#happy belated birthday mags :)

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

msmelanielynskey  I will never stop celebrating Poppet’s birthday!! Happy birthday again poppet. What a lovely group, what a fun night ❤️💗❤️

#Maggie Lawson #James Roday Rodriguez #Jimmi Simpson #allison miller #Melanie Lynskey #jason ritter #derek richardson #photo #happy belated birthday mags :)

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: This post belongs to Annabeth Chase

Today, the prophecy comes true. We're celebrating the final episode of Percy Jackson and the Olympians with some exquisite artistic renderings of everyone's favorite kids and their friends (we snuck some Nico di Angelo in there because, happy belated birthday, Nico).

(Proceed with caution! Very mild spoilers ahead!)

@lotusgrowing:

@linarttz:

@siminiecricketart:

@silkinsketch:

@vvtshh:

@cherriielle:

@spookedbees:

@mags-cp:

@timehourart:

@baaozher:

@haruvenart:

@verlierer-is-lost:

@volukyrja:

@lilbelev:

@sabugabr:

#tumblr tuesday #percy jackson and the olympians #artists on tumblr #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #pjo #pjotv #disney+ #rick riordan #long post #pjo spoilers #pjo show #percy jackson spoilers

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

Live Like This

my final piece for @blupjeansweek nevermind how late it is <3

Barry is 18 years old when his mother falls ill. He’s newly 18, at that. Winter’s icy grip has finally loosened from Foster’s Gap, the melted snow making the rivers and creeks in town swell and rush for a few weeks.

His birthday comes and goes without much fanfare which is exactly how he likes it. He does reach a compromise with his mother when she does make him a beautiful lemon cake; she tells him not to worry about how she was able to get all the ingredients. She’s his mother after all, she can still work some birthday magic, she tells him with a laugh.

And it tastes like magic.

It’s much too large for the two of them to eat on their own so the day after his birthday, Barry delivers some slices to the neighbors. He starts with Dr. Highchurch next door. He receives them happily, making some kind of joke about keeping it from his wife.

He pays the Burnsideses a visit next, bringing slices for miss Amada, miss Arabella, and Magnus, their boy. Magnus is the one to answer the door, flinging it open with all the force and excitement his six-year-old self could contain.

“Hi Magnus!” Barry smiles at the boy. He’s rambunctious but overall a good kid. Barry’s babysat him a time or two and really all he did was take him to a clearing near one of the ponds and let Magnus tire himself out.

“Is that cake?” He asks past his missing incisor.

“It is! My mom made it for my birthday and we just can’t eat it all. Brought some for you and your moms. They around?” Barry peers past Magnus politely.

“Ma! Mama!” Magnus calls at the top of his lungs.

“Mags, the house is not that big, baby! You don’t have to shout,” Amada says, Arabella trailing behind her. They both give Barry a big smile.

“Barry! Always so nice to see you. What’s this?” Arabella nods toward the plate in Barry’s hands.

“Mom made some cake and we wanted to share.”

“It was his birthday,” Magnus says matter-of-factly. Amada laughs and picks Magnus up, resting him on her hip.

“Well, happy belated birthday! Thank you for this. Now, remind me, you’re off to school soon, right?” Amada asks as Arabella takes the plate from Barry.

“That’s right! End of the summer and I’m heading down south. I’m really excited. I’m gonna miss Foster’s Gap but I’ll be back as often as I can. I’m just excited to see the world,” Barry smiles wide as he explains his passions. He adores Foster’s Gap but feels a pull to the rest of the world.

“Well, just know everyone back here will be rooting for you, dear,” Arabella says with a warm smile.

And Barry believes that.

Not even a week after this exchange and the Burnsideses are at Barry’s home, bringing armful of food to ease some of the stress from Barry. Dr. Highchurch is over night and day, doting on Marlena to the best of his abilities.

[keep reading on AO3!]

#taz #taz balance #blupjeans #blupjeansweek2022 #reese writes #barry bluejeans #lup #taz au #also potential tuck everlasting spoilers??? #this started as a tuck everlasting au but it's really just the [redacted] at this point #[also foster's gap because miss winnie foster :3]

[libradoodle1]

Libra! Happy belated birthday I’m sorry my present is so late, I think @youwerenevermine teased it to you, a drabble to go with her gorgeous moodboard. 🥰 Since it’s taking forever, here is a belated gift— a teaser!

Sweet, lovely, beautiful Dany though was trying. it had been her idea. She wanted to get him back to nature, since he had moved south from Winterfell to King's Landing for her, for her job and sh eknew he missed the cold North. They couldn't get all the way up to Winterfell so the Vale was the closest thing.

He had other plans for his birthday, but kept his mouth shut, as she did the best she could. Each time he tried to change the subject, to get to a point where, maybe he could do what the'd been planning to do for the last six months, and Dany did something to upend the situation.

In her quest to give him the perfect birthday, Dany was somehow messing it up.

Bless her, he thought, as she had zero idea.

He thought of the ring buried deep in his inner coat pocket; ecah time she'd gone to shake out the coat, he'd pounced on it. After three days, he suspected she just thought him oddly attached to the garment. It had been in his head for months he would propose on his birthday. Knowing Dany, she would do somethin gspecial as she had the entire five years they were together, and he would turn the tables on her and ask her to marry him, as the best birthday gift he could ever have.

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked upa t the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a diaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spout up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did. They'd discovered it this morning when she wanted to present it to him, but found it missing. Or else Ghost ate it. He was betting Ghost ate it.

Omg, Mags!!! 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️

First off, thank you so much! I had no idea the camp story you were going to write was for me! 🥹. Erika told me and I just chalked it up to Mag’s and her million one ideas! So thank you making me one of the million and ones 😍🤭

I’m a sucker for camp fics. And humor! Cracky humor, specifically, and this made me giggle. The oil coffee that he’s forcing himself to drink, the bloody face, awful weather, being knocked on his ass…😂 Poor Jon! But ofc he loves his Dany so much so he goes along for the proposal 😍

However, I wasn’t prepared for the goat running away with his cake!!! Wth???!!! 🤣🤣🤣 The image of that is too much.

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to write a story for me. This teaser was so funny I can’t wait to read the entire thing.

#😂😂😂 #🐐🎂 #Dany tried #this was so funny #i can’t wait for the rest #thank you 😘 #jonerys #jonerys drabble

[sunb0rn]

belated happy birthday, pretty!!! 🥳 you've been so nice to me ever since we've met. may god grant all your wishes. if you need a one call away friend, im just here. 🤗 love you!!! 💛

hi bbyy!! salaaaamaat!! yes di na tayo nakakapag chika or whaat but im here lang din if u need kausap. im still hoping na ma meet ka for reaaal, sana din youre in a better place rn. mag one year na din since magkausap tayoo!! awaw reminisce yaaan?? hahaha. thanks uleeet!!

[walangmaisippnaurl]

Waaah belated happy birthday! Missed seeing you here sa dash kasi di na rin ako ganon kaactive. Happy ako na happy ka! Happy birthdayyyyy ❤️

GRABE ANG MIMASAUR KO NAG EFFORT PA MAG TA HUHU THANK YOU ALABYUUUUU!!! WE DESERVE THE BESTTTT!

[fionabrennanartisttours]

Belated happy birthday Mags!

During the Easter Rising, Irish rebels set up a garrison in Stephen’s Green park, with female rebels fighting alongside the men, including Dr Kathleen Lynn and her lifelong companion Madeleine ffrench-Mullen. ffrench-Mullen was in charge of the first aid station in the park and was later appointed Doctor. She treated Margaret Skinnider - a rebel sniper  - for three bullet wounds there. You know, my girlfriend is actually a sniper. Thankfully, she’s always missing me!

#queer dublin #queer history #dublin history #lgbtq history #women in history #queer women history #Margaret Skinnider

[thepinkspov]

Perceval

"You are my favourite music that I'll never get tired of listening"

10/25/22

Hi.

Belated happy birthday!

I really want to greet u thru ig, but wa na lang kay maulaw ko haha.

I purposely made this letter to confess, to let u know how I feel towards u. I know this is so cliche for u maybe bcos this isn't ur thing. But I hope u understand that this is the only way I know.

I know u are wondering right now about who I am. I want to confess my feelings without revealing my identity for two reasons: (1) maulaw ko, my self-confidence is not yet enough for me to show up, I need more time, maybe after ko maka graduate sa college puhon hahaha char; (2) I want u, as well as me, to be comfortable if ever makakita ko nmo. Kay once e reveal nako akong identity, basi nyag mag tago² ko inig makit an tika haha and u know I don't like that. I want to look fine and collected whenever u are around. I don't want to miss a single moment looking at u even from afar coz im afraid that it would be the last time I would be seeing u. Kaya lubos-lubosin ko na lol. U might think I'm a creep but no, this is just me expressing my feelings haha. Taas² baya ni so hope u have enough time to read pretty pleaseeee.

I heard about u when I got interested to someone u are close with when I was still in grade 8. As far as I can remember, I got a crush to that someone at the age of 14. Happy crush ra ba. As a hopeless romantic teenage girl who got a crush to someone years older than her, I find ways to know him, his family and friends. I asked my most trusted friends about that, until they mentioned ur name. Spencer. To be honest, I made fun of ur name coz it sounds like a name of a dog haha (sorry 😭). They say u r the silent one among ur siblings and also the "suplado" haha. I was curious so I stalked ur fb acc, I even sent u a friend request yet u just ignored it 💀. So I followed u on ig. I did all of these not bcos I was interested to you, but bcos I was interested to someone related to u. The first time I saw ur pic, katong naa dagwy kas kasal ato or debut or whatsoever, familiar imo face but I don't remember nga nakakita ko nmo before, ur name doesn't ring a bell either. But ur face really look familiar. Nevertheless, I just ignored that.

ff. I was 15 when I first saw u. U were driving a scooter dagwy to ah basta murag scooter nga gamay kaayo haha cute gani ka kaayo ato lantawon 🤭. And you know what, that moment, I felt like everything was in slow motion. Basig nag tuo ka ba nga gama² ra ni nako, di baya jd. Everything I said was true. Mu labang na mn unta gd ko ato kay mu palit ug ice water sa atbang, nya nag pa dulong mn ka gasakay ug motor so nagpa abot ko nga maka labay ka. While doing that, I was also looking at your face when suddenly my eyes met yours hahaha pero imo ra pong gi bawi dayun w/ matching poker face 🙂. Mao to akong first kita nmo. Then naka conclude ko nga ay, my friends were right, u are suplado nga haha. Understandable mn pd kay wa baya ka kaila nako alangan mn mu smile ka nako or mu tango? lol pero mao jd na akong first impression pd nmo haha.

However, after that day, I started thinking about u and that fleeting moment especially everytime we talked about something related sa imo family since your family is quiet famous in La Libertad. Tungod pd ato, I became so curious nmo kay familiar lagi imo face. I think I've seen u before but can't remember when.

ff. In grd 10, my curiosity continued until I've learned some things about u, ur studies, hobbies and of course, your love of music and instruments. Im an active followers of yours on ig that's why I heard u playing guitar, keyboard, drums and violin. I can see how passionate u were on playing those things. You just don't play well, u play with all ur heart, with love. I didn't know that slowly, my curiosity leads me into something else. Nagka crush nako nmo sir!

ff. I was 18 when I decided to enrol sa music class dhas munisipyo when akong silingan mag mention sa opening. I planned to enrol since I want to learn how to play an instrument. Before pandemic, layhan jd ko mag pa enrol dha pero ana mn sila nga strikta daw ang nagtudlo hahaha. But now, lahi na mn kuno. And I was told usa mn pd daw ka sa mga teachers but sa guitar daw ka. During the last enrolment, I saw u sitting along with ur friends outside LTO office ba to. I took a quick glance at u, afraid u might caught me stealing glances, I went upstairs immediately for the registration silently hoping nga mu saka pd kas taas haha. And u did. Mura kog atakihon sa ka kulba ato nga time tbh hahaha. But my acting skills never fail me so I was just like a normal innocent kitten that time lol. Pero naglibog jd ko nganong gikulbaan kog taman ato nga time wa mn ta koi sala. But u know what, I like that kind of feeling. I was happy seeing u that close. I saw the way u talk, and the way u smile, is charming. I heard u talk, laugh a bit, and ur voice, and how u handle your students very well.

Then we had a small interaction the second time I went there. Naa mn gd koi clarification sa schedule sa amo klase, nya mangutana mn unta ko ni kuya moi², kay sha moi duol nako that time. Pero wa ko nangutana nya hahaha I waited for u to come to the table near me haha then diha nako nangutana nmo hahaha paraparaan char haha. It was just a small interaction but it means a lot to me. I like the way your eyes bore into mine while answering my question bsag pila ra to ka words imo gi utter haha solve na ako adlaw sir haha. Sugod ato, my feelings for u changed a bit. I felt something I didn't know I could feel at a young age. No, it was not love. More than crush, yes, but I know that is different from love. I am sure of that. Infatuation? Maybe. Nag padayun ang klase, pero wa ko kalahutay. Busy ko sa modules, graduating pa pd ko that time.

ff. Until I graduated senior high, my feelings for u stayed the same. Wa na kwaan, na dungagan pa gani. Ambot ngano. In ani dagwy ni sa kung interesado ka sa usa ka tawo? or maybe it's just me.

Until I heard rumours about what's going on with u and the girl I know. Sorry for being nosy hehe di lang jd malikayan basta kabahin nmo ang topic. My friends told me there was something on between u two. I didn't believe them at first coz I thought mag on pa sila sa iya ex not until I saw u together sa senyoricha haha. Ouch. wa baya ko nang stalk ha na kit-an ra jd tamo kay pa sulod mn pd mi ato sa senyoricha kay mu palit ug milkshake. Okay ra mn ko that time hahah happy crush ra baya ni akoa. Although I was a little bit heartbroken, alangan crush nmo, naay ka date, kinsay di ma apektuhan di ba? hayst pero okay ra hehe mura rag pinaakan sa dinosaur. Of course I got jealous and insecure. It's inevitable.

ff. Until u pass the board exam. The urge to congratulate u that time was too much yet I chose to stop myself and instead, I thank God for ur success. I was so proud of u, really. I know u worked really hard to become what u are today. Congratulations!

Then the band, First String, where u are the lead guitarist. Congratulations for all of your achievements together. I never heard u play in person. Sa mga gigs nnyo, di pd ko ka adto kay busy sa school, layo pa jd ang uban maong sa mga vids sa socmed ra ko makakita ug maka paminaw. Until last sept. 24, kita ko gi post, naa daw moi live music sa pocket park! Lipay kaayo ko kay duol ra finally makakita nako nnyo mu perform live! I invited my friends from guihulngan to come para naa pd koi kuyog, ako pd gihuman tanang assignment namo para wa koi problema na haha. I was excited and ready to go. But, unfortunately, nag ulan mn nya wai klaro kung maka ari akong mga kuyog kay nag motor ra sila. So at the end, natug na lang ko missing the opportunity to watch your performance. It was okay, though. Maybe di pa to ang time para nako hehe. Then I learnt it was a party for u daw diay for passing the board exam abi nakog mu perform ra mo same sa uban nnyong gigs hehe. Congratulations sa imo oath-taking! Finally RME na ka. Deserve.

Taas kaayo sa? hahaha I hope wa ka gi kapuyan ug binasa. Naa pa ta koi e chika nmo pero akoa na lang to hahaha. Kay kung e include pa to nako, maybe naa na kai idea kung kinsa ko haha. Might keep it instead.

I'm 19 yrs old. First year college. Future educator. I have feelings for you for almost 3 years. Decided to confess after ur birthday to let u know my feelings towards u and also, to get rid of this feeling, eventually. They said if u confess, there's a possibility na ma wa ang feelings. That's what I have to do. Admiring u from afar is exciting. Bsag pangalan ra gani nmo akong ma dungog, mu igting dayun akong dalunggan hahahaha makakita lang ko nga naa kai new update sa imong ig hala view dayun, like dayun hahaha mag hyperventilate gani ko kung mu view kas ako ig hahaha charot ra. It was a wonderful feeling, indeed. But I have to stop myself, from liking u. I have to get rid of this sweet feeling before it turns into something most people take for granted. Love. I'm afraid I might fall to someone I only thought about for years. I'm afraid I might fall in love with the idea of you. That's ridiculous, isn't it? Being in love with somebody that u only used to know is like falling in love with a book. U can love it all u want, but it's a story that runs parallel to yours. At the end of the day, it's static. It's memory. It's a sentence and you can't change it. It end how it ends. It says what it says. I think that's not good at all. I think that's scary. Scary bcos it will cost me pain at the end. So mintras wa pa ko ana nga stage, ako nang ihunong, and the best way I know to stop this feeling, is through confession. Mutuo mn gd ko anang ma wa ra daw dayun ang feelings kung mu confess ka sa imo crush hahah I've been there na mn gd. You know, feelings fade, and I'm holding on to the idea that what I feel for u would eventually fades. Let's see if this feeling will fade, pila gd ni ka years ako gi ampingan haha. And if it does, I will let u know.

I am so grateful bcos I met u. You inspired me by just being you. You are a registered mechanical engineer, a musician, and a teacher, a loving brother and son, and u have a cat or cats? haha. To be honest, this is not really what I want. I want to embrace this feeling and know u more. Know u better. Knowing certain things about you isn't knowing you better. I know there is more in you I want to discover, the real you. But I can't bcos that's beyond impossible. You don't know me, and if u do, u might just ignore me cos I know ur types and I'm not one of those. You are almost perfect. Kind, simple, handsome and charming, talented, smart, u have a loving family, and a smile that lights up a room and from that, I knew you are out of my league. Yet, I smiled. We were under the same sky, at least. Nevertheless, I chose to stop and move on with myself before feeling more than this.

This letter serves as a farewell for my feelings for u. I pray for u and ur family, for ur happiness and well being. I only want the best for u. May u find peace and love u think u deserve. And when the time comes u start questioning your worth, remember that u don't need to accomplish anything to be a worthwhile human being. Remember that there is someone out there admiring all the things u do, always proud.

You are the person I'll never stop looking for in a crowded place.

I'll see you when the road decides it's time for our paths to cross again, RME Spencer Perceval T. Husain.

-Pink Panther

#confession #Spotify

[jichann]

10/14/2022

raw thoughts madaming typo and grammatical errors. wag na basahin pls. labyu mwa.

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hi, what’s up? we both have happy rs im so glaaaad. still can’t get you out of my mind.

ilang beses ko na ba subukan mag reach out, tapos hindi natutuloy. im a coward yes. im always scared about why did i suddenly stopped talking to you. that you’re mad (ofc tangina bobo ka ba) na pano ko ba uumpisahan.

it started nung hindi natuloy yung sleep over it was all planned super excited namin but suddenly hindi natuloy due to some reason and afterwards hindi na nawala sa isip ko. like ik na disappoint fam niya even her friends, also hindi ko na alam anong mukhang ihaharap ko.

nasa baguio kami noon, then suddenly bigla akong nag breakdown; if i continue talking with her gusto pa rin ba nila ako ma-meet? galit ba sila? is she mad? and etc. her friends and relatives helps me with my issues and problems tapos just a simple meet up na messed up pa. i really hate disappointment, doon lahat nag start isama pa yung nga threats na guguluhin sila if i don’t stop.

well right after i stopped talking with her, there’s a complete silence. there’s no chaos, walang kahit ano. im just existing. but it’s sad, im sad. i missed them esp the memories; us playing roblox like whole fucking day; movie marathon weird pati detective conan hindi pinalagpas; watch her do online class; talk shit about our exes; mga latest chika maritess duo kasi kami; and lastly her choice of music.

super dami niyang inintroduce na music so potangina kada marinig ko siya lang naiisip ko mhie. also even tho our rs is not that perfect kasi may mga epaloids at the end of the day im happy. or baka ako lang. after some time she’s my totga. i’d rather be sad than keep her with this complicated rs she doesn’t deserve any of this.

fast forward.

after ko mag social media break bcs i stopped for awhile ik myself hindi ko mapipigilan na kausapin siya if hindi ko gagawin yon eh.

ayun nga i started distracting myself mhie and super superrr hindi tama tong ginawa ko. tried to date bois but uhm didn’t work out kasi idk can’t feel any connections towards them.

well good thing lang is nag stop na rin yung epal ferson when she found out im dating guys na. sana diba noon ko pa ginawa para tumigil na siya completely potangina.

and now i met rifle, nakikita ko lang si amber sakanya. all of his past experiences esp sa fam super parehas sila. hobbies din he loves playing online games grind na grind si accla just same as amber. he loves movies and animes din. boy ver lang ni amber. then found out na he’s not like her. super layo.

same with the traumas like her pero ibang way to handle it. he tend to sometimes can’t control himself lalo pag galit but i just listened eventually learned a lot from him. he’s independent and loves to explore. sometimes his perspective is kinda (kinda want to strangle him jk) but i realized diff person diff pov and i started to be open. at first we tend to argue syempre patola si accla lalo pag iba yung pinaglalaban but when i tried to listen his side my point din pala kahit nakakainis minsan. utak niya eon eh anong gagawin q sis.

afterwards i learned how to love him bcs it’s him not because i saw amber in his personality. he once said “siguro pag nagkita kayo magtatagal kayo nun.” and i silently agreed. it’s reallt diff when it comes to her. i replied “tbh if mag hiwalay tayo, kaya kitang iremove kahit saan but not her. pero if she decided to block me i’ll respect it.”

hi, sana okay ka lang lagi. sana healthy kayo lalo na si baby zia she so cuteeee. hindi kayo nawawala sa prayers ko. mahal ko kayo palagi. namimiss ko na si bebe drew. kung galit man kayo or sila magalit lang kayooo issokay. deserve ko hehe. belated happy birthday pala. malapit ka na gumraduate sheesh.

btw jai is super pretty! like im so happi kasi diba u guys r so fineeee. wag na wag kayong maghihiwalay ako taga ship niyo. thenchu sa lahaaaat i enjoyed ever bit of our memories. mwa mwa ily byeee!!

ciao, amber. see you when i see you.

[suhnshinehaos]

hi reeseeeee! how are youuu 🥰 omg antagal na since the last time nag send ako sayo ng ask. been busy with a lot of things lately kahit yung last two chapters ata ng crush culture hindi ko pa nababasa :(((( pero will read it right away when everything is alright na hehehehe

anywayss,, just came here to share this HEHEHEHE i saw this video and medyo relate ako HAHAHAHA

I have a friend who gave me a seventeen album as a birthday gift and binuksan ko 'yon sa mismong araw ng bday ko and then my other friend who is also a carat sent me a message where she greet me happy birthday and then may sinabi rin siya na sana mag tagal pa friendship namin (we're besties since grade 7 kami and now we're 2nd year college students. im not crying, u are hdhsha emz)

then later that night, yun na yung time na nag bukas ako ng album. tapos na pull kong pcs ay hoshi (bias niya) at minghao (kasama sa bias list niya) and then sabi ko (in a joking manner) parang doon na ata mag eend friendship namin but she's fine about it yung pinsan niya yung gustong makihati sa akin share daw kami sa ownership ng pc ganon 😭 HAHAHAHAHA

here's the pcs btw

and then joshua and jeonghan napull ko sa semicolon plus from home unit photo na bigay rin sa akin ng other friend hihihihi (incase curious ka nung nasa likod hehehehe)

at ayan aking aking hapitot good night may klase pa ako bukas f2f hanggang sabado 🥴😵 (2nd week pa lang ng classes tinatamad na ako HSHAHAHA)

OMGIII HIIII na-miss kita ayieee pero oks naman ako hehe mejj busy lang sa work and acads pero kinakaya naman >_< halaaa i hope things become less hectic for u

belated hbd !!! sana nag-enjoy ka sa day mo ,, grabe naman naol binigyan ng svt album as gift char HAHAH shems grabe nice pulls !! mejj relate din ako dun sa vid na sinend mo kasi yung kapatid ko na-pull si hao at wonu tas ayaw na lang ibigay saakin since na pull ko rin mga bias niya (hannie/dk) 🤧

thanks for ur hapitot kasi nahappy rin naman ako sa share mo hehe stay strong to u and ur friend grabe antagal ng friendship nyo huhu buti di nasira sa pagpull ng mga bias HAHAH charr mejj late na reply ko so di na goodnight ,, have a nice day na lang hehe gluck with f2f classes (naol f2f na rin hays may galit ata uni ko saakin)

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[missbreakeven-blog]

To my RAS

Belated happy birthday :) Hindi ko nakalimutan at hindi kita makalimutan. Halos araw araw parin kitang napapanaginipan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Ayoko na mag-umpisang kausapin ka ulit.

Patuloy kong babaunin lahat ng alaala natin. I don’t know if you also have this kind of feeling na parang I just can’t get over you. I just can’t unlove you. I just can’t forget you. I just can’t.

Always know that I am the proudest. You always have me. Always. Sana sa susunod na habang buhay, tuloy tuloy na yung kwento na’tin. Mahal kita 🤍

#RAS #Since2006

[monstercat85]

Late post nanaman haha. Kinuha tong mga pics nung birthday ni Geordea June 30. Ngayon July 2 na haha

Di man lang nakisama yung ulan yawa. Tapos nung papasok kami ni crizlin dun sa bahay nila geordea nung nagshare na kami sa isang payong, biglang sumarado ang walangya. Tapos mali pa kami ng napuntahang pinto, nayss nayss. Hahah. Tapos nung nagpipicture pa kami sa loob ng bahay nila, nagkauntugan kami, yawaaa haha.

Sana naging masaya ka sa birthday mo junior, kasi kami masaya na kahit makasama ka lang namin sa birthday mo. Kahit wala ka mang handa, pupunta parin kami, may handa na nga kaming dala e haha. Wala ng naniniwala dun sa chat na "uyy sorry, di ako kakakapunta" kasi alam naman talaga na pupunta HHAHAHA

Buti namam at nagustuhan mo yung painting. Medyo ibang theme naman mga paintings ko ngayon, yung may ineexpress na. Hindi yung puro anime at puro painting about nature. First artwork na natapos ko ngayong taon, juskuu. Paubos na kasi mga paints ko e kaya di ako makagawa, tapos ayoko naman gumastos ng paint HAHAHA, so pano yan mhai? Sino mag uudjust? HAHA.

Feeling ko nasabi ko na lahat dun sa letter sa likod e. Pero amman, meron pa pala ako masasabi hahaha. Gusto ko sana magsorry, kasi lagi kang ginagabi dahil sakin. Yes, dahil sakin lang, kasi satin naman lahat, ako lang talaga may pinakagusto gabihin. Sorry kasi nagbobolakbol ka na daw haha (kahit di naman T_T). Hindi ko alam kung masasabi mo ng toxic yung laging pag-uwi ng gabi pero hindi ba yun normal sa mga adults?

:(( Shet, adult na tayo lahat, lanya. Hahah)

Kung sa tingin mo toxic na yung laging paguwi ng gabi, uuwi na ako ng maaga. Pipilitin ko. Haha kung hindi ko talaga mapilit, mauna na kayong umuwi, tapos tambay lang ako sa kalsada hanggang magdilim charr HAHAHAH

I wish you all the happiness in the world

At kung hahayaan mo ako, sasamahan pa kita matupad mga pangarap mo.

Belated happy birthday, Junior

Narealize ko na binati na kita in advance(sa snapchat, oero di mo pa rin ata nakikita T_T), during (in person) at after(dito sa tumblr). Haha

Kung anong pagkakaintindi mo dun sa painting, ganon talaga ang gusto ko iparating, ang kung kaylangan mo ako, nandito lang ako. Wag mo kalimutan, juskuu. Haha lavyah <3

06.30.22

[pusongtriskelion]

👉 MMDA TRISKELION Salute Bro. Mark and Belated Happy Birthday Mag iingat po lagi kapatid #PusongTriskelion #MMDA #TriskelionBrother https://www.instagram.com/p/CfApwcnPdTp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#pusongtriskelion #mmda #triskelionbrother

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday, jbsaucy!

Happy belated Birthday, @jbsaucy​! We hope you had a wonderful day back on the 16th, and that you celebrated in style! To bring your party back around, the lovely @mega-aulover​ has written a story just for you!

For this year, I am recently divorced and trying to get the nerve up to get out there. So I would like to request a 30/40s Everlark, post divorced meeting

Jbsaucy

Dear Jbsaucy I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I apologize for the lateness, and I hope you had a wonderful day. This prompt BTW was amazing and I had a great time writing it. It was a blast. Thank you to Norbertsmom for Betaing 

Rated T 

Title:  OFF THE MARKET

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Divorce sucks. SUCKS.

Getting divorced sucks, being divorced sucked.

But nothing, not the tedious nature of dividing unwanted movies, the fear of root canals, or getting a speeding ticket, compared to dating. Dating, ladies and gentlemen, after being married for ten years sucked royally. 

ROYALLY!

After my divorce, my attorney suggested I get a hobby or join a club. I really wasn’t a social person. Not much of a talker, and avoided any and all spotlights. It was this fear of the spotlight that originally brought me in contact to my now ex-husband, Darius.

My best friend Gale pushed me to do one of those karaoke nights. I panicked and ran straight into Darius. He thought I was cute, and I was grateful he went up with me to the karaoke microphone. He sang and I laughed. The rest is history; the marriage only lasted ten years. But I knew we weren’t right for one another, partially because Darius was a very sexual person, for me sex wasn’t important. I got more enjoyment out of getting my teeth cleaned. He found someone who revved his engine and I got the fica and dates. 

Yup Dates.

How did that happen you ask?

Well, I’ll tell you I followed my divorce attorney’s suggestion. Preface-OUTSIDE OF A COURTROOM NEVER EVER FOLLOW YOUR DIVORCE ATTORNEY’S ADVICE.

With that warning sign, I digress. Taking a deep breath, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Wait for it... I joined a book club. 

It was the only natural course of action. After our divorce I got all of the books. You see one of the things Darius and I loved to do was go to bookstores. We’d buy all of these books with the intention of reading them, and we never did. We had bookshelves filled with books from the 100 Must-Read Classic Books by Penguin. So after my divorce, I sat in my newly minted apartment with a box of wine and all of these books. 

I was looking at the boxes, my divorce papers jutting out. Amongst them there was a note - with the name of a book club, the real 451 book club, with an address. I called them the Squad 451 or the Squad. The women were a hodgepodge of personalities; the right blend of sweet and crazy. There is Mags, the motherly type. She has boatloads of grandchildren. Then there is her neighbor Greasy Sae  who runs a diner in town. I used to go to her diner as a kid and consume her mystery meat soups. The older woman is bawdy and half of the things she says makes me blush redder than a red bean. Next is Annie, a shy, slightly mad girl who is a librarian. Delly has the personality of the southern bell who wears pink and believes in romance. I’ve known of Delly forever; she and I went to the same high school. 

Foxface,  has one of those names with multiple consonants and vowels but prefers to go by Foxy or Foxface. She is freakishly smart and sometimes, I think she has blackmarket dealings because she’s so secretive. Then there is Effie, the middle aged, tightly wound woman whose book choices are as repressed as she is, like Jane Eyre. And last, but not least, is my divorce lawyer, yes the very same one who suggested I get a hobby, Johanna Mason who is, well, a sex fiend. 

I started meeting up with them, and six months after my divorce, that’s when the ladies conspired against me and set up my profile on one of those dating websites looking for men, for me. I had no idea, and on my birthday, they presented me with their “gift.” 

It was the gift you didn’t want, like a pimple on your wedding day or the runs before an important interview, or bad breath before a first kiss. 

Greasy said that if I didn’t use my, well, feminine - looks around - petals. That they’ll dry up and turn into ugly petunias. I announced sex wasn’t important, and even friged Effie said a lady needed to literally, figuratively, and metaphorically, occassionally let her hair down. 

 I said NO.

I demanded.

I scowled.

Nothing helped.

They created a profile based upon themselves, and yet through describing themselves they pegged me. I was nurturing. I had a sexy edge. I was introverted, and yet mysterious. I was smart, honest, loyal and a closet romantic. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll hunt you down, even after I’m dead. 

They split me up like a kid of divorced parents being schlepped from one house to the other. They set themselves up in teams and each team got to pick my dates. And everytime we met for a book club meeting, I was to dutifully report on the date. Based upon their success, a second date would be permitted. 

It was a simple proposition. 

I was naive. A stupid idiot, or as Bugs Bunny say’s, a maroon. 

Because I hadn’t really ever been out there. 

To be honest, I met Darius right out of high school, at my first college party, and we were married - okay it wasn’t a big wedding. It really wasn’t a wedding at all. It was a spur of the moment, we got drunk and ended up at one of those Elvis chapel impersonators. Annnnd bada-bing. 

I never really dated, so I agreed with the book club’s plan, because how hard could dating be?

 And thus began my nightmare.

I must state, or emphatically note, not all of my “dates,” were catastrophically bad. To be fair, most of the time I wasn’t interested. Delly said I wasn’t romantically pulled. Johnna said my engine wasn’t revved up. Greasy said if the man didn’t make me want to orgasam with a look, then he wasn’t worth my time. I posed this question to the universe: How in blazing blue inferno does a man make a woman...well you know, with a look? Was that even possible?

A hazy yellow fuzz enters my head and my mind wanders. I conjure up blue eyes and translucent lashes that never tangle.  

Sigh.

…. (my brain just short circuited at the thought of large hands)

Earth to Katniss. 

Okay sorry, I spaced out for a little bit, and their words spurred me on to continue my journey. And one year after my divorcce I had stories, no I have battle scars.  To prove my point, the following are my top three worst dates. In no particular order.  

Date Disaster # 1 was with an artsy type at a chique Italian restaurant. He arrived late, and was drunk, high, or both. Then fell asleep on his plate of bolognese. Yup, in his plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. I paid for my half, tucked my tail between my legs and left.

Date Disaster #2 was with a small man with glasses and a massive intellect who didn’t stop talking about flamingos. FLAMING PINK FLAMINGOS. My brain shut down. I didn’t hear the music in the jazz themed restaurant. I didn’t even taste the heat in the gumbo. The only factoid I remembered when we said goodnight was that flamingos were gray when they were born. I couldn’t even tell you how they became pink. The man was the human form of anesthesia for my soul. 

Date Disaster #3 was a nice man. We laughed. And everything was going well. We ordered drinks, a cranberry and soda for me, the bartender special for him while we waited for our table. Turns out he has a milk allergy and the bartender special had milk. When we sat down at the table and we were talking about our hobbies, his stomach began to grumble loudly. He became pasty and then as the waiter brought out our appetizers, he threw up all over the place. It was a good thing that throwing up didn't bother me, but it bothered our waiter who gagged. Needless to say, I burned the outfit I was wearing.  

Those were the top three...but there were more, just simmering to become the top one. And for a time I thought I wasn’t made to date.  But the ladies had faith and they were really trying to choose nice, interesting guys. However, nothing, nothing that I could ever imagine could top my latest date. 

I’m rushing along the sidewalk. I don’t want to be late, but at the same time, I don’t want to tell them how much of a calamity my latest date was, but to be completely honest, I don’t want to miss it. Tonight is also the night the group meets at Mellark’s. The friendly cafe style bakery with its rich and yummy pastries, both savory and sweet. It is my favorite place to meet. Squad 451 meets twice a month in different locations, including one of the two meeting rooms in the library, one of the community rooms in the Justice Building, and on our birthdays, we meet in a restaurant, but the bakery on Main Street is our favorite location. The Mellarks owned several locations. The flagship store was always managed by one of the original family members.  

If George Senior, or the middle son Ryan Mellark is at the helm of the bakery, they allow us to cavort in the shop until close. When his older brother George Junior or their Mother Muriel was in charge, we tended to be quiet, relegating our conversations to the books. When Peeta is in charge, there are free cheese buns and chaos. 

Please, stomach gods, let Peeta be there. I skipped lunch today because I had a deadline. I also forgot my wallet at home. Thankfully, my license was at the bottom of my backpack. I need food before my stomach eats itself. I am starving when I walk into the bakery. When I see Peeta, I stop. His blue eyes meet mine and my stomach flip flops. He gives me a slow sweet smile, before his eyes slide back to the customer who is ordering.

“Katniss,” Delly squeaks, waving frantically.

Somehow, my feet carry me over to the table and there is a plate of cheese buns and I thank every celestial being in the universe. His buns are heavenly. Sitting down, I take a napkin and snatch one.  My mouth waters and my lashes close as I bring the cheese bun to my mouth.  The smell of melted cheese, fresh bread, and the hint of dill, assuage my nose, before I bite into one of Peeta’s coveted flaky concoctions. The combination of the oozing cheese, the herbs and the buttery bread elicit a moan from deep within my being. These freaking cheese buns will be the death of me. 

“Wow.” Peeta’s voice causes my lashes to fly open. 

Peeta is standing near me with a cup of tea; his face and neck splotchy and red.  

My mouth is full of delicious food, but I forgot how to chew. 

Delly is looking between us. Her pale blue eyes quizzical, like when she’s trying to understand a concept or theme in a book.

 “Okay, bitches,” Johanna says, slamming her brief down. “Where’s the rest of the motley crew?”

“Mags and Greasy just arrived,” Delly answers absentmindedly. 

“Hey, Peeta, I need a strong black coffee.” 

“Sure,” Peeta says, all the while staring at me. I finally remember to chew. “Here Katniss, your tea.”   

Taking the paper cup, I can’t help feeling bashful. “Thank you.”

“Peet,” the girl behind the counter calls. 

Whenever Peeta is here, the business is brisk. He is charming. He was always charming, even back in high school he was the most popular guy, not only because of his looks, but because he was genuinely nice. I, like all of the other girls, had a mini crush on him. 

Looking over his shoulder he says, “I’ll be right back with your coffee, Jo.” 

Now Jo is looking between him and me, but hers is a wicked grin, like right before she nails a sleazebag who doesn’t want to pay for his children. I quirk an eyebrow, clueless as to what has Johanna showing off her predatory gleam. 

“Oh, it’s chilly outside,” Mags says.

“It’s colder than Rudolph’s balls outside,” Greasy says, her gruff voice is booming. Several patrons look at her. Greasy does not care. She’s well past her sixties and it’s her motto that she should live each day as if it was her last. 

In walks Effie, Annie, and Foxface, and they all say, “Hello,” in unison. 

The book of the month is actually a YA fiction called, The Fault in Our Stars, about teens with a terminal illness. I cried when Gus...I tear up once more...at the memory. But I know we aren’t going to discuss Hazel’s predicament with her parents. 

“So,” Delly says, bouncing in her chair.

I can’t help but grimace.

“How did it go?” Foxface says. She has an accent, but I can’t place it. 

“He looked like he belonged on one of those erotic books Johanna loves to read,” Greasy says, grabbing a cheese bun.

She’s not wrong. Gloss was a blond adonis, with slate blue eyes. And abs that have a flipping twelve pack, I ought to know, I counted them. The words are out of my mouth before I am aware of what I am saying.  “He really does with a twelve pack,” I say drinking my tea.

“Did you say twelve pack?” Johanna sat up. 

My eyes widen. 

“Wait, why are you blushing Katniss?” Foxface narrows her eyes.

“Did you and he…” Annie trails off. Her doe eyes are wide. 

“Did you have your first sleepover?” Effie leaned in. 

“Or did you dry hump him like a horny-toad dog?” Greasy’s voice bounces in the bakery.

Peeta’s pauses , wiping down the counter and looks directly at me. 

“NO!” My voice sounds half strangled.

Jo and Delly exchange a look. “Peeta,” Delly calls him over. 

Oh, no, no, no, I say to myself, eyeing how quickly I can get from the back corner to the exit. It is one thing to tell the squad, it is another to have Peeta know. I think I can sprint around the chairs and clear the table near the door like an olympic hurdle jumper. 

Peet walks over. “Hey Dells, can I get you ladies anything?”

“Katniss was going to regale us with her latest date,” Delly says.

“She’s going to tell us how she knows her date has Thor’s body.” 

“You’re dating?” Peeta asks, looking at me intently.

He doesn’t know I am dating or rather, being raked through hot coals.

“Oh,” Foxface chortles. “She’s dating.”

“Remember the guy who was texting with his mother during the entire date,” Effie said.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Mags saids grinning.

“Only the part when he had Katniss talk to her, and it turned out she was psychoanalyzing her to make sure she wasn’t an ax murderer,” Annie said laughing.

“Or what about the guy who kept on mentioning his ex and cried through the crème brûlée,” Greasy slaps her knee, laughing.

I can’t help but laugh. 

“Man, those are pretty bad,” Peeta says.

I hold up my finger. “No, those are tame.”

“Tame?” His blue eyes are sparkling. “You mean there are worse dates?”

Delly snorts. “Oh there are worse. I am so glad I am out of the dating pool.”  

“Yeah, Gale just loves you,” Annie sighs. 

Delly and Gale met when I joined the book club. And while I floundered, they fell in love and now Delly was pregnant.  

My eyes shift to Annie. “It’s so much easier when you fall in love.”

“Oh?” I say.

“I met someone,” Annie says softly. “He wants to meet all of us.”

I wonder what type of guy would date quiet, shy, introverted Annie who sometimes says things that remind me of that song from those Freddy movies from the 80’s. I shake my head.  Then I narrow my eyes. “Bring him to the next session,” I hear myself say. I want to meet this man, and make sure he will take care of my friend. 

“Really.” Annie clasps her hands.

I nod, but I notice Peeta is looking at me with this strange gleam in his eyes.  “Ah...yeah.” My voice sounds breathy. I frown, wondering why the heck I sound like one of those girls. You know the ones that always appear in the music videos washing cars and dancing on super yachts. Darius was fascinated by those girls, heck, his new girlfriend looks like one of those girls.

The women are chatting with Annie about the new guy in her life.  

“We'll discuss Annie’s beau later,” Mags holds her hand in the air. “I want to hear about Katniss’ date.” Her white hair spills over her shoulder as she fixes me with a look. “So tell us, how do you know Thor has a twelve pack?”

Somehow or another I knew the scrutiny on Annie would be short lived. My time to shine would come, but when I open my mouth to speak I can see a conspiratorial glance between Mags and Annie. And it hits me that they chose this man, because he looked like Thor. I scowl at the women who set me up on this one. Mags and Annie both have a pink tinge to their faces. I would have expected this from Jo or Greasy, but Mags and Annie, well it’s INCONCEIVABLE! 

I begin to speak. “He asked me to meet him at the edge of town, near route twelve.”

“Isn't that where Ripper’s place is?” Effie questioned, and she couldn’t hide her revulsion. 

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘P’, thinking of the bar that disguised itself as an eatery. It was a seedy diner with cracked linoleum floors, yellowing formica, booths that had patches, blinking lights, and rickety chairs. 

“That’s where he asked you to meet him?” Mag’s sounds outraged. “That place is…is-”

“- a bedhaven for unsavory characters,” Foxface finishes. 

“You're brainless,” Jo mutters darkly. "Ripper's isn't the type of place you can go to Katniss. You should have called me."

As protective as I am about my friends, so is Jo. She's tough on the outside but has a really soft center. It's what makes her a perfect shark in the courtroom. Not that Darius was a jerk during our divorce. He actually wasn't. Johanna was present at the restaurant where he announced he wanted a divorce. Johanna later said it was my face, the vulnerability I tried to hide was why she took my divorce pro-bono. 

“I drove and brought my bottle of mace.” I know what everyone was thinking. The area in town where Ripper’s is located at, made the bad side of town look like a tourist destination. I didn't mind meeting my date there. I was looking forward to a basket of fries. Ripper's had amazing beer-battered fries. 

I've been to Ripper's once. I was with Gale and Thom who needed to score fake IDs. I ordered the fries, since I wasn't there for an ill gotten identification. But let me tell you, those fries. Oh! Holy mother of fries, no other fries can compare. 

Shivers!

I love food; it's why I'm a food critic now. What's so funny is that it was those fries that began my career as Buttercup, the elusive food critic. Back then I was Buttercup, the fussy eater. I blogged about them, no, I lavished them with love. I love my job. I can go into any restaurant, order anything on the menu, blog about it and get paid handsomely. And, most importantly, I can do it anonymously. Not even Darius knew I was Buttercup. He thought I was a boring housewife. Getting back to the fries, I wasn’t deterred from getting my fries.

“So then what happened?” Annie asked.

“He was there waiting for me. He stood up and smiled. And he's massive-"

"Just like a book cover," Foxface mutters.

 "He said his name wasn't Anthony, it’s Gloss.”

“Gloss?” Everyone said at the same time.

“Yup.” I sighed. “It was a sign. I should've left." Damn those fries! 

“So Gloss…" Peeta's sparkling eyes are on mine, his are an amazing hue of blue, like the indigo milk cap mushrooms. "Looks like Thor."  He frowns. "Thor with the long hair or short?"

"Long." The women around me answered as one.

Peeta turned those gorgeous eyes back to me.

Thor isn’t my cup of tea. I shrugged to show my indifference. "Gloss was sporting the Ragnarok look, short hair with facial hair."

 I swear I watch Peeta mouth, "short hair."

"Anyway, we sat at a booth. It was packed, actually." That should've been clue number two. Men at a joint like Ripper's at 8:30 on a Friday night, it was by the highway, plausible. But packed with just as many women. "The waitress who took our drink order could barely hear me."

"Was he nice?" Annie asks.

"He was sweet." Truthfully Gloss was a sweet guy.  He talked about his mother in a positive way, even if she gave him the name that was another descriptor for shiny objects. "He was attentive too. He told me his mother worked in the makeup industry. "

"That doesn't sound too awful," Delly says.

"He sounds delightful." Mags pushes her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose.  The gang is getting tired of the story and I hope they will move on to the reason we are  gathered, discussing the book we were reading. I begin to reach into my backpack because I really hate purses.

"If he's so delightful, why did he ask you to meet him at Ripper's?" Johanna says in her cross examination voice.

I wince as I take out my book.

"Yes, you must explain." Foxface demands.

"It's not nice to leave us dangling." Effie levels a look at me that has me squirming, feeling like I was being summoned into the principal's office. 

"I wanna know how you know Gloss has a twelve pack," Greasy says.

Peeta looks at me expectantly. 

Anndddd were back. I sigh. Will he run for the hills when I tell him? Most likely.

"We were talking about dancing.” My voice loses all it’s warmth. “I don't dance."

This causes a rumble of laughter and giggles amongst the women. Peeta looks confused. Finally Delly wipes the tears from her face and gasps, “You should never dance. Ever!” 

"That poor man’s toes,” Mags says, her shoulders shaking.

“Do I need to know?” Peeta looks between them. 

“I don’t dance!” I growl. The group erupts into another bout of laughter. 

“It was a scheme, a dirty underhanded scheme,” Effie says. 

The guy I was supposed to date was a dance instructor. He used the dating app as a way to drum up business. When the women meet him, he pairs them with guys who were there for a lesson. He paired me with a poor man named Harry. My nerves got the better of me, because I don’t like to be touched. Harry’s hands were sweaty. Harry tried to dip me as per my date’s instructions. I tripped, and in the process his toes were crushed, and I ended up with a sprained ankle. 

When I arrived in crutches to the next book club, well, that was one of those dates that simmers at the surface vying to be in the top three. 

“Gloss didn’t believe me. He said anyone can dance. I told him no, and explained that there are people who are predisposed to fly in airplanes, and some who get motion sickness in a car. “

“What happened next?” Foxface asks, moving to the edge of her chair.

“He went to the jukebox.”

“Oh no,” Johanna mutters. “Did he end up in the hospital?” 

“Is that how you know he’s got a twelve pack?” Greasy questions. The ladies, and Peeta are all staring at me. 

I shake my head. Why couldn’t there be a rush of customers right now? It is calm and I know the odds are against me. 

“Spill it!” Johanna demands. 

“Well, he queued up a song and waited a beat, and then Lenny’s Kravits’ American Woman started blaring. Gloss started sauntering and spun and did the splits on the floor. Next thing I know, the women in the place go nuts. They surround him, like a rabid pack of wild dogs.”

“Wait, what!” Delly exclaims her pale eyes bright, she grips the book in her hand. 

“That doesn’t happen,” Peeta says.

“It does to her,” Foxface said, her eyes shining with ferocity, like the eyes of those women at Rippers.

“Shut it blondie,” Johanna orders. 

“Yeah,” Annie says.

Taking a deep breath I continue. “He started dancing...hips…” my brain flashing to his hips gyrating. “...jutting out and…”

“Ohhhhh yeah,” Greasy cackles.

“Gyrating, his hips gyrating,” Foxface gasps.

With eyes closed I nod. “His hips were doing that all over the place. He then jumped on the table and proceeded to rip off his shirt. He shouted my name and told me his next move was his favorite. He spun onto his knees and slid up in my face before dropping his drawers.” I lower my eyes. 

“What,” Delly squeaked. “His pants?”

“It’s like Magic Mike,” Mags whispers.

I know the movie Mag’s is referring to. I’ve never seen it. “Yes.” 

“Was he naked-” Foxface began.

“-or was he wearing-” Annie cut Foxface off only to be cut off herself. 

“A G-String!” Greasy shouted excited.

I shook my head no. He wasn’t wearing anything, I can feel the heat burning my ears.

“Well don’t stop! What happened next!” Even Effie has lost her sense of propriety. 

“As I looked for an escape. It’s then I noticed  the poster on the wall, for the Slag Heap.” I pause and sigh, “Men’s Magic Friday Night Extravaganza, and Gloss was the headliner. I realized he’s a stripper.” 

And the place erupts in laughter. 

“What did you do?” Peeta asks.

My eyes connect with his.

“I slunk down to the floor and crawled my way out...drove to the hospital and made my sister administer a tetanus shot.”

 “Can I have his number?” Johanna says laughing but her eyes are dead serious. 

Peeta is smiling at me and I grab a cheese bun because they are as delicious as the man staring at me. 

Eventually we do get to the book, and it’s a pretty good discussion. Peeta let us stay until closing. Mags and Greasy are the last of the ladies to leave. It’s just me and Peeta since he let the staff go home. I’m loitering because I feel like I need to explain to Peeta why I let the ladies talk me into dating. 

I’m putting up the chairs on the tables when Peeta comes out. 

“You’re still here?”

“Yeah.” I look down at my feet.

“Katniss.”

“Peeta.” We both say at the same time, followed by a nervous chuckle.

“You first,” Peeta insists, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Dating wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn't?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shake my head. 

“So what happened?”

“The ladies, they got me a year long subscription for my birthday, and knowing I wouldn’t go through with it, they choose who I date...until I find someone,” I can feel the heat rising from my neck and reaching my cheeks, “I like.”

“Really?”

I nod, incapable of speaking.  I cannot stop watching the way he blinks, those darned translucent lashes that never tangle. 

“Dating is pretty brutal.”

“Yeah,” I snort because dating is horrible. 

“My family is constantly setting me up. I went out with a girl who sang through the entire meal. She chose the pasta and sang On Top of Spaghetti.”

“What?” I laugh.

“That was my dad’s doing. My mom’s choice was a lot scarier. She made me do an obstacle course and made me do it three times until I beat the time she wanted me to reach.”

“Wow.”

“I was dressed in dress slacks, a nice shirt, and a tie.” He deadpans, “I even had on dress shoes.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs. 

I couldn't help but smile. 

“Dating sucks until you find someone who makes you laugh, someone who makes dancing easy.”

He approaches or maybe it’s my own feet that carry me to him. But it doesn’t matter because when his arm slides along my waist, and the other cradles my hand, I have no fears. There is something familiar with him as I dance with him. A slow shuffle, that has the room spinning but none of it matters because I feel at home.

“Will you dance with me Katniss?” His voice rumbles in my ear and my heart is pounding in my chest.

His scent is a warm heady mixture of spices, dill, vanilla, and cinnamon. 

“Would you go out with me Katniss?”

“Yes,” I answer, and just like that my dating profile goes up in flames. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially off the market.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #everlarkbirthdaygifts #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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Happy birthday Jazz bb!!!! Remember to drink water and I hope you've had a good day so far 🥺

Thank you Mags!! Can I also wish you a belated birthday!? Happy birthday!!

#chats with jazz #kiiyomiis 🛸

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        Hello so I think it is not too late to post about my birthday and some part of my life for the past 25 years hehehe.

There are so many things I am thankful for.

I am somehow Thankful of the person I’ve become, everytime I remember all the things I’ve been through naiiyak nalang ako solid talaga yung problema na pinapasok ko.

I always choose my heart everytime but IDK why I am ending up hurting myself more. Madalas hindi ko na maalala yung mga maling desisyon ko sa buhay ko pero kapag naaalala ko I feel ashamed about it sobrang tanga ko.

Naalala ko yung hula saakin noon, “Batang bata pa ito, pero grabe na ang pagsubok na nangyari dito” parang may kirot sa puso ko na nasusuka ako na ewan nung sinabi nya iyon saakin. Natatawa nalang nga ako noong HS ako nung may nakakita ng palad ko kasi sobrang daming guhit sabi madami daw akong pagsubok hehehe totoo pala. So ayun tama na drama kwentohan ko lang kayo tungkol sa isip ko noon pag naging 25 na ako hahaha.

 Mag aasawa na ako pag 25 yrs old na ako

 May sarili na akong bahay, magandang trabaho at may kotse na ako

Napaayos ko na yung bahay namin para masarap ang pahinga ni Nanay at Tatay at mayroon na rin silang business hehe. 

Guess what, ITS A PRAAAANK hahaha. Wala pa sa nabanggit ang naabot ko, sobrang hirap sis hahaha. Pero masaya ako kung ano yung mayroon ako ngayon konting motivation pa mababalik ko na ulit yung Ambisyosang ako, yung pag sinabi ko magagawa kong tuparin para sa sarili ko. Nga pala, mayroon akong Goals nung 2018 ewan ko ba bakit ako nagsulat noon sobrang motivated ko talaga nung taon na yun pero nung mga kalahati na nagbago lahat hehehe. so ayun karamihan 2020 ko natupad yung mga Goals na yun hahaha. Sobrang babaw nun shet pero inilista ko yun sa mga pangarap ko hahahaha.

Salamat at mayroong Tumblr para sa mga gaya kong tamad na magsulat sa Notebook, isa pa pakielamera yung nanay ko baka basahin pa. ayun lang naman. Belated Happy Birthday Ezra!!