Ally Blue's Blog, page 20
December 4, 2012
What the WHAT now???
This is REALLY A THING, people. These idiots are ACTUALLY SERIOUS. Go tell them what you think, y’all. Spread the love. Be aware, they will block you if you’re one of those Dirty Gays, because they are JUST THAT BRAVE **gag** but tell them anyway. We want them to know how much we LUUUURV them don’t we??? I’ve argued with the braindead dickholes under my real name already, they just adored me :) Go forth, children, go spread the love!
adsertoris:
The HP Lovecraft Historical Society - It’s...
The HP Lovecraft Historical Society - It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fish-Men
music by Meredith Wilson
HPLHS Lyrics by Andrew Leman
MP3 Recording from A Very Scary Solstice,
performed by Andrew Leman
A Very Scary Solstice is a parody album, mixing Christmas carols with the Cthulhu Mythos. It was produced and performed by members of the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society.
It’s beginning to look a lot like fish-men
Everywhere I go;
From the minute I got to town
And started to look around
I thought these ill-bred people’s gillslits showed.
I’m beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
Right outside my door,
As I try to escape in fright
To the moonlit Innsmouth night
I can hear some more.
They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes
A profound desire to flee
Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink
Like a carcass washed up from the sea.
I wish I’d paid attention to that crazy drunken man.
He tried to warn me all about old Marsh’s Deep One clan.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Fish-men
Everywhere I go;
They can dynamite Devil Reef,
but that’ll bring no relief,
Y’ha N’thlei is deeper than they know.
I’ll continue to see a lot of fish-men
That I guarantee.
For the fish-man I really fear
is the one who’s in the mirror
And he looks like me.
He looks just like me.
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A musical version of ‘The Shadow Over Innsmouth’ by H.P Lovecraft.
Set to a song composed by the HPLHS http://www.cthulhulives.org/Solstice/fish-menplayer.html
If you don’t get whats going on and want to read the original story, its a good read and online at:
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Shadow_Over_Innsmouth
Best Xmas song EVER. LOL.
Demon Dog (Mojo Mysteries Book 1) is out today in ebook, yay!...
Demon Dog (Mojo Mysteries Book 1) is out today in ebook, yay! I’m excited. I love my boys Greg and Adrian and I love giving them their own series. It’s available directly from Samhain Publishing, or from Amazon, B&N or probably your other favorite online retailer. Read on for the blurb plus an excerpt of sexiness and pre-angst :) Enjoy!
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© Copyright 2012 Ally Blue
One juicy mystery, mustard and relish included
Three years after solving the hundred-year-old murder case that brought them together, Greg Woodhall and Adrian Broussard have settled into life together in the colorful college town of Chapel Hill. Adrian’s doctorate research and Greg’s two jobs keep them busy, but they have each other and life is good.
When Greg is offered the chance to help Bay City Paranormal scope out the historic PlayMakers Theater’s rumored spirits, he’s excited to get involved—at first. But as the protoplasmic trail unexpectedly shifts to DogOpolis, where Greg works part time, he senses something in the air besides the mouthwatering aroma of gourmet hot dogs.
There’s an entity that the team can’t quite get a handle on, but it’s creating havoc in Greg’s relationship with Adrian. Things that leave him doubting his own sanity. When the team finally uncovers the truth, no one is prepared for the danger—or what they’ll have to do to stop the thing plaguing DogO before it stops them. Permanently.
Warning: This book contains a spooky mystery, unusual hot dog toppings, and a fast food joint that may or may not be haunted. May cause random hot dog cravings.
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Setting his headset on the coffee table, Adrian pulled Greg up to straddle his lap. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. And I can see you turning into a worrywart, so stop it.” Greg wound his arms around Adrian’s neck. “Anyway, I wasn’t talking about Immersing. I was talking about the gang coming up to check out the PlayMakers.”
“Oh.” Adrian slipped his hands under the back of Greg’s T-shirt to touch his smooth, warm skin. The muscles beneath felt tense. Maybe Greg was just a little overworked. “Yeah, it’s cool. I’m excited about it. The investigation, and the visit. It’ll be great to see everybody.”
“It really will.” Greg slid his fingers into Adrian’s hair, tilted his head down and brushed a light, teasing kiss across his lips. “Do you think they’ll let us help?”
“I don’t know. Why, do you want to?”
“Shut up.”
Adrian laughed because they both knew damn well Greg was dying to help. Had been ever since Groome Castle had opened his eyes to the reality of ghosts and the paranormal. Tilting his head up, Adrian covered Greg’s smiling lips with his own. Greg opened to him with a soft, happy hum, one hand clutching a fistful of Adrian’s hair and the other caressing his cheek.
After nearly three years together, the taste of Greg’s mouth and the feel of his body pressed close still had the power to send Adrian’s pulse racing and his powers swelling inside him. He spread both palms flat on Greg’s back, the better to enjoy the flex of firm muscles as the kiss went deep.
Greg broke the kiss several long, glorious minutes later. He rubbed his cheek against Adrian’s. “Is there any lube in here?”
“No. I’ll get it, though, hang on.” Adrian held his hand above his head and concentrated his psychokinetic energy toward the open door of the bedroom behind him. It took a few seconds, but the lube sailed off the bedside table where he’d left it the last time they’d made love—God, had it really been almost a week ago? Maybe Greg’s jumpiness lately meant he simply needed to get laid—and hit his open palm with a solid smack. He held it up, grinning. “Lube. We’re ready to go.”
Greg shook his head. “It’s seriously creepy-cool when you do that shit.”
Adrian rested his head in the curve of Greg’s neck. “I’m glad it’s at least partly cool to you. I felt like I was nothing but creepy most of my life.”
“I know.” Greg raked his fingers through Adrian’s hair, hugged him close and laid his cheek on the top of his head. “I’m only teasing about the creepy part, you know. You’ll never be creepy to me.” Greg shifted to kiss Adrian’s brow. His fingertips traced slow circles on the back of Adrian’s neck. “I love you. I love everything about you. Especially your mojo. I feel like you really ought to know that by now.”
“I do know. Believe me. And I love you too.” Adrian moved one hand downward to cup Greg’s butt. “Stand up so I can undress you.”
The way Greg’s chest hitched against Adrian’s spoke volumes. Adrian smiled. Greg had a serious kink for Adrian stripping him with psychokinesis.
Greg climbed off Adrian’s lap and stood in front of him, trembling from head to foot, cheeks flushed and kiss-swollen lower lip caught between his teeth. His hands clenched and opened at his sides, over and over again.
God, he’s perfect. And he’s mine.
Vowing to never again let a whole week go by without worshiping Greg’s body the way it deserved, Adrian reached out with his mind and flipped open the button on Greg’s shorts.
Afterward, lying cuddled together on the sofa, Adrian dragged his fingertips through the dew of sweat on Greg’s spine and thanked whoever might be listening for the rare joy of an evening without the demands of hot dogs, physics or the damn play. Lately it seemed like he and Greg hardly ever got to take their time making love then snuggling naked in each other’s arms while the summer sunset blazed through the western window.
“Mm.” Winding his body tighter around Adrian’s, Greg nuzzled Adrian’s throat. “This is nice.”
Adrian smiled, his face buried in Greg’s tangled hair. “I was just thinking the same thing.” He molded his palm to the curve of Greg’s bare ass. “Seems like we haven’t gotten to spend much time together lately. Screwing on the couch without at least one of us having to jump up and go somewhere afterward feels like a huge luxury.”
Greg laughed, the sound soft and lazy. “You’re not wrong. Gotta say, DogO isn’t a bad job, all things considered, and of course I love being in A Tar Heel Born, but I’m seriously glad I don’t have to do either one tonight.”
“Me too.” Adrian stroked a hand over Greg’s arm where it lay tucked around Adrian’s middle. “I should probably be getting ahead on grading, but hell, I need a night off.”
“What, you can’t work on doctorate research and assistant teaching without having to take time off once a month or so?” Lifting his head from Adrian’s chest, Greg gave him a reproachful look. “Idle hands are the devil’s playthings, said my great-grandfather.”
“I’ll show you idle hands.” Grinning, Adrian grabbed Greg’s rear in both hands and squeezed.
“Hey! If you’re gonna molest me, at least make me dinner.”
“Is that your way of saying you’re hungry?”
“Maybe.” Greg yawned, his head dropping back onto Adrian’s chest. “On second thought, why don’t you mojo your phone over here and call for pizza delivery? I don’t think I want you to cook, since it would involve you getting up.”
“In a minute.” Adrian lifted Greg’s chin before he could get too comfortable. The tension had returned to Greg’s expression and the tone of his voice, which meant Adrian’s worry was back too. “You’ve been awfully tired and jumpy the last few days. Is there anything going on other than you working way too hard?”
A hint of something unidentifiable fleeted through Greg’s eyes and vanished before Adrian could make sense of it. Greg shook his head. “Not really. Just overdoing it, I think.” The teasing light Adrian knew well sparked in Greg’s eyes. “You know me, I’m allergic to hard work. I was born to be a gentleman of leisure, but life’s just not cooperating with me.”
After more than three years together, Adrian wasn’t so easily fooled. He smacked Greg’s butt. “Greg, it’s me, remember? I know better.”
The corners of Greg’s mouth tipped up. “Look, it’s nothing. I promise.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over Adrian’s lower lip. “You’ve been as busy as I have. You know how all that work can mess with your head.”
“I certainly do.” The nagging little voice in his brain made Adrian wind his fingers in Greg’s hair and hold him still to study his face. Lack of sleep had left his gray eyes reddened around the edges. “You’d tell me if anything was wrong, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would. We went down the keeping-secrets road three years ago. Didn’t work out very well.”
Adrian gave him a wry smile. “Truer words were never spoken.”
“Uh-huh. You’re not the only one in this relationship with brains and beauty.” Greg stretched forward enough to kiss Adrian’s lips before he could retort. “Now, since you super-smart types apparently lose the thread of conversations really fast, let me put you back on track.” He poked Adrian in the chest. “I’m hungry. Buy me pizza.”
Part of Adrian wanted to argue because he couldn’t help feeling deep in his bones that Greg was holding something back. Not anything big, maybe, but still. After the way keeping things from each other had almost destroyed their relationship before it truly began, Adrian hated the idea of Greg not telling him something, no matter how small.
On the other hand, he might be imagining the whole thing. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d worried about nothing since they’d been together.
In the end, the trust they’d built over the years won out. Holding up his hand, Adrian concentrated on his pod until it came sailing through the air into his palm. “Veggie with tomato, or pepperoni and pineapple?”
Greg smiled. This time, Adrian knew the relief he saw on Greg’s face wasn’t his imagination.
December 3, 2012
Ha, coleslaw! **dies laughing**
Ha, coleslaw! **dies laughing**
"I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time."
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Thom Yorke (via edwardjobrien)
See, this is why I feel a kinship with Mr. Yorke. Stuff like this here where he gets in my brain and says what’s there.
December 2, 2012
patronustrip:
brinaelegiraffe:
shelzie:
hatewizard:
devidemen...
what you fail to realize is that video games shouldn’t cater to females in the first place. It’s largely known that it’s targeted towards the MALE demographic and has been for so many years, so why would they ask for something like that to be handed to them on a goddamn silver platter?
that’s like a guy walking into the women’s department of clothing at a sears and demanding that there be more clothing for men there. Separation of sections be damned.
that’s not how it fucking works
no not really
the game industry is more like walking into a regular department store and seeing that all the clothes are only men’s clothes
and when you ask the cashier where the women’s clothing section is, they wheel out a small rack of cheaply made tutus, g-strings, and high heels all in bright pink
and then when you go “wow really that’s it” you get called an uppity bitch and everybody assumes you want all the focus on you when in reality you’d just like to be considered a worthwhile demographic since you also like to wear clothes, it’s not like you want some ridiculous getup, you just want a solid shirt and pair of pants that fits you alright.
I mean hell you even sort of like men’s clothes and you have no problem wearing them. They suit you well. But it’s very obvious once you throw on a pair of men’s pants that they were not made for you.
^^^
Perfect metaphor is perfect.
this.
basically the story of my life
November 30, 2012
Victoria Dahl's Tumbling Tumblrblog: The One Where Victoria Gets Super Personal and Super Pissed About Birth Control
There is not one moment in my life that hasn’t been influenced by birth control. That might sound like a strange exaggeration to some of you, but I mean it. I won’t go into the exact personal details, but I have lived in the poverty brought on when married women have no way to limit their…
REBLOG FOREVER.
November 29, 2012
Girl-child & I are going to see this. Plans involve minimal...
Girl-child & I are going to see this. Plans involve minimal mascara & maximal Kleenex. **anticipates**
November 28, 2012
Hey, baby. How YOU doin’? **touches inappropriately** O_O
Hey, baby. How YOU doin’? **touches inappropriately** O_O
