 successful Bunny rolls in a row. (SEE HOPPING TO MARKET).
Hopping To Market:
To hop to the market, first you must hop across The Highway, which takes a Bunny Roll. (If anyone fails to cross the Highway, they have to hop backwards out of the way of a car and try again).
Once Across The Highway, you must hop all the way to Nuthanger Market fast enough to get there before it closes in a day and a half – this also takes a Bunny Roll. (If anyone fails this roll, they hurt their foot hopping and must walk more slowly, meaning they won’t make it there in time.) But then they come across a broken-down car on the side of the road and try to take that instead. (They must do a Criminal Roll to get it up and running).
YO, GM … if anyone rolls a 6 for anything, they come across an actual river and must cross that as well. They can either try hopping across with a Bunny Roll or steal a rowboat sitting there with a Criminal Roll.
Driving On The Highway:
YO, GM … if anyone rolls a 6 for anything, they are in a car accident and must get out and try hopping or hitchhiking. They can also try fixing up the car, but they each get one roll or a police officer will show up to the scene of the accident. (SEE HITCHHIKING FOR DEALING WITH POLICE OFFICER).
…The only thing that happens while driving is that they pass by a car with a young girl in the backseat, waving at all the cars going by. If they wave back, they must do a Criminal Roll to see if they pass as human – if they fail this roll, the mother driving the car notices that they are bunnies and calls the police. If this happens they can try to take a different route to evade the police (THERE IS A MAP IN THE GLOVE BOX IF THEY SEARCH THAT, Roll with Advantage to evade the police because of the map) or they can pull over for the police (in which case, SEE HITCHHIKING FOR DEALING WITH POLICE OFFICER).
They also must do a Criminal Roll for driving, just one roll from the driver to see if they make it to the market without forgetting how to drive.
If they search the glovebox, there is a map and a swiss army knife.
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NUTHANGER MARKET
YO, GM … If they successfully steal Farmer Maggot’s truck or successfully hitchhike without incident, they arrive in the evening of Day 1 of the Extravaganza, while it is still open. If they have to do 2 things, say hitchhiking + broken down car, or hitchhiking + hopping, then they arrive in the nighttime on the first day. If they must hop all the way there, they arrive in the morning of the last day, while the market is open.
Nuthanger’s Market is at a county fairground. There is a front gate and a back gate to the fairgrounds. There are brick walls around the fairgrounds. There is a carnival with rides and such set up for the market as well; carousel, kiddie coaster, swings, tilt-a-whirl, kiddie copters, bumper cars, swinging pirate ship and a row of fun carnival games. There is a small convention center building, CitiBank Building, where they have indoor art shows and the like. There is a single barn. There are 2 large semi-trucks with the words Karnival Koasters written on the side. And there are rows of tables and stalls about.
Arriving When It’s Closed
The front and back gates are closed and locked with a chain and padlock. The carnival rides and games are all shut down for the night. The CitiBank Convention Building also seems to be shut down for the night. The barn doors are closed. Off in the distance, you can see the shine of a flashlight.
YO, GM … Things they might try:
Sticking their little paws through the gate and picking the lock. (WITH ADVANTAGE IF USING THE SWISS ARMY KNIFE)
Hopping the fence.
Calling out to the person with the flashlight (the security guard) and conning him. (WITH ADVANTAGE IF THEY USE THE TOWELS FROM ARTHUR TO MAKE A COSTUME)
Once Inside…you find all the vendor stalls & tables empty.
YO, GM … if anyone rolls a 6 for anything… the security guard will come across them and they must either evade, distract, attack or con him. UNLESS THEY HAVE CAUSED A DISTRACTION FIRST.
If They Investigate The CitiBank Building, they find a front and back door, both locked for the night with a security pad. There are also windows, high up, hoppable for a bunny, but the windows are closed. Through the windows of the building, they can see many of the produce and food has been moved inside for the night.
If They Investigate The Windows Specifically, they find there are no sensors on the windows.
If They Search The Barn, the doors are not locked and they find bunny hutches and chicken coups inside, all with bunnies and chickens in them.
Things they might try:
Getting the security guard to let them in to the CitiBank Building.
Hacking the security pad on the doors.
Breaking the window (Criminal Roll) & hopping into the building, then opening it from the inside.
Ramming the doors with the trucks.
YO, GM … they can use the carnival trucks to stash more food with a Criminal Roll for driving. The keys are literally in the ignitions. But they hafta deal with the security guard asking questions.
Arriving When It’s Open
The gates are open, but the Extravaganza is in full swing. There are people everywhere. You can see the doors to the CitiBank Building standing wide open. People are coming and going from the barn. The carnival rides and games are all operational.
YO, GM…
Things they might try:
Pickpocketing someone for their credit guard and buying all the produce, if they can pass as people.
Causing some sort of major distraction that empties the place out, like sabotaging one of the rides or driving one of the trucks through the crowd.
Passing as a health inspector who confiscates the food.
Telling a cop there’s a bomb so they empty the place out.
Posing as a bunny with a sign that says “Feed This Bunny” so people just hand over their food.
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Once They Have The Produce
It takes one Criminal Roll to drive back home.
The Old Bald Hare welcomes you with open arms, on this the day of his retirement. You are viewed as “alright fellows” by the Bunny Boys. Peter Rabbit says he looks forward to offering you more jobs in the future. You have done The Big Score! You are now renowned in the Bunny Crime World!
Two nights ago, someone on a TV show I was watching was tripping on ‘shrooms. I have never done shrooms, but I did get nostalgic for that high where nothing matters, where you feel outside your own body, where everything is light and airy. I wanted what that character felt. Then last night was a rough night. I ended up reading too much about Omicron and the inevitability that “we are all gonna get it ♀️”. Except for me, that could very possibly be a death sentence. And my brain spiraled out into existential dread mode & I couldn’t stop it. Today I woke up knowing that I didn’t go for the nostalgic high I wanted and I didn’t treat my overwhelming anxiety with unsanctioned (& way too many) pills. I woke up today knowing I made it through both those feelings without drugs - or at least without non-prescription drugs . I woke up this morning knowing I have been sober for twelve years. #Soberversary
