Moody Nathan

Pedro Scouts Beat the Heat

Pedge and I have been having an amazing time with @pedroscouts Summer Fun, though steadily getting hotter. Excited to hear our upcoming Sunday badges, Pedge and I are several steps from the next ranking! But we are ready to rough it. Happy Summer Fun my fellow Scouts. Let's keep it hawt!

Ice Cream Social Sweet Treats Posted a Poll Pedro Party Bookshop AU Snooze @tightjeansjavi A Lover's Pinch @hier--soir Miller's Book Nook @whocaresstillthelouvre Whump Ouch! @joellastofus Take a Moment to Breathe @tightjeansjavi Too Young to Die @starry-eyes-love Javi Gutierrez Are You Alright, Honey? @javigutierrez Poolside @joelscruff Slow @morallyinept Marcus Pike Charcuterie Challenge Lost In Our Vices @thetriumphantpanda I'll Crawl Home to Her Second Chances @pedroscurls Angst Limits @randofantfic Teacher's Pet @javiscigarette Cinnabon @strang3lov3 Midnight Kisses @bluebeary-jay Platonic Love Nobody Else But You @writersblog20 Accidentally Discoursed The One With Pedge and Jett Be Good to Yourself and Be Good to Others @morallyinept Found Family Mr. and Mrs. Miller @mrsmando You Make Loving Fun @javierpena-inatacvest

A Very Special Episode of PB and J

And now for a very special episode of PB and J. This one is drastically self-indulgent, though I feel there are some things Pedge and I can say to the fandom that might help. 

Sexy Disclaimer: Pedge is not a registered therapist, however therapeutic he might be. We are going to be talking about some challenging topics like SH, ideation, orientation, violence and shame…

Pedge and I have been talking a lot about shame and allowance lately, haven’t we Pedge? I know, it’s hard to sit with uncomfortable emotions no matter how many chocolate chip cookies we have. It’s easy to feel broken or like there’s something wrong with you. Hmmm? I mean, it’s only 11:30am but…yes we can have some for breakfast.

This first writing year on Tumblr I’ve learned A LOT. I spent a full year reading ALL KINDS of fics and some of them had me feeling all sorts of things! I read fluff, I read violence, I read about threesomes, I read about orientation, I read about SH, ideation, dead dove…

Sorry, Pedge has his fingers in his ears and is singing “Purple Rain” right now, just in case. Maybe I should whisper a little…I’m just gonna give a little reminder that trigger warnings are there for a reason. You just protect yourself like Pedge does, and if you don’t like something, block it! I saw some scary pics last night I just blocked that ish straight away, no thank you! 

But sometimes I have a tendency to “block” myself, and that’s something my REAL therapist and I have been working on. What? No Pedge, I’m sorry the time that we spend together is very therapeutic, but it’s also important to speak with a professional. No, she doesn’t make chocolate chip cookies the way you do, and yes I would like some Almond Milk.

Anyways, sometimes I feel silly or embarrassed or guilty about the things that I like. Do you ever feel that way? I worry that a playful cartoon like Pedge might appear childish or misrepresent some of the adult topics we address. I’ve started describing myself as a sexy ace, but that label doesn’t really fit. Pedge is running to get his Pride Flag from June, thank you for the support, P. I love fics that explore orientation and different types of love. Yes, Pedge I LOVED the work you did in “A Strange Way of Life”. I mean…that was hawt, and I’m not just talking about the oven right now.

I like unpacking fics that involve violence. I’m not 100% why, but I feel safe within myself to explore those feelings, particularly in a fictional environment and not a real one. Yes Pedge, I DID watch TLOU and that hospital scene was VERY believable. No, I don’t know if Laurence Olivier liked chocolate chip cookies, but I’m sure he would have liked you. This October we’re going to explore some Halloween fics with some of your SUPER scary characters like Dave York and Max Phillips. Pedge, you know I can still see you even when you’re hiding underneath the covers, right? Okay, you just let me know if we overstimulate ourselves, okay? Maybe we’ll read those during the daytime…

Pedge, did you know sometimes I even feel embarrassed about writing? (Ahem) alright, you don’t have to laugh about it, silly goose. I often refer to you as Pedge or P, because you’re an avatar. No, not the movie. Yes, I know it’s a classic. An avatar is an icon or figure that represents a REAL figure like Pedro Pascal.

Oh honey, I’m sorry, no you are VERY real. How could you eat so many cookies if you weren’t real? Oh cuddle bug…okay you just nestle up in here for a hug, I’m sorry I made you cry. All I mean to say is that thoughts and feelings and desires are VERY real, and sometimes giving them a name or an image can help us sort through the complicated parts of ourselves! And it can mean whatever we want. It doesn’t mean we’re delusional, or violent or bad, it just means that we’re human. And humans use art to understand themselves and life.

Yes, and cookies. We also enjoy cookies and movies and museums and pleasure and all kinds of things that don’t need an explanation, they just get to be enjoyed, much like the fandom.

Sigh. No we’re not broken, we’re just human. Well, some of us are human and some of us are avatars, but we both need Love. And cookies. They’re ready? Okay good, this existential and literary crisis has made me very hungry. When in doubt, try to remember that feelings and thoughts are neutral, it’s what you DO with those emotions that defines their meaning and external impact.

In closing, Pedge and I just want you to know how much we like you. You’re good. You’re not bad. Okay, you’re not PERFECT. You’re just you, and we like that. Keep doing your best! Keep exploring, keep learning, keep growing, keep wanting! And if there are some emotions that feel too big even for cookies to handle, think about getting your own therapist, like me! Pedge is currently occupied, so you’ll have to get your own. Mostly, just be good to yourself and be good to others. And remember that sometimes a cookie is just a cookie. Yes, Pedge, you’ve done an extraordinary job with this batch, I must say. Yes Pedge. I love you too.

*thanks @thecutestgrotto for the dividers!

Make Your Own Kind of Music

*fan art includes lyrics to the classic song "Make Your Own Kind of Music"

Fink's Phrases

Thank you @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book! I'm making slow progress on my health journey, but the holidays were the hardest. This movie was so nurturing, and empowering during this difficult season. I could listen to Papi Pascal all day :) Thanks for indulging my inner child...

Sometimes, to survive, you must become more than you were programmed to be. When you grow up without something you… end up spending a lot of time thinking about it. No one has the programming for motherhood. We just make it up. Funny how life works. Death’s proximity makes life burn a little brighter. If you forgot to say something before you left, they may have heard it anyway. Sometimes hearts have their own conversations. Eating the task is not the same as completing the task. Most of you hate me and I hate most of you. Everyone in here hates someone else. But here we are and here's the deal: the first one that walks out that door is dead and if we can't keep it together in here, everyone's dead. We all got one chance to see next spring, because of her. The 'thing', the 'monster'. And while you all ran from her and stole from her and made fun of her all she's been trying to do is raise her kid. She's the one who got you out of the storm, built this place, and despite my suggestion that she let you all freeze, she risked everything to bring you here. I'm a fox, I do foxy things. It's in my nature!

A Sense of Pride

Hey beautiessss! I wanted to write something specifically for pride, entirely self indulgent, and based in my own limited experience. If this doesn't describe you, it doesn't describe you! But hopefully it speaks to inclusion, positivity and self love, in all it's forms!

Triggers: nothing big! a little self doubt, little profanity, mostly fluff a little implied smut, fictional exploration of orientation with our Therapist Pedge and loving support of the LGBTQIA+ community, I've also tried to write w/o gender pronouns so Therapist Pedge can love on us all...

“I brought Thai foooood!” Pedge sang out from the doorway of your apartment, balancing several bags and books precariously in his arms and dumping them unceremoniously on the ground.

“K” a voice responded from the living room.

Silence.

“Alright, not the tone of enthusiasm I was expecting…” Pedge rounded the corner to find the top of your head hovering behind your computer screen and assorted merchandise strewn haphazardly around the room.

“Whoaaaa…babe. Are we hosting the Pride Parade this year in the living room, cause we’re gonna need a bigger boat…” P grinned broadly, hanging a rainbow flag around his neck, and draping his arms around your shoulders.

You quickly slammed the laptop shut, looking around the room, slightly chagrined. “I may have gone a little overboard at Walmart while you were gone” you blushed.

“I mean, I’m LOVING the new decor” he nodded in approval “though, a little surprised! Feeling all the ally feelings? Are you a Leprechaun and you didn’t tell me?”

Silence.

“Tell me about your meetings” you stalled, setting the laptop quickly on the coffee table.

He took a heavy breath, plopping down on the couch and shaking his head. “I don’t understand why we have to take these meetings in person, in the digital age. The 405 is ALWAYS a disaster area. I ran out of Nicorette on the drive home…”

“I’m ace” you interrupted, holding your breath in anticipation “maybe?” Pedge sat, unmoving, un-reactive. Apparently, non-plussed at your blunt admission.

“Does that mean…I should have gotten vegetarian, instead?” he asked, with tremendous gravitas.

Your eyebrows shot up with irritation. “I’m not joking, P! I’m fucking BROKEN!” you wailed, lightly slapping him on the chest, and starting to unravel. 

“OW!” he pouted, grabbing your hand and rubbing it over his chest in faux reproof. “You’re not broken! What are you talking about? Ace is the place with the helpful hardware folks!” he chastised, massaging your hand and smirking. “I don’t understand, but I’m curious. Bi-curious. Is this a new revelation…in the last couple hours?”

“No! I don’t know. I mean, you know…I’ve talked to you about…my background…and my…preferences…and I was looking up terms online…And then I got confused…” you trailed off, unsure of what you were trying to say.

“Honey, are you interested in less…touching? Or…maybe…not into sex…or…not into, ME?” he set your hand down in your lap with genuine interest, but trying to grab ahold of the very loose thread of understanding.

“Noooo!” you mewled, hugging him firmly around the waist and knocking the breath out of him. You grabbed him by the face, smashing your lips into his, sharing a long kiss. After a few minutes you both came up for air, you, lightly drawing your fingers through his hair and sniffling slightly.

“I gotta say, based on what I know about being ace, this doesn’t seem very on brand” he teased, with eyes closed.

You bit your lower lip in confusion, exploding in a cascade of confusing language, 

“Iwaswatchingthetelevisionshowsexeducation. Andtheyweretalkingaboutasexualityandsomeofitkindofappliedtome.ButyouknowILOVEsexthoughsometimesIfeelmorecomfortableenjoyingitalone.ButIdontwanttoBEaloneIjustdontalwaysfeellikebeingphysicalintimate. ButIthinkaboutemotionalandspiritualintimacyallthetime. AndeverybodyelsehasmoresexualpartnersthanIdoandImnotbigongenitalia. ButIdontwantyoutothinkIdontloveyou. AnddoesthismeanImandrogynous?  Thosecanthardlybethesamethings. Idontreallylikewatchingporn. AndIdontunderstandwhyImsojudgementalaboutthis? IthoughtIwasanopenmindedperson.ButmaybetheressomethingwrongwithmeandImruiningusandIllneverbehappy!”

“Okay, there’s a lot of interesting ideas to unpack there” he paused. “Did you just use the word, genitalia?”

Silence.

You both burst into uncontrollable laughter as he stroked your upper thigh hesitantly. After a few minutes, everything settled down as he sat back, gazing at you appraisingly.

“What?” you huffed, annoyed at your own theatrics and noticing the small rumble in your stomach.

“Babe…I like being with YOU. I like touching you, I like laughing with you. I like eating with you. And if you’re still okay with it…I like…eating…you” he lovingly pinched at your knee as you started giggling. “I’m excited to unpack whatever these discoveries are. And there’s nothing wrong with you or broken about anything you’re feeling. You’re just human, and humans have all different kinds of preferences. That Kinsey guy said everything is on a spectrum.”

You nodded silently, attempting to take everything in. “I was reading that some peeps don’t even think asexuality is a thing. Like I don’t even belong in ANY community…”

“I mean you know I don’t like using a lot of labels. I think sexuality is a pretty fluid thing. I’ve had lots of incredible…interactions with people over the years. Do you think I’M broken?”

“No, that’s one of the things I like BEST about you!” you blurted out. “You’re open-hearted! Sometimes I feel so closed off. How can I still be so confused?” you complained, throwing your hands up in the air.

He smiled, fingering your chin lightly. “Sex isn’t the price we pay for intimacy. Or love. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. I want to know you, that’s all.”

“Me too” you grinned, caressing his face.

Silence.

“Somebody said something about Thai?” you whispered, rubbing your legs together excitedly.

“I don’t think asexuals are allowed to eat Thai Food” he shook his head disapprovingly before you leapt onto his lap. “I read that on Google” he teased, pinching your stomach.

“So, like…if you’re bi…and I’m ace…together…we could be…bi-ased” you scrunched your nose at the disastrous attempt.

“Ewwwww” he laughed. “Race you to the Thai…”

Afterglow Series Workplace Benefits

*thank you @almostfoxglove for the sexy moodboard, I'm inspired!

The Afterglow Series is more focused on intimacy and unexpected situations, so please imbibe accordingly. Javier Pena is so voracious, I wanted to explore what would happen if he met his match.

Triggers: Prostitute POV, empowered woman in a safe transactional relationship w/ Javier Pena that evolves into more vulnerability, a little physical aggression, profanity, alcohol use, aftercare, crying (there's always crying), P in V, a little more smutty than most of my stuff, more valiant attempts at Spanish however inaccurate...

Series Masterlist

You loved your job. It wasn’t the type of thing you could easily discuss with your sister and the futbol moms. But you felt empowered as fuck, and prostitutes were more protected than ever. To be honest, you didn’t really think of yourself in those terms. What you thought of was the money and the sense of power you felt, holding important men, quite literally by the balls. And Javier Pena was one of them.

You’re not sure when, but at some point, things had begun to shift. At first, he came over for a quick whiskey and a fuck. And then one time, he arrived on your doorstep, already drunk and cuddly as a teddy bear. You don’t think he even remembered, leaving $100 bucks on your nightstand and thanking you for a “good time”. There was a routine of sorts, and sometimes he was flat out aggressive, but you never had a problem with that. As long as he paid, you were happy to incur a few bumps and bruises, and knowing he left happy, your income was relatively secure. But last week, he came by, perfectly sober and ready…to talk? It wasn’t a DTR, that would be ludicrous. He just wanted to talk. You kept trying to lure him to bed, but he endlessly deflected, making you laugh till you nearly snorted iced tea out of your nose, ordering  tacos from the seedy joint downstairs, and still leaving $100 bucks on the nightstand after you fell asleep watching tv. What the non-fuck was going on?

Today seemed like the routine as per usual. He’d shown up on your doorstep, raring to go, whiskey in hand and lust pouring from his steely gaze. Several breaks in, he’d enjoyed himself profusely and you found yourself being pounded from the back, as his sweaty hips thrashed against you loudly. Until….you had a problem. You were cumming.

The day had been fine, you’d already had several clients and were looking forward to seeing Javier in the evening. Feeling relaxed and unfocused you hadn’t realized your body was careening out of your control until this very moment. A quick surprising breath caught in your throat as you attempted to stifle a low moan…

“Que?” Javier questioned, as though telepathically linked to every nerve in your body.

You tried to play it off as one of your many performances, “Oh Javi more! So wet, so wet…” until you realized those statements weren’t a fabrication. Your legs were already trembling and the room was starting to spin around you.

“You like that, pobrecita?” he kept a relentless pace, jack hammering into you from behind. “You never tell me what you like…” he grunted appraisingly.

Your eyelids fluttered shut of their own volition as the silvery thread of arousal coursed through your veins fluidly. This can’t be happening, your mind stuttered, attempting to divorce yourself from the powerful sensations ebbing through your body. You prided yourself on your professionalism, but quite honestly, you didn’t get into this career for…sex. Most of the men that came to you were escaping a disappointing home life or were otherwise sexually unsuccessful, so their last concern was your pleasure, and that was fine for you. No reason you needed to be vulnerable in the workplace. The money was compensation enough and you could pleasure yourself on your own time. But Javier Pena wasn’t a regular guy, and when it came to sex, he was actually good at it. He came for his own pleasure, but that included yours, and he was down to try anything. Honestly, it was just a matter of time, but you had remained irresolute and focused up until now. And now, you were cumming.

The harder you tried to swat the idea away, the stronger the impulse grew. Small tendrils of pleasure that pulsed at your core, stuttered breaths that caught in your throat, whimpers of ecstasy that escaped from your mouth; Javier was devouring it like a man starved.

“There she is…” he drawled, grabbing you by the throat and hoisting you backwards until your back was pressed against his sweat glistened chest. “Are you going to cum for me, hermosa?” he panted into your ear, as you shook your head slowly.

“No, no, no” you had dropped all pretense of performance, realizing your body seemed to be acting of its own accord. You dropped your hands to your clit, rubbing in quick circles now desperate to get off.

“Mine” Javier growled into your ear, grabbing your wrists and yanking them around his neck as he angled up into you, harder still. You cried out in anguished ecstasy, confused at the unbidden sensations tingling throughout your being.

“M-m-more…” you began to mumble incoherently, no longer concerned with the loss of control, and only focused on your pleasure and nothing else.

Javi tipped you forward violently, re-situating himself in a seated position, and then abruptly pulled you back onto his lap, pistoning up into you at the most  delectable angle. Your entire body seized up in a pre-orgasmic throb. He gripped you tightly, calloused fingers palming your breasts, kneading and pinching as all thought left your mind completely. You were a ray of light, pleasure itself, his heat sheathed inside you, piercing the darkness and eradicating everything else. You’re not even sure if you spoke out loud, but the primal awareness that you were cumming, clouded time itself, until there was no denying it anymore. You threw your head back against his shoulder and cried in a silent scream, softening into a guttural moan of euphoria. Your body was fluid, liquid gold, dripping and melting over his hard figure. He worked you through your release until you pulled at the nape of his neck, weak with overstimulation. He drew his palm down the front of your salt soaked body and then flipped you around in a tangle of arms and legs, nearly collapsing on top of you, lowering you to the bed.

In the dull recesses of your mind you felt the throb of embarrassment, but not yet cognizant enough to grasp it with any enthusiasm. Holding onto your cloud of your contentment, you were vaguely aware of Javi’s absence, assuming he had left the appropriate amount of money on the bed stand and made a quick exit. You felt your heat twitching and throbbing with the loss of his presence, but thankful he had left you to your own mortification. It had been so long since you felt comfortable enough to enjoy yourself with someone else, you were nearly shocked it was still possible. You swallowed dryly, blinking away the tears. Damn endorphins, you sniffled, freezing as a figure appeared in the doorway with a washcloth and water.

“Drink, hermosa” he commanded as your eyes widened to saucer shape. He was still here. Was he angry? Did you just lose your best customer, and this was the swan song? Appraising your silence he brought the glass of water up to your parched lips tentatively, eyeing you with slight concern. You started shivering slightly as your body attempted to regulate itself into normalcy. “Are you hurt?” he demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting you to a seated position so you could drink.

You shook your head slowly, devoid of intelligence as the tears began to dry on your cheeks stickily. You flinched with surprise as he began rubbing down your legs and mid-section with the washcloth. “Shh, shh…” he shushed, as though coddling a small child as your body relaxed with relief and exhaustion.

“You don’t have to do that, Javi” you muttered softly, grabbing his wrist gently, but as yet unable to meet his eyes.

“Porque, eso cuesta mas?” he pondered, a small smirk shadowing his countenance.

“I’m not charging you for tonight” you murmured, turning your head away from him in defeat, until you felt him reach around and draw your chin back towards him.

He drew his thumb across your lower lip, not saying a word, a pained expression pinching at his eyebrows unexpectedly. “Inestimable” he whispered, almost to himself, kissing you lightly on the lips and withdrawing to the bathroom. You sunk down on the bed, unsure of what might happen next. Your ears were still ringing from the high, and your body felt like a heavy weight drawing you further into the mattress. You heard the soft click as Javier shut off the lights and crawled into bed with you tentatively.

“Puedo quedarme un poco mas?” he paused, his body hovering above yours.

You bit your lower lip in the dark, pondering the uncharted territory. No one ever asked to stay. Should you charge for that? Your thoughts were becoming more muddled and your eyelids heavier still, as you wordlessly tucked your body into the crook of his side, huffing a small sigh of defeat. No more thinking. Just sleeping. Javi wrapped his arms around you, breathing deeply at the crown of your forehead. 

“Smell good” he mumbled into your hair, as you started to drift into darkened oblivion. He was rocking you ever so slightly, and you didn’t have the energy to make any arguments whatsoever. You hadn’t felt this content in a very long time.

Swallowing dryly, your eyes blinked into the sunlight, hearing the motorcycles putter to life in the streets, and the vendors selling Cafe Caribe for the morning commuters. You sat up abruptly, reaching sideways to feel the cool sheets under your fingertips, noticing the hundred dollar bill grinning at you from the bed side table. Next to it, you saw the small cardboard cup, steaming with the chocolate aroma of your morning cafecito, note scribbled hastily across it…

“Thanks for the f@ck, hermosa. See you next week”. The small heart drawn in the corner winked at you as you smiled to yourself.

You loved your job.

*thanks @samspenandsword for the dividers!

Through the Valley

Thank you to @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book! Pedge and I have been in mourning, and trying to avoid Joel Miller at all costs. Imagine my suprise when I discovered this image felt pretty Joel-coded. I paired it with the lyrics as sung by Ashley Johnson...

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death And I fear no evil because I'm blind to it all And my mind and my gun they comfort me Because I know I'll kill my enemies when they come Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell on this earth forevermore Said, I walk beside the still waters and they restore my soul But I can't walk on the path of the right because I'm wrong Well, I came upon a man at the top of a hill Called himself the savior of the human race Said he come to save the world from destruction and pain But I said, "How can you save the world from itself?" 'Cause I walk through the valley of the shadow of death And I fear no evil because I'm blind Oh, and I walk beside the still waters and they restore my soul But I know when I die my soul is damned

*never damned to me honey

@littlemisspascal 

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@joelmillerisapunk @jennaispunk @sheepdogchick3 @marcus-is-my-muse @guiltyasdave 

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@harriedandharassed @brittmb115 @confusedpuffin @yorksgirl @quicax3

@shaunasflannel @shinyanchorobject

Hey beauties, you are officially invited to "Pedro's Holiday Feast" for the month of November! Every Sunday we will sit down for a family dinner, enjoying the cornucopia. Things to be grateful for--

First Family Dinner

Second Family Dinner

Final Family Dinner

Thanksgiving Day Reveal!: Pike's Place; Love Actually

*thanks @bernardsbendystraws for the cool dividers!

Moody Lucien

Alright, we don't know much about "The Uninvited" but I'm excited to stream it come November. And I KNOW y'all have seen that kissy kissy footage, thank you very much. Thanksgiving can't cum soon enough...

My Darling Muse (iii),

Dieter is in LOVE. He's just not sure if he's met them yet. But in the interim, he's keeping a journal to house all of his inspiration, poetry and recipes, before they fly out of his head. And once he meets the ONE...or ONES...this is going to be his gift to you. Along with those sexy time IOU's he's always handing out...

Triggers: it's Dieter bub so this series will DEFINITELY include profanity, drugs, blood, alcohol, sex, smut and any meanderings D wants...He's endlessly inspired by art, poetry, songs, sex and YOU!

Series Masterlist

Rothko's "Red On Maroon", thanks @thecutestgrotto for dividers!

My Darling Muse,

I am a gaping wound, Aligned with your iron fluidity Throbbing with the passion of blood Warming at your scalding touch Like lava, I flow unbidden, a verse of self unhindered and free Pulsing, ebbing, molten and boiling Pistoning forward in poisonous acid, I am the red monster Alight with desire, wings unfurled in splendor and terror I survey all and know little, a word unspoken A thought unuttered, a feeling unrequited, A husk of a shell unravelled, like trinkets in a wind chime My words bounce on a red dawn A red tide that bears stealthy fruition A soundless crimson wave of meaning, Into your chasm I plummet, into the red void I sojourn Feathered wings in pained approach Molt and melt like Icarus, I am the red death I am the maroon birth, I am love alight And rage unaltered (scribbled in margins: Was Rothko bi? Is blood a good paint substitute? What's it like to date a vampire? Can I list myself as a Google location? Online anger management...with goats.)

Hey folks! This is J, Dieter's PA. I'm not sure if he even knows who I am, but I also run his TikTok page so he can "commune with the proletariat". His fellow actor and good buddy Pedro Pascal recently recommended "Autobiography of Red" by Anne Carlson. And Dieter has similarly been obsessed with John Logan's production of "Red"....No Dieter, I won't mention you thought it was originally a musical about menstruation...