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spine-buster · 3 years

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 29

A/N: There’s somewhat of a double update this week 🙊You’ll understand why at the end of the chapter 🙊

May 26th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was frantic.

The NHL had announced their Return to Play plan. Toronto was the chosen hub city for the eastern conference, naturally. They were Toronto. She’d be back at work.

None of that mattered.

William was back in Toronto.

But he was in quarantine. The government had instituted the policy and he was going to stick to it, obviously. And so was she, especially since he traveled from Florida, even though it was going to be hard. It meant that he was in Toronto, and Aberdeen knew he was in Toronto, but she was unable to see him. They’d have to communicate the same way as they did when he was in Tampa Bay, still, even though he was only a ten-minute walk away from her.

It killed her. It hurt worse than when he was in Tampa.

“The plan is already set,” he explained to her on the phone. “After the fourteen days I get to go back onto the ice. I think a few of the guys who stayed in Toronto will be there too. No more than five, though.”

“Yeah. Those are the rules.”

“Will you be there with Brendan?”

Aberdeen hadn’t even thought about it. She and Brendan had obviously kept in touch throughout quarantine, but he hadn’t mentioned needing her at Scotiabank Arena should any of the guys go in for a skate. “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted. “I’d have to ask.”

“Please ask,” he said quickly, causing Aberdeen to laugh. “If you’re there that day, when I’m back on the ice, I…Aberdeen, please just ask.”

“I will.”

***

May 29th, 2020

“Do you need me in that day, by the way?” Aberdeen asked Brendan on the phone, super-casually but also super-connivingly near the end of their call.

“Which day?”

“Any of the days, really,” she said, trying to sound even more casual than before. They’d gone through all the players, their whereabouts, and all the dates they would be available to go skate at the arena. “The seventh, the ninth – any of them.”

“Well…it’ll be nice to see your smiling face,” he said, and she knew by his tone he was looking down at his calendar. “How about you come in on just one of the days. You choose which one.”

“I’ll come on the ninth, the Tuesday,” she chose quickly. “Sunday is a day of worship, Brendan. You should know better.”

Brendan laughed on the other end. “It’ll be good to see you again, Aberdeen. Bring some of that humour with you. We’re gonna need it.”

***

June 3rd, 2020

“Six more days, minskatt.”

“Not that we’re counting.”

“When I get my hands on you…”

“Not if I get my hands on you first.”

***

June 7th, 2020

“Forty-eight hours.”

“It’s been sixty-one days, you know.”

“Sixty-one days?! Fuuuuuuck, Aberdeen.”

“You haven’t been buried in my pussy for sixty-one days, Willy.”

“Aberdeen—”

“My pussy’s so wet for you Willy.”

“You’ve gotta stop teasing me.”

***

June 9th, 2020

“A blazer, Aberdeen?” Brendan asked as he watched her walk into the office, a giddy smile on his face – not that anyone saw. Everyone was wearing a mask, and he was no exception. He wore a Leafs branded one, naturally. He had a bunch to give to Aberdeen, too – one for every day of the week. She walked into the office wearing a plain black mask. Typical of her.

“I needed to feel professional,” she said. “I’ve been in my condo in sweaters and tights for three months. Give me this moment.”

“Fine. Have it,” he smiled. “Set your stuff down and come with me. We’re going down to the ice.”

Aberdeen felt shivers running up and down her spine, and it wasn’t because of the ice. They made their way down to the locker room first, actually, where they saw Kyle on the way. She and him caught up quickly, with her asking about Leo and with Kyle asking about her writing. But then, like pure magic, and completely unannounced, there he was, in his hockey pants and socks. She swore her heart stopped beating. Sixty-one days.

William stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He was wearing a mask, so she could only see his eyes. “Aberdeen,” he said, nodding at her. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said. “Long time no see. How was Tampa?” she asked.

Only she could see the indignant look he was giving her with his eyes. It was a look he only saved for her when she was being ridiculous – in any way she could be ridiculous – so Brendan and Kyle were none the wiser, though she was sure if they really looked, they’d probably see it too. “It was good. Nice spending time with the siblings, you know. Were you okay here?”

She nodded. “Yeah, everything was fine on my end. Just stayed holed up in the condo, really. Kasha was working a lot from home so it was mostly just me writing and keeping quiet so she could still earn a living.”

“Well that’s good that she didn’t get laid off or anything,” he commented. “And your family? They’re okay?”

“They’re fine. Siena’s back at my parents’ place and finished off the school year. Camden is too, though school in general is a bit of a shit show right now.”

“Is that Aberdeen?!” a voice suddenly called out from inside the locker room. Before their dumb conversation could continue with Brendan and Kyle watching, she saw a maskless Zach Hyman in his full gear barreling towards her. “Aberdeen!” he extended his arms for a hug.

“No no no!” Kyle and Brendan screamed at the same time, putting their arms up like a forcefield around Aberdeen. “No hugging! Social distancing!”

Zach’s brows were furrowed before he finally remembered, rolling his eyes at himself. “Sorry. I’m so dumb. I completely forgot. I’m just excited to see you!”

“Me too, Zach,” she smiled, wishing he could see it. She hoped he at least saw her eyes crinkle from it. “It’s nice to be back, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” he said. She didn’t even have to see his face to see he was smiling from ear to ear. He lived for hockey. “You coming out onto the ice with us?”

“If I’m allowed,” Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders, looking to Brendan and Kyle who were nodding their heads. “Might sit on the bench and pretend I’m Sheldon for a bit.”

***

did u tell kasha ur working late?

Yup

come over right when brendan lets u leave i can’t wait anymore

me neither

i got a boner just seeing u today in your work clothes

LOL WILL

minskatt im 100% serious this isnt funny

I’m actually dying Willy Thank god you were wearing your hockey pants We’ve waited over six weeks, you can’t wait longer?

NO I CAN’T MINSKATT

***

There were butterflies in Aberdeen’s stomach as she made her way into William’s condo building, into the elevator, and through the hallways. Still in her work clothes, she knocked frantically on his front door.

She didn’t have to wait long.

She didn’t even get the third knock in before he swung the door open, obviously waiting for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in. She dropped her bag as he pulled her into him and immediately planted his lips on hers aggressively. Hands and lips and tongues happened all at once, and they were everywhere, and when the front door shut behind them William pushed Aberdeen up against it, lifting her up in his arms with her wrapping her legs around him. Aberdeen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began running her fingers through his hair. It had gotten so long. So long. She’d seen the progression of the length on their FaceTime calls, but it was different seeing it in person. Sixty-one days. Sixty-one days since she’d seen him and she barely took in the sight of him when he opened the door.

“God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled quickly as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck.

“Let me see you,” she mumbled, stopping her hands from running through his hair to place them on either side of his face. She pulled his face away from her neck so she could look at him, really look at him. His eyes were as blue as ever, glossed over with love and lust and everything in between. His hair was as blonde as ever, long and luscious and every girl’s dream, really. A light stubble covered his face, and the stupidest mustache sat atop his lip, but because he was William, she couldn’t say a bad thing about it. It looked ridiculous, but she loved everything about it. His lips were pink and puffy and wet as she ran her thumb across them ever so gently. He was here. He was actually here. “Hi,” she said softly, their chests still heaving from the hot and heavy start.

“Hi minskatt,” he whispered back equally as softly, pursing his lips slightly as if to kiss her thumb.

“You’re here,” she smiled. “You’re finally here.”

“I never want to spend that much time apart again,” he said. “I can’t stand being away from you.”

“Me neither.”

“It was torture,” he continued. “All I thought about was you. How much I love you. How much I wanted to hold you in my arms like I’m doing now.”

Aberdeen smiled again, biting down on her bottom lip slightly. “Show me,” she said. “Show me how much you love me.”

He planted his lips on hers again, just as frantic and fiercely as the last time, continuing where he left off. Aberdeen began shimmying out of her blazer, letting it fall to the floor as he adjusted her in his arms and carried her through the apartment, setting her down finally on his couch. Hovering over her now, with her legs still wrapped around him, Aberdeen tugged at his hoodie. “Take this off,” she mumbled, pulling it over his shoulders and throwing it behind them.

Reluctantly, William’s lips left Aberdeen’s as he pulled back and started unzipping her pants. “Willy,” her chest heaved up and down. He was working quickly. He ignored his name as he pulled her pants off. When they were off, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them off too. “Willy—”

William was a man possessed. There was nothing Aberdeen could say – instead, she watched as he gave her one final look with his blue eyes before he dove into her pussy. She bucked her hips almost automatically but William brought his arm up to hold her down. “Ooooooh fuck, Willy,” she sighed out.

“I missed this,” he mumbled, humming against her lips as he lapped and sucked, making her squirm underneath his arm. “You taste so good for me.”

“I missed this too. I missed your mouth on my pussy,” she strained to get out, trying to savour the feeling as much as possible since she hadn’t felt it in sixty-one days. When he looked up at her from in between her legs, she smiled. “You look so good between my thighs, baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair and gripping it slightly.

He hummed again, sending shivers down her spine. “When you touched yourself was it like this?” he asked.

“No,” she responded automatically, because nothing was the same as having William’s lips and tongued glued to her pussy. “Nothing is as good as this, Willy. Nothing.”

“Can I put my fingers in your pussy?”

She nodded furiously. “Please Willy.”

He pushed two fingers in slowly as he sucked on her clit, making her squirm even more so than before. “Oooooh, Willy,” she moaned. He curled his fingers inside of her like he always did and she gasped. “Willy—Willy—”

“Feel good?”

“Feels fucking amazing,” she said. “Willy, I—I—”

“What do you want, Aberdeen?”

“I want to suck your cock, Willy,” she admitted. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

He chuckled, and she could feel it, and his eyes narrowed as he could practically feel the shivers run through her body. “Not yet. Not until you come on my face.”

Aberdeen gulped. “But Willy—”

“No. Not until you come on my face, baby.”

“Willyyyy—” she begged, until she felt his fingers curl inside of her again. “Oh fuck, Willy, fuck – please,” she huffed.

“Let me taste you, Aberdeen. I need to taste you.”

As he continued his lapping, Aberdeen moaned and cried out at every opportunity, and when she began tugging on his hair and pulling his face even further against her wet pussy, he knew she was close. With a few more curls of his fingers and sucking on her clit, she cried out his name over and over again as she became a screaming, writhing mess on his couch. He lapped up every single last drop of her as he watched her chest heave up and down from the pleasure, from the pleasure he caused. When he was finally finished, placing butterfly kisses against her pussy and thighs, he made his way back up and gave her a hot, slobbered kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she loved it, but what she wanted more was to taste him. So when his lips left hers, she made sure to look him in the eye. “Sit,” she said, putting her hands on his chest.

“Minskatt—” he said, placing a hand on hers.

“Sit,” she ordered more sternly, pushing him back so he’d listen to her command. He sat on the couch with his legs spread apart and watched as she climbed on top of him but made her way between his legs. She took off her top, leaving her just in her lace bra that she wore especially for him. Her hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants and she pulled them down, along with his boxers, as eagerly as ever. When his cock bounced up, already hard, she smiled up at him. “Mmmmm,” she hummed, running her fingernails up and down his thick thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about your cock in my mouth, Willy.”

“I’ve been dreaming abo—oh fuuuuuck,” he groaned as Aberdeen wasted no time in licking the underside of his cock from the base to the tip before covering the tip with her lips. “Aberdeen—”

William couldn’t finish his sentence – or thought, really – because Aberdeen took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around expertly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The amount of times he thought about this very thing while in Tampa…and now it was happening. He shuddered thinking about it, feeling it happening right now. “Your mouth feels incredible on my cock,” he managed to get out, looking down at her with hooded eyes.

“Pull my hair, Willy,” she said quickly, putting a quick kiss on the tip of his cock.

It was his turn to gulp. He ran his fingers through her hair – the hair he loved so much – and tugged on it slightly, pushing her back down onto his cock. She moaned in response. “That okay?”

She nodded even though his cock was halfway down her throat. She looked up at him again once she came back up – once he allowed her to. “Harder, Willy. It’s okay. I want your cock down my throat.”

“Ab—”

“It’s okay, Willy,” she dug her nails into his thighs. “I want it.”

A deep growl rose in his chest as he tugged on her hair again, pushing her mouth down his cock slowly. As he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, his pupils dilated. When she looked up at him with her beady eyes, he almost lost it. She began bobbing her head up and down his cock with his direction, the tugging of her hair and the slight force he was using making her wet all over again. Much like William, Aberdeen derived pleasure from knowing she was giving William that same pleasure, so seeing his chest heave, seeing him lean his head back in pleasure – it was all she wanted, everything she dreamed of for the past sixty-one days away from him.

“D’you want to come down my throat?” she asked, his cock slick and wet from her spit.

“No,” he said sternly. “Get…get up here.”

“Willy—”

He tugged her by the arm, bringing her back up so he could kiss her and pick her back up again as they made their way to his bedroom. He plopped her down to the bed, opening his bedside table drawer to get a condom. She stole it from him, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it on herself before laying back down on the bed, unclasping her bra herself and throwing it across the room.

William bent down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking gently as he grabbed at her hands. He raised them above her head, holding them both there with only one of his own. He saw her smile. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his own grin showing how he felt about it.

She nodded her head. “I want your cock so bad Willy. “Give me your cock. I need your cock.”

He slipped into her easily, quickly, her wet pussy still slick with her juices. They both moaned in pleasure, and once he was fully in her, they both took a moment to savour the feeling of being together again – physically, mentally, emotionally, everything – and looked each other in the eye. “God you feel so good,” he whispered, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, her voice breathless, the feeling of him filling her up almost too much to bear after not having experienced it for so long. “I love you so much, Willy.”

“I promise you,” he said. “I promise you I’ll never leave you for that long again. We’ll never be separated like that.”

She nodded her head. She understood. “I never want to be. I always want to be with you, Willy. Wherever you are, I’ll be.”

He began moving in and out of her, slowly, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible. But eventually, when Aberdeen began rolling her hips along with his movements, even though her arms and hands were still pinned above her head, he couldn’t control himself, moving quicker and crashing harder against her body. He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the moans escaping them freely and loudly.

At some point, William forgot about holding her arms above her head. At some point, they escaped free, and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and scratched them down his back. At some point, after hearing her moans and cries and screams of his name for what felt like hours, he lost himself, and he lost control, and she lost herself, and she lost control, and they came together, bodies close, arms around each other, his head buried in the crook of her neck, hearts beating together.

***

“Did you mean what you said?” William asked as they lay in bed together, still recovering. He knew there was going to be a round two. And a round three. And however many more they saw fit until they were satisfied, although deep down he knew neither of them would ever be satisfied. But before all that, he needed to clear something up. He needed to hear it from her. “Wherever you are, I’ll be?”

Aberdeen looked over at him. She knew what he was asking, because he was in hockey. He could be shipped off somewhere tomorrow. He could be shipped off in the off-season. As she learned in May, and saw for herself, virtually half the fanbase wanted him gone (the dumb fanbase at least, she thought). But much like when he asked her if she would really come to Sweden with him, she knew there was a deeper meaning to this. There always was with William with questions like this; he was still learning to talk to her – to express his feelings like he promised he would after that game against Carolina. “Are you listening?” she asked, what they would always ask each other when they were about to say something important.

“Yes, minskatt.”

She looked him in the eye and nodded her head. “Of course I did.”

He tried not to show it, but he took a sharp intake of breath. She could see his Adam’s apple bob. She knew he was trying not to get emotional. But when he moved to kiss her, she could feel a tear.

***

June 13th, 2020

“I saw on the news that William is back!” Camden exclaimed into the phone. Aberdeen had to go so far as to jerk the phone away from her ear. From the other side of the couch, William giggled silently. “Did you get to see him, Aberdeen?!”

“I did,” she laughed. “He says hello.”

“Did he have a good time in Tampa?”

“I think so. I mean he was with his siblings,” Aberdeen laughed. “Aren’t you happy with me and Siena are home?”

“Sometimes.”

She snorted. “Anyways, have you finished the last of your work for school?” she asked. “Siena told me you forgot about a math assignment.”

“Oh my God, I forget about one assignment and I never hear the end of it!” he complained. William threw his head back in silent laughter. “You guys never let me hear the end of it!”

“But it’s math, Camden! Math is your favourite subject!”

“Don’t you guys remember I’m working at like, two grades above my level in math anyway?” he reminded her. “I’m already, like, gifted in math. You weren’t gifted.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Is Auston back yet?” he asked.

“I don’t know buddy. He’s still in Arizona. But I assume he’ll be coming back soon. I’m sure there’s ice rinks there he’s practicing on.”

“Is he staying safe?”

“I’m sure he is Camden. I’m sure he is.”

***

June 19th, 2020

@simmonssteve: POSTMEDIA EXCLUSIVE: Auston Matthews has tested positive for COVID-19. My breaking story: torontosun.com

***

Aberdeen thought she’d seen Brendan Shanahan angry on her interview day when he was demanding to his former personal assistant that the article written about his daughter be pulled from the Toronto Sun. She thought she saw Brendan Shanahan at his angriest when she entered his house while he was having a fight with his daughter and the subsequent day when he sent her on a wild goose chase throughout the city to find Niklas Lidstrom’s Swedish jersey.

Those were a walk in the park compared to how she saw him now, dealing with the leaked information that Auston tested positive for COVID-19.

She was sure he was ready to burn down his office, the floor, the entire building, the entire Scotiabank Arena. She knew he wanted to revoke the media access and credentials of the reporter, Steve Simmons, because he had so many strikes against him over the years (Aberdeen would have to research this when she got home), but that he would look like a vindictive and spiteful president if he did so. She knew he had been on the phone with Auston and his agent and his parents and Kyle and Brad and just about everyone else important within the organization to deal with it.

And all she was doing was sitting in a chair in his office with a mask on.

She felt her phone buzz in her hand, and when she looked at the screen she saw “Head Empty” on the screen followed by a message.

hows it going over there?

She took a quick look at Brendan and he was still barking into a phone. She unlocked her screen and began to type.

It’s a shit show. Have you heard from Auston?

yea mild symptoms but hes angry doesnt know how it leaked

Who could it have been?

no clue, honestly not like any of us would say something

“Aberdeen, Kyle is coming in,” Brendan said quickly. His voice was stern but softer than how he was speaking to whoever was on the phone. He had his hand over the receiver. “Can you go get us some coffee, please.”

She nodded and got up, making her way out of his office and to the Starbucks where she always went to get their regular orders. As she took the staircase down to the main floor, her phone began to ring loudly, echoing in the empty space. She stopped and looked down at her phone. Auston Matthews.

“Hello?” she asked, truly confused as to why he would be calling her.

“Hey,” he said casually. “How are you?”

“I’m…fine,” she replied, still confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Depends,” he said. “Can you be honest with me?”

She stiffened slightly. “I’m always honest with you.”

“I know. But can you be honest with me right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

He paused. “Do you know who leaked it?”

She closed her eyes. She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in. “No, I don’t. But trust me when I say we’re doing everything to find out. Kyle’s heading over right now and I can only imagine what he and Brendan are going to do to…I don’t know, mitigate this disaster.”

She could hear him sigh on the other end. “I hope whoever it was gets fired, honest to God.”

“I hope so too. Pretty sure Brendan wants to get Steve Simmons fired, too, for what it’s worth,” she said. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before her mouth began speaking quicker than her brain told her not to say anything. “You don’t think it was me, do you?”

“No, not at all,” he said. “We all trust you with anything and everything. We know if something ever got out, it would never be you.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, genuinely curious. It was a feat in and of itself to have the utmost trust of absolutely everybody in the locker room.

“Because we know and understand that we all have our secrets, Aberdeen.”

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rant-2-me · 3 years

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My mental state has just worsened over the days, though I'm not sure why, and I just feel so unmotivated and lacking any energy to practice any self care other than napping, and also feel anxious because I'm not studying enough.. feel like I'm just 1/4th assing my responsibilities.. And when someone asks me how I'm doing, sometimes I blurt out that I'm not fine, and the guilt I feel afterwards for making them worry, so I find myself withdrawing from initiating conversation with them, even though I really want to, and this makes them worry about me more.. I just don't know anything anymore, everything feels too much, yet I can't rant in a clear conscience without feeling guilty for bothering them, and thinking how I don't deserve to complain because they have had so much worse (yes I know pain is relative, but I feel so horrible, like a whiny child, who doesn't know how to be content with her blessings)......

Sorry I know it's a lot.. feel free to delete it if it's triggering or making you uncomfortable in any way... I just needed to get it out..

My lovely nonnie, im so, so glad you sent this ask. and got it all out of your system. yeah this sounds cheesy but like ive been there, with not knowing how to reach out—im proud you had the courage to send this ask. girlboss vibes.

also this ask took a while to answer and im so so sorry about that, but I didnt want to do anything less than the best for you, so let's just jump right in <[:)

Lacking motivation, god I've been there, but doing self care is super super important so here is a how-to, hon.

How to do selfcare when you’re not motivated to:

1. Be a little “gross.”

Gross is in quotes because it’s so subjective, but you undoubtedly have a few behaviors you consider kind of gross regardless. Now’s the time to do them without judgment. For me, that’s meant showering less, eating weird food combos (sometimes in bed), and letting my brows and mustache grow magnificently unruly. For you, it could mean doing something you normally judge yourself for or cutting back on activities you only do for the benefit of others. Now is not the time to allow “socially acceptable” behaviors to rule you.

2. Eat whatever the hell you want.

This should be a rule always, but I’m not going to pretend there aren’t societal, social, and personal pressures that go into why we eat what we eat. Try to shut down the voice that judges or polices what you’re eating right now. We’re in the middle of a goddamn pandemic. If dinner has to be some slices of cheese and deli meat eaten in front of the open fridge, so be it. If you have a lot of cravings and are snacking more than you normally would, cool. If pre-pandemic you decided you were going to stick to a certain meal plan and it’s just not happening anymore? Don’t beat yourself up.

Yes, what we eat is connected to our mental health, and I don’t want to discount that—but if the stress of eating healthfully is making you feel like crap anyway, whether that’s because you can’t fathom cooking or don’t have the means to shop for certain foods during isolation, just eat the sleeve of Oreos and try again another day. It’s okay.

3. And wear whatever you want.

Or, more realistically, wear whatever you can. Even if it means wearing the same ratty sweatpants for a whole week. Or month. Maybe you started all this out aspiring to get dressed every day to work from home productively, or maybe you have a whole collection of comfortable loungewear you feel guilty for not utilizing. Whatever arbitrary rules and expectations you’ve set for yourself, you can throw them out.

On the other hand, maybe you need to quiet the voice that tells you there’s no point in getting dressed or feeling presentable. If it helps, by all means, play with your look, wear awesome or weird outfits, do your hair and makeup or whatever activity might feel a little silly given your current reality. In the middle of a pandemic, nothing is a waste of time if it makes you feel good.

4. Use shortcuts to avoid creating chores.

In my first week or so of working entirely from home, I was baffled by just how messy my apartment got. How on earth were so many messes piling up when I wasn’t even doing anything but working, sleeping, and eating? I hadn’t realized it, but a lot of my small tidying routines had become casualties to the pandemic. And, it turns out, slacking on the little ways I pick up after myself every day (such as doing the dishes right after I use them) added up quickly.

Instead of forcing myself to stick to the same levels of tidiness that I used to maintain, I’ve found shortcuts. For example, I use paper plates and plastic cutlery when I feel too fatigued to wash dishes so they don’t sit in the sink for days on end. Or I stick to the same two “outfits” to avoid clothes piling up when I’m too depressed to put them away every day. If you can find a small way to go easy on yourself, even if it feels a little wasteful or indulgent or gross, it’s okay to tap into those shortcuts right now.

5. Be kind to yourself if your place is messy or dirty.

I won’t lie: I’m someone whose space impacts my mental health a lot. Typically, keeping my apartment clean helps keep my mental health in check and letting my apartment get gross makes me feel worse. That’s still true in a lot of ways, but to adapt I’ve been trying to be mindful and accepting of where I’m at. And it’s…helped?

It turns out that taking the pressure off does a lot to mitigate the guilt and some of the other negative mental health effects I usually experience. In practice, it involves a lot of talking to myself. Instead of seeing my apartment turning into a depression cave and immediately thinking, “Oh, God, I need to clean up, this is so disgusting, I’m a monster for living like this, of course I feel depressed,” I go for kindness. I think (or even say out loud because, well, desperate times), “Of course my apartment is a mess right now. I’ll get to it when I get to it. I can handle the mess for now.”

6. Accept your new sleep schedule.

idk anyone whose sleep hasn’t been screwed in some way by all of this. Anxiety, depression, fatigue, pent-up energy from sheltering in place, tech use, new work responsibilities, screwy schedules…pretty much every aspect of our new reality can impact our sleep. Some people are sleeping a lot more, some are sleeping a lot less, and some are cycling through both extremes. Oh, and the temptation of naps! It’s all there.

Trying to maintain a healthy sleep schedule during all of this is a worthy endeavor—and more power to you if you’ve figured out how—but there’s a good chance that it feels impossible.

By “accepting” your new sleep schedule, I don’t mean pretending it doesn’t suck; I mean doing what you can to be gentle on yourself about it. For me, acceptance has looked like watching some comfort tv and reading my favourite books at 2 a.m. instead of staying in bed and anxiety-spiraling about how I can’t sleep. Is it ideal? No way. But I’m not going to waste energy stressing about something I currently can’t control.

7. Give yourself plenty of room to do absolutely nothing.

I’ve given myself permission to do a whole lot of nothing. That includes getting rid of the pressure to be productive and practice self-care, yes, but in a broader sense, it also means not forcing myself to actively “adjust” every day.

Some days, I just need to do nothing but feel my feelings. Or avoid feeling my feelings. Or stare at the ceiling. Give yourself space to do (or not do) whatever you need to.

also, nonnie? my love?

Never feel guilty about telling someone who cares about you when you don’t feel okay.

People who genuinely care about you—and I’m sure they are many—will care if you aren’t feeling good, there are always going to be people who care about you, who want you to be okay, that’s why they ask, why people make rant, why “how are you?” is such a common question.

But if you do need to talk, but you feel like you’ll “burden” people who you do talk to, here’s a guide to ranting.

Guide to ranting:

1. Pick the right person. Someone who’s in the right headspace to listen to you, you could also pick someone who cares about you—if you’re anxiety tells you nobody cares about you, pick someone who “should” care about you in your relationship, e.g: a friend you’ve had for a long time, a friend who’s told a few of their problems, or friend you might not feel close with, but seems very kindhearted and a good listener.

2. Pick the right time to talk to them, so you can have their undivided attention. If they are busy—as most people will be with something—they’ll have a hard time giving you good advice and listening to you. Ask them when they are free, and then ask them:

3. “hey, can we talk? I’m not mad or you or anything, it’s just that I have been not feeling great, and I just want to rant to someone about it.” and “No pressure to say yes, you might have your own stuff to do deal with.” to make sure they are the right person to talk to.

4. It’s ok to test the waters. Start slowly, you don’t have to share everything at once if you don’t want to.

5. You never know how your friend will react to what you say.While you can’t know how they’ll react, just remember that sometimes people’s initial reactions may come from a place of shock, surprise or not knowing what to say. Their initial reaction isn’t always their longerterm reaction, it may just take them a little time to process.

6. Look for ways to take action. Don’t get me wrong, ranting can be amazing for you, but on its own may not solve your problem.

But maybe venting to people isn’t for you. No matter! There are other ways to get out emotions:

Ways to rant without talking to anyone

1. Cry it out— simple and rewarding. When the baggage is just too heavy to carry cry it out. It can help you ease the pressure and ease your mind to think straight after days of holding that frustration in.

2. Work out — easy and fun. tire yourself out and release all the frustration in working out! This is going to be so satisfying for you as you try and punch, kick, balance, lift, and breathe those frustrations away.

3. Clean & rearrange — practical and can be fun. we get frustrated by so many things and one thing that can truly help clear our minds is to have a clean place where we can stay and live for the moment to breathe. Clean your room, rearrange your things and you’ll be surprised by the satisfaction this brings — a signal of a new beginning.

4. Scribble — simple and fun. Make scribbles, doodles, drawings, take a pen or a pencil, and let go. It does not have to be “good” art or professional at all. Just draw whatever comes to heart, sunflowers or clouds or rainbows—anything.

5. Write it down — fun and simple. Let those words out of your head and just live in the moment.

How to fight the lack of motivation.

1. Don't fight the lack of motivation.

If you feel down or unable to muster tons of energy, let it be ok. Be easy on yourself and acknowledge that it's ok to have a dip, especially at this time of the year.

2. Once you have accepted your slump, get to the bottom of it.

Ask yourself, "What is the root cause of this sluggish feeling?" Go deeper than the obvious reasons. Is it related to work? Your personal life? Relationships? It might also just be the weather. Get clear on what areas of your life you're feeling the most resistance.

3. Dig into that area. What is not ideal about this aspect of your life? What would make it better?

Make a list of how you'd like your current situation to improve--and be specific. If you truly can't find a reason to be less than enthusiastic, then accept your feelings and let them pass with time.

4. Take your list of what is missing and go through it.

What is holding you back from being able to create the things that are missing in your life?

5. Get support for creating the life you want.

Do some research and find an expert to help you. Even though they love you, friends and family aren't objective enough, and they tend to give advice that is a reflection of their own life and insecurities.

6. Think of current habits that are contributing to a less-than-ideal life.

Maybe it's fear, laziness, or not having enough confidence. Pick one to focus on.

7. Address this habit over the next 2 months.

They say it takes 28 days to create a new habit, but this varies from person to person. If you focus on it for two months, you are sure to build the neural pathways needed to call it a new way of being.

8. Buy a book, read articles or do some research on this particular behavior or feeling.

Read about the common causes of this habit as well as the proven ways to bust through and work around it.

9. Create a plan around shifting your current habit.

Make sure that changing this habit ultimately helps you move forward in the area of your life that is not ideal. The energy from clarity, awareness and then action will immediately get you feeling more motivated, no matter what.

10. When all else fails: make a list of activities that excite you, and do one of them right now.

Talk to a fun friend, dance around at home, workout, watch a funny YouTube video, tackle something on your to-do list. Accomplishing something will give you a hit of dopamine in your brain. If you're too overwhelmed by your day, sit for five minutes and meditate. Put on some soothing music and breathe.

okay, that's all nonnie, I hope you feel the lust for life in your lungs, please have all my love, i hope this helped, this ask took a while, but it was worth if it helps

and if you need to dont worry to send another ask, if you like spam the inbox!! queen!!!

take care, much love my sweet honey, bye <3

—*putting daisies in your hair as they leave* mod peppermint <[:)

#mod peppermint #ask #anon #rant

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the-yancied-piper · 4 years

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twig.

Summary: Eric never seemed okay after his father visited. He also never wanted to talk about it. Yancy decides to find out why.

Notes: AU in which Eric Derekson is at Happy Trails, probably due to some terrible shit his dad had him framed him for (*coughs* basically my brain needed an excuse to put Yancy and Eric in the same setting so they can be SIBLINGS and also SOFT)

Words: 2,267

Pairings: none, but Yancy has unofficially adopted Eric

Warnings: verbal abuse; implied abuse (including Yancy); yelling; cursing; mentions of death

Tag list: @dorks-in-fiction @thunderstruck-owl-gal @ambigiousgelpens @beth-bunkus @a-tempest-in-a-teapot @thegirlwhoescapedgallifrey19

AO3 link: Read it here!

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Third Sunday. Visitation Day. Most of the inmates had somebody to see. Some of them didn’t.

Technically, Yancy didn’t need to be at a booth. He knew nobody was coming for him. And Gerald, the notoriously sympathetic prison guard, knew that technically the inmates weren’t allowed at a booth unless somebody was already there to talk to them. But Yancy had insisted that he thought someone might come today, I haven’t seen my aunt in ages, and youse can never be too sure, and Gerald knew in his heart that Yancy’s aunt wouldn’t come, and that just crushed his little heart even more. How could he say no?

So Yancy sat in his booth, staring at the glass pane in front of him. The phone to his right hung on the wall, untouched. Gerald was too easy to exploit. He didn’t even have an aunt.

Ignoring the odd feeling in his chest at the collective hum of his friends laughing into their phones, flirting with their partners, and the occasional “I love you too”s, Yancy sat and tried to listen to the conversation happening five feet to his left.

“—didn’t mean it, I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really—please—please let me talk. I—“

Eric’s thin voice quavered through the air, sounding as if it couldn’t quite get enough buoyancy to carry itself all the way to Yancy’s ears. He furrowed his brow.

Eric had only had a visitor twice since he’d arrived, but both those times, Yancy recalled, he’d gotten oddly quiet. After his first visit, he hadn’t wanted to look anyone in the eye. The second time, Yancy had casually asked who was visiting him and the kid nearly jumped out of his skin. He’d stammered out something about how happy he was to see his dad and gave a halting laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. Then he didn’t talk for three days. Yancy had filed that away in the ever-growing list of Things He Weren’t Too Sure He Liked About the Old Man. Now, he took note of the anxious voice in the adjacent booth.

“I know, dad. I know. Please— I know it was my f—” Eric kept halting, interrupted frequently by a crackly burst of static that rose and fell in pitch like a jagged line. His dad was yelling something, but Yancy couldn’t tell what. Furtively glancing around to make sure no eyes were on him, he carefully scooted his chair a few inches to the left.

Eric’s sentences were incomplete and nearly incoherent, full of pleas and apologies. He seemed to be growing increasingly more breathless. Yancy could hear the wince in his voice every time that sharp burst came through the phone. He could just barely make out the words “disgrace” and “pathetic”. His fists clenched. He quietly moved another half foot, and the crackle took shape:

“—day goes by where I don’t wonder where the hell I went wrong with you … never did a goddamn useful thing for me or ma … brothers would be ashamed to look at you and your … waste of time and energy, you ungrateful tard, no you let me talk … never listened to me, never could just fucking listen … your own fuckin’ fault you’re here, you piece of—”

Eric’s halted breaths started to sound more like sobs, and Yancy decided he had heard just about enough. He shot up from his chair and started to move toward Eric when Gerald stepped in front of him.

“Hey, where do you think you’re goin’? I don’t mean to be too stern, but visitations are one-on-one, personal business.”

Yancy’s jaw twitched. “Don’tcha hear what’s happenin’? Look at Twig. Look at ‘im! He’s shakin’ like a… twig!” He pointed at Eric, whose reedy body was quaking with either fear or repressed sobs. It was hard to tell, but it didn’t matter. Yancy could see the man on the other side now, his face red and his mustached lip curled into a snarl.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t just interrupt people’s precious time with their loved ones,” Gerald protested, putting an arm out. “That’s just not in our rules and it’s very rude, besides.”

“Listen to what’s happenin’! Does he look like he’s enjoyin’ his ‘precious time’ with that asshole? Huh!?”

“It’s not anybody’s business what people talk about in their private conversations—“

“It’s my business, and that bastard ain’t makin’ nothing private. Twig. Twig! Four-Eyes!” Yancy shouted, trying to get Eric’s attention. The teen seemed paralyzed, transfixed on his dad’s furious face, his lips quivering but releasing no sound.

“Hey now, keep your voice—hey—”

“Eric!”

Eric flinched and his head snapped to Yancy. “I—I, um,” he began to stammer, his eyes flitting back and forth between his tattooed friend and his father.

“Yancy, you need to step back now,” Gerald said, getting visibly frustrated.

“Eric, hang up that phone,” said Yancy. “Hang up.”

“B-but, I—we’re—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Yancy, step back.”

“What’s he gonna do ta you? He can’t do nothin’. You hang up that phone.”

“I…”

“Yancy.”

Mr. Derekson pounded his side of the glass with his fist and Eric jumped and whimpered. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you, you little…”

Yancy felt a hand applying force to his chest and he slapped it away, marching forward. He snatched the phone from Eric’s white-knuckled grip and pressed it to his mouth, locking eyes with that bastard. “I’m the warden,” he growled through gritted teeth. “And your time is up.”

“Wh— you can’t do that, I’m talking to my son—”

Yancy slammed the phone into the receiver, still staring Eric’s father dead in the eye. His arm had protectively wrapped around Eric’s shoulder, and he gently squeezed it. “C’mon, Twig. C’mon.”

Derek Derekson’s mouth worked uselessly for a few moments, and his tomato face turned even redder. Suddenly he began shouting expletives so loud, Yancy could hear him through the glass and he was certain the rest of the prisoners could too. He felt Eric trembling under his hand. “Hey. Let’s go. I know you got workin’ legs. Let’s go.”

Eric tried to breathe, and got out of his chair. The two of them made to leave when they were halted by a distinctly not-Gerald prison guard with a stern expression.

“You, sir, have violated Happy Trails’ visitation policy,” she said, pointing a finger in Yancy’s face, “and you hurt Gerald’s feelings. You are receiving an official reprimand—”

“Hey, hey!” Yancy got in the guard’s face and pointed right back at her. “I violated nothin’, and youse ain’t givin’ me no reprimands, y’hear?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Yancy yelled. “The only one violatin’ anything here is that fuckface violatin’ Twig’s sanity, and if any of youse had half a brain, that bastard would be in here and my lil’ bro would be out in the world livin’ a normal and happy life! You hear me? Fuck your reprimands. Let’s go, Twig.” He shouldered roughly past the guards, Eric in tow, ignoring the startled and curious heads that had turned in their direction.

No words were exchanged on their way to the exercise yard. Yancy only heard Eric’s laboured breathing and thought of every way he could string Derek up from the rafters of a twenty-story apartment.

The yard was mostly empty, save for two men speaking in hushed tones off to the side, and a few security guards dotting the perimeter. Many of the inmates were still having their visits, and those who weren’t opted to sleep in their cells. Yancy found a bench and sat Eric down. He saw tear tracks on the kid’s face and thought of Jimmy punching Derek through a brick wall. He kept his arm around his shoulder.

They sat for an unspecified time while Eric breathed, and breathed. Yancy knew better than to keep track, or to try to force him to talk before he was ready.

Sobs turned to gasps, and gasps to pants. Eventually, Eric let out a long, slow exhale. A deep breath, and another. He still trembled slightly, like a blade of grass just brushed by a breeze.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Eric said finally. “Sorry I didn’t hang up.”

“Youse got nothin’ to be sorry about.” Yancy kept his voice soft. “I got a bit riled up in there, but it wasn’t ‘cause o’ you.” He turned to look at Eric’s face. “How you doin’?”

Eric was silent for a few beats, his eyes fixed on nothing in the distance. “I don’t know.”

“Hey. I told you I wouldn’t let nobody hurt you as long as you’re here. Remember that?”

A few more beats. “Yeah.”

“That includes your asshole dad. He don’t have to be in here to hurt you, and I don’t have to be out there to stop him from hurtin’ you. And… you don’t have to be out there either.”

“H-huh?”

“To stop him, I mean. You can hang up.”

Eric opened his mouth to protest and Yancy squeezed his shoulder.

“Yes, you can. That ain’t against no rules. You can always hang up. An’ if you can’t, just gimme a shout. I’ll hang up for you.”

Eric took another deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Don’ mention it.”

They sat in silence. Yancy removed his arm and clasped his hands in front of him, absentmindedly tracing his tattoos and staring at the fence on the far end of the yard. He tried and failed not to think of what he’d heard Derek say, and the desperate way Eric fumbled to find words in the face of his rage. Pathetic. Waste of time and energy. Your own fuckin’ fault. Where had he heard those words before? he thought bitterly. He knew that rage. He knew that fear. He knew the way those words wormed their way into the deepest, most animal parts of the brain and coiled tightly around the ribs, the way they could poison a person from the inside out. He swallowed and calmed himself by thinking of Derek getting run over by a Jeep, repeatedly. The Jeep, in his mind’s eye, just happened to be situated around himself.

“Hey, uh…” Yancy ventured after a few moments. “Your dad. He always talk to you like that?”

Eric stared at his own hands. “Not—not all the time, but. Sometimes. A lot. Yeah.”

Yancy nodded and ran a tongue along his teeth.

“B-but,” Eric scrambled, “he’s not—we’re both.” A breath. “He lost everything too. Not just me. And I’m—I’m—he’s not in jail. I’m here. And he’s not. And everything’s really, really hard. B-because of me.”

“Hey, now. Hey.” Yancy didn’t think anything was Eric’s fault for a damn second, and he blinked and saw his hands around that fat, veiny neck, squeezing—he blinked again, forcing himself to speak through the ringing in his ears. “You know what I think about all that.”

He didn’t, actually. Yancy had puzzled some pieces together and figured the kid’s narcissistic dad was to blame for most of what had happened to his family, but he’d refrained from shoving Eric into that reality. The first step was just trying to get him to see that he wasn’t as terrible and worthless as his dad had convinced him he was. He knew it would take more than his own opinion to change his mind, but hell. He had to do something.

Eric cleared his throat. “Hey, um… when… you were yelling at security,” he ventured. “Did—I thought—it sounded like you said… brother...” He faltered.

Fuck. Yancy felt himself tense. He had said that, hadn’t he?

“L-little brother,” Eric supplied.

“You, ah… you misheard.”

“Oh.”

Fuck. He scrambled to correct himself. “It was lil bro, if we’re gettin’ technical.” He turned to look at Eric, thin as a reed—twig. His Twig, who was currently blinking back tears. Yancy felt his brain fumble. He was supposed to make him feel at home, like family, and he was screwing it up. Your fault. Pathetic.

“I miss my brothers so much,” Eric whispered, and Yancy’s brain shut up for a moment. Eric removed his glasses and pressed his fingers into his eyes. “I’ve never missed anyone so badly in my life.”

Yancy swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat without permission. He watched Eric run a hand down his face and put his glasses back on.

“But—Merrick was the nicest,” he continued. “I remember once… Sterick and Therick had put firecrackers in a dead mouse and set it off just to scare me. I got yelled at for it, cause they—they ran off, and there were bloodstains on my clean overalls, and… Merrick helped me clean up the mess. He never blamed me for anything, or blew up any rodents. He just helped me clean up. He washed my clothes for me. He swept up the barn. He did things like that a… a lot.”

Eric looked at Yancy for the first time since they’d come outside. “You—you’re a lot like Merrick. I think you’d like him lots.”

Yancy rubbed his neck and looked away, choosing to stare intently at a blade of grass. “Ah, I don’t… I don’t think I can match up to any o’ your brothers. Well. Some of ‘em, maybe. But,” he chuckled, “I’m just a regular scumbag lookin’ out for a lil’ twig who’d snap in two if someone weren’t watchin’ him.”

A silence.

Then a soft, “Thank you, Yance.”

“Anytime, Twig.”

And he meant it.

#summary: my brain thought 'yancy and eric found family au' and went hog wild #yancy #eric derekson #ahwm #my writing #11 07 2019 #prison brothers au

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Promissum

A/N: I started this awhile back and decided to finish it now, its bad and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea why I wrote it but uhh here and im so so sorry

summary: Roman looks for Patton on a quiet evening, a delighted smell guides his journey

pairings: Royality

warnings: none except some light angst

“Logan have you seen Patton?” Roman inquires peeking into the logicals sides study. He looks up from his book thinking if only for a moment, a sinking feeling as he shakes his head. “Rats!” Roman snaps his fingers. “Thanks anyway” He closes the door carefully, minimizing the creaking it causes.

“Hey Ro, whatcha doing?” Virgil asks from behind scaring the prince. Roman turns, glaring slightly at Virgil. “Sorry, what's got you so jumpy?”

“Im looking for Patton, have you seen him?” Roman tries his luck, if anyone knew where he was Virgil was his best bet.

“Mmm, he just checked in with everyone before bed...I think Remus was the last to see him” Virgil shrugs, cocking his head towards Romans lesser half. “Why? Whats up?” Roman sighs, fiddling with his sash, Virgil inches closer examining him. “Rooooooman” He stretches, prying his way through the defenses.

“I just need to talk to him ok?” Roman blurts, Virgil snickers patting him on the back as he walks away, presumably towards his room. “Ok, Remus...remus” Roman mumbles, hesitantly strolling down the hall towards his brothers room. Feeling less than confident he knock, the door swinging open a moment later.

“Haven't seen him, Dee might know” Remus yawns, Roman sighs, not an uncommon occurrence. When they try, they can keep their thoughts separate, when they don't care it melds into one. “Night” He shuts the door promptly, giving Roman no other option. Luckily, the mysterious side emerges from his room, giving Roman the perfect opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the moral side.

“Good evening Roman” Deceit greets, Roman smiles with his teeth, Deceit groans. “What do you need?” He offers

“Would you happen to know where Patton is?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. Deceit nods, and finally Romans quest leads to something.

“He checked in on everyone, and when I asked him where he was going he told me-” Deceit coughs “I'm going to be in the imagination for a little bit if you need me” Deceit mimics in perfect tune, had Romans eyes been closed he would've thought it was Patton.

“Aha! Finally! Thank you! You are officially my favorite!” Roman exclaims, rushing a smushed kiss on Deceits cheek, striding away without a second thought. Deceit rolls his eyes, using his glove to wipe away the remains.

“And suddenly, I miss being hated” Deceit states, obviously joking but maybe not.

Roman reaches the end of the hall, standing triumphantly in front of the entrance to what they label the ‘Imagination’. Roman has to wonder what Patton is doing. He looks to his left, a star studded door with his own name plastered across. The sides had agreed to put the twins next to the land of wonderment, seeing as they would use it the most. Patton and Virgil were next and then Logan and Deceit, who doesn't seem to need it as much.

Opening the door could be easy or very hard, depending on whos on the other side and what they were doing. For example, when Roman and Remus use the space for training or storytelling they tend to keep it shut to protect the others from danger. Surprisingly, Roman found it quite easy to pry open. Thankfully, ruling out any danger the moral side might be experiencing. However, that thought left his mind quickly as something else wafted through.

A heavily intoxicating smell, dripping with ambrosial sweetness, blessed Romans nostrils. You know those cartoons where the character will smell something and float to it, absolutely head over heels for the source? That's how Roman felt and he isn't even past the door. Taking another step he notices how different it looked, instead of a vast field of trees and mysterious towers, it was enclosed. A cozy atmosphere, warmth and comfort engulfing Roman as he walked further into the room. The wooden floors, padded with hazel walls, lined with shelves on shelves of candy.

“Hello?” Roman calls out, grasping to whatever realism he had left. The candies were labeled, each container filled perfectly to the top. Some knocking and tripping around turned Romans attention. “Patton?” He hopes. After a moment, the moral side appears, his goofy trademarked smile plastered on his face. Roman first notices the container he holds in his hand, then slowly everything else. The apron full of stains and marks clearly sprouting from his candy fun, his hair is practically three different colors, and his glasses aren't even covering his eyes.

“Ro!” He identifies, readjusting a container before making his way to Roman. “What's up buttercup?” He asks, Roman fixes his crooked glasses. “Thanks” He grins.

“What is all of this?” Roman marvels, his eyes landing on a container labeled caramel.

“Candy!” Patton states quite obviously, Roman turns to him raising an eyebrow. “You knew that...got it” He claps his hands together, flour (Presumably, could be a plethora of candy making ingredients) puffs into the air. “Would you like a tour?” He offers, his sweet smile.

“Oh one hundred percent!” Roman agrees, Patton squeals taking the creative’s side hand, the chalky warmth grounding Roman. They begin walking around, starting at the front, Patton leads him through the kitchen. Multiple stations are set up, representing all the different kinds of sweet treats. Before they continue, Roman tugs slightly at Patton stopping in his tracks. “But...why? Pat...what is all this for?” He questions, hoping he doesn't sound negative.

“It's fun! And not to toot my horn, but I’m good at it!” Patton compliments, rare for the moral side. Roman looks at what used to be a battlefield of adventure “Oh! I promise Ill clean up, I know you and Remus have a fun adventure tomorrow. Logan wants to browse the library soon, and Virgil wants to try his hand at a haunted house and Dee-” Roman, struggling to keep up, stops him.

“Pat, take a breather” Roman suggests, Patton smiles apologetically. “Do you have all of our schedules memorized?” Roman checks, Patton nods quickly. The sweet smell, turning grim as it hits Roman. “And you take care of the mind palace, and our rooms, and the food and oh my god…” He trails off, growing increasingly guilty. Patton frowns, following Romans own sad expression. “You don't have time during the day, so you do it at night...when do you sleep?” Roman waits, fearing the answer.

“No no! Don't worry, I only do this every once and awhile” Patton assures, he snaps, the scene shifts. Roman and Patton sit across from one another, the space is more open but Roman can see the factory and storage in the back. “Would you like to try some candy?” Roman nods unsure, the room is bustling but there's no one there. It's just the two of them. “I added some soft noise in the back so it would feel a little less...creepy” He admits “Alone, in a factory, at night-

“Horror movie recipe” They recite in unison, laughing it off after. Patton smiles, inducing more to appear. A cart with multiple plates all labeled with candy atop appear, candles and three different beverages take their place on the table.

“Bon appetit!” Patton places two plates in front of them, Roman practically bouncing out of his chair takes a bite, slowly the evening continues until the pair find themselves huddled around the fire, blankets and fresh hot cocoa.

“This was...really nice” Roman compliments, licking the marshmallow mustache away. “You're a pretty good chef Pat” Patton looks away, hoping the amber sparks from the fire cover his ever growing blush.

“I like to bake when Im sad” Patton admits, stirring away the adorable cat mallow he created.

“But you're always baking” Roman notes, a solemn look as he watches the reflection of fire ablaze in Patton's glasses.

“I just like to bake, not just when I'm sad...I promise!” Patton assures, Roman nods a soft sigh. He moves himself closer, connecting their blankets. “Ro?”

“Do something for me?” Roman hopes, Patton hums sweetly. “Come to me? Instead of disappearing, come find me ok?” Patton yawns allowing Roman to meet his hand. “Promise? We can bake together” Roman jokes, a proposition Pattons not opposed to. “Everything's better with a partner”

“A partner…” Patton marvels, he leans his head on Romans shoulder nodding as his eyes blink their way into the dark. “I promise” He finalizes, Roman smirks relieved, cuddling closer to the moral side. His arm wraps around Patton, a soft kiss on his forehead. “I...promise” As Roman fiddles with Patton's careful fingers in his own he thinks to himself, a satisfactory ending to the perfect night.

#ITS SO BAD LMAO #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #writing #romance #my writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fluff #cute #youtube

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godrics · 4 years

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NCT DREAM BEYOND LIVE CONCERT!RORY

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NCT DREAM BEYOND LIVE CONCERT!RORY

UNDER READ MORE (bc it’s actually really long now that im on tumblr)

okay so the concert started with the vcr/video from the dream show ..

rory's little scene was her as a teacher !!! so cute

OOH and then the transition into her into her teacher clothes into a suit .. thats my girl

her hair is still like this. much more vibrant than it was because she redyed it oops

first song was GO!! change ur ways

she was wearing this [ black cargo pants, a black crop top, belt, along with chains lmao idk how to describe. oh and black boots ] for go, drippin', we go up, and stronger performances!

it was kind of awkward at first but then she saw nctzens' faces so she was happy

"to the world, this is the nct! we are nct dream”

she clapped excitedly, jumping up and down

"beyond the dream show~"

when haechan asked the time where the fans were, she read the comments, squinting funnily at the screen before gasping

"one of the czennies said it was 3am!"

the other boys gasped in shock before clapping slightly

"thank you for watching us even though it's 3am!" rory said to the fans. "but go to bed as soon as this is over~ or whenever you're feeling tired, that's okay too!"

"for our global fans, we prepared something special, right?" haechan said and rory nodded, smiling

"so we prepared our greeting in various languages"

rory's greeting was in french! fans went crazy bc she sounded SO good and her pronounciation was good too

after that she says, "renjun took english from me" in english and playfully glared at the older boy who laughed.

she turned to the fans and said, "but um, wendy-unnie taught me that so .. if it sounds bad it's all her fault." she claps as the other boys laugh

when they were talking about how they felt, rory said "i watched superm and wayv's concerts so i was excited because i knew we'd hear from the fans just like they were here with us in person. they were really loud, too" and laughs

when renjun told them to scream, she hit him lightly and said "yah, don't you remember what i just said? some fans it's 3am there!"

"oh dont scream then," renjun laughed, making her laugh before she went back to waving at the fans as they waved their lightsticks

when the fans appeared behind them, her eyes widened and she immediately ran to the screen, waving in all directions

she noticed when she got close to a fan's screen, they'd start waving their hand/lighstick even harder and it made her laugh

"rory, come back!" jaemin laughed, tugging her with him back to where the other 5 were

"wow, pretty grass" rory mocked mark as she stared at the lightsticks where the audience were supposed to be and on the screens

haechan had to hide a laugh

then there was we go up performance

woo fun

then stronger! she loves that song is2g

okay for the next vcr

she was in a school uniform standing in between jeno and jaemin

"you guys suck," rory laughed, watching the boys try to succeed

when renjun comes over and succeeds in under one minute and one hand, she gasped in shock lightly before watching him walk away coolly and put his head back down on the desk

jaemin nudged her as she laughed, "you guys are just losers!"

and then it ends on her walking over to renjun and bending down to face him and tapping him on the shoulder

he jumps from how close she is and she laughs, grinning at him, "that was cool" before going back over to the boys and he watches her

next video of the vcr oo

she gets hit in the head by the basketball(she's after chenle) and luckily saves it before it falls to the ground and throws it towards the basket, renjun jumping up to hit it in

why is she always getting hit in the head rip rory's head

next performance is dunk shot!!!

she hated the outfits tho jfc

she was wearing white loose shorts that ended midthigh and a pink button up over a white t-shirt

yeah super plain im so sorry rory that the stylists did you dirty like that

(to be fair the boys looked bad too like what was that matching .. there was NONE)

NEXT IS CHEWING GUM!!

AND THERE WERE HOVERBOARDS

SHE MISSED THE HOVERBOARDS SO MUCH

she hyped up jisung so loud during his solo dance

and had a huge ass smile on her face during it

she was in the middle of renjun and chenle at the bottom

AND THEY LEFT A SPACE FOR MARK IN BETWEEN JAEMIN AND JISUNG SHE ALMOST CRIED

"i think chenle changed the most" rory laughed, talking about the difference from now and almost four years ago when they debuted

"you changed a lot, too" chenle poked her and she huffed out a laugh, choosing not to respond to him and shook her head

when it was time for the interactions, she had to hide her wince because since she watched wayv and superm's, she was worried about how it would go because some fans' wifi connections were bad(so were sm's but anyways--)

oh luckily the first fan spoke korean !!

"hi!" she waved excitedly at the fan

when the fan said her name, she quietly repeated it to herself but it was still heard from the mic

"there's a song called 7 days in your album. what do you guys mean to each other?"

rory's mouth went dry at that question as she rubbed her hands together, looking at the boys silently as they ahhed and oohed

she smiled slightly as she saw how big their smiles got at the question

chenle said that the members were his family. they're literally siblings

she laughed at that

hyuck said that the members were apart of himself and that he grew up with all of them

jisung said bc they're older than him, they're like his younger siblings

rory had to look away in order to not laugh at his answer LMFAO

she couldnt contain how big her smile got when jaemin said that he couldn't live without them

she literally almost cried from tears of laughter from jeno's answer "onion"

renjun said that the members are youth to him

and him bringing up the stupid bottle to his face . i s2g she quickly yanked that from him so quick while laughing

and then finally it was her turn

"um, thank you for the question, siyoung!" she clapped slightly before continuing. "to me, the members are .. my childhood" she nodded slightly as she spoke. "we all grew up together so each of them have a piece of my childhood that i dont want to leave"

renjun pulls her into a side hug as jeno says "cute~"

wolfies(rory's stans) cried

when the fan said she'd stick with nct dream seven days a week, she laughed from the sudden overwhelming feeling at her words and bowed towards the fan, keeping her eyes to the ground so the camera wouldn't catch her teary eyes

too bad the camera did once she looked back up

"nct dream have 8 members--" when haechan said that, rory smiled big and nodded her head

"infinity" rory cheered, the members following behind

the next caller was up!

"ooh, poland" rory smiled

the fans question was "what are your biggest dreams" which she translated for them

rory's answer was "i have no doubt that nct dream will stay together forever so ... i my biggest dream is nctzens staying with us forever. even when we all grow up and have our own lives, i hope nctzens will some day think of nct dream and smile"

jaemin literally walked over and pinched her cheek, cooing at how cute she was

rory rolled her eyes playfully but let him

ah yes to this day he's still the only one she'll allow to give her skinship in public

rip other boys

she felt so sad when the third caller's connection was bad

"ah ... difficult technicalities"

she put a thumbs down

anyways next was don't need your love!!!

she LOVES this song so much guys its unreal

her place at the start is right in between renjun and jisung again lmao

shes leaning against chenle and jaemin

she loves hearing the boys' english btw

also in this version she has more lines but im not gonna tell which ones that's too much work

and next is we young!!

watching the part when they take a pic .. made me cry so it made rory very nostalgic

rory's wearing a professional suit but like . with a skirt i forgot what its called rip

she's standing in between hyuck and jeno

when jaemin laughs she laughs

she has that pic in her phone case btw

along with an ot8 pic

when they're talking abt the 50 years later OO im gonna . cry again

"so we can see how we change"

"um, we're gonna look older" rory laughed

btw grandma rory literally still looks good as hell sorry i dont make the rules

rory: "chenle would look like steve jobs but like .. chinese"

chenle was so offended bye

rory: "jisung if you grow a mustache i will never forgive you"

"wHY DOES IT MATTER?????"

"bc you'd look stupid i cant be seen with someone looking stupid"

the other pic where renjun jumps .. her face is literally so genuinely shocked in that pic LMAO she didnt expect that

NEXT IS BEST FRIENDS OH MY GODD I LOVED IT SO DID SHE

SHE JUST WISHED MARK WAS THERE .. AND HE KINDA WAS

btw she was wearing a black blazer but it was shorter .. and another black skirt with a white crop top underneath rip

OKAY HYERI MADE NCTZENS CRY SO HARD

so theyre uneven rn right?

so instead of her being a third wheel(not really)

when it's her part, she's backstage and as she's doing her part, she reached into an open closet and .. pulls out a cutout board of mark :((

yeah she cried too when she thought of it and luckily sm let her!!

at the end of her part towards the end of the song, she smiles and says, "right, mark-oppa?" and forms half a heart up to the camera

(taeyong later sends her a video of mark reacting to her parts and when she does the heart he puts half a heart up next to hers <3)

next is candle light! they dont really have a choreo to this one either

anyway candle light wouldnt have been her first choice bc she'd prefer to perform dear dream .. BUT ANYWAY

next is PUZZLE PIECE and 7 DAYS!!

the camera catches her and jisung doing their little handshake . so cute

she then hugs chenle so he wouldnt feel left out

end posing of puzzle piece, she's in between chenle and jisung AGAIN SLDJDJL

they form a heart with her doing the bottom and chenle and jisung doing the top/sides

when they read the comments after performing jeno reads one that says "rory is so talented, her vocals are so good"

and then hyuck read "rory's parts in best friends was so cute"

she blushes so cute

when they talk abt the album

rory says in english, "thank you for supporting us and we hope you guys enjoyed listening to the album as much as we enjoyed making it .. think of it as our gift to you for always loving us!!" cute baby. and then gives a little finger heart

special guest is mark, jungwoo, and doyoung!!

she expected mark but was surprised about jungwoo and doyoung

she couldnt stop smiling the whole time because literally all she had to do was see 127 and smile immediately like they dont even got to do anything

the technical difficulties .. rory said in english again "i think you need to get your wifi checked, mark"

"no mark-oppa?" he teased and she laughed

when they were complimenting them, jungwoo said that mark really enjoyed rory's parts in best friends and she full out giggled from nervousness, blushing from embarrassment

doyoung complimented her vocals and rap and shes never been so proud of herself

compliments from 127? her greatest achievement

jungwoo then said she was so cute wow more blushing

she found the challenge boring and wouldve preferred if 127 picked the damn challenge themselves bc then it wouldve been funnier and more fun but alas .. sm >:(

she picked puzzle piece tho

THE FUCKING NEXT VCR .. so emotional when she watched over it

she literally just watched her and her friends grow up in literal seconds

there's a clip of her from chewing gum on mark's back while he's riding the hoverboard

.. also somehow they got a clip of her hugging jaemin when he came back sigh

emotional manipulation!! she was kinda pissed that was in there bc it was supposed to be private but what can she do .. it's sm

there's a video of her chasing jeno during we young era while on the mv set

and another one of renjun literally dragging her on the ground because she wouldnt let go of his legs in mfal era

in mfal era she's seen running over chenle when he's out of their little cars

its funny he almost fell if jeno didnt catch him LMAO

but its ok dont fret he was in the grass

mfal era where hyuck tries to make a basket but fails and she steals the ball from him and makes it in .. he pouted FOREVER after that

the video of them in chewing gum era and then goes to ridin' era ..

her clip is her smiling shyly at the camera WITH HER CUTE PIGTAILS OH MYGODDD SO SOFT SO BABY

and then it goes to her in ridin' era with her leaning against the car and a lollipop in her mouth, staring dead straight at the camera somehow intimidatingly

n then ofc the music changes and the videos go more recent

theres clips of her behind the scenes in we young, go, dnyl, and boom

also some of her at that dream show concert

the ridin' stage was prerecorded but anyway she's wearing the same outfit she does in the mv

she saw a clip of the car cg and she yelled at the members jokingly saying it almost ran her over

wearing same outfit for quiet down which was live

they had one more song after :( she was really sad and she made sure nctzens knew that

"i wish we could perform more songs for you guys but .. only one more :(" and then sighed really loudly

"i wish you guys were here in person as well but your health is way more important and until then .. well, hopefully we can see each other again in the future! i miss seeing all your pretty faces" she then pouted as the other members oohed loudly and she laughed

after the other members continue she then reminds them all to "wash their hands and wear their masks over their noses if they have to go out"

when renjun says bonjour her eyes widen and she says "wow, so you stole my english and now my french?" she jokingly raises her hand to hit him but all he does is laughs and grabs her hand to 'stop her'

last is boom!

they shouldve performed dear dream or mfal but i guess booms good too not like they havent had to hear that song for 9 months

anyways

at the end she sneakily gives the camera a finger heart

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fishmech · 4 years

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selections of text from april 2004, within the surviving log i have from a webcomic irc channel

i’ve managed to keep this around since 2004... but the file itself definitely has a lot of missing days that im pretty sure i was in chat, and then there’s other part where there was blatantly a corrupt sector or something on the (various) hard drives it got stored on in the ensuing 16 years..

anyway this is by no means a representative sampling or anything, i’ve just been skimming in and out of the whole file - but as passages struck me i copied them into this post. frankly this is the most ive read out of this file since the chats were actually live!! and it’s deeply weird to delve this far back into my own words let alone a lot of people i vaguely still recognize - and others who i dont remember anything about that username at all.

and some of this stuff is just records of netsplits happening or remnants of some of the weird mIRC scripts I used to run for various reasons, and those are fascinating as an example of how this whole method of chatting like physically functioned.

[00:31:01] <Shiny> Sorcs suck. :/

[00:39:23] <Shiny|AdvanceWars2> o.o

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[07:35:35] <JediDrunkenLlama> I hate my subconscious :) [07:36:07] <JediDrunkenLlama> <JDL_Underbrain> Hmmm...he's perusing that Electronic Gaming Monthly. I bet he wants to be JUST LIKE Seanbaby! Let's make that dream of his come true! [07:39:40] <JediDrunkenLlama> HOLY FUCK! Little Gamers did an actual INTELLIGENT (or not, depending on your definition of smarts) bashing of RIAA? [07:40:14] * Crash ([email protected]) has joined #Bobandgeorge [07:40:14] 01*02*12* [01#bobandgeorge] Clones: 2 from Crash (Sting) CtrlF1 whois; ShiftF8 ping [07:40:15] * Rena[Sleep] ([email protected]) Quit (Connection reset by peer) [07:40:34] <Crash> And there I am, still. [07:40:41] <Crash> I arrived before I left, once more. [07:40:42] * Geemer ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * Sting ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * Kol{Sleeping} ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * Forai ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * Urebaaknit ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * Lex24 ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:43] * @ChanServ ([email protected]) Quit (immortal.se.eu.darkmyst.org anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org) [07:40:54] <Crash> mIRC is the only place where I can time travel, and not unravel the universe. [07:41:56] <JediDrunkenLlama> that's something that Einstein didn't take into any of his mystical magic equations [07:42:19] <Crash> Indeed, the senile old coot. [07:44:27] * ChanServ ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:27] * Lex24 ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:27] * Urebaaknit ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:27] * Forai ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:27] * Kol{Sleeping} ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:28] * Geemer ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [07:44:28] * anlx.uk.eu.darkmyst.org sets mode: +o ChanServ [07:44:39] [WebServ VERSION] [07:44:39] 01*02*12* › Reply of 01VERSION : 01I am using CelAMP SongDisplay By Cel. sent to 01WebServ [07:44:39] 01*02*12* › Reply of 01VERSION : 01I'm not currently listening to anything, so nothing to show you. sent to 01WebServ [07:44:39] 01*02*12* › Reply of 01VERSION : 01Omai wa sono uchi, sakana to ishoo ni onemu suru koto ni naru, zo! sent to 01WebServ [07:44:39] 01*02*12* › Reply of 01VERSION : 01:Kvblndfnogjnetyht8yjhijhyei;rjiyioeojghrheowghwehgiodhsiodugildjnioptijblktjrtkkfgjfklsdfjhrdlrtjdfofjnmgklbikrmnubkfio;mjtmiodtjbnortjktogjtkhnrginbnbrtilnhbiotnmbhnoniortbnibidbnmtibilermibkilrthmrlghhrdfutgjgfjjitjlelkingtnuingheronuouireuh8trjirjirrtjkrtjht sent to 01WebServ [07:44:40] 01*02*12* › CTCP 01VERSION from 01WebServ Replied 12'[07:50] * dnai has joined #cyberchat12'

14:28:13] * Elegy ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [14:28:14] 01*02*12* [01#bobandgeorge] Clones: 2 from Elegy (Concerto) CtrlF1 whois; ShiftF8 ping [14:28:18] <Key> Concerto [14:28:22] * Elegy ([email protected]) has left #bobandgeorge [14:28:25] <DarkPredator> Not changing the story... compleatling the story. [14:28:29] <Key> Stop having your sex bot coming in and out. [14:28:31] <Concerto> My soundcard keeps dying. [14:28:41] <Concerto> So I have to log out to get it working again. [14:28:43] <Desert_Wolf> :/ [14:28:52] <DarkPredator> ... sounds like fun... [14:29:10] <Key> Sucks for you. [14:29:13] <Concerto> IT'S NOT FUN! IT'S ANNOYING! [14:29:18] <Key> I suggest getting a new better one. [14:29:30] <Concerto> I shouldn't have to! This computer is brand-new! [14:29:31] <10FishMech98SE> I've got a spare soundcard [14:29:42] <Entrail> The hell is this!? [14:29:48] * Eiko is listening to 12894. The Song of MF - I Like To Move It (1:35) [14:29:49] * Entrail CRACKS Eiko [14:29:52] * Eiko enjoys it [14:29:56] <Entrail> VIOLATED [14:30:00] <Zenith-Studying> YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO ENJOY IT! [14:30:14] <DarkPredator> Concerto... What kind of sound card is it exactly? [14:30:29] <Concerto> Um, I haven't cracked the box open to look. [14:30:31] * Desert_Wolf goes back to abducting DarkPredator [14:30:47] * Randomius_Pryme steals Desert Wolf. [14:30:54] <10FishMech98SE> Heck, i have 3 spare soundcards, 2 spare Ethernat cards, 1 spare video card, and 2 spare 56k modems [14:31:02] * Desert_Wolf is stolen after he abducts DarkPredator [14:31:09] <Concerto> It's the generic kind that Gateway buys for their computers [14:31:27] * Zipp[AFK] is now known as Zippr [14:31:39] <DarkPredator> ... Gateway Sound cards are shit [14:31:45] <Randomius_Pryme> FishMech: HARDWARE FUSION!!! [14:31:49] <DarkPredator> Get something else and shove in it if possible [14:31:52] <Eiko> Random quote: <Karnak> Cathy: AACK! I'm too fat for this bathing suit! Where the hell is my nose? [14:31:53] <Concerto> The other one works fine...on the other machine... [14:31:57] <10FishMech98SE> Now if i didn't need postage to give people my spare computer stuff... [14:31:59] <Eiko> One of the 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the US Army: An order to 'Make my Boots black and shiny' does not involve electrical tape. [14:32:09] <DarkPredator> I had a Gateway laptop and the sound card keep dying on me... so I had to buy a dell @.o... and got rid of the gateway... [14:32:30] <DarkPredator> Also the gateway desktop in the other room has Soundcard issues... that cause it to have to be shut down.

[14:54:12] <Randomius_Pryme> Where's Urch? [14:54:22] <Lex24> ASG [14:54:23] <Urebaaknit> Esengard? [14:54:24] <Lex24> A [14:54:25] <Milly> Urch goes to hollywood. [14:54:25] <Lex24> ON [14:54:28] <Lex24> FRENCH [14:54:29] <Lex24> PAPER [14:54:30] <MidwinterIspriting> www.angelfire.com/comics/midwinter/fx.PNG <<< new work [14:54:33] <Milly> TINK! [14:54:35] <a_subtle_gesture> YES, lex! [14:54:37] * Milly tackleglomps. [14:54:38] <Lex24> =D [14:54:42] <Urebaaknit> You finally worked it out :D [14:54:50] <Lex24> I owe you big time ASG [14:54:50] <a_subtle_gesture> was my help handy? [14:54:53] <Urch> I'm not here. [14:54:56] <Lex24> Yup =D [14:54:57] <Randomius_Pryme> I vote that we put France in upper orbit... [14:54:58] <a_subtle_gesture> you're welcome [14:55:02] <Milly> I already worked it out, hon. You didn't respond. ^_^ [14:55:10] <Randomius_Pryme> And Belgium. [14:55:16] <Lex24> I got a B overall which wasn't bad since I did the foundation level on all my exam papers [14:55:17] <Sting> Are there boobs on that sprite? [14:55:26] <Lex24> Maximum on foundation papers is a C [14:55:37] <Lex24> I got high marks in most of those [14:55:49] <StormyD> Yes, Sting. How observant of you. [14:55:57] <MidwinterIspriting> on bottom set yes. The chest plate is pretty tight on FX so thats why it doesnt show [14:56:02] <Lex24> I CAN do French but I have no idea how to write large amounst of it [14:56:06] <Sting> Then they're fascinating sprites. [14:56:08] <Lex24> amounts^ [14:56:15] <Concerto> I vote that we float all of Europe but Germany and Greece. [14:56:17] <MidwinterIspriting> =^_^= [14:56:35] * DarkPredator ([email protected]) Quit (Exit: There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Philosophy.) [14:56:58] <Lex24> Frost, those titties look sharp enough to cut glass [14:57:11] <Randomius_Pryme> COOL! [14:57:13] * Shiori ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge [14:57:14] <Desert_Wolf> O_o [14:57:19] <Lex24> Actually.... sprite that! [14:57:26] <Naota> ... [14:57:33] <StormyD> o.O [14:57:41] <Sting> >XD

14|23:55:56 * Ryx_Euclie ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge 14|23:56:04 * Ryx_Euclie is now known as Dave 14|23:56:11 <Dustin> Orta is a fabulous piece of art with an excellent game thrown in for good measure 14|23:56:22 <Dave> im closing bng 14|23:56:32 <Dogadon> Uh.. whatever.. 14|23:56:36 * Dave ([email protected]) has left #bobandgeorge 14|23:56:37 <Toronto> Faker! 14|23:56:48 <Dogadon> What the hell just happened? 14|23:57:01 * Calantha sets mode: +b *!*@*.dsl.emhril.ameritech.net 14|23:57:09 <Toronto> The REAL Dave would have given a needlessly complicated reason 14|23:57:52 <Surge> ............. 14|23:57:59 <Jissy> ... 14|23:58:02 <Surge> That was utterly friggin stoopid with a capital wtf. 14|23:58:11 <Jissy> Need more Advil... 14|23:58:34 <Charmega> Need...pepto! 14|23:58:38 * Charmega stomach implodes 14|23:58:48 <Surge> Be ironic if the real Dave came in here and said he was going to close Bob and George down. x.X 14|23:58:53 <Surge> That would wig me out. 14|23:59:00 <Ronald_MacK> There is no real Dave. 14|23:59:06 <Ronald_MacK> He's a character. 14|23:59:10 <Ronald_MacK> Liss writes and makes the comics. 14|23:59:38 <Dustin> Yiff yiff. 14|23:59:43 <Toronto> Quote I say! Quote! 14|23:59:44 <@Calantha> (135) - Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. - Walt Whitman 14|23:59:45 <Amdoran> Anyone know of ANY sites that don't penalize for Remote Loading? 14|23:59:45 <Ronald_MacK> ... 14|23:59:53 <Toronto> Geocities.com 14|23:59:58 * Denelian ([email protected]) Quit (Connection reset by peer) Session Time: Thu Apr 15 00:00:00 2004 15|00:00:03 <Ronald_MacK> Photobucket. 15|00:00:31 <Toronto> comcast.net 's home page builder, but you need to have Comcast Internet for it 15|00:01:16 <Skye_Alpha> Mario Sunshine discussion? 15|00:01:17 <Skye_Alpha> o.o 15|00:01:22 <Surge> I THROW BEDLAM. 15|00:01:30 <Toronto> Rampages are fun! 15|00:01:31 * Surge throws....bedlam....whatever it may be 15|00:01:39 * Toronto is now known as FishMEch98SE 15|00:01:42 * FishMEch98SE is now known as FishMech98SE 15|00:01:47 <Surge> JESUS! It's Fishmech. 15|00:01:55 <10FishMech98SE> BOO! 15|00:02:00 <Dustin> FISHMECH! It's Jesus.

17|11:22:33 <KingForte> What IS Pokemon Snap? 17|11:22:49 <Blade_Serpent> An N64 game. 50 bucks. 3 hours to beat. 17|11:22:50 <@Tails_Corra> It was kinda sad though that I beat it on the first run through >_> 17|11:22:53 <Blade_Serpent> >.< 17|11:22:54 * Dogadon ([email protected]) Quit (Exit: Client exiting) 17|11:23:07 <@Tails_Corra> It was an..... original concept, I suppose 17|11:23:11 <10FishMech98SE> Blade: it only costs $15 nowadays 17|11:23:13 <KingForte> Great. 17|11:23:21 <Blade_Serpent> Big surprise. 17|11:23:30 <Blade_Serpent> Hmmm. 17|11:23:36 <Juke> And B&W only costs 10 at Wal-Mart with the expansion. 17|11:23:44 <Blade_Serpent> Anyone on right now that plays Warcraft 3? I seek a combat. 17|11:23:52 <KingForte> Recoloring don't cost money. 17|11:23:58 * KingForte is now known as KingForte|Recoloring 17|11:24:14 <Scout> TFT or RoC? 17|11:24:46 * Geemer is now known as Geemer[GunBound] 17|11:26:17 <10FishMech98SE> Skip growled, only a tentacle covered his mouth halfway through and he had to repeat himself. "They said I was crazy for mixing peanut butter and jelly together, but I wasn't. I was crazy for thinking the resulting combination was lighter than air and filling a blimp with it." 17|11:27:46 <Lucon> XD 17|11:28:12 <Blade_Serpent> FT. 17|11:28:46 <Blade_Serpent> Or RoC, I don't care. 17|11:29:17 * Geemer[GunBound] is now known as Geemer 17|11:29:46 <Blade_Serpent> Ugh. Gunbound. Worms, without the whole fun part. 17|11:29:58 * Skye_Alpha|Away is now known as Skye_Alpha 17|11:30:40 <Gamesicker> you are right<Blade_Serpent> 17|11:31:30 <Skye_Alpha> :O 17|11:31:52 <Lucon> Unh unh unh unh. Where is it? 17|11:32:03 * Geemer is now known as Geemer[GunBound] 17|11:32:22 <Lucon> I think I'll make that my new quit. 17|11:32:28 <KingForte|Recoloring> Geemer likes his GunBound, does he? 17|11:32:44 <Geemer[GunBound]> yesh 17|11:32:44 * TallgeeseVI ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge

25|15:53:37 * Surge catches Chocobos 25|15:53:41 <Vort-chan|Homework> what does spoony mean? 25|15:53:46 <FishMech98SE> Wacky 25|15:53:49 <Surge> Use it in a sentence. 25|15:53:54 <Pichu0102[afk]> You spoony chocobo! 25|15:53:55 <Vort-chan|Homework> Spoony bard 25|15:53:58 <Surge> ... 25|15:53:59 <FishMech98SE> 'You spoony bard!' 25|15:54:03 <Pichu0102[afk]> XD 25|15:54:04 <Surge> ALl your spoony bard are belong to us, right? 25|15:54:16 [Pichu0102[afk] SOUND] 25|15:54:16 <Surge> Now where the hell do I remember that from.... 25|15:54:23 <FishMech98SE> ALL YOUR power converters ARE BELONG TO US 25|15:54:25 <Concerto> Spoony Bard! 25|15:54:40 * Concerto is SINISTAR 25|15:54:42 * FishMech98SE listens to Doug's Garage Band - Bangin' On a Trash Can, which is #459 of 693 25|15:54:54 [Pichu0102[afk] SOUND] 25|15:55:15 <Dastardish-Neko> http://67.18.37.14/82/100/upload/av-1.gif <--- I feel so neko. =^_^= 25|15:55:24 * Lex24 is now known as William_Tell 25|15:55:32 * Pichu0102[afk] SOUND] 25|15:55:35 <Surge> William Tell! 25|15:55:38 <Surge> HOly biscuit. 25|15:55:45 * FishMech98SE is now known as Bob 25|15:55:46 <Pichu0102[afk]> [SOUND] 25|15:55:47 <Pichu0102[afk]> :O 25|15:55:56 * Dastardish-Neko is ready to gaught the arrow. 25|15:55:57 <Pichu0102[afk]> DAT J00 B0B?!?? 25|15:56:06 <Surge> n0p3 25|15:56:07 * Bob growls at Pichu 25|15:56:14 <Dastardish-Neko> No it's not my boob Pichy. 25|15:56:21 <Pichu0102[afk]> ... 25|15:56:23 <Concerto> Oh, I have to give people Pichu.wav ... 25|15:56:25 <Dastardish-Neko> *pichu. 25|15:56:26 <Pichu0102[afk]> o_O 25|15:56:47 <Randomius_Pryme> No. 25|15:56:53 * Cronos is now known as Altor 25|15:56:59 * William_Tell is now known as Lex24|Painting 25|15:57:07 * Bob listens to Tesla - Morse code's history. In morse code., which is #531 of 693 25|15:57:18 <a_subtle_gesture> ..cool. 25|15:57:20 <Surge> pfft 25|15:57:36 * ThndrShk2k ([email protected]) has left #bobandgeorge 25|15:57:42 <Concerto> http://www.geocities.com/hellcat9000/pichu.wav 25|15:58:40 * Randomius_Pryme starts humming the theme for Monty Python's Flying Circus. 25|15:58:47 <Surge> XD I think DF was making a point in his latest comics... 25|15:58:53 <Surge> *is 25|15:59:02 <Surge> Stupid tense. 25|15:59:11 <Pichu0102[afk]> :O 25|15:59:43 * Randomius_Pryme thinks for a moment.

27|16:39:00 *** AmpArga updated succesfully 27|16:39:08 <gornotck> It should have been Hallie_Lowe. 27|16:39:26 <Zenith> Mawwaige! 27|16:39:28 <Velcant> Now there's a line to walk in on. Gorn calling something sweet. 27|16:39:32 <Hallie-JDL> ^^ 27|16:42:09 <Keighan> Er... 27|16:42:47 <Hallie-JDL> Right. 27|16:42:52 <Hallie-JDL> Anyway. 27|16:43:04 * Lex24 ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge 27|16:43:32 <Bob> UOoU§Acÿ? 27|16:43:32 <Bob> U:sšö¬æOOI‘¢?ª= 27|16:43:39 * @iX uses the Trout Buster on Bob! 27|16:43:40 <@Sarah> Stop that 27|16:44:33 * Shiny ([email protected]) has joined #bobandgeorge 27|16:44:40 <Cicero> OMG IZ SHINY :OOOOOOO 27|16:44:52 * @Daisuke ([email protected]) Quit (Connection reset by peer) 27|16:44:55 <Shiny> Cicero lolololomkokilololilol 27|16:45:04 <Cicero> omk? 27|16:45:14 <Deathguise> Anyobody else interested in voice chat, or am I just going to lone in the room? 27|16:45:17 <Shiny> Yes. Own Your...Keys. 27|16:45:36 * Shiny slips into PM land. 27|16:45:55 * Hallie-JDL was already there

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