#have had to spend the last two with my sister’s boyfriend because of covid and there was no choice

[groovytimes]

Why is it considered wrong that I don’t want to be a third wheel on my own birthday?

#Personal Ramblings #have had to spend the last two with my sister’s boyfriend because of covid and there was no choice #but the year before that we went to dinner where he literally bought gifts for her that included jewellery and Fenty sliders #while I’m just sitting there not even wanting to be there in the first place with the only caveat being I got to take home most of the cake #I deserve some dignity on my birthday and I am more than entitled after grinning and bearing it for the last three years #the pitfalls of being a twin with someone with historical bad taste in boys and men

[butterflyintochains]

Schism

Another week in Whistler might just be the thing that finally does Joanna Blackwood in, her boyfriend is in Michigan with Quinn and his family. She loves her family, she really does, but good God they've been insufferable. Her parents have been their usual lovely selves, her niblings are just the best, but her three older siblings are annoying her. To make matters worse, Elias' new contract is still up in the air, and she has to hear about it from her siblings who don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Currently, Joanna is in her room in Blackwood Lodge, her brothers are out biking, her sisters are swimming at the lake. Bored senseless, she grabs her climbing stuff from her days out with the gang, and heads down to the climbing centre. She spends some time on some boulders, before tackling a lead wall, then heads home for some dinner. ''If you ask me, Benning is an idiot, letting these two dictate the discussion like this.'' Edward says.

Nicholas, ever the eldest Blackwood's lieutenant, nods. ''I know, he should just say; 'here's the offer, don't like it, tough shit'. It's what I'd do.''

Joanna feels the fire Elias stoked in her rising, but tries to freeze it back down, she's not called 'Ice Queen' for nothing. She scrolls through her instagram to keep herself busy. ''How do we know it's not just Elias and Quinn being greedy? Wanting more than they're due? It's not like either had a good season last year, is it?'' Her brother-in-law Matthew poses. Which is... simply untrue. Quinn led the team in assists. Elias was injured. And, the team got sick with covid. ''Besides, it's just business, right?'' Lucinda adds. Joanna fiddles with her ring, a topaz and emerald on yellow gold, Elias' most recent birthday gift to her. His ring, their stones, his love. ''You guys know I'm right here, don't you? The girlfriend of one Canuck and best friend of another?'' Edward laughs. ''Anna, you've been with him for two years.''

Joanna furrows her brows. ''And? We live together, I've met his family, we already know we're forever. So, what do you think gives you the right to speak about him like that? I'm going through this stress too, you know?''

Matthew asks, in disbelief. ''Really? How?'' Joanna simply states, because they made each other a promise. ''If he leaves, so do I.'' Nicholas scoffs. ''Oh, come on, sis. This city is your home.'' Lucinda says. ''There will be other guys, Anna.''

With this, Joanna rises, and books an early morning flight to Michigan. ''He's my home, my family, the love of my life. If the three of you can't understand that, I'm out. Mike, Kate, I'll text you tomorrow.'' She goes to pack up for the flight. In silence, she packs her car, and drives back into the city. Staying the night at home.

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Joanna books in for her flight to Detroit the next morning, goes through security. After a quick breakfast, Joanna gets on her flight, bound for her boyfriend. Perhaps she should've taken this holiday with him all along. She can't understand how her married older siblings can be so... dismissive of them.

She lands in Detroit late that afternoon, and orders an Uber to take her to Ann Arbor. The driver is called Peter, and he's really nice. ''What brings a BC girl to Michigan?'' He asks in the car.

Joanna says. ''My boyfriend is with friends here, I had a fallout with my family, so, here I am.'' After some time of driving, Peter asks her. ''Do you know where he is, Joanna?'' Joanna mentally kicks herself for the oversight. ''No, hang on.'' She texts Quinn.

Joanna Rose: Hey, Q, I'm in Ann Arbor, where are you guys rn? Huggy Bear: Really? We're at my parents' place. 45 Franklin Street, on the lake. Should I tell my mom to get a room ready? Joanna Rose: I already sleep with Elias, Q, we'll be okay.

She tells Peter the address, and he drops her off. She pays and tips him, thanking God for her trust fund. The house is lovely, a nice big lakehouse. All the hallmarks of a hockey family in the frontyard. She's dead tired, and knocks the door. Quinn lets her into the house, it's very cozy in here. ''This place is amazing, Q.'' She hugs him. He leads her through to the back patio, here she's finally reunited with her Elias. ''Hjartat, what... how...'' She leaps into his arms, he holds her tight. ''I've missed you so much.''

Elias kisses her neck. ''I've missed you too, alskling.'' Before the trio are joined, she tells them everything her siblings were saying over dinner last night. ''It just... hurt me so much... they were just insulting you as if I wasn't even there.''

Quinn is shocked. ''And 'there will be other guys'? Has Lucinda met you two? Hell, even Brock and I know you'll be married one day.'' Elias stares a hole in the oak planks beneath them. ''But, Anna, they're your family.''

Joanna takes his hands. ''So are you, and Quinn, and Brock, and Thatcher. You are my family, I choose you.'' Elias kisses her hands, and says. ''I choose you too.''

In time, Quinn's younger brothers - Jack and Luke join them. ''You must be Joanna, Petey loves gushing about you.'' Jack says. Joanna laughs, and relaxes into his arms. ''I can imagine.''

To her surprise, both Tkachuk brothers and their sister join them too. The group hang out, until Ellen Hughes sends them to bed. Joanna climbs into bed with Elias.

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Over the coming days, the group hang out as young people should. Quinn's family are super nice and welcoming. During breakfast on her fourth morning, she says to Jim and Ellen. ''Sorry for dropping in on you, Mr and Mrs Hughes, I've just missed Elias so much.'' Jim assures her. ''Don't apologize, dear, our door is always open to Quinn's friends. Quinn told us why you're here, I can't believe how insensitive your family have been.''

Ellen adds, backing her husband up. ''You and Elias live together, that sounds pretty permanent to me.'' Luke puts his plate in the dishwasher. ''I think they're jealous, Joanna, they all have normal spouses, you have a Canuck.''

Brady tips his juice glass to the youngest Hughes brother. ''Hear hear, Lukey.''

Joanna laughs, she finds that she rather likes Luke's honesty, reminds her of her younger sister. ''You'd get on so well with my little sister, Kate. She's seventeen, and does not hold back.''

Later that day, Elias and Quinn's new contracts arrive in the mail, and are signed before the group go down to the lake. Joanna has Taryn snap a picture of herself and Elias. Which goes onto her instagram.

@Joanna_Rose: Take this sinking ship, and point it home. We've still got time - Glen and Marketa. With my favourite person on Earth, I love you, Elias!

liked by: @_eliaspettersson, @_quinnhughes, @bboeser, and 250 others.

Replies:

@_eliaspettersson: Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now. My love, my light. I love you, Joanna.

@TessaKnight: Glad to see my bestie is happy with you, Elias! @NucksForever: Love looks good on you guys! @Canucks: Can't wait to have you guys home soon!

@bboeser: My two best friends, can't wait to see you two again.

@Elianna4Ever: Our beloveds! And the Once lyrics are everything, Glen and Marketa are iconic for that song.

@Joanna_Rose: Yeah, we watched Once ages ago, and Falling Slowly is just... the most impactful song I've heard in my life. Glad you stan us, because we certainly do.

@BelieveInBlue: Wait, Joanna is in Michigan with the boys?? Holy shit!

@Joanna_Rose: Yeah, had some family drama, and Elias is my safe space, so... here I am! The Hughes fam are awesome, the Tkachuks are chaotic, but that's fine.

The holiday is healing for her, after the fallout with her family, which will probably not be resolved this side of all star break, she savours this precious time off with the love of her life.

#hockey rpf #vancouver canucks #elias pettersson x oc

[paradoxesofgalaxies]

Long vent about my sister-in-law's wedding

My sister-in-law's wedding is about 2 weeks away and I'm so stressed. Since our mental break about 4 years ago, we've had pretty limited contact with the world outside our home. It's improved slightly since moving back out of my parent's, but my world is still pretty small. I had just started to feel ready to try socializing again when the pandemic hit making it unsafe to go out and meet new people. So the list of people I interact with on a regular basis can be counted on my fingers (and most of them are my husband's family members).

But this is going to be a pretty big event. I don't know the actual headcount, but my husband's family is huge. His dad is one of 5 and his mom has many siblings and half siblings who are all pretty close. If all of his family were to come it would easily be over 100 people before even getting to the grooms family or any of their friends. I know it won't be the whole family attending, but still. It's gonna be a lot of people.

It's also going to be a long day. Last I heard we're meeting at the parents' to start getting ready around 11 am (husband is a groomsman). And the ceremony is at 4 and then I have no idea how long the reception will be. Regardless, it will be the longest I've been out of the house in years. Typically, I can only get through two or three hours at a time before I need to go rest. Though at least while everyone's getting ready I'll be able to lay down on a couch or something. But it's gonna be a lot.

And then there's having to wear a mask for such a long time. I think I need to see if I can order a more comfortable mask that would get here in time because the n95s I currently use put too much pressure on my upper vertebrae which can lead to migraines.

Also, my main method of pain management is smoking weed which isn't really going to be an option for most of the day. Maybe I can get my hands on some gummies or something beforehand. Or a vape or tincture or something. Anything more discreet than smoking it. Cuz I'm gonna need something to manage the pain. Especially since I agreed to watch my 4 niblings during the reception (the bride is already planning for the most likely scenario in which her sister (who is the kid's mother) and her boyfriend are going to get trashed and ignore their kids so I offered to keep an eye on them bc it will be a great buffer between me and everyone else. I'm much more comfortable interacting with the kids)

Then there's the massive dysphoria we talked about earlier. I hate how large my chest is (38H or J last time we measured). No matter what I've tried, binding isn't enough to create a masculine silhouette. I wear baggy shirts most of the time to ignore it (plus I spend so much of my time alone that it's easier to deal with cuz I'm not being perceived). But dress clothes make it so obvious. Especially since they can't be too baggy or I'll look ridiculous.

So yeah, we're pretty stressed about all this. And I barely even touched on the COVID of it all. *muffled screams* I don't want to do this

#galactic gab #vent tw

[acidicstars28]

I'm seriously starting to hate the holidays.

WARNING LONG Long Story: My selfish ass mother gave my twin sister and I, Covid a week before our birthday and Christmas. She got Covid going to a Christmas party with like 40 of her trashy ass always intoxicated friends. She refused to isolate in her room and refused to wear a mask in public areas of the house after she tested positive, even though it's not her fucking house. She literally basically freeloads off my 87 year old grandfather and has for as long as I have been alive which is 31 years as of the 23rd. Any way... my sister recently had to move back in with my mom and grandpa, because her dirt bag partner of 10 years cheated on her with a coworker and they have to sell their house. So I went over there last Saturday to bake Christmas cookies with my sister to try and cheer her up and I'm suprised to see my mom there cause usually she's out drinking with her gross boyfriend on the weekends but you know it was noon so maybe she was leaving later. Fast forward to 9pm and my sister and I are just finishing up decorating the last batch of cookies. My husband made a cameo to pick me up and got roped into helping decorate and do dishes after he got out of work. So we finish cleanup and go home and then my sister texts me.

I SHIT YOU NOT, We're not even half way home when she texts saying "By the way, our mom JUST (like 5 to 15ish minutes after my husband and I left) told me she tested positive for Covid yesterday (friday), which is why she didn't go to her fucking boyfriends house. Now I am super confused and getting a bit angry at this because my mother sat around the house all fucking day, put her fingers and face near the food and the cookies we made, and GAVE to people, hovered in the kitchen and was just all up in our business all day, with no mask fully knowing she had Covid and not telling amyone. My grandfather didn't even know. She didn't care that two of her kids, one who is immunocompromised (me) and one who is literally 2 months out from a devestating break up (and now has to spend her first birthday and Christmas without a partner in 10 years alone in our childhood bedroom, isolating so she doesn't get my grandfather sick).

I can't even be with her because I have to isolate at home (immunocomp) by doctors orders. And I just feel so fucking angry and helpless because I can't be with my sister on days where she's going to really need me (and my husband, story for another time). Because my mom is a selfish bitch.

I mean she's always been a toxic narcissist but this just is a new fucking low even for her. No care in the world for me, for my sister or for my grandfather at all. BUUUTTT as long as she could spare her precious boyfriend who is in perfect physical health (and also ALREADY HAD FUCKING COVID) from getting sick it didn't matter.

😮‍💨 I now get to spend the third birthday in a row, practically alone because of her and her fucked decision. My husband has to work most of the day too, since you know retail 2 days before Christmas. Before that gets any judgement, he's masked up and testing every morning. His immune system is way better than mine and he doesn't even have a sniffle, the lucky bastard.

It is wrong of me to absolutley HATE my mother right now? Like my sister and I had a ton of plans for this weekend. She wanted to keep busy to keep her mind off the other things going on her life. And because the last 2 birthdays we've had sucked ass. She had covid 2 years ago and I was in the middle of a severe depressive spiral. And then last year we got hit with a fucking massive blizzard. But also now I have to miss a shit load of work 5 days before Christmas and I don't have any PTO left. I just feel like my mom and her shit has completely drained every thing, I have left in me for the year. Not to mention I am so sick that everything in the world sucks right now.

I feel bad for ranting, but also really needed to get that off my chest before I go nuclear on my mother through very angry texts. I would call and yell but I have no voice and my husband has been trying to get me to not immedietly chose violence all the time.

Ugh okay. I'm fucking done now. I hope your holidays are better than mine.

#toxic parents #fuck the holidays #trigger warning: toxic parents #this is just a rant #you don't have to read this #covid #pleasekillme #depressing shit #sorry for being depressing

[poedameronloverx]

A New Way Of Life

Life In Lockdown Series Masterlist

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary - As the reality of working from home sets in, you and your friends have to learn to work around one another, whilst also finding things to relax you to make evenings with your friends a lot of fun.

Warnings - Mentions of covid

Word Count - 2090

Week 1 – March 2020

The first few days of lockdown were a challenge. Trying to get in touch with people from work was proving more difficult than you’d first thought. You were getting easily distracted as well. BeeBee spent his time going between Poe in the dining room and you in the living room, the open plan nature basically making it a massive room for him to wander around in. Anytime he came near you, you couldn’t resist picking him up for snuggles. Poe was a distraction too, he liked to sing to himself as he worked and the sound of his voice was distracting you from whatever work you were doing. After reading the same line of an email 4 times you decided to take a break, you headed to the kitchen and started up the coffee machine. BeeBee followed you, deciding to have his own drink break with his bowl of water. Rose appeared in the kitchen whilst you were waiting for your coffee to be done.

“How’s it going?” she asked

“It’s a lot more challenging than I thought. Everything is distracting me!”

“Me too” she replied “And most people aren’t picking up calls today because they’ve all obviously had to close their offices as well”

“I can’t get hold of management” you replied “And BeeBee keeps wanting attention and he’s so cute I always give in! We should put a smart watch on him. He’s probably done 10000 steps walking between Poe and I”

“How’s Poe as a colleague?”

“Distracting, he keeps singing”

“He’s a good singer, could be worse” Rose chuckled

“Yeah he’s great but my mind just hears singing and thinks it’s done with work” you replied “Have you heard anything from Finn?”

“No, the doors been closed all morning. I don’t think he even came out for a break”

“Hopefully it’s going alright for him”

“Why don’t we do something tonight” Rose said “We’re all having weird days so maybe we could plan fun things in the evenings”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Movie night tonight” she replied “We can make dinner then watch a bunch of movies. We can plan other things for other evenings”

“I’m in” you replied “It’ll be nice to have something to look forward to”

“What are we looking forward to?” Poe asked as he joined you in the kitchen

“Oh, Rose was just saying we should plan fun things to do in the evenings, starting with movie night tonight”

“Sounds great. This working remotely thing is really not fun”

“BeeBee likes it” you smiled “He’s enjoying going between us”

“Well as long as the best boy is happy then we all are” Poe chuckled, leaning down to scoop the dog into his arms “You’re the best little buddy aren’t you”

“So cute!” Rose whispered

Rose’s idea for a movie night was just what everyone needed after the first day of the strange new reality the world found itself in. The 4 of you picked a movie each, the genres ranged from musicals, to Disney, to action and finally horror. You didn’t hate horror movies but they would never be your first choice. BeeBee who had taken residence in your lap for movie night suddenly found himself being hugged a lot tighter than previously. Rose and Finn were sat on one sofa all cuddled up, Rose had a blanket over her head and Finn was chuckling at her anytime she jumped at the scares from the movie. Poe and you were sat on the opposite side of the room. A blanket covered your legs, which were crossed underneath you. Poe was stretched out, his feet hanging off the end of the sofa and his head rested on a pillow a few inches away from you. He sat up when you jumped at one particularly bad jump scare.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispered

“Just not really my kind of movie” you replied

“Me neither, but Finn loves them so I’ve got used to them! I can hold your hand if you want”

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine. It’s just a stupid movie right?”

“Right” Poe smiled, he sat up and moved closer to you “Just incase anyone tries to grab you, I’ll not let them”

The sun decided to make an appearance on the 3rd and 4th days of lockdown. It wasn't tropical temperatures or anything but you could get away with being in the garden as long as you had a hoodie on. Rose was completely snowed under at work and you rarely saw Finn apart from lunch. Poe’s boss had taken pity on them all after a stressful few days and given them the Friday as a day off. You could see him sat in the garden with BeeBee whilst you worked. It was approaching 12.00 and you were slowly losing the will to live. You managed to push through until 1pm when you were ready for lunch. Your boss emailed to give everyone the afternoon off so you made your lunch, pulled a hoodie on and headed out to the garden to join Poe. As soon as the sun hit your skin, you instantly felt relaxed. It had been a strange week and you were grateful to be able to start your weekend a few hours early. You grabbed one of the garden chairs and moved it over next to Poe.

“Happy weekend” he said as you sat down

“It’s been the weirdest week in the entire world. I’m so glad we made it to the weekend”

“Me too, and I’m really glad you got an early finish. Bee isn’t the best conversation holder” he winked

“He’s cute though, he gets points for that at least!”

“That goes without saying”

The dog must’ve known he was being spoken about. He got up from his place in the shade to come and get some attention.

“Wanna take him a walk with me later?” Poe asked “The ice cream kiosk in the park is open, we could get something there, and it would be nice to have some company”

“Yeah, that sounds good”

Finn and Rose were still upstairs working when it came time for BeeBee’s walk. You texted Rose to tell her you’d gone with Poe. The park was beautiful in the sun, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually visited it. It was only a 10 minute walk away from the house but you didn't really have a reason to go to it. There were families out on walks, people on their own, people with dogs. Everyone was out enjoying the weather and taking their one form of daily outdoor exercise. You chuckled as BeeBee tried to make friends with every other dog and human he came across, his little tail wagging the entire time. Poe led you over to the ice cream kiosk he had mentioned; there was a long socially distanced queue.

“You keep an eye on Bee and I’ll get us some ice cream” he smiled “There’s a bench just round the back of this kiosk, nobody ever sits at it but it’s at a really good bit for Bee to run around. I’ll come and get you once I get the ice cream”

You nodded and made your way round to the bench Poe had mentioned. Like he said, the area was quiet; there was one woman with a dog that you’d seen earlier on, BeeBee and her dog had sniffed one another when you'd walked passed her just after walking into the park. You took the ball you’d lifted before leaving the house out of your pocket and threw it for the little dog. He happily chased after it, always bringing it back. He set it down for a second to talk to the woman who was stood at the other side of the grass, her dog spotted it’s opportunity and grabbed it. The woman chased after her dog and eventually got the ball back. She walked over to the bench and stood far enough away from where you were, but close enough to lay the ball down.

“Sorry about that, he’s terrible for stealing from other dogs”

You chuckled “It’s not a problem, it’s this ones fault for trying to be too sociable”

She smiled “Your dog is so cute!”

“He is cute, but sadly he’s not mine. I have to give him back”

“Ah, he’s your boyfriends. The guy you were walking with earlier”

You could feel yourself blushing “Em, yeah he belongs to him, but he’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend and lockdown house mate”

“Oh, I’m sorry I just assumed” she replied “You guys looked liked a super cute couple  when I spotted you earlier”

“It’s fine” you replied with a shrug.

You wished he was your boyfriend, you’d had a crush on the man since the first day you met him. The two of you had clicked right away when Ben had introduced you. Him and Poe had been classmates that didn’t keep in touch, you vaguely remembered seeing Poe at your brothers birthday parties when you were kids but nobody paid you much attention back then because they were all older and you were the annoying little sister of their friend. Poe and Ben had met back up again when Ben became a client of Poe’s work. You were introduced to Poe when Ben and Rey got engaged and had a party. You’d later found out you had a mutual friend in Finn and the 3 of you started to hang out. You’d known Finn since high school, you never went to the same school but you both had a part time job at a local café. Finding out Poe was Finn’s best friend and roommate made you re-connect with Finn. You’d kept in touch on social media for years but didn’t really spend a lot of time together so through Poe that all changed. When you’d introduced Finn and Rose it had been love at first sight. The 4 of you could be found hanging out on a regular basis; everyone always assumed it was a double date because of how close you and Poe were. He was a touchy, feely guy. He would often be found with his arm round your shoulders, his hand on your back when you were walking anywhere with him. You loved it but also hated it because you always wanted more. The reason you had never mentioned anything was because you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same and you didn’t want such a good friendship to fall apart if you told him and made things awkward. Rose knew, but she promised she wouldn't tell Poe.

BeeBee and the other dog went back to playing together and the woman wandered back to where she had originally been stood. You took a few photos on your phone and uploaded them to social media. Everyone needed a boost during the weird times you were in and you thought there was no better way to cheer people up than photos of cute dogs. After what felt like hours, Poe finally came to join you. He handed you a small tub of ice cream and a slushie.

“Man are they busy” he said, flopping down next to you on the bench “Did Bee behave?”

“He did, that dog he’s playing with stole his ball but they’re on friendly terms now”

“That’s good news” Poe chuckled

The two of you sat and enjoyed your ice creams, the weather and one another’s company. When you were ready to head back home Poe phoned Finn, the local takeaways were open for delivery and Poe decided it was too nice a night for anyone to be cooking. The evening was spent eating as much pizza as you could and watching videos on YouTube. Finn was really into the ones exploring abandoned places and you all fell down a rabbit hole of watching video after video. Rose fell asleep first, and you soon followed. Eventually leaning over and falling onto Poe’s shoulder. Poe and Finn smiled at one another. You had all survived a crazy week, you’d had to adapt to an all new way of life and there had been some hiccups but overall you’d all coped. You were thankfully all healthy, and you had good company and were surrounded by your best friends. Life was far from perfect but both of them knew that things could be a lot worse, and that worldwide things would get worse before they improved.

So once again please let me know what you thought, I want to get better as a writer and I can only do that with your help. Thank you for all of the kind comments one the last part, they really made me smile! <3

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x f!reader #tw: covid 19 #tw: covid #poe dameron x solo!reader

[hoochy-coo]

“Wait sorry, why is the common assumption that H and O aren’t serious? Genuinely curious as I agree with the anon that pointed out how much time they’re spending together and how she obviously brings the kids around him and stays with him a lot, I feel like you wouldn’t do that with someone you’re just shagging? His family is also constantly liking photos of her and she’s doing the same, they never did that with Kendall or any of his other casual flings, just Camille. Although I do think they’re definitely doing PR as well so I’m not on the one side or other boat!”

*cracks knuckles* let’s dissect this, clearing something up, the kids have not been brought around harry. cant reveal my sources but #1 thing i been told is that jason does not want harry anywhere near the kids. that’s been pretty obvious since every shot of olivia and harry together has been just them alone and while in the UK they were only pictured outside his town and not where she was staying. only time he was on her side of town was on her last day in the uk and he only walked her home and dipped to a park, few people witnessed that.

his family / only his sister gemma follows her and likes her stuff here and there. i actually do like gemma but a lot of people in the fandom find her to be clout chasing but she really did only follow O only when she posted a thank you to harry on IG, not even when the wedding pap dating announcement happened which was a whole month or so later. they also did not hangout IRL because harry’s family were dumb safe over covid and didn’t even see each other for the past year until they all got fully vaccinated last month for the first time and olivia didn’t get vaxxed til two weeks ago.

the whole “relationship” is pretty weird since harry is always pretty private but for some reason, if they’re not pictured together, there is ALWAYS some connection or hint or papped photo article of and from olivia that connects to harry every other day. no joke. it’s so fucking weird.

and this whole italy thing, she told her covid tester where she was going when clearly she is olivia wilde, the tester definitely knows who she is, the ‘famous’ actress woman who broke her family up to “date” rockstar harry styles. like HUHHH? you’re going to tell a stranger your vaycay whereabout plans with your globally famous boyfriend? of course that would spread like wildfire —- she did that shit on purpose for people to stalk them and document to keep this whole story continue to get constantly talked about. which is gross on top of that since she really does have a stalker irl and had to file a restraining order against him. hope this helps !

I completely forgot to post this, sorry x

[oboevallis]

after watching the episode I was thinking if maybe u could write one about Amelink with scout their first days at home and the baby crying all night and not letting anyone sleep thank u

two cakes

thank you so much for the prompt!!! i hope everyone’s staying safe and doing well just realized i didn’t follow the prompt whatsoever i am so sorry!!!

“Meredith’s gonna kick us out isn’t she?” Link nervously asked as he watched his girlfriend paced with their newborn baby.

“She’s not going to kick us out.” Amelia said, stress evident in her voice.

“Of course she’s going to kick us out, her kids aren’t getting any sleep, Maggie’s not getting any sleep, she’s not getting any sleep, and we’re not getting any sleep.” Link uncharacteristically ranted.

“Link, I don’t know if you’ve watched the news recently but Seattle’s just got the country’s first Covid-19 case. Merediths obviously going to be a superhero and is going to be doing research and helping, so someone’s going to have to watch her kids. And that someone is going to be us.”

“Hopefully it’ll be fine, we’re quarantining and taking precautions. This thing will just breeze over.” Link optimistically stated, trying to keep a smile even though he didn’t entirely believe what he was saying.

“We may be doing these things, but other people aren’t.” The tired mother passed the crying baby to her boyfriend. “Here, take him.”

“We’re never going to sleep ever again are we?”

“No.” Amelia sighed as she rubbed her temples. The door then abruptly opened to reveal a disheveled Meredith. “Ugh, Meredith we’re so sorry.” The general surgeon then took the baby from the mans arms and maneuvered him so he was on his tummy leaning against her arm rubbing his back, ceasing his wailing into whimpers.

“I hate you Meredith.” Amelia groaned as she fell back on the bed.

“How’d you do that?” Link asked in disbelief as his son started to drift of to sleep in his aunts arms.

“In surgery if a certain angle doesn’t allow access, you rotate to another position.” Meredith then carefully lowered the baby into his crib.

“Thank you Meredith.” Amelia sighed in relief, as she watched the baby’s chest lower and rise rhythmically. “I really owe you.”

“You don’t owe me. You’ve been watching my kids for the longest time.” Amelia chuckled in agreement, Meredith watched the baby along with Amelia. “It’s so worth it though. For that baby smell, and their fingers, and their little smiles.”

“It really is.”

“How’s he holding up?” Meredith nodded over to Link who was already passed out.

“Ehh, he’s okay. He’s not really used to all the kids, and being locked on the house doesn’t help much.”

“He’s always been so great with the kids though.” Meredith was surprised to hear this.

“It’s different when it’s your kid I guess . I mean, I always knew what Ellis needed when she’d cry, but with Scout I just can’t tell.”

“You’ll figure it out, it just takes time.”

“I know.” Amelia sighed, her sister placing her hand on Amelias calf rubbing it affectionately.

“I have no idea what to do for Baileys birthday.”

“Yeah, can’t really throw a party.”

“And no ones in a partying mood.”

“Maybe just ask him what he wants? We’ll go from there.”

“And I’ll have Maggie make him his favorite lasagna.”

“It’ll be nothing like last years superhero party, but we’ll still make sure he has a great time.”

“Maybe we can get that boyfriend of yours to watch some marvel movies with him, no one else on this house can stand them.” Meredith chuckled as she stood up. “Well I’m going to sleep before that wailer of yours wakes everyone up again.”

“I’m sorry.” Amelia apologized as she pulled the covers over herself.

“Don’t be.” Meredith shook her head as she quietly closed the door.

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Bailey walked into the kitchen and sighed, everyone was sulking around. And he was tired of it, he just wanted to laugh. Hoping the baby could cheer him up he walked into the living room where his uncle was pacing around with the baby.

“Hey uncle Link.”

“Hey, what’s up almost birthday boy.”

“Nothing.” Bailey sighed plopping down in the couch.

“Yeah, it’s kind of boring huh?” The boy nodded in agreement. The boys mother than walked into the room and wrapped her arm around her son.

“What would you like for your birthday?” Meredith asked, wiping a piece of hair from her sons face. The boy contemplated for a minute before he formulated an idea.

“A cake.”

“Well of course there’ll be a cake.” Meredith chuckled.

“No, like just a cake for me.” The boy smiled.

“A whole cake?” The boy nodded vigorously in excitement. “Well alright then.”

“Thanks mommy.” The boy wrapped his arms around his mother’s neck.

“And you’re gonna bake this cake?” Link asked, trying to contain his laugh as he paced around.

“Of course not.” Meredith laughed, the man had obviously not caught onto how the house worked. “I’ll get Maggie to do that.”

“Of course.” Link laughed.

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The downstairs illuminated from the light from the kitchen, Maggie was baking while the two other woman watched. Silence lulled over the room, Bailey had just announced that all doctors living with others should book a hotel room to protect their families.

“I guess we should talk about Baileys email.” Maggie concluded as she stirred the cake batter. Meredith nodded in agreement, Amelia already anticipated what was going to be asked of her and Link.

“I absolutely hate to ask Amelia, especially since you and Link are handling a newborn in a pandemic no less. I just can’t leave my kids with a nanny, they trust you guys.”

“We totally understand. We’ve talked about this a bit.” Amelia nodded, fiddling with her tea bag.

“This is gonna be the last celebration I have with the kids for the foreseeable future.” Meredith sighed, obviously distraught.

“As much as I hate cooking this could be the last time in awhile where I’m actually making food.” Maggie realized, slowing her stirring to contemplate, all of her meals were going to be take out and the dreaded hospital food.

“We just gotta keep smiling.” Amelia didn’t want the last time in Maggie and Meredith could spend time with the kids, for a sad aura in the air. For the kids sake, but also her own.

“Hey, why do you think Bailey wanted his own cake?” Maggie asked as she separated the batter into two pans.

“Bailey hasn’t always been the best sharer.” Meredith smirked think back to all the fights he’d have with his sisters, making her sad that she’d be missing the chance to remediate many fights with her children. “It’s been what? Two weeks since Scout has come home, and Bailey has already hidden all of his dinosaur toys.”

“He hasn’t been as bad as Ellis though.” Maggie reminded to the incident last night where Scout was wailing and Ellis was sobbing, tightly holding onto her aunts legs as she was occupied with her baby.

“She’s not accustomed to not being the baby of the house.”

“Being the baby of the family is overrated.” Amelia said.

“Cant relate.” Meredith and Maggie said in sync, though they were sisters they had experienced their childhoods as only children.

“Hey, Maggie?” Amelia asked, recalling a question she had where she has never followed up. “Remember when we were in the scan room and you said you were to busy sexting it up with Winston? Who is that?”

“Oh.” Maggie giggled, trying to conceal her blush. “Just some guy.”

“You had sex at a conference with a random guy?” Meredith chuckled in disbelief.

“Not random, he was one of my students back at Tufts. We reconnected and had an amazing time, that’s all. I’m in Seattle and he’s in Boston, and there’s a global pandemic so it’s not going anywhere.”

“That’s what I said about Link.” Amelia sang in a song songy way. “And now we have a baby.”

“It really is nothing.” The youngest dismissed as she placed the cake pans into the oven.

“It’s obviously something.” Amelia said as she lowered herself down onto the couch, her sisters following in tow. Between the pandemic and the newborn the sisters hadn’t gotten much sleep.

“I’ve never fallen in love so quickly with someone.”

“Wow, it took you a long time to even admit you liked Jackson.” Meredith pointed out.

“It’s just different.”

“It’s always different when it’s the right one.” Meredith sighed, Amelia nodded in agreement trying to contain her smile.

“Links the one huh?” Maggie asked.

“He definitely is.” The sisters sat in a content silence, no kids were begging for attention and they blocked out the thoughts of a global pandemic. The timer on the oven the beeped loudly and Maggie jumped up before it could wake any of the sleeping children. As Maggie iced the cakes Meredith turned the news on damping the mood again, nighttime was the only time they could find out what was going on in the world because Zola was too smart for her own good and catch on quickly to the severity of the issue.

“It’s going to be okay.” Amelia concluded, trying her best to obtain her boyfriends optimism.

“It’s going to be okay.” Maggie smiled as she looked at the finished product of her cakes, the one for Bailey and the one for everyone else. “I have to say this is one of my favorite cakes I’ve decorated so far.”

“It’s definitely your best.” Meredith whispered in content, basking in the silence as her sister had turned off the TV. Cries then interrupted the peace, causing Amelia to say her good nights and tend to the crying baby.

“It’s going to be okay.” Maggie whispered to herself as Meredith also made her way upstairs. She placed the cakes into the fridge, and hoped tomorrow would be a happy day for Bailey despite the world being in shambles.

#amelia shepherd #amelink #atticus lincoln #baby amelink #greys anatomy #greysanatomy #greys fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic #maggie pierce #meredith grey #scout lincoln #bailey shepherd #zola shepherd #ellis shepherd

[aleatoryalarmalligator]

I’m copy pasting this somewhat from a letter I wrote to my friend earlier this evening. It is pretty concise as to what is happening with my mother thus far.

The last few days have been very worrying. My mother’s condition with covid got worse. She’s nauseated and deliriously ill and struggling to breath. She was sent back to the hospital four days after they released her. They released her because the beds are filling up so fast, not because she was better.

She tried to go to four different hospitals but they had no room. Eventually she was ambulance driven to a hospital in a rural town fifty miles away. It was a nicer hospital and the staff took more care of her but her situation became even more dire. She has double pneumonia delta variant covid. Two days ago Allison and I called her and god she sounded horrid. She whimpered in agony to talk. She was horribly sorry that she didn’t get the vaccine. I looked it up online and she has a 40% survival rate. We have been devastated. The sick idea of her suffering in the hospital alone is disgusting. She’s not even sixty yet. Every breath is a struggle. At night the doctors spend several hours trying to fix her oxygen.

I’m heartbroken and sick with worry. I go between being numb and sobbing and feeling helpless. She’s suffering. I may never speak to her again. I don’t know how to contextually articulate what that means to my existence but it changes everything. Even if she gets better, I will never be the same. She was part of who I am even when we weren’t close.

Today they emergency flew her to Boise to be on a ventilator. Allison messaged me at work and I fell apart and had to leave. They’ve covered my shifts for this weekend. I sobbed outside until Allison and Eddison came and got me. Happy oblivious people in close quarters looked at me strangely from a completely different reality where covid is merely a year old concept they loosely take seriously. The only bright thing I can say is that her being on a ventilator is actually good news in her situation, not bad. I mean, it’s horrible. But the fact that they gave her one when Idaho has run out is more fortunate news. It means she’s lucky to have that.

Her breathing is stabilized. She still may die. They have a better understanding of how to treat covid than they did last year. I’m trying to stay positive. I love my mom. Hell despite everything I really like her. I just want five to ten more good years with her. I’m writing this in a semi composed way, but I’m not really composed. I’m absolutely unable to focus on much else. The world is just never going to ‘go back’.

Other hideous news is that my grandma Marie, which you may vaguely remember from my life story, and her boyfriend Foreman are both deathly ill of covid. I was very close to her in my late teens and early twenties. He’s a fanatic conspiracy theorist. He believes all the Alex Jones nonsense. They were getting sicker and sicker and when my grandma tried to get better he physically prevented her and yelled at her for trying to get medical help. Maria found out and called an ambulance anyway, which they gave her oxygen and sent her home. She was angered and resentful and when she got back Foreman took half her oxygen for himself. I have no idea how oxygen works or how they take it in, but I will accept what I’m being told.

I really don’t like him and he’s very cult like. He’s someone who is harmless in certain contexts but has the potential for doing great damage and evil mindlessly when the opportunity would arise. My grandma and foreman are now so sick that they can’t move. Their organs are shutting down. They have decided to die together. I half don’t believe this was my grandma’s true will as she was adamantly trying to seek help early on. When they sent her home she gave up. I’m sure hearing about my mother’s condition had broken her spirit also. They have defacated and have feces all over themselves coming off the bed. My sister Maria is trying to take care of them but it’s hard.

David has bronchitis. He’s going to be okay but this whole thing is horrible. He’s focusing on niche news and political topics, and i worry about how his obsession and focus is largely on moral outrage. He’s not a conservative but i see this inhinged need to be angry at ‘a side’. He hates communism and pretty much accused a political people of communism.

My grandma gave into white nationalism and science denial and racism and hate during the end of her life. It started when Obama was first running. I think it gave her something to live for and believe in. Though the potential for hatred and prejudice was in her system she gave into something and it kind of warped her into something that made me want to avoid her, even when I knew and loved her dearly deep down. She was a multitude of people in her time and she was also a very good person in many ways with a limited understanding of the world around her. She had a hard battle to find independence. She’s a victim of what happens when children don’t get hugs.

Old age and loneliness made her open to Fox News and worse. Overtime it made her resent and hate an imaginary enemy every day. Anger and fear that she never coped with distorted her ability to be open. I’m sorry it’s ending this way. She deserves so much more dignity. I know a better side to her and it cuts me to think of her right now wheezing and dying in that manner. She’s very old and I was willing to accept her death. But this is a whole other level of disturbing and sad. She doesn’t deserve to die covered in feces alone. It makes me want to puke.

I’m kind of mad at Maria and her kids because they brought covid to the house and to my grandma. It was to ask for food and gas money. They knew they had covid and didn’t say anything. Now Maria is remorseful and trying to take care of everyone. I’m not actually mad at her. She’s got to be suffering horribly. This is one of the ugliest times in my entire life.

There is nothing anyone can say. I’m disgusted at politicians who politicized this and made people afraid to get vaccinated. They have blood on their hands and they don’t care as they misguide their voter base into death. Even conservatives in other countries aren’t creating myths about covid to create rifts between parties. My mother is a sweet person. She isn’t really good with critical thinking and wasn’t able to access the truth with logic. She’s gullible and childlike. She was fooled. Which was that she was high risk and needed to get vaccinated.

Anyway, there isn’t much else to say. I hope you are staying safe wherever you are. Hold your loved ones close and don’t forget to appreciate the time we have with those people.

[anastasiapullingteeth]

Thirty, Flirty and... Thriving?: An Aro (Short) Story

How does it feel to be 30 and a perma-single aro surrounded by people in romantic relationships? It's not as funny as it sounds. (Warning for general negative thoughts).

1990 doesn’t seem so far away, but, in reality, three decades have passed since then. That year, the Human Genome Project officially began, the Hubble Space Telescope was launched, the first web server was created, the World Wide Web was funded and the first content web search engine was introduced. That was also the year the official demolition of the Berlin Wall began and when the first episode of Twin Peaks aired. 1990 is also the year I was born.

Thirty years are a lot and that’s exactly the amount of time I’ve been alive (biologically, not mentally and certainly not emotionally. Those have felt like twice as long). Since 1990, I’ve seen the economic crisis in my country, the devaluation of our national currency, protests and rallies, some of which I was part of when I was only 7 years old.

I saw our football team winning a gold medal at the Olympics, the rise and fall of pop punk music, the evolution from walkman to discman to mp3 player to streaming. I’ve owned Beta videotapes, DVD’s and a Netflix subscription. I was there when the first Spider-Man movie premiered in 2002 and I’m still here after our third live-action Peter Parker on the big screen (Andrew Garfield is the best, by the way. You can’t change my mind).

I got a college degree, I’ve traveled to another country, attended four music festivals, learned a language different than mine, written 40 fanfics from start to finish, changed jobs, successfully moderated a blog for four years and, currently, I’m taking care of my mom. I got through the influenza pandemic in 2009 and I’m now trying to survive the COVID-19 pandemic. I’ve made friends, I’ve lost friends and, this year, I said goodbye to the last of my grandparents. I could’ve probably done more, but I’d said it’s been an eventful life; however, compared to what other people around me have done, it seems like nothing.

In the last six years, my sister moved in with her boyfriend, two of my friends got married and two others had babies —those last two points only in the span of three years. Everyone in my inner circle has settled down except me and I can’t help but to feel betrayed by a generation that promised me we were going to be different, that we weren’t going to settle for normal, that we were going to be a revolution.

All these promises of long-lasting and committed friendships were forgotten once adulthood fully hit us and all the expectations about family and kids were hot on our heels. It was then when they began to cancel plans, when the texts became scarcer and meeting twice a year was considered almost an excess.

“True friendships are those in which you can spend years without talking, but still love each other as if nothing had happened”… Do we really have to be satisfied with that?

I know it’s not fair to blame them for choosing a life that doesn’t include me in the way I’d like, after all they maintain other friendships just fine, but then I wonder if it’s really a me problem or if it’s a circumstantial problem.

Is this a consequence of my inability to form long term relationships of any kind or it’s just that I can’t relate to them anymore for lack of shared experiences? Because here’s the thing: me being aromantic actively makes my relationships different from others. Not stronger, not better and not purer; just different.

When you’re 30, aromantic and perma-single, maybe you can talk with your allo friends about your jobs, but you can’t talk about dinner with your mother-in-law. You can talk about not making ends meet, but you can’t talk about the baby’s first words. You can empathize, you can be happy for them, but you can’t truly relate.

You become a listener and not an avid participant, and that breach between you and your friends turns you into someone who lives on the margins (to borrow Hannah Gadsby’s wise words) with little to nothing to share in a world that prioritizes the impossible dream of the nuclear family.

How many conversations about the latest episode of your favorite tv show can you maintain when there’s more important things to talk about, like the husband who’s looking for a house he can pay for with his new raise? How many times can you attempt to talk about random things before the conversation drifts to the baby that hasn’t stopped crying since his teeth started to erupt?

How much of this disconnection can you keep ignoring before you realize there’s nothing keeping you together?

It’s not that what you care about doesn’t matter, but when the world is so strongly ruled by the amatonormative idea of companionship, it is difficult to relate to something that’s not relevant to you.

Your life suddenly feels meaningless and, for some, it really is. You are stuck.

My life, as an aro person in a country that’s generally quite closed-minded, is different. For me, there’s no one I can consider a partner for life. My goals aren't focused on marriage or motherhood, or anything remotly close to what society considers normal. This is when the challenge to celebrate my own victories appears, because they're not what people expect of me.

At 30, it's not enough to have some success at something you love; what good is it when you have no one to share it with? And you start to be too old for the many other things you want: Too old for friends, too old for fun, too old for new experiences, too old not to have figure out life already. Too old to find someone that feels the way you do.

Am I asking too much? How do you know what the limit is when the rules were specifically designed to exclude people like you? Who gives you the guideline to communicate your emotional needs effectively without them being dismissed? How similar to them do we have to be to be included?

The goal is, then, to learn how to recognize my own value, despite following a path no one else seems too fond of. It's saying "It's great your kid has taken his first steps. I've finally made some progress on that story I've been working on for six months" or "Jeez, it's fantastic you went on that trip for your anniversary. I've recently managed to catch up on that podcast I've wanted to listen to for a long time."

The dream is to form a community. A diverse community integrated by true conviction and not because the people in it had no choice due to the high cost of living around the world. One with people that say “This is what I want” and not “This could be a lot worse.” “I chose you”, not “This was the last thing I had”.

How many chances of getting that do you still have left as you age?==================================

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Back in February when I turned 30, it really hit me that I've lived through a lot and things have changed so much since I was a kid, so I decided to write this little something for @aggressivelyarospec‘s #AggressivelyArospectacular week.

I hope this... expands your horizons? And, if you're aro and over 30, hit me up with a message; together we're stronger. Fuck, do it either way if you're younger, I'm so up to talk about all this with you guys.

#aggressivelyarospectacular #essay #my writing #aas* #aa* #long post #really long post #general negative thoughts #maybe I'll delve further into this topic later on #I think it's important we talk about this

[sophielovesbooks]

2021 ‘Best Happenings’ Tag

I was tagged by @petrareads! Thank you so much for that! :)

This reflection really made me realise how much of my last year was devoted to productivity, more specifically my university work. Due to Covid, I really didn’t have many chances to socialise, so yeah, a lot of these highlights actually relate back to my studies. 

January: The year started off with what was probably my most intense month of the year work-wise. I had to give three presentations on three consecutive days (I was assigned these dates, I did not choose them!), I had to finish assignments, work on my thesis, and study for an exam. I think my highlight was making it through all of this successfully. I got a lot of positive feedback for each of my three presentations. I remember one of my lecturers sent me a lovely email afterwards and told me I have a real talent for teaching others, which made me so happy!

February: Again, when I think of February, I first remember the university-related successes. I got a perfect grade on my Developmental Psychopathology exam, which felt amazing, and I started piloting my experiment for my master’s thesis and got positive feedback from my supervisors. But also, this was the time where we had a lot of snow and I remember I took a really love walk with my boyfriend through the snowy woods. 

March: My boyfriend’s sister got married! It was a small wedding due to Covid, but it was lovely nonetheless. I’ve known the couple for years now and they mean a lot to me, so I was so happy to be a part of their wedding day!

April: In the beginning of April, I was home for Easter. I remember in 2020, due to the pandemic, I couldn’t be with my parents on Easter and it was fairly sad. So this year, I appreciated the chance to take the train home and spend the weekend with them a lot! Also, my mum gave me the book “Talk to Me” by T.C. Boyle as a present, and I had a great time reading it! 

May: This was a month I spent writing an application for a first-year-PhD scholarship in between all my other work, so it was kind of stressful. However, I remember I was really efficient when working on it and got a lot done in only 4-5 days. Also, the Eurovision Song Contest was in May and my boyfriend and I invited two friends over to watch it together and it was so much fun!

June: My birthday was lovely! My boyfriend got me wonderful presents and we had a lovely dinner at one of my favourite restaurants, sitting outside because the weather was so nice and having delicious cocktails. 

July: My parents visited and we had a great time! We went to a local landmark, went out to dinner, talked a lot, took walks (as much as I was able with my injured foot), and it was really good to see them. At the end of July, I had my final experimental testing sessions for my master’s thesis, which was a huge accomplishment after 5 months of continuous testing! Everyone had also expected me to take longer, and they were really impressed when I finished at the end of July (instead of in Septemeber, like they had predicted). Finally, I think it was in July when I found out that my application for the scholarship had been successful!

August: After the 5 months of testing, which were super intense, I took the first week in August off. I remember I just took the time to read, watch Netflix, nap... It felt amazing! Also, my boyfriend and went on a bike ride to a lake near our place and spent a lovely summer’s day tanning on the beach and swimming in the water. 

September: September was hands-down the BEST month of the year, because my boyfriend took me on a surprise trip to perhaps one of the most unique places on earth (not saying which, that’s our secret, haha) and proposed to me in the most amazing way!! Honestly, the day of the proposal and the proposal itself were not only my highlight of 2021, but one of the highlights of my entire life! I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as happy as I did that day. Not many other days in my life can compare to that. Needless to say, I said Yes! <3

October: In October, I did my literature review for my thesis, so read a lot of papers. A highlight for me was Halloween, where my now fiancé (!!) and I watched “Get Out” for the first time and were so impressed with the film! 

November: November... had very few highlights. It was honestly the most terrible month of the year for me. Nothing terrible happened or anything, I just suddenly lost all confidence in my academic ability and felt super panicked about writing the introduction to my thesis. I worked on it continually, it’s not like I was blocked or anything, but the emotions that went along with the work were just so negative overall. The best part for me was probably my mum’s and my boyfriend’s continuous support throughout a terrible 3 or 4 weeks. I never felt alone. Also, a long conversation with my boyfriend where I laid out my issues with this first thesis chapter was the turning point! He guided me through everything so calmly and by doing that helped me solve all of my issues. After that, it was... not smooth sailing exactly, but sooo much better and easier than before! Having a finished draft for the introduction at the end of the month after struggling with it so immensely was an incredibly moment. 

December: I spent some time with my family again in November and when I came back home at the beginning of December, my fiancé had decorated the entire flat in Christmas-y way to surprise me! It was so, so sweet and made me so happy! Overall, December was intense again, because I finished my thesis and handed it it, but the entire time, I was in this Christmassy mood and it made everything so much better. Christmas itself, which I spent with my family, was also wonderful and everything I had been hoping for at the end of this year. 

#best happenings in 2021 #honestly it felt so good to try and focus on the positive #for me personally a lot of positive things happened #2021 #end of the year reflections

[curseofaphrodite]

*digs up our last message because can't remember what we were talking about apart from crushes...*

Haha yeah, Penny is literally a dog in guinea pig's body once he grows to know you. He even licks your face.

Oh no, no no no, that's a bad coping mechanism, in any case. Don't ever again do that, I've seen up close what that does to a person.

Yeah, I don't think Joker is getting a redemption arch either because he's a person with APD (though if his story about his father would be true, his personality could be explained through that because childhood abuse does weird things to people... join Jenni's psychology class this Sunday at 3pm XD) but Pennywise (the clown, not hopefully my piggy) is just this supernatural evil entity who literally doesn't have a heart, isn't breathing, doesn't need food, drink, air etc, he isn't a human. Just some supernatural creature.

Yikes... people who push you into doing something are huuuuge red flags. I still am angry how women are sexualized everywhere and it's a norm that men are shamelessly looking at your tits and ass and might even compliment them even if you're a complete stranger and in some societies that's entirely acceptable??? Just now people have started talking that even if you're talking to your friend about someone that "ooh [name] looks so sexy, I'd like to fuck her", it's sexual abuse. And your ex-crushes brought my mom's ex to my mind. This scene is straight from a soap opera, prepare to laugh or gape, I don't know what I should think about this.

Soooo my mom met this guy in 2006, a year after she took a divorce from my dad. He moved in with my mom pretty quickly, and 11yo me was a bit confused about it because my mom usually spun things a lot before proceeding. But yeah, he moved in and seemed like a nice enough guy at first, later he didn't understand my mental health struggles though and yeah, I got a picture that he was relieved when I moved into a psychiatric hospital for teenagers and from that, a mental health home, which was kinda like an orphanage but for mentally challenged teenagers who can't live with their parents/foster parents. I'm not sure what it would be called in English, didn't find anything. So yeah, I didn't really like coming to spend time at home because he was here.

When I moved from that home to a similar home meant for adults (the place where I am now), he started saying that he believes that mom is cheating on him with someone and just claims to be with me, and demanded that mom had to put pictures of us together etc. I remember telling my mom multiple times that those are huuuuge red flags but she didn't listen.

Well guess what came forward in May this year? He had cheated on my mom with my mom's next door neighbor, and moved to her place in one day. After 14½ years old relationship with my mom, he did something like that. But plot twist!! Her kids weren't fond of him and he very quickly (within like 2 weeks) told my mom that it was a mistake and begged my mom to be taken back. Well because my mom wasn't hit hard enough, she took him back even though literally everyone around her said that don't take him back, but my mom was sure that she wouldn't get anyone because she's "too old to begin dating again and nobody wants her because she's so old" (she's 51...)

Well, my dad's funeral day came (August 7) and I was over to my mom overnight because it started at 1pm and we had to be there at 12pm to greet any funeral guests (side note, my dad's two best friends from his teen + young adult years came too as a part-surprise, I could have cried and hugged them if covid wasn't on because they cared enough even though they haven't seen dad in what, 20+ years?). I told my mom that I don't want to see her boyfriend when I'm there, because I'm still mad at him even if mom forgave him, so he went to stay overnight with his sister's family and told how they had went to a sauna with his nephew and even a group selfie of how they ate dinner together. And next morning, my mom caught him to be cheating with that same woman again, and he told my mom while sitting at the living room that because me and mom conveniently are away because we're burying my dad, he and his girlfriend had planned that they'd take his things and take them back to her apartment?? Because we're CONVENIENTLY BURYING MY DAD???? You could say that if me and my mom would be away on a cruise or an amusement park, but burying my dad......

So yeah mom kicked him out (literally, she kicked him until he agreed to leave her home, I had a temptation to kick him too but restrained myself, I just glared at him)

But yeah, now he lives next door and because covid is worsening here again (our restrictions started to pull out and for some people it meant that WE'RE FREEEEE SITUATION IS OVER, now our situation is almost the same as in spring 2020), mom can't get a new apartment.

But yeah, her ex has gone crazy now. He kicks my mom's door, sabotages her keyhole so she can't get in, has punctured my mom's car's tires, throws rocks into her windows, stalks her and literally hides in a bush if he's on a smoke when mom comes out from the building and when she passes him, he mumbles something along the lines of "boo-hoo, do you need a tissue from crying so much after me, hehe", and he's like 48? I think? He also NEVER ONCE said my mom is beautiful or praised anything in her personality etc during their whole relationship, only thing he praised was her ass.

I mean yeah I knew that he wasn't the best possible boyfriend who mom could get to herself, that came clear after he started to accuse mom of cheating etc, but I wouldn't have thought that he's turning out like that. Mom is laughing at him now because he has been so messed up now, and she's looking to date something else already. She already found one who she really liked but he had an early stage of Parkinson's disease and he came to a conclusion that mom wouldn't be able to take it because when Parkinson's progresses, it could get really difficult and he didn't want to risk it (and yeah I have to agree that I agree with him, and mom agreed too after she thought about it and her heart didn't break because she realized it herself). She's already looking for someone else.

I hadn't had celebrity crushes either before Freddy tbh :D But yeah I'm not jealous of Caroline. Because for one, Freddy doesn't know me and two, I wouldn't have any chances anyway. + They look so cute and happy together and it always makes me smile, sometimes I feel like answering everyone insulting Caroline and being like uhhh Free Rein wasn't a documentary or anything, Pin doesn't exist, neither does Zoe or Sam or Marcus or anyone else in it, and to those who are telling him to dump Caroline and date them instead, I'd tell that they do know that it would be pretty fucking illegal of Freddy to date a 12 year old or anyone who's below the age of 16 (16-18 is also kinda questionable imo as he's a decade older but one of my friends met her boyfriend when she was 16, he was 23, they have been together for 5 years now and they're still very happy so it can work too) and that in any case, it's really rude to come up and put such things to Freddy's post where he wishes Caroline happy birthday... or any post in general, but you to put them to her birthday post is rude x1000.

And yeah well hopefully I don't have to deal with him again. Otherwise I'll have to travel to some place which has like one street which looks like it could be in Ketterdam and go take photos when it's really cloudy or rainy and be like "Kaz took these pics of me". XD

(the clown, not hopefully my piggy)

HOPEFULLY NOT im wheezing- our penny would never, he's far too cute for that.

it may not be healthy but (insert a half-convincing excuse here). I don't think of Julie too much though, I guess that's smth 🥲

pennywise literally comes with a red flag. no wait thats a red balloon but lets just pretend its a red flag.

I still am angry how women are sexualized everywhere and it's a norm that men are shamelessly looking at your tits and ass and might even compliment them even if you're a complete stranger and in some societies that's entirely acceptable???

LOUDER 👏👏👏 It's disgusting, I mean especially if it's a stranger. Pretty and beautiful is okay but it's still a weird way to start a convo like "hi, you're beautiful" which makes them think that the only reason the person is talking to them is because they're beautiful.

i already hate that dude after reading the first para. he sounds like a ✨jerk✨

Oh hell no, overly suspiciously people are creepy. It's weird if he can't trust the person he's dating.

THAT DUMMY DID WHATT. He literally accused her of cheating and went ahead and did the cheating??? 🥲🔪 "Her kids weren't fond of him" HAH I CAN SEE WHY.

my mom caught him to be cheating with that same woman again

TF IS HE GOING FOR A RECORD- and he literally couldn't have chosen a worse time. I'm sorry you had to experience that. And I'm sorry for your mom too. Sending hugs for the both of you 🥺

pls your mom is cool, he deserves a good kick. glaring works wonders too.

OH WHAT he's your neighbour now?? holy shit he sounds really damn creepy too like, I think if your mom applied for a restraining order against him, she'll totally get one because being this involved with your lives even after the relationship ended ages ago, that's so, I repeat, so creepy.

Freddy deserves to be happy with his gf without his day being slightly ruined by 12 yos simping over him. Those type of obsessions can get dark really quick. I don't think they realize how sad even the smallest hate comment can make. Just because celebrities are popular doesn't mean they don't have feelings, ugh.

HAHA yes or just go to unsplash and download random street pictures.

#jenni the brilliant 🦢 #🏷️ : lovely people #tea with mutuals

[violetwolfraven]

Peace and Joy

@spot-king-of-brooklyn I’m your secret Santa! @newsies-secretsanta

You said your favorite ships are sprace and/or javid and you’re good with pretty much anything so I’m gonna write two separate vaguely holiday-related oneshots in the reincarnation AU. Don’t worry though nothing heavy, just fluff. No COVID because I’ve had enough of that dude and I say so. Enjoy! Happy Holidays!

Tw: referenced past period-typical homophobia.

...

Spot couldn’t remember being this happy... ever. Not in the early 1900s or in the early 2000s.

Well, the closest he could think of was 1902, when he and Race moved on from being newsies and from being leaders of their respective boroughs and rented that old apartment in Brooklyn together. But that had been muted by the need to be careful. They couldn’t be normal young people in love because they always had to hide.

And that was fine at the time because it was expected. It was them doing whatever it took to be together not knowing they’d ever get the chance to do it another way.

Now, in the bright, beautiful, forward-thinking 21st century, they could be safe. They could be in love without fear of the consequences. They could go out Christmas shopping together, and Spot didn’t know if that counted as a date, but it kind of felt like one as he watched his boyfriend bop a little to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You as he looked around.

He ended up having to look away before he started blushing too hard. Even if he wasn’t the King of Brooklyn this time, he still had a bit of a reputation as a stone cold badass. For all he knew, one or more of their more mischievous friends could be spying on them right now. And besides, this thrift store probably had stuff he could get the few Brooklyn kids who’d come back, too.

He was still deciding if Hotshot would think it was funny if he got him a tank top that said ‘hot stuff’ on it. The others would find it funny, but Spot honestly wasn’t sure if it would make his former second uncomfortable.

“Hey, Spottie, ya think my little brother would like this?”

Spot turned back to see Race holding up a bright purple worm on a string, but a giant version of one. One that was big enough to be a scarf.

“Knowin’ your family,” he admitted, “I think any of ‘em would be happy to get one of those.”

It was true. Honestly, the most sensible Larkin brother was the second-oldest, Crutchie, but Spot could still see him proudly wearing a worm-on-a-string-scarf to school after winter break ended.

Besides him, Medda, Race’s mom, tended to embrace whatever unique fashion choice she could find. And Jack, of course, didn’t let being the oldest of four stop him from being a theatrical little shit who liked drawing attention to himself.

And Romeo was somehow even more eccentric than Race, so he would definitely like that thing.

Race grinned, “I’m gonna get Ro a worm scarf for Christmas.”

“Your family is ridiculous.”

“Thank you. So, what’re ya gettin’ for Denton?”

Oh, shit. Spot had completely forgotten about getting anything for Denton.

He really should get something for him. After all, the teacher hadn’t even known Spot when Jack asked if he could stay with him. All he’d needed to know was that Spot needed a place to hide from his terrible parents and couldn’t stay with the Larkins, mostly because Medda had a strict rule about her boys’ partners sleeping over unless it was absolutely necessary. (it was also because Spot couldn’t think of anyone he’d want to live with less than Jack Kelly, but Denton didn’t really need to know that, did he?)

So far, Spot’s parents hadn’t shown any signs of missing him, and Spot couldn’t decide if that hurt or not, but it barely mattered anymore.

Because Denton didn’t really have any rules beyond ‘do your homework’, ‘take a shower occassionally’, and ‘if you leave the house, let me know where you’re going.’ He helped Spot pick out a Halloween costume, let him spend Thanksgiving with Race, and gave him money for Christmas shopping. He was fine with Spot being gay and having a boyfriend, even if there was an added rule with that of ‘you can’t have the door closed if you’re alone in your room with Race.’

He gave Spot space, but also made it clear that he could come to him for anything he needed help with. He never hit him, never pushed when Spot wanted to be alone, never even raised his voice unless they were in an already-loud room and he needed to get his attention.

In short, in only a few months, he’d become the best adult Spot had ever had in his life. He wasn’t his father, but he was closest thing Spot had ever gotten to a dad.

The Denton they’d known in their last life had been kind of like that, too. He’d helped as best he could whenever one of the newsies got into trouble, always being there for anyone who needed him since Kath first introduced her new reporter friend to her newsie friends. Of course, Spot hadn’t been living with Denton then, so he’d never really thought about it.

“What do you even get a middle-aged man for Christmas?”

Race shrugged, “Power tools?”

The idea of getting Denton power tools was so ridiculous that they both laughed.

“Uh... he’s a writer,” Race pointed out, “So... fancy pens?”

“Fancy pens? We’re at a thrift store, Racer.”

“Well we don’t gotta stay here forever. There’s a Barnes and Noble across the street.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, but Spot wasn’t sure about the whole ‘fancy pen’ thing. It seemed a little generic.

“Yooooo! Spot, check this out for Jack!”

He was holding up a bright blue sketchbook that said ‘Sketchy Bitch’ on the cover.

“Oh yeah, ya definitely have to get that for Cowboy.”

Spotting (no pun intended) something else on the shelf behind him, Spot grinned.

He had the perfect thing to get for the man who’d taken him in.

...

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ awesome.”

Davey snorted, “You’re way too excited ‘bout this, Jackie.”

He loved his boyfriend, but he had a tendency to get overenthusiastic about things.

Well, he loved that about Jack, too. And he loved being able to call him his boyfriend, now. That they didn’t need to hide this time.

He and Sarah had both been a little worried about their parents’ reaction, but it had turned out to be for nothing. They’d each gotten a t-shirt with their respective pride flag for the first night of Hanukkah, and Jack and Kath were always welcome to come over as long as at least one parent was home.

Davey loved Jack just as much in this lifetime as he had in his first, but it was different, not having to hide it. It was good different, but definitely different. Being able to be who they were and be in love and knowing that it was generally frowned upon to be homophobic now, at least where they lived.

And being able to do random shit that was romantic and fun as hell, but not something would even occur to most people to do.

After a sleepy conversation once Crutchie, Race, and Romeo had fallen asleep watching White Christmas (which Davey appreciated for the choreography in the dance numbers) one time about how there weren’t really any Hanukkah movies, Jack had collaborated with Kath to write a lesbian Hanukkah musical romcom to post to YouTube.

Objectively, it wasn’t that great. It was good for a movie made by a bunch of high school juniors, but they couldn’t afford good cameras or microphones or anything. Plus, it was appealing to a very niche audience, so Davey doubted this movie would get more than twenty views.

Still, it meant a lot that Jack was so excited about it, that he was working so hard on props and editing in the lighting and music for it so Kath and Saz could play Jewish lesbians fake-dating at a holiday party who fall in love. It was cute.

“It ain’t gonna win any awards,” Jack admitted, “But I think we’s got somethin’ good here!”

“We do,” Davey agreed.

Was he actually talking about the romcom starring his sister and her girlfriend? Partially. It was a pretty good movie for something produced by teenagers.

But they had something good there that wasn’t on the screen of Jack’s laptop, too.

Jack seemed to share those thoughts, with the way he was smiling.

“What’s with the look, mi amor?”

Davey rolled his eyes as the other boy put his arm around his waist.

“Like you don’t know, love,” he chuckled, “Remember the last time we did somethin’ like this? And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you.’”

“Shh,” Jack shook his head, “Nope. We don’t talk about the latkes incident.”

“You mean when you almost burned down our tiny little kitchen trying to—“

“We don’t talk about it!”

Davey laughed. It was funny, how Jack couldn’t, in any lifetime, cook anything more complicated than like... chili or stew. While he could make something edible, he couldn’t make anything that was really considered good.

“Davey, love, luz de mi vida, it was literally over a hundred years ago, so stop. Bringin’. Up. The. Latkes. Incident!”

He punctuated the sentence by hitting Davey with one of his mom’s throw pillows.

“Okay, Jackie, I get it! Stop hitting me!”

“Fine,” Jack grinned, “I ain’t almost burned down a kitchen in over a century, babe. I thinks that’s a good record to have.”

“Most people never almost burn down a kitchen,” Davey pointed out, “I know I—wait, did you just call me ‘babe’?”

Jack was definitely not meeting his eyes to try to hide how he was blushing, “Uh... is that okay?”

Davey smirked. Jack didn’t get flustered that often, but it was adorable when he did.

And even if he had almost burned down their apartment, it had been cute back then, how he’d tried so hard to try to do something nice for Davey for the holiday season. It was cute now, too.

That was one thing that hadn’t changed through the decades, he guessed.

“It’s definitely okay, babe.”

...

“Spot, is this a... ‘Best Dad In The World’ mug?”

“...if you cry, I’m outta here.”

#newsies #newsies secret santa #btw i’m sorry i wrote in a nod to wormsies #i couldn’t help it #sprace #javid #javey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #davey jacobs #reincarnation au #fluff #violet’s writing

[deeeelightfuldee]

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? baking definitely. I want to get more comfortable cooking.

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? yes. I used to be pretty good at doing my brothers hair-- even the fading. But I’m sure I’ve forgotten it all by now.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? probably my sister or my nephews.

How many long term relationships have you been in? blegh. not many. Whenever I’d know that it didnt have long term potential, id drop it. no sense dragging out the inevitable.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? so for the longest time I kept my room super dark. I slept well. once miller died and kile broke my heart, I couldn’t sleep without the tv playing. I needed to hear something calming and voices talking so I wouldn’t be left with my thoughts. I still can’t turn it off.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? i think its easy to say “forgive and forget” but the reality is that once we have endured trauma we don’t easily forget. I think its kind of unrealistic. I’m trying to forgive kile but thats going to take.. i dont know how long. As for what it was... it was just betrayal.. lying. for six+ years. lots of laughing at me. 

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I like some of her songs.

Do you know your blood type? o+

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. its coming up. 

Have you ever been pregnant? I dont think so. I was really late after my assault but who knows.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? like 7ish

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Yeah, student loans. 15k feels so daunting right now.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? One is. My mom.

When was the last time you went apple picking? highschool maybe?

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? money.. or a trip.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? definitely not. 

How many bedrooms are in your house? four. 

Are you smart about computers? I know some stuff.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? oh heck’n yeah

Do you own a Xbox 360? I had one from my brother for a little while but I traded it for the gamecube since Kile was going to send me one of the 15 he had lol. That didn’t end up happening, but its OK i really dont need more gaming.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? oooooooo.. probably not.

So, do you need a nap? all day is full of naps to try and get over this.

What would you rather be doing? school

What sport are you the best at? maybe volleyball or swimming

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope, im the baby. 

Do you complain a lot? no, i try not to. I find complaining to be the most unattractive and yet common human trait and while there are definitely situations worthy of complaining, most of the time it just makes a situation worse than it actually was.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? temple

Do you like fruity or minty gum? definitely minty

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? i was really looking forward to Kile’s birthday on monday, but since we arent talking anymore then there is no joy in that. all the other special dates have been ruined by covid.

Have you ever gotten detention? Nope. homeschoolers and detention arent a thing. 

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? oh sure. heartbreak, deaths, assaults, etc.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? no, i can’t be super picky because not every store carries clothing long enough for me.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? i havent got a clue

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I mean I’m very fond of cats & dogs

Ever cried so much you threw up? this is what happened the whole 2-3 weeks following finding out about Kile.

Who is your best guy friend? I suppose now that would be Nathan

What do you two do when you hang out? drives, game nights, get food/drinks, or just talk.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Her

Do you even like horror movies? not particularly. I’ll watch them if someone else wants to but its not my preference.

Do you live in the country? i live in the suburbs i suppose.

What is your favorite accent? Some southern and British accents. <same ... i have no idea how I made the font like this.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? Not that I can think of.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? diet coke

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? my family celebrated during the day and then I think nathan took me out on the town

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? nope.

Do you take a lot of pictures? man. this question is hard. I used to love taking pictures of myself. I had much more self confidence and some of it was because kile LOVED my selfies -- or so he said. and I just had so much fun doing that. Since the heartbreak, I’ve maybe taken 10 selfies. I just don’t have any self confidence in my looks anymore. its so different now. most of my pictures now are of other people or scenery.

What kind of face wash do you use? cerave when I want to. otherwise i use water and a very particular type of fabric. 

Does drama always seem to follow you? No, i dont think so.

Does anybody in your family race? like cars? running? no.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I think i got it like 2x and it was a dollar.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? i love my mom.

Do you secretly like someone? No.

Would you ever date your best male friend? I don’t see any romantic feelings developing between nathan and I

What are you currently listening to? I have gilmore girls on.

Do you want to be single? oooof. Um. I am torn on this subject. On the one hand, i really am ready to be loved, held, protected, cared for, etc. I love the idea of building a life together with someone and us both protecting our unit. I miss supporting, cherishing, loving on someone. Yet on the other hand, im fine being single. I have so much insecurity about myself lately that I dk that anyone else needs to deal with that baggage. Idk

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in. ill be staying in for some time.

Have you pretended to like someone? romantically, no. professionally, yes.

How is your heart lately? Sad. heavy. 

Are you wearing socks? not at the moment. 

What do people call you? Di, diana, dee, ana, di-nan-na, dine-uh, deenah.

Do you get stressed out easily? no, I really dont

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? yes

What is wrong with you right now? im sick. im heartbroken.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? not that I know of. if I do, it’d be from like middle school. I never shopped there but people tended to give gifts from there.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? Alone. maybe I havent found the right sort of person to share a bed with.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Yes, several times. 

Did you get any compliments today? No.

Have you ever gone to a beach? many many many times.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? not my thing. at all.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Yes.

Do you have long nails? they are healthy length. I want to grow them out a bit more. 

Do you like the gender you are? Yeah.

Do you generally look nice in photos? Not anymore

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? no haha

What colour are your father’s eyes? Blue.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? uhhhhm, blue october

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? maybe not anymore. 

What’s your favorite hot beverage? hot chocolate from dunkin

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? i did. no comment.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? oooooohhhhhhhhh man i love both.

Do you think you’re important? I mean i offer some importance to this world but eh.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Hmm no idea.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? no

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? Nope.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? for the longest time it was to spend the day driving aimlessly and getting food and talking about everything and nothing with Kile. now, its just.. idunno. blank.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? I’m not doing well.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? There’s a few things related to school.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? not really, no.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? this whole covid nonsense going away, heartbreak to soothe, and my miller back.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? i dont know. 

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I just changed it up so itll be a bit.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? Fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ yes. several times.

How many drugs are in your system? lol lots of meds rn to kick this. usually none.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? the same as today.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. i dont like the idea of bite marks but hickeys were fun for a time. in not visible areas tho.

Do you call anyone baby? Not anymore.

What’s your current mood? Bleh.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? Watching gilmore girls

How late did you stay up last night? I took PM meds at i wanna say 8? maybe 7? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you cried really hard? its been a few weeks since ive cried about Kile. I’m in the numb stage.

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? hahahahahahah

[h2omyeon]

You Were Beautiful (KJM x Reader)

Summary: You had been in love with your classmate Kim Junmyeon for the last year and a half. You finally find the guts to tell him the truth about how you feel, but at the wrong time. (PS: Chanyeol makes a cameo in this story and Junmyeon is an Art History major!)

Pairing: Junmyeon x Female Reader

Tags: College Student Junmyeon, Art Hoe Junmyeon, bittersweet stuff

Warnings: Mentions of suicide towards the end of the story (not in this chapter)

Word Count (in total): 8.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first ever story I wrote and published on here. Feel free to leave comments and I will try to publish each chapter weekly! This story is based off of a combination of dreams that I had which included people who weren’t Junmyeon and Junmyeon himself during the beginning of this whole COVID pandemic (AKA: when things began to fall apart). Like the world that I was living in at that time, this story/dream is just as (I hope to believe) chaotic. I also apologize if there are a ton of plot holes in the story because it was based on a dream and I could not think of any filler parts. Enjoy!- PS

Read the previous parts here: Part 1 Part 2

Chapter 2: Starry Night

The rest of the semester and graduation week came and went like a breeze. While you and your friends went crazy on your graduation caps and dresses, Junmyeon went shopping to buy stuff for his family and friends in South Korea. Despite his time being spent more on shopping, his cap came out the best and won 1st place in the cap decorating contest at graduation. 

You and Angela decided to throw him a surprise goodbye party on his last day, which was the day after graduation, at your place. There was predominately Korean music playing and people were happily dancing along to it despite not understanding what was being sung. Junmyeon, despite wearing a sweater vest on a warm May evening, danced like a pro to literally every song that played. You had no idea he could dance so well. There was also food that would have lasted your family a week and a half that was finished in less than three hours, mostly by Junmyeon’s bar musician friend Chanyeol and Angela. 

The party went successfully and those who were not able to see him off the next day gave their little goodbye gifts. Chanyeol was eating the remaining chips and looked at the clock; it was 9:30pm. “Shit! I have a date. Thanks for the party, Y/N.” He gave you and Angela quick hugs and walked to Junmyeon, who was packing his stuff in his bags. 

“I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you in the future, man,” Chanyeol said as he gave Junmyeon one last bro hug and handed him his gift, then left the house and into the night.

Once Chanyeol left, it was only the three of you.  “That was fun,” Junmyeon said. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you, Angela. I’m really gonna miss all those people, even Chanyeol.” 

“Anything for you, Junmyeon.” you and Angela replied back in unison while you and Angela had cleaned up the cups and plates left on the table. Junmyeon helped tidy up the sofa and swept the dining table floor. 

Music played in the background loud enough for you all to not realize that your parents and sisters had come back. Junmyeon went to lower the music as he greeted your parents in the process. 

While you went to throw out the last of the plates, Angela began to follow you into the kitchen. 

“When are you gonna tell him?” she hissed softly. Junmyeon was happily looking at the gifts he got in the living room, silently observing them. 

“Never at this point,” you replied a little too loudly. Luckily he was in the middle of a conversation with your parents and younger sisters, so he didn’t hear you. “Maybe later,” you softly replied. 

“You’ve been saying that for two years, Y/N. The man is leaving TOMORROW,” she clapped back. “It’s now or never.” 

“I thought he was gonna stay in New York like he had planned. I was gonna tell him sometime after college, but I didn’t think he was gonna leave tomorrow,” you snapped. 

“Come on, Y/N, go tell him after he’s done with your family,” she suggested while watching your 12 and 18 year old sisters talk to him endlessly about some random stuff. After inserting the final dishes into the washer and wiping the counter, you guys danced and sang along to “Rough” by GFriend as it played from a faint distance at your speakers and laughed when you both messed up on a few steps. 

“Junmyeon, don’t leave yet. We have a gift for you,” your mother could be heard saying to your friend who was about to leave. You and Angela had walked out of the kitchen and into the living room by the time your mother walked out with a red box. 

“It’s a deity for good luck while you are in the military and for your wonderful future ahead as a future curator,” she explained. Your father handed him an envelope. “Here’s $200 that you can use for your future education after the military,” he added. Junmyeon added the gifts into the bag. 

“Thank you all for the gifts,” Junmyeon said humbly. “I have so many I don’t know how they will all fit in my luggages!” he exclaimed, showing off the bags of gifts he got. Everyone began to laugh. 

After a few minutes of small talk, Junmyeon and Angela wished everyone a good night. Your parents wished them a good night in return, while your sisters went to get ready for bed. 

“Y/N, go walk Junmyeon home,” your mother suggested with a smile. “It’s so late at night, I don’t want him to get into any issues right before he leaves.” You immediately agreed. Your sisters made kissy noises; “Shut up!” you snapped at them. They laughed when you realized you had turned red. You then left the house with Angela and Junmyeon, who were waiting at the front door. 

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Right when you three reached the crosswalk, Angela gave Junmyeon one last hug; she let go of the embrace as she started to silently cry. You felt tears form in your eyes. “I’ll miss you, Jun,” she tearfully stated.

“Thank you for everything and making college the best three years of my life. I joked around with you a lot, but I really liked you. You made both my best friend and myself really happy. Let me give you my gift,” Angela ruffled through her bag and took out a purple box. She handed the box to Junmyeon; he thanked her. She began to cry even more. 

“Angela, I will miss you too and thank you for the gift,” Junmyeon replied to the heavily upset Angela, holding her hand for a brief second. “We have each other’s contact information. I’ll try to text and email all of you when I can. The military is strict and oftentimes we’re not going to be allowed to go on our phones, so I’ll try my best. Don’t worry, Angela, we’ll see each other in the future. Once I’m done with my military service, I’ll come and visit New York before I go on and do my masters.” he explained while wiping her tears. They hugged one last time while you watched in silence. 

“What if you die?” she joked after letting go of the embrace. You all laughed.

“I really wanted to send you off tomorrow, but I have work. Serve well, okay?” Angela declared

“Angela, he’s going for training, not fighting in a war. Although with Trump as president I won’t be surprised if there was a Third World War,” you sarcastically remarked. 

“I know, but-,” a car honk interrupted her sentence. Her hipster vegan boyfriend, Nicholas, had come to pick her up in his car. 

“Goodbye, Junmyeon,” Angela said. 

“Goodbye, Angela.” he said back. 

She gave him one last hug and waved at the both of you before crossing the street. You both observed the couple drive off into the night, living a life of their own. 

“I’ll really miss that girl,” he sighed, while you two walked. “She reminds me of my friend’s sister in Korea. Funny and naive.” 

You were silent the whole walk. Now was your chance to tell him, you didn’t know the next time you would see him again to tell him. Junmyeon began to notice you were unusually silent. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked as you both finally reached the front porch of his house. You both sat on the bench and looked at one another. Now is the time to do it, you thought to yourself. You felt your heart beat out of your chest, but it was now or never. 

“Junmyeon, I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while. It’s something you probably wouldn’t expect from me, but if I don’t say it, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again, so… ah, fuck it!” you nervously began.

“What do you want to say?” He curiously asked. You must have looked like a fool because he then began to say: “Why are you so nervous? Let me get a bucket-,”

“There’s no need. I’m not going to throw up; I wanted to tell you that…” you continued, trying to avoid his gaze. 

“That what, Y/N?” he proceeded to ask. You then made eye contact with him. God he has pretty eyes, you thought a little too loudly. He began to giggle. 

“Are you okay? What’s up? We’re friends, you can tell me anything.” 

You took a breath. “Junmyeon, I realized as time passed that I really started to like you. Not in the friendly way, but in-,”

“I actually wanted to tell you the same thing,” he confessed with a chuckle. “I was going to tell you tonight, but you beat me to it. That’s very brave of you.” 

You had a surprised look on your face; he began to laugh. 

“Really?”

“I’m serious,” he began. 

“Y/N, in the years that I got to know you,” he continued, holding your right hand. “You’ve grown to be a beautiful person inside and out and I want you to know that. I know self deprecation is your signature suit, but hear me out. You are kinder, more loving, sweeter and funnier than you think you are. I have always loved you because of who you were and I want you to know I will never let you go, even if we will be 14 hours away from another. You will always be a huge part of my life. You were friends with me at a time when I was starting to miss home and spending time with you and Angela made me realize that New York will always be my second home. That is the best thing anyone could have ever done,” he admitted. 

The two of you smiled at one another. Immediately, you looked up at the sky, silently observing the moon and its surrounding stars. 

“Those stars are very beautiful, like you,” he gushed. You scoffed then looked back at Junmyeon, who was smiling at you; the glow of the moon went onto his face and he became even more beautiful than he was before. 

“Thank you for being a part of my life, Junmyeon. I know it was too late now for me to tell you that I loved you, but I’ve accepted that we can’t be together because duty calls. I will always love you as my best friend,” you began. “You taught me how to live life in ways I didn’t consider before. I grew to love art in a weird way and I became happier. I was at my worst when I met you. I was confused, lost and didn’t want to be on this planet at all, but the more I got to know you and be around you, I realized that you were the reason I stayed,” you revealed. 

“Hey, I’m sorry that we can’t be together because of me. I know we will both be living different lives, but I will always think of you when I think of New York. For god’s sake, you were the first girl I ever fell in love with this seriously. I know you will be a wonderful teacher and if I ever get assigned to curate a whole Picasso exhibition, I will invite you first so you can make fun of my tastes in art,” he stated, jokingly implying that you won the Picasso had shitty art debate.

“Well, I have to pack these things and some rest so I can fly safely tomorrow.” you got up to leave and so did he. You hugged him and let go of the embrace and walked away to go back home. 

“I love you,” he called out.

“I love you too, Junmyeon. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you waved.

Just as you were about to go back to your house, you heard footsteps and he grabbed your arm. You turned around and he stroked your cheek, then leaned in closer to your face until there was almost no space between the two of you to breathe; “I love you,” he whispered and then closed his eyes. You knew what was happening; what had happened to the main characters in all those rom coms you watched was happening to you at that moment.

Like the characters, you too began to lean in and close your eyes as your lips touched his. “I love you too,” you whispered between kisses. The butterflies grew in your stomach and your heart began to beat faster. It didn’t help that his Dior cologne smelled really good at the moment. The kiss was deep, but quick because you could hear the door begin to open. You opened your eyes and moved back when you saw Mrs Kim watching through the next door with a smile. Junmyeon turned around and became flustered like a child in the spotlight for the first time.

“Goodnight again.” you said. “Goodnight Mrs Kim!” you waved at the woman at the net door; she called out goodnight as well. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. You’re a good kisser for someone who claimed they’re an old lady,” he stated just before he walked into the house with his gifts. Once he entered the house, you watched him until he turned into a shadow; you then walked back to your own house in silence.

You smiled knowing you finally kissed the man of your dreams, but it felt bittersweet at the same time because he was going to leave the next day. You finally reached your own house and walked into it with a smile, your mother watching with a smile on her face as well. The TV was blasting as your father watched it like a zombie. Your father then looked up from the TV and watched the two of you in slight confusion, then smiled knowing what had happened. 

“I always knew he liked you, but I’m so sorry he had to leave you so early.” she sympathetically stated when you walked in. You smiled, then went to get ready for bed while texting Angela what had happened on the Kims’ magical porch.

Part 4

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #340

“wash the poison from off my skin  /  show me how to be whole again”

What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have this oddly specific memory of bringing my little Snorlax plushie for one in pre-k. I remember thinking everyone thought I was weird for liking Pokemon as a girl. Do you remember losing your first tooth? I don't. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I think I was addicted to World of Warcraft at a point, but it's honestly hard to tell. My depression was just so abysmal that it was the one thing I got even a smidge of not even joy, but active distraction out of because the options of what you can do in the game are essentially limitless. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it does make me jump because I don't like loud noises. Name one person you’d like to see this month. Bitch we fighting Covid, stay away from me. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? They're nearly tied, honestly, but I prefer the original. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I KNOW my maternal grandmother didn't, and I don't believe any other grandparent did, either. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? You mean like, a gas station or dollar store? Something small like that? In that case, I'll usually look for a Mountain Dew Voltage sometimes along with something Reese's-related. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, absofuckinglutely. He so obviously loves me. I know my snake doesn't though, considering reptilian brains just physically aren't capable of creating that emotion. She does, however, obviously trust me and definitely seems to enjoy coming out of her terrarium and thus hanging out by me. Bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I loved drawing with chalk, but I like bubbles more. I just love how they catch light and have such beautiful colors to share. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. Are you proud of your body? FUCK no. I wish I still was, goddammit. I used to be so fit, and it's funny, because even back then at like, 118 lbs at 5'4'', I thought I was kinda chubby. Like bitch shut the fuck up. Watermelon or cherries? I honestly don't like either, but I'll definitely pick watermelon over cherries. They're disgusting. What is your all-time favourite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Biiiiiitch guess lmao. I think everyone has, though. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? Definitely 3TEETH. Love 'em. Favourite brand of cookies? Hm, good question. They've gotta be good at making SOFT chocolate chip cookies, though. I don't enjoy crunchy cookies nearly as much. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? I don't really know. Oh, y'know, chatting with Edgar Allan Poe would probably be cool. Do you pay for your own things? I literally can't. It's embarrassing. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? No. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Certain sexual things I've done, probably. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Of course. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I felt that way in my friendship with Colleen, but no romantic relationships. What would you consider unforgivable? Rape. Like no, go to hell. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Pre-Covid, yeah. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Probably how heavily judged women are for having ANYTHING "wrong" with their appearance. You could be five pounds over what is "normal" for your height and you're seen as fat. One strand of body hair, and you're disgusting. Bushy eyebrows, you're now manly. I could go on and on. Do you think that weed/marijuana should be legalized? Yes. Rate your typing speed on a scale from 1 - 10? 10. Do you enjoy tanning? Ugh, no. Just sitting there doing nothing but sweating. Have you ever written anybody an anonymous note? I have not. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Ketchup. Have you ever laid in a hammock? Yeah; we used to have one. It was the best when we lived in the woods. Do you blow dry your hair or do you let it air out? I just let it air dry. Candles or incense? I prefer incense. Can you juggle? No. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you catch lizards? No; I don't like terrifying wildlife. I'd much rather just take pictures of the little guys and let them go about their business. If we returned to a world without internet, what aspect of online life would you miss the most? YouTube, haha. It's more unique and personal entertainment than television, imo. Are you craving anything aside from food, and if so, what? I want a new piercinggggg. What was the last change you made to your lifestyle? I'm *trying* to get back into regularly making art, along with reading. I'm also really trying to implement drinking more water into my day. What was the last thing you gave up doing? *shrug* What was the last thing to boost your self-esteem? What sort of things typically make you feel good about yourself? It really, really helped to hear my PHP group enjoy my poem about gay rights so much. I was so terrified and did NOT want my therapist to share it, but it turned out being very beneficial. To answer the second question, it's pretty much stuff like I just mentioned: positive reactions to things I create. When it comes to food, do you prefer crunchy or softer textures? Definitely softer. Do you prefer savory or sweet things for breakfast? Hm. Depends on the day, ig. What is something small that you take extremely personally? I'm blanking. What was going on the last time you couldn’t sleep? I just... couldn't sleep. That's not rare for me. Have you drawn anything recently? I recently drew a picture of a still from Rammstein's "Mutter" music video, and I'm now working on Sara's 'kat Alucard. If you're going somewhere close by, do you walk? No. One simply does not walk in this town and not fear being shot. Do you prefer colorful notebooks over plain ones? I like colorful ones, particularly those with a nice pattern or something on it. What's your most ambitious goal? I'd consider wanting to be a successful freelance photographer to be rather ambitious. Do you know anyone named Alex? Well, knew, by this point. One of my closest online friends that just got a boyfriend and fell off the face of the planet when we used to talk every day. I'm still hurt about it, honestly. What's your favorite kind of pie? I don't like pie because of the crust being so, well... crusty and crumbly. Have you ever chatted someone up and scored a date? No. How far would you go with someone you just met? Not very far at all. All you're getting is a hug, if even that. What's your favorite meal to have for dinner? I mean, it depends on what I feel like having. I don't have a set favorite meal. What do you daydream about? The future, mostly. People I miss. Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on? Yes, Sara. <3 We met via YouTube back when it had much more social connection. Have you ever been to the beach? Yeah, a good number of times. When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I don't believe I've been ill in any sort of way since I had that ungodly ear infection a few years ago. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yeah, Colleen's house. Mom once tried kicking me out of the car one night otw home, but I didn't listen. Have you ever intentionally trolled? No. How many siblings do your parents have? Mom has two brothers and I think one sister, and Dad has one sister. Who last held your hand? My niece or nephew, dragging me somewhere, haha. Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? No, not interested. What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I'm watching John Wolfe's playthrough of Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. It's so funny how like... every let's player I watch doesn't enjoy the game, like they miss the incredible symbolism and shy away from the advanced language, and sometimes it's just frustrating to watch them; I only do because I enjoy the game and want to see more people experience it and relive it vicariously. It's very high on my list of favorite games. What sport do you find yourself best at? I wouldn't know; I haven't played any sports in years. I was pretty good at softball as a kid, though. Do you think makeup on guys is freaky or sexy? My opinion shouldn't matter; a man can wear makeup whenever he damn well pleases without worrying what others think. But anyway, I tend to find it attractive, especially if it's goth makeup. Have you ever been accused of a crime you did not commit? No. Do you like pickles? I love dill pickles. What was the craziest moment of your life? Probably just lying in that hospital bed following my OD, my mom and two best friends just sitting there with me. It was such a weird, weird feeling. Like I was just so done, frustrated beyond what I can say. I remember thinking it was almost funny, just how it all built up and went wrong. Where do you spend most of your time? In my room on my bed. What is your favorite muffin? Chocolate chip. Would you ever get a boob job? I already know when/if I lose the weight I want to, it will be kind of a big deal to me and my atrocious body image to get a breast lift. Being overweight ~does things~ you know, and god knows I want every trace of it that can be erased gone. Would you ever go on a reality TV dating show? That's a massive "no" from me, buddy. Would you rather be inside or outside? It depends on where I am and the temperature outside, but generally, inside. Do you like the current president? Well, I voted for him, so I can't shit-talk much. I don't know the true depths of him as a person and all he stands for, though; when I decided I needed to vote, I just did some research on his core values. I don't have any complaints yet, from what I've seen at least, which isn't a lot. Do you whiten your teeth? I've used whitening strips before, but I don't now because they're not that effective. If it's financially plausible at some point in my life, teeth whitening is another thing I want to have medically done because of my previous horrible self-care. My teeth have a clear yellow tint and I hate it. Do you get cold easily? No; it's actually the opposite: I get hot easily. What was the worst sickness you ever had? Probably this one stomach bug I had where I just threw up relentlessly. Like eventually barely even bile would come up; it was just dry heaving. My stomach muscles were in agony. Was your childhood wasted by something? No, thankfully. Would you rather die during an adventure or die like a normal person? A normal person. The idea of having such a sudden death stresses me out for multiple reasons; I mostly don't want my family to just be suddenly devastated, and I honestly want to come to peace with the fact I was dying. Like, find my life's own closure instead of just having it ripped away. Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? Jesus, I sure hope not. Do you have a gag reflex? A very strong one. Do you ever fantasize about trying drugs? I've wondered before what the effects of weed would be like for me, but "fantasize" is definitely the wrong word. Would you rather have sex before you’re married or wait till marriage? It'd be up to my partner, honestly, because I'm fine with either. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? I never did dares because I thought they were stupid. Like I'm not gonna do dumb shit just to show you I can. Do you know anyone who has been raped? I think I might? Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Yeah. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? No. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones are just big and clunky and in the way when you use a laptop in bed, plus they irritate my skin. I like how earbuds actually go in your ears for more direct hearing. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? If I wanted children, no, because I don't think I'm capable to give a child like that adequate care, being so mentally ill myself. I wouldn't want to risk worsening their condition. Favorite thing to do with a significant other? Play games together, particularly cute multiplayer ones that are more about the experience of playing together versus getting past difficult obstacles and such. Like for example, one of my favorite memories with Jason is simply playing Little Big Planet together. Favorite ice cream topping? I don't like many toppings on my ice cream, but I do love melted hot fudge. First boyfriend/girlfriend’s name? Aaron. Do you support PETA? Considering they are incredibly self-righteous extremists, no. Do you believe in the Big Bang Theory? Well, I believe in some sort of "god" figure that created the universe, so I don't think so. A condensed ball of nothing exploding to create something so extravagant? It sounds pretty far-fetched to me. But then again, maybe that semblance of a "god" I believe in created the universe through that, idk. It doesn't really matter now, though, does it. What happened happened, I'm not very concerned with it. What insect can you not stand the site of? It's more so larvae that I can't stand the sight of, like maggots and stuff. They make me squirm. Do you like Doctor Who? I've only seen one or two episodes, so I can't say. Do you approve of gay marriage? Of course I do. I'm bisexual and would like to get married, so I might marry a woman. Are you into politics? I'm really not. Do you think the world is ending soon? Nah, even though it sure does feel like it sometimes. Ever been to a mosh pit? No, they don't seem very fun at all. Do you like to debate? NO. NO NO NO. Do you like the band System of a Down? Yeah, I do. Are you German? It's a big part of my heritage. Do your parents like your best friend? Yes. Who’s someone you can act your complete self around? Sara, 100%. She's the only person I feel entirely comfortable around when it comes to being myself. Do you believe in Friday the 13th? I don't believe in there being any supernatural power to it, no. Who is your favorite rapper? Eminem. What age is your youngest aunt? Uhhhh I have no idea. Do you like bowling? Sure, it's fun. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I do. What shows or characters scared you as a child? Ghostface from the Scream series was my worst fucking nightmare. I couldn't even see pictures of him without crying. The King Ramses guy from Courage the Cowardly Dog also gave me a number of nightmares. Something about the way he was animated was very unnatural and unnerving to me.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''castle of glass'' by linkin park

[engaged19times]

RHONJ season 10, episode 2 recrap - Espadrille Fashion Show

Welcome back, scumbags! Pardon my late recap as I got sick this week (not Covid) but I’m back and ready to rumble!  In week 2 of our beloved RHONJ (most of) the girls escape for a vacay, Frank Sr. shoots his shot, and Teresa and Jackie’s war rages on!

  We pick where we left off mid-World War III in Margaret’s multi-patterned pink and orange Dunkin’ Donuts acid trip of a living room (all it’s missing is her husband Joe B. in a visor making coffee and buzzing people into the restroom) where the frazzled Jackie has just committed the grave offense of checkmating Teresa the Don with an ill-advised analogy about her dorter.  Teresa storms out of Marge’s dizzying rainbow zig-zag foyer (you could say that she runs on Dunkin’™) screaming the C-word (no Joe B., not coffee cake) repeatedly, high-tails it back to her own ornate brick estate which looks like a Carrabba’s built for Time Square (does everyone on this show furnish their homes from a franchise catalog?), and immediately calls her sister-in-law of whom she’s decided to cease fire on long enough to demand blind loyalty.  Weary Melissa is rightfully hesitant of siding with her on-again-off-again nemesis-in-law but luckily the Don will have all weekend to convince her (make her an offer she can’t refuse) because in a few days Margaret’s hosting a girls trip to Lake George to relax (read: shriek in big hats by a lake). Teresa is still reeling from the stress of Jackie defending herself by using Teresa’s own tactics and is now in full wild-eyed Heath Ledger/Joker mode and is giddy at the thought of tormenting her chosen nemesis all weekend on this supposed vacation turned hostage situation.

Teresa runs on Dunkin’

  Next, Jen and her seven-year-old daughter Olivia who is chomping at the bit for screen time (wearing espadrille wedges like the North Jersey Suri Cruise she is) visit her beleaguered mother who is exiled on Grandma Island after the family ruled her guilty on the count of constant shittiness in the case of Grandma v. Grandpa.  The defendant pleads her innocence through questionable sobs that materialize out of thin air (and fail to produce any tears), we see a montage of her being generally toxic, and it appears that she might have also graduated from the Teresa Guidice School of I’m-Not-Guilty-Of-The-Things-I-Clearly-Did-On-Camera.  

Espadrille girl in an espadrille world.

  Dolores continues to complain about her workaholic, commitment-phobe boyfriend David to both her adorable mother (please be my grandma!) and her greasy meatball sub of an ex-husband Frank. I love Dolores to the shore and back but this hot girl clearly craves a big bossy man-about-town meathead with a questionable record and a gold chain not a buttoned-up doctor who hates social events and hopefully this nagging storyline wraps up quickly or I’m going to start siding with Dr. David.

  Our jet-setters finish packing their most impractical bedazzled footwear (so many espadrilles!  Is someone on production in cahoots with big espadrille?) for a hard-partying jaunt to Lake George which to most is a relaxing sleepy vacation town surrounded by nature but to this crew of quar-fatigued cool moms is the Ibiza of the Northeast.  Troop Beverly Hills (oh how I wish Danielle was still here so I could call them Troop Beverly Merrill) meet up at Chateau Marge’s DD Lounge (The Cheers of Paterson, if you will) to await their chariot (luxury passenger van). Margaret’s  cute employee Lexi will be joining but Jackie has intelligently but unfortunately for us decided to stay home and avoid being the Itchy to Teresa’s Scratchy all weekend which will allow Tre to clear her head... right? Absolutely not! The Don has been swirling brandy in her dimly-lit mafia office plotting sweet revenge all week so instead of torturing her prey as planned she’ll spend it dragging Jackie to their mutual friends every chance she gets. How relaxing!

Espadrille fashion show.

  In lighter feud news, Jen and Melissa are still touch-and-go after last year’s reunion where Jen heroically broke the fourth wall and roasted Melissa’s annual fake storyline (last year’s totally exhausting journey: should we try to have a baby?... the year after I had my tubes tied?) and while she was embarrassed by this brazen call out I think we can breathe a sigh of relief because it appears that she might have taken the note to which we all owe Jen a hearty round of applause.

  While the troop busses to New York and Tre exhaustingly redirects every conversation back to Jackie, brother husbands Frank and David go on a romantic one-on-one to the equally relaxing ReloaderzNJ gun range where we learn that Frank had a horrific work accident six months ago that detached his quads (I gasped!) and a kneecap (fucking yikes!) so he recovered at David’s house where I’m sure both of them flirted over a sudsy sponge bath or two. The point of this decidedly macho shooting range meet up is for Frank (a disbarred attorney with a history of cheating) to give David (a life-saving perinatologist who treats women with high-risk pregnancies seven days a week but can’t commit to his girlfriend of which he is patently incompatible with) some life and relationship advice that David awkwardly smiles and nods through.  

  Troop Beverly Merrill (OK, I gave in) finally arrives at the lake and wastes no time getting shit-housed.  Dolores and Melissa change into unfortunate coordinating jean ensembles like some sort of Destiny’s Child castoffs, Marge wrestles her alert new honkers into another whisper of a silk getup that they refuse to be tamed by, and the Don continues her exhausting anti-Jackie one-woman show.

Jean queens.

  We wrap up at dinner where Jen smooths things over with Melissa (for now), we learn that Dr. David is apparently an unrivaled sexual stallion in bed (OK Dolores, we all get it now), and Tre shares that her daughter Gia, forever bridled with the burden of corralling the emotionally immature adults in her life, told her mother to apologize because they’re both in the wrong and it ironically appears she might be the only human capable of hand-holding Tre through a reconciliation. 

  Will Teresa step up to the plate? Will David ever emotionally fulfill Dolores?  Joe, may I please have a bacon Wake-up Wrap™ and a large black iced coffee? The answers to none of those questions and more NEXT WEEK! Share if you enjoyed and once again - sorry for the delay!

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