#i didn’t even do anything I’m just Hispanic and smart and they give me money

[bookwyrminspiration]

opened a random email in high school now I get college paid for and 2k a semester for being hispanic. I didn’t even do it on purpose

#shitpost #quil’s unholy underworld #imagine if I hadn’t opened that random email a couple years ago? #well. actually it wouldn’t be much different because I earned a second scholarship about the same value I just could only redeem one #anyway #i didn’t even do anything I’m just Hispanic and smart and they give me money #cause I randomly filled out a form one day #<- not a scholarship application form a completely different one I didn’t even know could relate to scholarships #it was mostly for fun #and now it’s like. a lot of money #are you sure you want to give me this money? #yes I’m Hispanic but not fully it’s a whole internal crises I’ve had going for several years #i feel like someone else needs this more #i earned the non-Hispanic one you could give the Hispanic scholarship to someone more Hispanic

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Cherry Coke Special: Seven

In the dark of your bedroom, Bucky pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. It had been beautiful being between your thighs, pinning you to the bed. Everything he’d hoped for as you came apart again and again. You make a soft sleepy sound, and he smiles, “Such a good girl for me,” he praises, “Lettin’ me, take care of you.”

“I didn’t wanna ask,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes slowly, “Didn’t want to take things awkward if you turned me down.”

He chuckles softly and pets your stomach, leaning down to kiss the swell softly. “Darlin’,” he scolds affectionately, “I wanted to get you in bed since the night I first saw you.”

Your cheeks heat, and you card your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles your stomach. It feels nice. You didn’t think he’d be this soft in the afterglow. Of course, you also didn’t know he’d spend this much time with you. Especially now that you’re getting more obviously pregnant with your ex’s baby. “Oh,” you murmur, arching into his light touches with a sigh.

“So touch starved,” he murmured, “That’s not good.”

“Or I’m just needy,” you answer, stretching.

Bucky grins, “I like that better,” he says, “I think I like you needy.” It’s true. He really does. Because of how you’re needy. You need him. Not his money or influence. You have an impact of your own, even if you don’t have money. You never ask him for anything. Not really even his time, granted. He volunteers it. But still. It’s a nice change. He’d like to buy you pretty things. New clothes and some jewelry, but he knows you’d probably be uncomfortable. Still. He had a little list of baby things he was going to start buying. 

“You say that until I start calling you, so you’ll come to cuddle,” you tease.

“Please do it,” he murmured, kissing your tummy again. Lots of soft, wet, hungry kisses that make you shiver. 

“Yeah?” you ask, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “You’re my girl, remember?”

“You don’t let me forget it,” you answer.

“Damn right I don’t,” he grouses, sliding out of bed and pulling on his pants.

“Where are you going?” you ask, sitting up.

“To go heat up your dinner so you can eat it. Ya horn dog,” he says, smirking, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you,” you tell him, smiling a little. Now that you can think about anything but Bucky in his grey sweat pants, you are getting hungry. 

_______

Friday at noon, when you walked out of the building, Nat was sitting in a black car at the curb, and she rolled the window down. “Everything okay?” you ask, leaning on the door.

“Bucky sent me. Told me to tell you he got hung up in meetings,” she answered.

“Is that what actually happened?” you counter, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. She liked you. You were smart. Smart enough to know when to ask direct questions and when to dance around. “I’m supposed to take you to your appointment, then take you home.”

“Okay,” you sigh, opening the door and sliding in. 

“Sorry,” she said, looking over her shoulder to back up, “Boss’ orders.”

“I know,” you snort, “He’s gonna be irritated at me, but I got an overnight to run tonight.”

“Overnight?”

You nod, yawning. You’re wrecked, and your day just barely started. “Audits are coming up. So I gotta get charts done right and make sure everything is all pretty and up to snuff for State, so we keep our accreditations.”

“Why you gotta do it at night, though?” she asked. 

You shrug, “I get more done on overnights. There are fewer interruptions and people needing stuff because aside from a handful of people that work nights, all my clients are in bed. And 3rd shift is basically just there to watch the desk and clean.”

Natasha nodded, smirking, “So much for a sleep schedule.”

“I mean, when the baby gets here, I’ll be sleep deprived anyway,” you point out.

She nodded, “That’s true,” she allowed, “But yeah, Bucky’s gonna be irritated.”

“Can’t be helped,” you tell her. “I still gotta look after my clients.”

Natasha grinned at you. You were definitely good for Bucky. It was good for him to have someone he couldn’t boss around, not that he wanted to do it anyway. He’d probably just fuss and be irritable. 

____________

A clean bill of health given and everything with the baby doing fine, Natasha drove you home and let you out in front of the building, trusting Bucky’s guys on the inside and his security to take care of you the rest of the way up to the apartment. 

You let yourself in and drop your bag by the door and kick your trainers into the closet. You had one thought. Bed. You just wanted to go back to bed and try and get some rest so you could get your work finished tonight. It was bad enough you weren’t getting overtime for it. 

So by the time you stripped out of your scrubs and dived naked under the covers, snuggling into your small mountain of pillows and blankets, you’re in heaven. 

At least until your alarm goes off to wake you back up to get ready. 

The one saving grace is that you can wear whatever you want. So as you pull on leggings and a thick hoodie to keep you comfortable while you’re up and down all night. Shoes on, hair up, you bend to pick up your bag and have to struggle for just a second to pick it up and sigh. Pack on the table, you remind yourself. But still, as you walk to your car, you feel okay. Just the grogginess that comes with waking up after a nap in the middle of the day. 

When you walked into the building, it was quiet. The retired hotel had been converted into efficiency apartments and offices. Horizons offered treatment, medication management, Therapy, and 24-hour staff supervision, and you managed all of it. Coordinated staff, services for clients, and events. It was all your purview. And you loved it as much as you hated all the mundane red tape. Still, as you settled in behind the desk with some tea and a stack of paperwork to do. It was gonna be a long night. But, it was going to be a good chance to get it all done.

_______

Bucky glared at Nat across the desk, “What do you mean she’s at work?”

“She’s at work,” Nat said, shrugging, “She pulled in as scheduled at 11:30.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, “How was her appointment?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“Well. Going in was going to be awkward for both of us but a clean bill of health. No orders or prescriptions,” she answered, inspecting her nails.

He nodded slowly and exhaled, “Well, it looks like I’m headed across town.”

“She’s busy,” Nat said, rolling her eyes.

“I know,” he said, putting his jacket on, “But I’m still gonna get me a good night kiss.”

__________

When the side door opened, the metal locking mechanism echoing through the back hallway made you jerk upright. You half-turned to look at the security monitor and smiled a little. 

Bucky. 

You knew how he always knew where to find you. And why. What you didn’t know was how he always knew when you needed a pick me up. He either had a weirdly specific mutant power, or your security detail was more observant than you thought.

He walked around and leaned on the desk with a frown, “You’re supposed to be home in bed.”

“I already told her that,” Sharon yelled from the med room where she was putting away back stock. 

“And I told you I’ll sleep tomorrow,” you sigh, fighting a yawn.

“And I told you that if you don’t start taking care of yourself, I’m gonna knock your scrawny ass into next week,” she threatened cheerfully.

“Then I’ll kick your ass on Thursday... Now get your goddamn meds done and go home,” you say, taking a sip of tea.

Bucky liked visiting you at work, he decided, chuckling. Your people adored you. And you loved them right back. “Here,” you say, pulling out a desk chair for Bucky, “Sit. Collate. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky said, taking the seat and the stack of papers you slid over to him. 

“How were your meetings,” you ask idly.

“Meetings,” he sighed, “So fucking long.”

You shake your head, “Can’t you just tell people to fuck off and do what you say?”

“Darlin’,” he says, laughing, “I been trying to do that with you for months. I’m the boss. Not a miracle worker.”

“I’m different,” you remind him.

“Oh?” he hums, kissing your cheek.

“I’m cute,” you say, tossing your hair.

Bucky shook his head but didn’t get a chance to respond. A client, a huge Hispanic man with his hair in a braid down his back, had loped into the commons with headphones on. Singing loudly. 

You stand you and give him a sort of helpless, confused “The fuck?” gesture, and he stops and looks around, snatching his headphones off.

“Oh shit,” he groaned, “Is it quiet hours?”

“Yeah, for like an hour now.”

Shit. Sorry.” he said, turning back towards the elevator. “Oh wait!” he says, switching back and hurrying to the desk, “Hey, Sparky?”

“ ‘Sup Chava?” you ask, settling back in your chair with a groan.

“Can you look at my HUD shit? Irina told me she ain’t know how to do it.”

“Yeah,” you tell him yawning, “You can bring it down here real quick or shove it under my office door for Monday.”

“Monday?”

“There’s no one in the office for HUD after five on Friday,” you remind, “But I’ll be here at 7am. We can get it in before State comes in if I hustle.”

“Sparky, all you do is hustle,” he snorted.

“Somebody gotta,” you shrug.

Bucky sat back and watched the exchange. He didn’t understand your job. Not really. There were a lot of moving pieces and parts. What the fuck is HUD? What the blistered, bleeding fuck was he putting staples in and why did it matter if you were accredited. 

It seemed to him like playing by the rules was more trouble than it was worth.

#Bucky Barnes #soft bucky #mob!bucky #Mob!AU #natasha romanoff #Bucky x reader #fluff #domestic fluff #protective!bucky

[visions-from-reaver]

CHAPTER VIII: Finding John

First of all I want to apologize to the people who I have had to make wait for so long for this chapter! I am so so so so sorry! I lost motivation for a while and I also had a bad case of writers block on top of it all! -low key begging for forgiveness- Anyway enjoy this next chapter!

The morning sun brought a blinding white light shining through the dusty and cracked windows. Arthur groaned and blindly searched for his hat, which was on the table next to him. He placed his worn hat over his face to try and get some more sleep when voices outside his door caught his attention.

“So what are we gonna do now, Dutch?” Arthur recognized Hosea’s tired voice.

“We get strong, we get warm, we wait and when the storm breaks we move. But we’re safe here and warm enough not to freeze to death.” Dutch said, trying to reassure the older man.

“I guess.” Hosea didn’t sound so sure and Dutch seemed to pick up on it.

“You sound doubtful, Hosea.”

“I’m not doubtful, just worried.”

Arthur stood up and moved to lean against the door frame as he listened to the two men bicker at each other. They were both sitting in old, worn out, wooden chairs in front of the fire; trying to knock the chill out of the frigid morning air.

Dutch noticed Arthur and turned to address him “What do you think, Arthur?”

Arthur sighed not expecting to be called out by the leader “Well I wasn’t on that boat so hard to say, but I trust your judgement, Dutch, always have.”

“Thank you, son,” Dutch said, seemingly pleased with Arthur’s response before turning his attention back to Hosea. “We have been shot at before Hosea I don’t feel that this is honestly anything new.”

“I hope not…”

“We had a bit of bad luck, Hosea I’ll admit that. But then the storm covered our tracks, so now we wait a bit then we go back to Blackwater and we get our money, or we get some more money and we keep headin’ west.”

“But we’re heading east!” Hosea argued back like Dutch didn’t realize it himself.

“For now, Hosea. For now. But we got this. We’re safe!” Dutch paused as he stood up from the chair and laid his hand on Hosea’s shoulder “Stay strong, Hosea, and Arthur…” The leader turned once again to face him “Well you know me, son, I am just gettin’ started, and once we get some money...well they’d better send some good men after us, ‘cause they ain’t never gonna find us...but in order to get out of here we need money.”

Arthur nodded without hesitation “Of course, Dutch.”

Dutch stepped forward and placed his hand on Arthur’s shoulder “Thank you, son, for your strength. It means a lot to me...especially right now.”

“Sure.” Arthur said, “Oh, by the way, that kid from yesterday...there’s somethin’ strange about her.”

Dutch paused on his way out the door “I’m assuming something stranger than what she told us last night?” Dutch was confused, what could possibly be more strange than having someone tell you they were from the future?

“She knows about us Dutch. She knows we’re outlaws and I didn’t say nothin’ to her about that.” Arthur said a little frantically “She said she’d tell us this mornin’ but I..I jus’ don’t know.”

“So what do you suggest? That we just leave the poor girl up here to freeze? I raised you better than that, son.” Dutch’s tone was firm and condescending.

“No I ain’t sayin’ that at all I jus’...I jus’ think we should keep an eye on her. At least til’ we know for certain what’s goin’ on. I mean if…” Arthur stepped closer to Dutch so only he could hear him “If she is tellin’ the truth, and she really is from the future, then how the hell she even get here?”

“Did you ever think to ask her, Arthur? She might know about us, about who we are, but she is one girl. What could she possibly do to us?” Dutch had a point and Arthur knew it.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Now come on, let's go talk to her.” 

The pair walked outside into the cold morning air “Ms.Grimshaw!” Dutch called to the older woman of the camp.

“Yes, Dutch?” She replied as she hurried over 

“The young girl that we brought into our care, where is she?” Dutch asked as he looked around. 

“Ms.Heather?”

“Yes.”

“She is in that building with the rest of the girls. I think she is still asleep.” Ms.Grimshaw pointed to the old schoolhouse that sat across from the cabin that Dutch, Arthur, and Hosea were currently staying in.

“Thank you, Ms.Grimshaw. Arthur, you go in there and get her, I am gonna check on the others.” 

“Sure,” Arthur responded as he headed into the smaller building and directly into a hushed conversation.

“He ain’t been seen in days, the weather hasn’t let up…” Abigail said in a worried tone.

“He’s strong, and he’s smart.” Tilly Jackson said, trying to bring comfort to the distraught woman.

“Strong at least,” Abigail said in a spiteful tone, one she used only when talking about John Marston.

Arthur made his way over to the small fire burning in the fireplace as he looked around for Heather. He saw her sleeping in the far corner of the room, alone.

“Hello, Arthur,” Abigail said, trying to get his attention.

“Abigail,” Arthur responded shivering.

“Arthur...how you doing?”

“Just fine Abigail...and you?” He could tell she wanted something from him.

“I need you to…”

Arthur sighed and lightly rolled his eyes. He knew this was coming, whenever John got into any sort of trouble he was always the one to save him or clean up his messes.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m  sorry to ask but…”

“It’s little John...he’s got himself caught into a scrape again.” Arthur lightly brushed her off.

“He ain’t been seen in two...two days,” Abigail said frantically, trying her best not to become angry with Arthur.

“Your John’ll be fine. I mean, he may be as dumb as rocks and dull as rusted iron ...but that ain’t changin’ because...he got caught in some snowstorm!”

“At least go take a look.”

Arthur turned around hearing Hosea’s voice come from the door, it annoyed him a bit, but he wouldn’t voice it.

“Javier.”

“Yes?” An annoyed answer came from a Hispanic gentleman with a strong Mexican accent, sitting across from Arthur and Abigail.

“Javier, will you ride out with Arthur...to take a look for John? You’re the two best-fit men we’ve got right now.”

“Now?” Javier asked in almost disbelief, he had only just woken up himself.

“She’s…” Hosea turned to Abigail for a moment “We’re all worried about him.”

Arthur looked over at Hosea in annoyance giving him an old fashioned ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look.

“I know.” Javier sighed out “If the situation were reversed...he’d look for me.” He handed Arthur a sawed-off shotgun and headed out the door. 

Arthur grumbled and took in the room with a sigh “Alright, fine, but when the kid wakes up, tell her to go find Dutch. She’s got some explainin’ to do.” He then turned around and followed Javier out into the snow.

*****Two Days Prior*****

This was the biggest mistake that John Marston would probably ever make. He was lost and caught in the storm with hardly any food, on the back of some random horse he stole on the way out of Blackwater. Dutch had sent him and Micha to scout ahead of everyone else, things were fine but they got separated when the storm blew through. So now here he was, on the side of some mountain somewhere, huddled by a pathetic campfire that was hardly anything more than a few burning coals, freezing to death.

He searched in his satchel for some food, but could only find provisions for the poor stolen horse. He took a bite out of one of the oatcakes and nearly choked on how dry it was. “How can you stand to eat this stuff? It’s horrible.” He grumbled to the horse who was totally ignoring him. “Look at me, talkin’ to a horse, maybe I really am as stupid as everyone says?” It was then that he realized the situation he was in, he was going to starve out here if he didn’t find something to eat.

Arthur had tried to teach him how to hunt when he was younger but gave up pretty quickly when he obliterated a rabbit with a shotgun slug. He was around twelve at the time; hadn’t ever really been hunting. Most of the food he ate was what he dug out of the trash in the towns, or stole from the General Store when no one was looking. But now it seemed he would learn, or he would die. That, and there was another problem, there was no fresh water around him, which meant no fish, which would be the easiest thing for him to catch out here.

He ate half of another Oatcake, giving the rest to his stolen horse when he heard howls in the distance, which meant only one thing, wolves. He kicked some snow over his measly fire and mounted his horse spurring her in the opposite direction of the howls. These were going to be the longest two days of John Marston’s life.

**********

He was able to find a river, after about a day of travel. It was frigid cold, but clean and as clear as a crystal. He was able to catch a few fish with a makeshift spear made from a branch. “At least I can fish, unlike Arthur,” John said to himself as he cooked the flaky meat over the fire. It was bigger this time so it actually kept him warm, and hopefully, it would keep any predators away from him. A sound and movement in the distance caught his eye. He couldn’t exactly make out what it was, since it was dark and the only light was the burning fire, but it looked like the outline of a horse.

He quickly got to his feet, maybe someone in the gang had found him? “Hello! Is anyone there?!” Silence answered him in return “You’re goin’ crazy Marston…” The shadow came closer and his stolen horse spooked and reared. “Easy girl!” John shouted to try and calm his steed down. He looked back up to where he saw the shadow of the horse only for it to be gone. “Yep...you’ve officially lost your damn mind.” A howl rose in the distance, not too far from where he was now. A chill ran down his spine at the sound, the wolves had followed his scent and they were getting closer.

He quickly mounted his horse, not bothering to put out the fire. His horse spooked as he mounted the saddle and bolted across the river and up the side of the mountain. “Woah girl, easy!” More howls pierced the air, they were close this time, way too close. “Come on, faster!” John yelled as he spurred the mare in the side.

Snarls sounded at their backs, along with the sound of snapping jaws. John's horse squealed, bucked, and toppled over onto her side, throwing him into the snow. Pain tore through John as the wind was knocked from his lungs. As he struggled to get up he was knocked onto his back. Pain raked down the side of his face as a snarl ripped through the air and into his ear. John yelled and fought the wolf off with a struggle, when he looked over his horse was on the ground, its intestines spilled out into the snow. He clumsily got to his feet and stumbled away from the gruesome scene and up the side of the mountain.

He heard snorting behind him, thundering hooves in the snow. But that wasn’t possible, his horse was dead. John spun around to see what was running up behind him. A large black stallion slammed into him, its eyes a pure moonstone white, its hooves a deep silver, and its teeth sharp as daggers. He fell back down into the snow as the beast stood over him, facing the direction he ran from. He was too afraid to move, afraid of being trampled under this horse’s hooves. He heard the howls in the distance. The wolves, he was gonna die, he just knew it, he could feel it in his gut.

The horse above him was calm, rigid, but calm, like a guardian. He saw the wolves now, running up the hill towards him at full speed. The stallion reared onto his hind hooves. He then charged the wolves at full speed, snapping at them almost like a dog. John didn’t wait around to see what happened to the horse, he got up and continued sprinting up the side of the mountain, disappearing into the storm.

*****Present Day*****

“This way. Last I know, John was headed up the river.” Javier said as he led Arthur north up the mountain.

“For all we know...he kept riding north and never looked back,” Arthur said as he drove his stolen horse into the snowstorm. He was annoyed, annoyed that he was having to once again go and clean up one of John Marston’s messes.

“He wouldn’t leave. Not like that.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

The pair rode further up the mountain in silence, the wind, though it had calmed down considerably from the day before, was biting and tearing at their bodies and lungs. 

“Hey!” Javier called over the howling wind, “I see some smoke. Come on, let’s take a look!”

“Sure, let’s just hope it ain’t more of O’Driscoll’s boys!” Arthur responded as he spurred his mount to go just a little faster through the snow.

“Well…” Javier climbed down off his horse as they got to the smoldering campfire. “...Seems somebody left….” he stuck his hand down close to the ashes and felt they were still warm. “...recently….and they went...that way!” A pair of hoof marks left the fireside and across the river, followed by what seemed to be several considerable-sized paw prints. 

“Sure, well, come on then!” With a slight sinking feeling in his gut as he followed Javier across the river. “So, do you think it’s John?”

“You tell me. Those are horse tracks for sure, but it could be anyone. Let’s see where they lead us.”

Arthur had a burning question. He wanted to know what happened back in that town back in Blackwater. “So….you were there, Javier, what really happened on that boat?”

Javier was silent for a moment before he answered. “We had the money, it seemed fine, then suddenly they were everywhere….”

“Bounty hunters?”

“No. Pinkertons. It was crazy. Raining bullets.”

Arthur had heard tell of the Pinkertons. The Pinkerton Detective Agency. If bounty hunters and sheriffs couldn’t stop the gangs of outlaws, the Pinkertons were called in to take them down. It wasn’t peaceful either. Everyone would be killed.

“Dutch killed a girl in a….bad way. But it was a bad situation.”

“That ain’t like him, though,” Arthur exclaimed. Sure they were outlaws, criminals, but Dutch Van Der Linde never killed anyone in cold blood, never. 

They came across a large ravine, and the horses whinnied and tossed their heads.

“Easy boy, it’s okay, you’re alright.” Arthur patted the horse’s neck, trying to soothe him.

“The tracks lead around it, to the other side, see?” Javier said as he pointed in front of him. “I don’t know why he’d come all the way out here, though, especially in this weather.”

“I saw some paw prints alongside the horse tracks a ways back,” Arthur said as he guided his horse alongside the ravine.

“Do you think they are wolves?” Javier asked, concerned.

“Possibly, I don’t know of any coyotes living this far north,” Arthur replied.

“We need to hurry then. He could be hurt. He’s already been shot!” Javier called as he spurred his horse to go faster once it was safe to do so.

“He got shot during that whole mess?!”

“Yeah! So did Mac! We still haven’t heard about what happened to Sean!”

“Damn…I knew John was hurt, just didn’t know he got shot.” Arthur’s mind whirled at the new piece of information. Just because he and John had a falling out, didn’t mean Arthur wanted the man dead.

“To be honest with you, Arthur, I’m surprised we escaped at all.”

“What you mean?”

“By the time you and the boys showed up from the other side of town; we were only just holding on…”

“Damn...that was some bad business alright. I’m glad we made it out alive...for the most part anyways.”

The weather only got worse the farther up the mountain they went.

“Damn snow is comin’ in hard again!” Arthur yelled

“I know, we need to move fast!”

They reached a pass that seemed to cut the top of the mountain almost in half, the snow was much thicker here, untouched, which made it hard on their horses.

“Come on boy!” Arthur said, trying to encourage his horse. “The horses are getting tired, Javier!”

“I know, there's a lot of fresh snow here!”

The tracks they were following only moments ago were completely covered by the freshly fallen snow.

“I don’t know about this, Javier. W-We can’t follow nothin’!”

“Let's push on a little bit, we might be able to pick up the tracks again.”

The path curved up and around, cresting at a somewhat flat area that seemed to connect to the side of another mountain. Just down that path was something that neither of them wanted to see.

“Arthur...do you see that?” Javier sounded concerned as he spurred his horse into a canter “John was riding that horse when we left Blackwater.”

“Oh...thats…” Arthur didn’t even want to finish his sentence. The horse was gutted, its entrails covered in snow and ice.

“He couldn’t have gotten too much further on foot, let's see if he can hear us.” Javier pulled out his revolver and shot up into the air, the crack of the shot echoing off the sides of the surrounding mountains.

**********

John was freezing, he had barely escaped those wolves with his life intact and he now found himself huddled on a cliff edge, alone. Or at least he thought he was alone. The sudden sound of crunching snow behind him told him otherwise. He carefully turned around to face whatever was behind him, his body screaming in protest with the effort it took. There, in the cleft of the overhanging rock stood the massive stallion from earlier. It pierced him with its coal black eyes and John felt a chill go down his back. What was this beast?

His thought was cut short when he heard the distinct sound of a gunshot ring out through the howling wind. He did the first thing his mind told him to; he yelled. “HEY! OVER HERE!” He continued to yell until he heard two voices he immediately recognized. 

“Marston, you hear me? Marston!” Arthur.

“John! Where are you? Can you hear us!” Javier.

“I’m over here! On this ledge!” John called back to them. “Over here!” John yelled as he saw Javier come into view, only to watch him stop dead in his tracks.

**********

“Alright. Pipe down, Marston.” Arthur grumbled as he ran straight into Javier with a grunt. “What’chu stop for?” He asked; catching the smaller man before he could fall over.

“Arthur….what is that?” Javier said as he pointed over behind John, in the cleft of the rock face, and straight at the large black stallion.

“Holy shit...how’d you get up here?” Arthur mumbled as he stepped around Javier.

“Wait, you recognize this horse?” John called over his shoulder at Arthur.

“Yeah. I know him. He belongs to the kid.” Arthur grumbled as he stroked the horse’s muzzle.

“Kid?” John questioned “What kid?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Marston. All you need to worry about is gettin’ the hell offa this mountain.” Arthur snapped in rebuttal.

“Looks like we can go back down that way.” Javier said as he pointed to what appeared to be another path down.

“Alright then. C’mon.” Arthur gently grabbed Reaver’s makeshift bridle and tugged him forward; clicking his tongue to get the beast to follow him. “Here.” Arthur grumbled as he reached Javier “Hold him still, and for the love o’ God don’t spook him.”

Javier reluctantly held onto the bridle, keeping the stallion still as Arthur bent down and grabbed John, pulling him up and away from the cliff edge.

“Don’t die jus’ yet cowboy.” Arthur grunted as he put John on Reaver’s back.

Reaver startled and snorted, lightly rearing onto his hind legs. “Woah! Easy!” John yelled and gripped onto the rope that was used in place of reins with as much strength as he could muster up. “Where’d you say you found this horse?” 

“In a barn back where the rest of us are holed up.” Arthur murmured as he soothed the stallion, grabbing the bridle and tugging him forward along the path down the mountain.

“Has he even been broken?” Javier asked as he walked alongside them.

“No, I don’t think so. He don’t like bein’ spurred'. Bastard tried to throw me when I used ‘em.” Arthur replied.

“He don’t like wolves neither. Ran straight at them!” John exclaimed.

Arthur laughed “Y-haha! You mean to tell me a horse had to save your sorry hide from wolves?”

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s true!” John argued

“Sure! I believe you, Marston. I believe you jus’ about as much as I believed that ferry job in Blackwater was gonna work.” Arthur growled out, “I told Dutch not to send you out on the scoutin’ job once we got up in the mountains, told him you weren’t the right man for it.”

“Yeah...guess you were right on that one.” John grunted in pain.

“‘Course I was right! Jus’ look at you! You was almost wolf food! Best be glad that Abigail was worried ‘bout you, cause I wasn’t.”

“If you hate me so much just say it Arthur.” John murmured

“Alright, Marston.” Arthur quipped as he spun around to face John “I-”

“We’ve got a problem…” Javier said and pointed up to a cliff. Three wolves were staring them down, some already looked pretty mangled up, ears torn and bleeding, or favoring one leg more than the others.

“Aw shit....you two get on outta here. I’ll deal with the rest of John’s friends.” Arthur handed the reins over to Javier as he pulled his sawed-off from his holster, pulling the hammers back. “Come and get me, you bastards.” Arthur growled as the wolves charged down the hill.

Arthur aimed at the first wolf and pulled the trigger. A spattering of blood sprinkled the pure white snow as the wolf went down. The others hesitated for a moment, hackles raised, lips pulled back in a menacing snarl. 

“Well?! C’mon then! I ain’t got all day!” Arthur snarled through his teeth at the beasts.

Two more wolves lunged at him, one straight on, the other lunging at his arm. BANG! The shotgun went off again as a second wolf hit the snow in a pool of fresh steaming blood.  A cry ripped from Arthur as the other wolf latched onto his arm “Get the hell offa me!” He yelled as he hit the wolf in the head with the muzzle of the gun. The wolf let go and fell into the snow with a yelp. Arthur quickly reloaded the gun and shot the beast, only stopping to catch his breath after he made sure it stayed down like the others.

“Arthur, are you alright?!” Javier called 

“I’m fine! Just got bit, I’ll live!” Arthur called back as he made his way over to Javier and John. “Lets get outta here and get John back to the others.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Javier exclaimed as he whistled for his and Arthur’s stolen horse before mounting up and looking over his shoulder. “You okay back there John?”

“I-I don’t feel so good…” John answered

“It’s just a dog bite, you’ll be fine.” Arthur grumbled as he mounted his stolen horse.

“Knew a fella who got bit by a dog, he died two days later.” John said.

“Yeah well, that ain’t gonna happen to you. We wouldn’t get lucky enough.” Arthur mumbled the last bit to himself as he tied Reaver’s makeshift reins to the back of his horse’s saddle. “C’mon lets get a move on, we’re losin’ daylight and I’d prefer not to be stuck out here all night.”

“You and me both.” Agreed John.

“Shut up Marston.” Arthur ground out as he spurred his stolen horse forward and back towards Colter.

#OutlawLegends #ReaverBeingAGoodBoi #arthur morgan #john marston #javier escuella #abigail roberts #hosea matthews #Dutch Van Der Linde #chapter 8 #MyGodThisChapterIsLong #SorryForTheWait

[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt 15

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her (Aramour)

The girls are well on their way to their new house, but first they have to stop at the Seymour household. Total fluff chapter.

Midway through the night, Jane had woken up and taken over driving for an hour before Catherine insisted on driving the rest of the way.

“Just until eight or nine, or whenever you wake up. I can handle it,” Catherine promised her.

Around eight, Jane’s phone began to ring, Margaret’s name appearing.

“It’s Cath. She’s asleep.”

“Oh. Well, how are things? How is she holding up? How are you holding up?”

“She’s okay. I’m doing my best not to rush anything. You have no idea how much your daughter really means to me.”

“I think I have an idea. Just keep in mind, I’ve seen how you acted and looked around her for the past ten years. You look at her in ways Henry never could. Jim, he sees it too.”

“Oh.”

“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ve, even when she was with Henry, John and I wanted you two to-”

“Well,” Catherine began to stutter.

“Who’s on the phone?” Jane shifted in her seat as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s your mom.”

“Oh hi Mom,” Jane yawned.

“Well, I’ll let you get going. Sending much love to you three angels.”

“Bye mom. I love you.”

“I love you too Jane. Cath, we’ll talk later.” Margaret hung up.

“Ready for some breakfast?”

“You’re talking to someone who is seven months pregnant. Of course I’m ready for breakfast you fool.”

“I’m a fool that loves you.” Catherine kissed Jane’s hand. “Let me just tell the others.

“Marge! Where are you?” John called from their bedroom.

“Terrace. Just got off the phone with Catherine.”

“Oh, how are they?”

“I couldn’t get them to admit if they’re together or not.”

“Dammit. Just, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill.

“Wow.” Margaret stood shocked but didn't take the bill. “I’ve never seen you just give into something so easily before.”

“This is so stupid. We share all of our money anyway,” John grumbled.

“Yes, but a bet is a bet.”

“Did you tell her?” Jane questioned Catherine as the two got out of the car.

“No, but I’m willing to bet that she knows something is up. You know your mother isn’t that stupid. And with the other four coming with us, one of them is bound to slip if we don't. Probably Boleyn.”

“Hey!” Anne called from her car. “I can keep a secret if I want to!”

“Yeah right,” Kat muttered from the passenger seat.

As the six sat down at the table, Jane laid down the rules. Any food that Margaret was to offer them, they were to accept. It would be foolish not too. In the words of the blonde, “If you think my cooking is good, my mother’s cooking is heavenly.” The biggest rule, as Catherine would say was “Do not let it slip that Jane and I are dating. I know they wouldn’t care and are actually probably rooting for us to get together, but we aren’t ready to tell them. At least not yet.”

The six ate rather quickly and began to get back into the cars.

“Jane’s parents are about twenty minutes away. We can lead if you want?” Catherine informed the others who agreed quickly.

“Are you ready to see your parents?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do! Can I drive?”

“You’re so spoiled.” Catherine patted her butt on the way out.

“Lina!” She squeaked. “We’re in public!”

“Yeah, I know. I just really love that we’re together.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah yeah. Here,” Catherine laughed as she handed Jane the keys. “Get moving.” Jane started to walk, but Catherine hung back a few seconds.

“Get to the car you perv!” Jane yelled over her shoulder. “I can feel your staring!”

“I’m sorry. I just really love you.” Catherine jogged to where Jane had stopped.

“She’s not sorry!” Anne called out from her car.

“Who the hell could that be?” John was woken from his nap on the couch.

“I’ll get it. Stay here.” Margaret pushed herself up from her husband’s lap. “John!” Margaret gasped when she opened the door.

“Daddy!” Jane ran to her father.

“Babe! Oh my gosh! You look beautiful!”

“Hey Marge,” Catherine gave the older Seymour a hug.

“Hey John.” The hispanic leaded in to hug her girlfriend’s father.

“Janey, I know you’re a daddy’s girl, but I’m really feeling like chopped liver over here,” Margaret teased.

“Mom! Oh my gosh!” Jane flew into her mother’s warm arms before pulling away. “I have some friends I’d like you to meet.”

“Oh yes! You must all be the friends I’ve heard so much about!”

“This is Anne.” Jane gestured to the young woman with her hair in space buns.

“Pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Seymour.” She stuck out her hand.

“No no, we don’t do formalities here. It’s Margaret and John.” John shook the woman’s hand, but Margaret pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m Anna.” Margaret also pulled her into a hug, and Cleves awkwardly patted her on the back. “Sorry, I’m not really used to the whole hug thing.”

“Oh dear, if it made you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again.”

“It’s not a problem. I’ll just have to adjust.” Anna smiled softly at the woman.

“I’m Catherine, but you can call me Cathy.”

“Ah yes, the writer. I’ve read some of your work. Very smart woman you are,” John spoke up.

“And you must be Kat.” Margaret smiled warmly at the pink haired woman slightly hiding behind Anna. “Jane’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh?” Kat hummed. “Uhm, nice to meet you. Jane’s told me a lot about you guys too, and uh, you did a great job raising her. She’s honestly the kindest woman I know.”

“Hey!” Anne whined. “I thought that was me.”

“No need to bicker girls. I’ve told my parents about all of you,” Jane sighed before the two cousins could get into it.

“She really is a good kid, isn’t she?” Margaret prided herself on raising Jane right.

“So, I heard you’re a good cook,” Anna grinned.

“Oh, is Janey talking about my cooking again?”

“She said, ‘If you think my cooking is good, my mother’s cooking is heavenly.’”

“Oh she’s so silly. But I do have a pie baking in the oven. How long are you guys planning on sticking around? It’s almost done, and then it just has to cool. In the meantime, I can whip something up.”

“I’m not sure, but probably long enough to have some pie.”

“Okay well girls, make yourselves at home. You must all be exhausted after driving all night. If anyone needs to take a nap, Jane’s room is the first door upstairs on the right, and the guest room is across the hall from her room.”

“I will take you up on that.” Anne dragged Katherine to Jane’s room while Anna and Cathy made their way to the guest room.

“Mom, oh my god I have so much to-”

“We know,” Margaret cut her off.

“You know what?” Jane looked at her mother questioningly.

“You and Cath?”

“Uhm, no? I was going to tell you about the baby.”

“Oh. Oh my gosh. I’m really sorry honey,” Margaret fumbled over her words.

“Well, this is our cue to grab a beet.” John kissed his wife’s temple and motioned for Catherine to follow him to the garage. Jane leaned up and kissed Catherine’s cheek before the hispanic followed her father.

“So, I’m sorry for Marge. She really thought that’s why you guys were here I guess.” John rubbed his palm against his face.

“It’s alright. It’s uh, hopefully all falling into place. If she wants sir-”

“Cath, what have we talked about with the formalities?”

“Sorry John. Uhm, if Jane wants, if everything falls into place, one day would it be okay if I asked her to-” Catherine cut herself off. She was about to give their relationship away. “Nevermind. I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“No, I know what you’re going to say. You’re not getting ahead of yourself. You know you have Margaret’s and my blessing. We trust you. Stick with her. My Janey deserves a love like mine and my wife’s.”

“That’s the plan. Just don’t tell Marge. I just know she’d end up saying something.” Catherine shook her head in a light manner.

“She would. You’re right. I got it hun.”

Meanwhile, the mother and daughter were seated in the living room.

“I think it’s going to be a boy, but Lina insists it’s going to be a girl. The other girls all think it’s a girl too, so we have a bet going. I bet 15, Lina bet 40, and the other girls all bet 25 each. If I win, they all owe me the money they bet, and if they win, I owe them 15 each. It’s kinda stupid, but it’s fun.”

“It’s a girl!” Catherine called as she walked up from the garage to the kitchen. The older woman walked into the living room and embraced the blonde for a second before remembering they weren’t supposed to be giving themselves away. “I had to, uh, get another beer. And Jane looked cold.” She quickly left, feeling the mother eyeing the two of them.

“Jane. do you have something to tell me?”

“Nothing is there! She’s just- Lina. You know?”

“Whatever you say dear. Are you guys staying for dinner? It’s not a problem, I would just have to go to the store to get some more things.”

“I don’t think so. We’re hoping to get to the new house by dark. It’s a cute place. I looked it up on the way here.”

“That’s nice.”

“Hey honey?” John called.

“Yes love?”

“I need your help. I’m sending Cath up.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” She turned her attention to Jane. “Your father is so needy.”

“Hey you,” Catherine emerged.

“Hi,” she laughed.

“Just kiss me,” the hispanic whispered, desperation in her voice.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She pecked the other woman’s lips. “Just sit with me. We need to leave before dinner if we want to make it there by tonight.”

“Okay, you got it.” Catherine lifted the blonde into her lap.

“You goof.” Jane shifted herself off her girlfriend’s lap and faced her. “I’m fat. Don’t do that.”

“You’re beautiful; that’s what you are.” Catherine lifted her feet and started to massage them.

“Best girlfriend ever,” she sighed as she relaxed into the couch.

“You get anything out of Cath?”

“Not really,” John lied.

“John! Come on,” Margaret groaned.

“Did you?”

“Oh shush it.”

“And I’m still being yelled at? Unbelievable.”

“I hate you so much.” Margaret’s smirk revealed the love in her eyes for her husband.

“Let’s get back.” John lifted his wife over his shoulder.

“John!” she laughed as she swatted at him. “We’re too-”

“We are not too old! You just think we are!” He walked up the stairs with his wife draped over his shoulder. “Hey kids! Look at what the old man can still do!” John laughed hysterically as he gently placed Margaret on the couch next to Jane.

“Are you sure you should do that Dad?”

“I do what I want.” He looked over to see Margaret shooting daggers at him. “So long as your mother is okay with it,” he quickly added on.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re lucky.” Margaret shot her husband a wink.

“Mom!” Jane yelled out in disgust. “Keep it to yourself!”

“Oh please.”

Once the others woke up and had a taste of Margaret’s pie, they begged the couple to stay. The six stayed for dinner, the older Seymour’s very happy to ensure that they were all sent away with a meal made with love in their stomachs. Each of the girls left with an extra plate full of food.

“You all deserve a good home cooked meal,” Margaret said as she forced the plates of food into their hands.

“What you do with food Margaret,” Anna complimented.

“Thank you so much for having us and welcoming us into your home,” Cathy thanked the two as they were running out the door.

“Any friends of Jane are family to us dear. You’re all welcome anytime,” Margaret meant what she said.

“Hey Cathy?” John called after her. When the young woman froze, he spoke, “If you decide to put out any work any time soon, send them my way.” Cathy nodded and continued to shoo Anne, Anna, and Kat out the door.

“We’ll be back once everything settles down hopefully.” Jane pulled her mother into a hug.

“You better! I love you honey, and I love you too Cath.” Margaret kissed each of the girls’ cheeks.

“You too Marge.”

“I’ll see you around, kid.” John clapped his hand on Catherine’s shoulder. “Bye princess.” He pulled his daughter into a hug. After making sure Margaret was busy fussing over Catherine, he whispered, “I know you’re dating. Mom doesn’t. I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy,” she sniffled. “Okay, let’s go before I start.” Jane pushed Catherine out the door and into the car.

“Dad knows. What did you say?”

“Nothing. Let’s head out.” The three cars pulled out of the driveway, and they continued on their way to their new retreat.

“I love you Jane. You have no idea how much I love you.”

#six the musical #six musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six musical fanfic #six the musical fanfic #aramour

[smolbeandrabbles]

Sway Pt.3 - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Here / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6  / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Author’s Note: This is more...  set up... than anything. This was only meant to be the start of Part 3, then I had to split Part 3 into Part 3 & 4... So they’re meant to be read together... Really. Uh, The car picture is literally cuz I needed another picture, having said that your car does get an unprecedented amount of attention in this chapter. ALSO, did anyone else realize that I’ve written 2 parts to this supposed romance, but haven’t written a kiss yet!?! Let’s change that!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but “You” (Well, not you!) and my OCs. I know nothing about restaurants. Jason can now do a bit of everything because I said so. Whilst your age is never really stated I have ‘you’ at late 20s/early 30s in my head... Probably as many years between you and Danny as there is between you and Nolan (?) You’ll notice sometimes the restaurant is closed at odd times... I think Danny would sometimes choose to have half days, or days when it was open in the evening only, etc...

Premise: You get a surprise introduction to Nolan Rayburn... Danny takes you for a lunch date... I finally write an actual kiss scene! That’s it, that’s the part

Word Count: 6613 

Warnings: None? The usual Rayburn family drama... Casual swearing? Sex is mentioned fleetingly?

Someday we're gonna blink twice Say it happens like that How much money we saved up For the time that we gave up Well, it'll all just be math

I know I'm only human Don't know how many sunsets I got left And I don't wanna ruin This moment by wondering what comes next I just want to love you Like it's all I'm living for Hold you close, enjoy you more And spend a little less time keeping score

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So can I dance with you And take a chance with you Maybe start a running through the rain romance with you Baby, catch our own little winning streak, you and me

Wednesday, 12:30pm - Viva Caputa, Miami

Javier whistled as the sleek silver Porsche rolled into the Viva Caputa parking lot; "Oy! Danny!! We’ve got company. And by company I mean biggggg spending company…!" Javi could hear Danny laugh from the kitchen "What!?" "I mean someone just pulled up in a Porsche 911…!" Javier continued cleaning glasses, lunch today wasn't slow it was just everyone in his section seemed content. The front door opened and he looked up.  She was in a casual blue and white shirt with short, but not a shade off modest, shorts. Her sandals had a small wedge heel and the bag slung over her shoulder was designer. “Amorcita!” Though true Javier had only seen her once, he felt like he knew enough about her from Danny’s constant chatter to address her so informally. It was rare Danny's love affair ever looked anything less than immaculate and even casual today was no exception. She smiled at him and leant across the counter “Hi... Is Danny in?” He whistled. “Did you just ask for Danny!? You're lucky lunch time isn't that busy today... Lemmie check!” he turned “Hey! Danny! It's been a hot-hot minute but I guess you were right! She is asking for you!” This was clearly a conversation you had missed as Danny poked his head curiously out of the kitchen window; “Y/N...! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... Just give me two seconds...” You sat down at the bar “Am I missing something?” “No... But I am. Are you seeing each other now!?” Javier looked from the bar to the kitchen, eyebrow raised You tilted your head with a mysterious little smile “And what if we are?” “Well DAMN!” Javier put his hands on his hips “Like a serious thing? Not like a Danny thing?” “No... Like... A serious thing.” Not that you knew what a ‘Danny Thing’ was… “I thought so... The second he came in that Saturday talking about you I knew it was either going to never happen or be a serious thing. It was the WAY he talked. I've never seen Danny like that about anyone... It was nice to see...” That at least made you proud of yourself. “I’m Javier. I think you knew that… You’re clearly Y/N… It’s good to meet you… again.” You returned his greeting as he looked expectantly out of the door, and then craned around the bar you were sitting at with a huff; “What’s up?” “So, this Porsche 911 pulls up in our lot, I just want to see who's spending all the money here today. At least that’s what we’ll be hoping for.” “Oh!” You laughed “Well, you’re talking to her.” He stared at you for a good ten seconds before blinking fast; “Sorry!? What!?” He shook his head “How!?” You sighed, “Because… My last name is Ervin? I guess?” “Ervin!? Ervin! – Only a name you see on nearly every street in Miami. With the way you speak Spanish!?” “Well, it’s my dad’s mom who is Argentine. His dad is American.” “…His name is Jack.” Javier was clearly brushed up on the lofty heights of the Prime Movers in Miami real estate. “No… To blend in with his Miami high rise living his name is Jack, Jack is an adaption of John which in Spanish is Juan.” You smiled “His birth name. My mom is half-American half-Puerto-Rican. Maria Velez. Very Hispanic.” “…How come the Harrison part?” It was Danny that voiced the question, joining Javier behind the bar. “J. Harrison? He’s one of my dad’s best friends and essentially helped him build the business – his first investor. He’s responsible for the property development part. We were just going to be real estate.” “...So... not really by himself.” Danny folded his arms and his smile proved his point. “Okay, Smart-ass. But Jorge was never actually a part of the business. My dad put his name in in honour of him. So. Actually. By himself!” “EY! Like Danny and this place!” Javi jogged his friends’ shoulder “Yeah, hardly of calibre Javi, but a guy can dream!” Danny turned to you “Shouldn’t you be at work?” “I was accounting and auditing for my dad this morning. I’m heading to work after this I just wanted to stop by and say Hi. I haven’t seen you since… Last Monday.” “Hah. You’re lucky I got back alive from the Keys after that!” You leant on your elbows and smirked; “So I’m causing you trouble now?” “Well. Darlin’.” He too leant across the bar “You’re the kinda trouble I could get into.” You had a sneaking suspicion those were song lyrics. In which Javier almost burst out laughing; “God! Will you two get a room!” **

Saturday, 9pm  - Your Apartment, Uptown Miami

Thinking back to the previous Monday night almost had you in stitches. And as you recounted the scene to Amanda and Evelyn one night over glasses of wine at your apartment it all came flooding back. Amanda still lamenting, but secretly proud, that you were now indeed confirmed to be dating Danny Rayburn and Evelyn finding it hilarious that you had broken your one golden rule, but she did add ‘on a good choice.’ It had been eventful, politely so but you knew the undertones of that politeness were far from nice. Every question fielded to you and Danny were accusations, harsh, like you should both feel guilty about what you had. Even though, your parents were always quick to jump in to field them right back, you were thankful for their 12 years of experience.

John was the nicest, he wanted to know more about you, considering he’d heard a lot. It was strange, almost like he was the oldest instead of Danny, you got the feeling he was really testing if you fit well for his brother. By his tone of voice, you assumed he’d concluded you’d passed the test. His family were also the best thing about the evening. His two kids, Ben and Janey, literally wanted to know everything. But every line of questioning from them was innocent, everyone else on that table had an agenda. By no means were you treated as harshly as Danny was; which is why you started answering for him. You got the feeling they were niggling at him to make some kind of mistake. Or, for him to say something you might not like, but no one was perfect. It irked you that they would treat him like this.

When you weren’t the centre of attention and you could really focus on him, it was like the noise was completely drowned out. You were half paying attention to the conversation and followed all the cues, laughing in the right places and saying all the right filler words... But you were looking at each other more than at who was speaking. You watched his reaction to everything that was said. He could tell you a lot of things he didn’t like about his family, but his body language would have said it all for you. He was always studying you, you knew that. You weren’t sure why, you looked like you came from the same place - you guessed you just didn’t end up in the same place. There was an unspoken reason why... You would leave it to Danny to choose when would be the most appropriate time for that. At more than one point he caught your legs between his, pulling your feet to rest up on his knees he ran his fingers nonchalantly across your skin; it relaxed you, and it felt good to have that physical contact with him again.

He’d answered a bunch of your parents questions the night before, and he’d seemed to have a genuinely good time. Heck, he’d even dressed up for the occasion and brought your mom flowers and your dad a good bottle of wine from the house. It was enough. You’d all been sat there talking way into the night and you couldn’t help but think your parents might actually adore him. They told him a lot of stories about you that got almost too personal, sending you into more fits of embarrassment that had you covering your face and him laughing and taking your hands again.

Tonight, Danny was asking questions of your parents. They were good, well thought out questions you felt he’d likely been preparing nearly all day. But none of them were anything less than respectful and your parents enjoyed answering them. Keen to turn all of Danny’s talking points into conversation - and successfully - you knew then that they indeed adored him. Danny didn’t come from nothing but he had built from nothing, as they had. Your father had admiration for that and had already began to make plans concerning frequenting the restaurant. Clients of your father’s there? Danny could be no more grateful. When dinner was over and the three of you were leaving, Danny caught you by the door again, this time with a real goodnight kiss. “I’ll likely be heading off earlier than you tomorrow. So have a safe trip back.” “Yeah, and you!” You embraced him tight to you, trying to get the feeling of last night one more time. “I’ll call you, when I get back and we’ll go out...” He pondered, “doesn’t have to be a restaurant... maybe I’ll take you a little out of Miami one weekend...” “A weekend getaway? I could go for that...” “Believe you me, me too. And my staff will be more than grateful for another weekend without me!” He grinned “It’ll be good for all of us.” “Okay! I look forward to your call.” “Aw, well. I look forward to making it...” *** It wasn’t more than a few weeks later that you were sitting at home, legs swinging from a bar stool, studying some work documents on your laptop -  with Danny. He had a day off, and had finally made the trip across town (in his own car no less!) to your apartment. You could only remember him being here once before. And you remembered bringing him up here. The way he had eyed everything with more than just a little hesitation. How he’d stood by your front door for at least 5 minutes taking everything in. You understood that, you were finally introducing him to your world. Corporate city girl in her uptown Miami high-rise apartment, college degree, good job and parent’s money. Although, you yourself tried to make a good honest living on your own back, and not through your parents… It wasn’t always easy; your friends were nearly all from this fantasy land because those were the circles your family moved in. Which is why you liked places like Little Havana, and why you loved being with Danny… and his friends… who brought you back down to Earth. But you already understood that he had many years on you and all that experience… and yet his apartment was barely a third of the size of yours.

He was sat across from you drawing up some other plans for his restaurant. You’d heard him mention expanding before, but you weren’t sure how serious he was. Suddenly something in one of your work documents made you look at him; “Danny.” “Yes…” His eyes met yours, clearly grateful for conversation. “Are you Danny or Daniel?” His look said Danny… Obviously, so you clarified. “No, I mean. On your birth certificate. Were you born Danny or Daniel?” “…Daniel…” The suspicion in his voice let you know he wondered where this was going. “Daniel Rayburn… That still suits you…” “No it doesn’t.” He was dismissive. “I LIKE Daniel.” He narrowed his eyes at you, “I love Danny too! I just don’t know what is wrong with it.” He pondered this for a minute “No one has never really called me Daniel before, not even when I was in trouble… It’s strange to me…” “Daniel. It’s nice.” You tried it out again. His expression changed and you knew he was trying desperately hard not to smile; “…Well… I like the way you say it…” You looked back to your laptop with a giggle “Alright. Smooth talker… Daniel what? Daniel… Rayburn… What is your middle name?” He hesitated and his face fell… He bit his lips together and you knew that he wasn’t going to be forthcoming with the information. You guessed that could mean one thing; he was the eldest son. If his family was as super traditional as you guessed they were, then that would mean his middle name was his father’s name. And from what you knew about his relationship with his father, he would rather forget it. “What’s your middle name?” His question threw you off, but you still told him no hesitation. “… Y/N… M/N… Ervin.” He nodded, but it wasn’t in satisfaction – he was asking just because you had, you supposed. “…It’s your dad’s name. Isn’t it?” Part of you didn’t mean to say it out loud, but you had. “Daniel Robert Rayburn.” He sounded bitter as he looked to the table. You took a breath, determined to get that smile you loved so much back; “So…. Danny.” He looked back to you, to that look in your eyes that said the conversation was over. Period. “Yeah. So, Danny... but who knows...” and he smiled that beyond adorable crooked smile he had “...Maybe I’ll let Daniel stick.”

 ***

Friday, 3pm - Viva Caputa, Miami “So what do you think?” Danny had his hand poised over the piece of paper, permanent marker held purposefully in his left hand. “You need to stop asking me about your restaurant.” “I just… the menu needs sprucing up and YOU’RE the business woman!” “You’re the chef!” “Yeah so…!” He waved his hand at the dishes he’d just made you try “…Make some executive decisions, I’ve DONE my work!” “Well, shouldn’t it be based on what you like…!” He sighed and put his head in his hands “Yeah, I like it all. That’s why I made it. You’re the customer, which ones.” “All is off the table then?” “Y/N! I asked you because I expect you to be able to tell me which ones are best, you can certainly tell me when you don’t like it!” “Well, I like all of these.” “If you HAD to!” “I’m not even sure I’m your optimal audience.” You weren’t sure if you liked the next look he gave you or not, he took a sharp inhale of breath; “I don’t know. Young professional, 30-something, brunch-time, female. Good group of friends. Good family life. GREAT social life.” He pointed his pen at you “BETTER sex life.” “My god.” You almost turned away from him at that. “Actually has a decent set of taste buds – will you just CHOSE!” “Are all these young professionals also in a relationship?” “…Oh…” he folded his arms and leant back against the kitchen counter “Is that what this is!?” he raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Don’t you DARE Daniel Rayburn!” “Oh god! Now I’m in trouble!” He sent his eyes heavenwards “Daniel… Honestly…” “Damn right you’re in trouble…” You smiled and turned back to the set of meticulously thought out dishes in front of you… He knew you weren’t good at deciding, so you weren’t even sure why he wanted you to do this. You were also big on sweet things… and Danny wasn’t really that kind of cook. “…Okay… Let me think about this from a menu planning stand point…” “Finally she’s talking my language…” “What are we taking off?” “Anything similar or isn’t selling well.” “What in this establishment doesn’t sell well!?” “Oh there’s a few things I can cut in favour of these.” “What if these don’t sell well.” “Guess I’ll have to fire my consultant.” He smiled across at you. You stared at each of them hard in turn and Danny tapped the pen against the paper again in anticipation. “Okay. These.” You pointed four out and then looked to him to see if he agreed with your decision. His smile was teasing and he still hadn’t put pen to paper yet; “Are you sure?” “DANNY!” “I mean are you reaaaaally sure?” “STOP IT!” He laughed, and began writing; “Geez, when this restaurant goes under I’m going to look right back to this moment…” You smacked his arm as he continued laughing and began writing out menu descriptions “…Fancy my consultant killing my business…” “Girlfriend.” You pouted; “Well.” He lent across the counter and leant on his hands “I’m starting to think she’s a little more than that…” “Danny…” You could felt yourself heat up again as he stared at you, and that crooked little smirk happened across his face “Don’t worry Y/N I’m not about to get down on one knee or anything!” That only made your cheeks flush more. He shook his head and closed the gap between the two of you with a sweet kiss; “Dammit you look so good when you get all flustered.” “Well you can only thank yourself!” Your eyes were still wide at the thought of Danny EVER proposing to anyone, let alone you. “I do on multiple occasions, you just don’t always hear it.” He winked, looking proud of himself, before he kissed you gently again. And then you both heard the restaurant door open – which you thought was odd because no one was due in until Danny started up for dinner tonight.

 “DAD!” “SHIT.” Danny pulled away from you suddenly and a look crossed his face you didn’t quite understand; “Shit. I forgot. Shit. God…” He started towards the doors quickly, then at the last second he turned back “Stay here!” This all happened very fast and left you blinking and trying to get a grip on what was going on… DAD!? You waited a few seconds, before curiosity got the better of you and you’d deal with Danny’s potential anger later. Hopping off the stool you padded over to the kitchen window – the door was of course just out of sight – which is where they were both talking; “…So I figured you’d be here…” “Yeah, I… I’m sorry I forgot. It won’t happen again.” “Yeah, I’m sure mom would love that.” “You didn’t TELL her?!” “No. I came straight here… I tried calling though.” “Dammit. My phone’s in my locker.” “You don’t open for hours. What are you doing here?” “Putting together new menu pieces… actually.” “Why? What’s wrong with the menu?” You looked to the kitchen door… deeply curious. That was not the voice of some little kid either. You walked over to the kitchen door and pushed it open gently. Maybe you could be inconspicuous about this… You nearly rounded the corner to the main restaurant when you realised Danny was facing away from you. Stopping just short, you poked your head around the corner. He was a lot older than just a kid, possibly a high school teenager. Black hair, piercings, jewellery, black jeans and over-shirt over shirt (Well. He probably got that from his father.) – Danny had a son? Why had Danny never told you this?! Was it an age gap thing?! You got caught up in your own worries just watching this kids’ interactions with Danny. “…You’ve got keys to the apartment; just go back I’ll finish up here and come back. If you’ve got home work...” “Well, I could just wait in the car… It’s a bit of a trek, Dad.” “…Yeah okay… Sure… I’ll have to get my car keys… It’ll take me about 10-20 max. I’m sorry, I should have been there… I really should have…” “It’s okay… It happens, I knew you’d probably be here when you didn’t answer the phone and…” The teen trailed off as he realised you were standing there… His eyes went wide and his mouth made the OH! that didn’t actually come out. Danny turned to see what he was looking at and for once, for once in his life he actually looked scared – it was a flicker and it came and it went but he looked scared – then stoic, then his kid started up; “Oh-! Oh-! I uh-! I- I can leave--!” “NO! NO!” Danny was on it, quick as a shot “NO! Nolan! You’re not going anywhere! It’s okay! It’s not--! I just--! Give me a second here to explain! I just---!” he put his hands on Nolan’s shoulders “Just, please, just wait a second…!” He turned back to you, now looking between them. You were making a lot of guesses about what young Danny would have looked like based on this teen. No doubt he was Danny’s son. He looked back to Nolan “Just. Wait here. Please.” “O-Okay…” Danny kept his hands on him for a few more seconds and once he was assured Nolan wasn’t going anywhere, he crossed back to you – grabbing your arm he pulled you back around the corner forcefully; “WHAT DID I JUST SAY!” No doubt he was angry, because he’s SCARED! you realised, he wasn’t shouting at you either “You told me to stay where I was.” You pointed behind you “That’s hardly the point Danny! Why didn’t you TELL me!” “Because you’re going to do EXACTLY what everyone else does!” “…” you dropped your accusational stance and almost took a step back “…Oh…my…You think I’m going to LEAVE!?” You kept your voice to the same whispering level he was at. “… Well, yeah, at this point I kinda expect it.” “Well then none of those girls was any good for you!” Upon realising you had actually taken a step back you took one forward again and took his face in your hands “Danny I DON’T care!” “You’re saying that NOW.” “No. I’m gonna mean it, I’m not saying it’s not going to take time…” You leant so you could just about see around the corner… Danny followed your lean. Nolan had seated himself nervously at one of the tables, tapping his foot and biting his lips together. See, he even had his father’s nervous habits. “…What happened?” “Y/N…That is a long story I don’t want to drag you into.” “Tough. I’m in it… His name is Nolan?” “Yes.” “Well, I’ll say this is a bit of a shock for both of us…” “Probably.” You flicked your eyes back to him; “And you’re scared we’re both about to walk out that front door.” “That’s my life.” You hated the way he said it; guilt flooded his voice & his eyes like every bad thing that had ever happened to him was his fault. “…I mean I knew you had something… All those moving boxes in your apartment told a story… I’m just not sure this is what I expected.” You pushed your head gently against Danny’s chest and wound your arms around him; as if to prove you weren’t going anywhere “…We can talk about this later… But…Danny…” You waited for him to wind his arms around you too, still watching his kid; before turning back to you at the sound of his name. You leant up, and brushed your lips against his; “…That’s going to stop being your life. Right now.” You untangled yourself from him and walked back out into the restaurant with purpose; “Y/N!!! Wait--!” He placed his hands over his face; he couldn’t watch! Oh God! What had he done!? You approached the table with confidence and a smile. Although, by the time he looked up you were pretty much at it; “Hi...! Nolan, right?” He looked at you with shifty eyes, never quite actually looking at you... “Yeah...” It was a start. “I'm Y/N... It’s nice to meet you!” You held out your hand, whether he decided to take it was up to him but you were determined to make all the right moves. He was a teenager, and like you, he'd clearly just met someone he didn't know about nor was intended to be met (at least for the time being). He took it, but he still wasn’t looking at you. “Do you mind if I..?” though, you weren't sure what you were going to do if he said No. He nodded, so you took a seat opposite him. Things were quiet for a minute, to his left was a pile of school text books, which piqued your interest. But you would leave that for a moment. You folded your hands in front of you “I'm sure this is about as strange for you as it is for me...” You gave a shrug, “Maybe it’s better to be thrown into it. Though…” You gave a warm smile; “Ah. The days of high school.” He squinted at you like he wasn’t sure of your game plan. “I can’t wait to leave.” “Trust me, we all say that until we do…!” God knows you’d wanted to leave school, only to give anything to be back once real work started… You looked back to his books; “Music? Aha! You inherited the creative gene! That’s good!” He still seemed confused by your voice, because you sounded genuinely interested in him. “…Yeah – My mom is a singer… so…” “Really!?” “Yeah, she has an album…” Danny…! Danny!! “That’s really cool!” You didn’t care if he appreciated your enthusiasm or not, but nothing about it was fake. You wanted to know as much about Danny’s son as you could… and that was really cool. “Do you play? Does she…?” “She does… I don’t, yet… Guess I could learn.” Then he tilted his head “Do you?” You laughed; “I was not really blessed with too much creativity. I mean I tried, back in high school… I have more of a… business logic!” “Oh?” He made the same face Danny made when his brain started piecing the picture together. But that tone let you know you weren’t what he expected. Maybe that was your age… or the way you looked? Kevin had already made comment enough to make you think Danny was into younger women… Maybe he was also into a certain type of woman? Didn’t you exactly fit the bill? “Yeah. Consultancy…” You gave a shrug like you were talking about boring adult stuff and leant into the conversation “Do you cook too?” “Oh. No, we don’t learn that.” “Guess you don’t need school to teach you!” He looked a little unconvinced of that… So, you nodded back to his books; “Spanish though… Are you forced to take that or did you choose to?” His eyes widened. Ah-ha! Wasn’t expecting the language change up. “OK – I didn’t understand half of what you just said but you’re-!” “Quarter Argentinian, Quarter Puerto Rican. Yeah! Interesting Mix!” You smiled “You’ll understand in no time!” “Showing off, are we?” “He’s taking Spanish. I figure I’d make myself useful..!” You winked, welcoming Danny to the conversation. Nolan looked across to his dad; “So, are you dating-dating?” Danny nodded “Yeah…” “And where did you meet her?” “Uh… on a dancefloor… In Little Havana.” The teen rolled his eyes like that was typical, then looked to you; “Well I’m sorry.” You tilted your head as a question; why? He grinned, then laughed “That you’re dating my dad!” That made you burst into laughter too, and Danny just sighed; “OH yeah. You two will get on just fine!” ***

 Tuesday, 1:30pm - Downtown Miami

Three days after you’d been introduced to Nolan you got a single word email. “Lunch?” You raised an eyebrow. Couldn’t he have text you that? After you told him that’d be nice he gave you a time and place and you drove down to the little cafe. “A lunch date Mr.Rayburn? I’m honoured.” “And not in my restaurant!” He was leaning with one arm over the back of his chair “Are you impressed?” It was a bright sunny day, and he had seated you outside. “Surprised!” You smiled, pulling out a chair you sat opposite him. You received an up and down look to your figure-hugging pencil skirt, high heels and shirt; “Stripes?! Again? You do know other patterns exist in this world Y/N?” He tapped out his cigarette “... not that you don’t look great! Of course you do!” “Are you calling me out?” “Why? Is that your wardrobe?” “Yeah Alright Mr.Button-Up-Shirt-Over-Shirt. You don’t see me complaining.” Well, that is what he was wearing. He laughed “Ha… Yeah… Well that’s… Ok.” He smiled “Never say anything about a girls fashion sense… huh?” You winked “Something like that.”

Placing your bag over the back of your chair you flicked through the menu “The email was a nice touch… Very 1999. Couldn’t you have just text me?” He rolled his eyes at your jab, but was confident he was about to get another; “Aw. Naw. I don’t text. It’d take me 45 minutes!” He waved the flip phone in your face, making you laugh “Yeah. I still can’t believe I’m calling something from the middle ages! Get on the level Danny!” You indicated to your smartphone. “Well we aren’t all wealthy heiresses driving Porches!” “Please!” You folded your arms “I hope my parents leave me with nothing! They deserve to spend it all! …And your family isn’t exactly broke.” He snorted “HA! As if I’m seeing a penny of that…!” He leant around the table to study your outfit again, taking the opportunity of the waiter taking your order to change the subject “…Anyway… What is it that you do to get dressed up like that?” You leant on your hand and smiled, “Manage a team. It’s consultancy… Mostly financial, not always. My dad asks me to do a bunch of his financials, for example. Sometimes it’s just advice.” “Oh. Business consultancy, I see.” You could see the small smug smirk at how he’d called you his consultant back at his restaurant and you actually were one. “Yeah. And I got this without help, CV and interview like everyone else… Could have worked for my dad. Decided against it.” “Sure the name didn’t hurt.” “Maybe. But the point is – I still got it the old fashioned way…” “Didn’t fancy going more science based? Like your mom?” “No. Too much of a business head apparently. And creativity. No kind of logical sense… And I panic too much! I’d be no good at that.” “Does she work at Mercy?” “Occasionally now. She used to. No, she’s at a drug rehabilitation clinic. And she’s GOOD at her job. You should hear some of those stories.” You figured they’d rival Danny’s “…From time to time she helps my dad when it gets real busy…” You gave a shrug, that was your family “…So, anyway, why invite me for lunch!?” “I just wanted to apologise.” “For what? You’re buying me lunch to apologise?” “For Nolan.” Then he re-clarified “Well not FOR Nolan... for not telling you about Nolan.” “Don’t worry. I get it. I’m glad I met him, he’s a nice kid.” You were quick to wave off his apology. “You think?” “Yeah.” His question was pointless, you knew Danny knew that. The three of you had spent hours talking before the restaurant opened, and then when Danny had to start work you stayed to talk to Nolan, including starting some basic Spanish tutelage. You thought maybe he might like you a little too… But he was a teen, so goodness knows what was going on in his head really. “How often do you see him?” “Uh... well... when I can.” “You don’t have an arrangement?” “I’m not very good at that. The only reason he turned up Friday is cuz I forgot about picking him up, see? I’ve had pretty bad arguments with his mom... like not speaking for two years arguments ... there’s no arrangement, I’d screw it up.” “Well. If ever you decide otherwise. I think it’d be pretty cool to see him again and hang out.” He laughed at your enthusiasm, but marvelled at your insistence, you genuinely wanted to get to know his kid...Hell, not even his family really knew Nolan existed... If only he could guarantee they’d all react like you. He already knew how his parents felt, and that was enough for him not to try. With you though, he would – and he had a feeling from what Nolan had already told him, that his son was more than willing to try with you too.

*** You had a spare few minutes between clients and would be passing near enough past Viva Caputa as it was, so you decided to pay Danny a quick visit. Since you’d been taking clientele there – you trusted Danny and his team with your literal livelihood – and your parents had also swung by a couple of times, you’d got to know the team pretty well. Javier always insisted on dragging you into his section, when Nolan wasn’t working… Because occasionally Nolan would pop up at the restaurant, and you took this opportunity to get to know him better. Jason was like Danny’s right hand man in the kitchen and when Danny was with you, Jason kept everything running straight. He was vastly upgraded from being the pâtissier he was supposed to be, but flat out refused to be called the sous chef. Often accompanied by the phrase C’mon Dan! I’m not good enough to be your right-hand man and you know it! When you pulled up today, Jason and Danny were in the lot already on smoke break. You rolled your eyes – that could have been a good thing, however, as that meant you wouldn’t have to go inside because Javi would keep you talking for hours… “Hey Darlin’! Lunch on us again!” Jason joked, stepping forward to hug you; “G’damn would you look at this?! How much did that set you back!?” He studied your car “No. I’m between clients; this is a whistle stop visit. But when I’m drivin’ by there is no way I CAN’T pull up to see you guys... And more than I’m willing to admit! It’s just so I can pull up at clients and look like I make that much…” He raised an eyebrow like he wasn’t believing your explanation for either thing; “Yeah yeah... I know what you’re really here for!” He grinned and turned back to Danny, who was leaning against the wall watching you “…I mean I don’t begrudge you that. But I saw him first!” “Oh! Is THAT how it is!?” You smacked the top of Jason’s arm playfully “What? Do I have to fight you for him now?” “Oh! No! Only for his affection!” Jason winked “I mean, you can have him to be honest, I’m not sure I could stand much more than I already get!” He said it loud enough for Danny to chuckle; “Alright asshole! Back in the kitchen!” “Awww! Danny!!! C’mon!” Danny indicated to his cigarette “You’re done. Back in! Before it becomes chaos!” Jason took one last drag before laughing and stubbing it out, turning back to you “Or I’ll trade Danny for your car…” he squinted at the vanity plate “Ervin 911? Were the other 910 taken!?” He snickered to himself, making you roll your eyes. He knew it was a 911, so the joke was pointless; “Well my dad has every version going. Ervin 1, Ervin II – Roman Numerals – and even E-R-V-1-N… Think I should have joined a police academy really…” He laughed at your joke this time, “Alright! Good one…!” then looked back over his shoulder at Danny, who was looking a little impatient, tapping his foot against the wall; “…It’s good to see you, if only for a fleeting moment! Don’t be a stranger!” “Never!” You hugged him back, “Say Hi to Javier! But not right away or I’ll never get to my next meeting on time.” “Or you’ll just NEVER get there… Danny would be ok with you sticking around though. Distracting his staff!” You faked shock; “I do not!” “Yeah, we get told off for it too!” “Jason!” He pointed back at Danny’s call as if to prove his point, then walked back towards the doors, adding before he headed inside; “…Danny, the kitchen IS always Chaos!” “…Organised Chaos!” Danny called after him and you heard Jason’s laugh “Is that what you call it!” He stepped away from the wall, cigarette in hand “You couldn’t have timed this any better! Do you really only have five minutes?” You checked your watch “Could stretch it to 8…? I guess… I’m not too far away. But I do like to be prompt!” He gave a small shrug and put the cigarette to his lips “Can’t say I don’t try to make you stay. No, it’s good of you to come see us!” “I love seeing you guys. They are GREAT guys.” “I got very lucky with all of them… Absolutely…” He looked to the ground for a minute, thoughtful “I mean… I got lucky with you too…” “Danny…” “No honestly…!” He stopped you, “You have no idea.” You folded your arms and bit your lip, almost bashful. That just made him smile. “You’re doing it again… You keep hiding yourself from me. I don’t know why… We’re not in the Keys anymore.” You let yourself smile but looked to the floor, twisting your fingers together as you unlocked your arms; “The Key’s was YOU.” “Baby girl…” He made your shiver as he said it, “The Keys was my family. I’d much rather be up here with you and you know it. Besides, if your parents were makin’ the case… I think I’m pretty good.” “Good? My parents LOVE you. I’ve never seen them like this over a guy before…” He laughed “Never thought I’d hear that from anyone… let alone the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Miami.” You hushed him, whether it was true or not your father never acted that way. He refused to. He might have had a plethora of vehicles… buildings he owned… investments he’d made in a million different kinds of things… But your parents lived in a humble house in a good neighbourhood. And you had always asked them NOT to give you money. Because you wanted people like Danny in your life, and if you had been any different, you dreaded to think what you would be missing out on. “…My background doesn’t matter. ALL I want is you… And I don’t want anything else to matter but that.”   He dropped his cigarette and put it out with one swift movement of his foot. You had to go, he knew that. But you still stood for a few moments more in silence. So he became decisive and grabbed your hand, pulling you into him he placed his lips on yours and wound his arms around you. He tasted like smoke and cooking spices. You took a breath, he smelt like cooking, like home, and a billion memories of both your childhood with your mom and your time spent with him; each one of them good… But the undertone of that was his cologne - Danny didn’t bother with that often, he wasn’t that kind of man – left over on his skin probably from your last date night. Everything about him when he kissed you screamed summer night; as the sunset and the day just started to cool off. You could see it in your head vividly, because that was the exact scenario you wanted to be in with him every moment he had his lips on yours. He left you slowly, letting the kiss linger, his intense eyes burned into yours “…Ace that meeting.” He left you breathless. Every. Single. Time. Your voice mimicked that of the first time you’d called him soft and almost timid and that was all him; “…I will now…”

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8-6-19

Can't sleep. I’ve got a job interview, a meeting, a day working next to my ex while she’s thinking about her current girl, I boss to impress, a three-hour drive to see my sister, and I can’t sleep. 

You’d think that I’d be nervous about my interview... but I’m thinking it’s the one thing I DON’T have to do. I have a job and I’m doing pretty well at it, hence the impressing of the boss; this interview is just for a better paying job. 

I actually can’t sleep because my ex, who grows and paints her nails long and well decorated, bit them off yesterday at work. Let me paint a picture. Imagine a rainbow of colors, beautifully gradient-like and all unique. Some with shining rocks on top of it. Probably closer to 2 inches in size. Half of it on her finger and the other half, coming out of her finger. Very girly and well groomed. Acrylic I believe, but I don’t know enough about nails because I cut mine off as soon as I get to see any growth significant to hide dirt underneath them. 

I’m coming back from a meeting and I see her sitting down when she usually sits, laptop open, reviewing calls. She is one of the supervisors of the Bridge team; we work at a call center. I walk past her and notice that this time, there is no laptop, so I figure she is just hanging out because we have about 2 hours before we all get off. I try to do small chit chat but get pulled to go answer some questions. I’m a team lead, sort of like an assistant to the supervisors in my department. I help their team mainly by answering questions but also by leading meetings, reviewing calls, and coaching advisors. I’ve been doing this for about 6 weeks now. When I look back at her after answering that question, I see her putting her head down. I go and I asked if she is fainting because she told me she wasn't going to eat lunch. She hasn't been eating much because she is broke; all her money is going to pay for her new place that she is moving into next week. I offered to take her to lunch but she thanked my and declined. I go answer another question and when I look back I see her head is now up again but her eyes are staring into an emptiness that I don’t think I’ve seen before. Now I worry. 

I try to go back to her but more questions pull me away and I walk around the advisors going as quickly as possible answering the best I can. I keep glancing back. It doesn't get better. Then, I see something I thought I would never see... she is very vain and loves having long nails, a full face and high heels on. But she takes one finger into her mouth, and bites the nail into two like-size pieces. I don’t believe my eyes. She pulled the trash can next to her and started “removing” each of her nails. I finally get away and try to talk to her. Nothing. I have always been at a loss when it comes to communicating with her. It’s hard. So then I just sit there, looking at her, waiting. I ignore the next hand that goes up, waiting. Finally she looks at me. She had clearly noticed me before but had chosen to ignore me and continue biting her nails off. But I’m staring into her eyes and she eventually asks “what.” I ask what's wrong and she brushes me off with “that's not your concern.” 

She’s right. Technically. 

In my head I agree and get pulled to answer another question. I then go ask her best friend what is going on with her. He doesn't tell me much, only that the place the was moving into was not going on as planned. But that can’t be it... I’ve never seen that look on her face, much less at work, where everyone can see it. 

I go back and decide to let it be; she isn't gonna tell me what's wrong, but I stick around close by to see if she talks to someone else about it. She doesn't. people come and ask what is up. Our boss comes and asks what is up. She is a tomb. I start coaching some of my advisors on the tools they will need for tomorrow and finally I see her heading to a group of friends. She starts talking to another close friend of her. I don’t know what she says but I see her talking. I talk to my advisor some more but I keep glancing back at her, she doesn't stop talking. This has to do with a woman, I thought.

I pull all my advisors away and have my meeting, which is stressful enough because they are feeling unsupported by the supervisors and they are getting written up by things they find petty and stupid. I can’t blame them for thinking that way but I’m not gonna jeopardize my job because they think the company is wrong in doing this. After my meeting, I talk to my supervisor and her. My team is going to be her team next week so she wants to be kept in the loop of their performance. She seems to have pulled out of the “zombie” mode but we still don’t talk about anything significant and its clocking out time so she leaves shortly after. 

Side note: it just started pouring outside my window. The sounds of the keys and the raindrops are somewhat soothing. If only I could sleep.

I left work and felt shaken. I got home and played in bed for what seemed like an hour. I knew I was hungry so eventually I got up and grabbed some food. I was supposed to pack some clothes for my trip but didn’t really feel like it. So instead I walked back mirror. the new season came out and I walked the miley episode. It definitely took me out of the weird mindset for a minute but after that, I decided to masturbate and my ex’s name came out of my mouth. 

I don’t know what feelings I have for this girl. I’ll use her middle initials for reference from now on. LC.

To make a long story short, we met at work, we had a lot of chemistry, we dated for 10 days, had lost of great sex, then she moved on and decided to be with a guy, then she came back and we almost got back together, until she met this other girl. 

I think the main reason why we didn’t work is because we did not communicate. She is black and I’m hispanic so there are things that are very different about our cultures. Also I think our races are discriminant against each other; I know for sure mine is. 

A few months ago in march, we were almost about to get back together but she asked me some questions and I couldn't answer. I had just never really given them much thought but now thanks to her, I have thought about these questions a lot. She said things like “do you see yourself with me for a long time?” “marriage?” etc. 

Being gay and growing up hispanic is hard. I put high expectations for myself and I never want to disappoint my family, even if on the outside I act like I am a free bird and do what I want. I mean, I do what I want but I never wanted to disappoint my family or hurt them in any way. If being gay was a choice, I would not have chosen it. 

But back to my issue. I guess I’m upset she is upset. I miss her sexually. I want her sexually. But it was never just about the sex, I just had so much chemistry with her. I feel a fire around her, because I know that she is going to be honest and loyal. Despite her player-like behavior, I know she doesn't mean to play me or have bad intentions for me. I know she cares about me and possibly loves me as a friend. To this day I know I can’t give her what she wants or needs and she isn't exactly what I asked for. 

Maybe that’s the thing. I haven't asked for someone specific. And I don’t mean just looks... looks help but they aren't everything. I mean I haven't asked for someone to come into my life. I haven't prayed about it. I simply believe that God has control of things and he/she knows best and I put my life in the hands of God. 

I want someone to build something awesome with. Someone to travel with. Someone to play dungeons and dragons with or to cook dinner for or to have date movies with pop corn and wine. I want someone to cuddle with. Someone who my dog with cuddle with. I want someone who will communicate with me and talk to me about their issues and get me even when I don’t get myself. I want someone who will cherish me and I want someone who doesn't insult me or hurt me physically or emotionally. I want someone who will spend the night. I want someone who I can cry with, cry in front of, and who won't think I’m weak. I want someone who will take me by the hand and walk down the boardwalk with me, proud. I want someone that looks at me and feels blessed to be with me. I want someone who makes me feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I want someone who balances me. I want someone strong and delicate. I want someone who likes nature, going on hikes, going to the beach at night just to look at the stars. I want someone who isn't afraid to show their most intimate side. I want someone who is open. I want someone who is smart and beautiful, inside and out. I want someone who I can admire. I want someone who has ambition for themselves and for us as a partnership. I want someone who I can raise a kid with, if that happens. I want someone who I can sing with. I want someone who laughs with me and not at me. I want someone who loves themselves and is able to love me. 

And she isn't that someone. 

#tumblr pride #lesbian #self love #can’t sleep

[zombies-apocalypse]

Gargoyles - Awakening

Gonna do all four, five parts in this one post. 

I know, I know. I’ve been doing the read more thing lately. It’s not my usual fare, but hey, it’s November. I’m NaNoing so... Yeah, you know the drill.

Part 1

Ahh, this animation style. It’s just straight up nostalgia - ELISA MAZA. My girl! <3 Man, I’ve missed her! 

Clawmarks in solid stone. GASP. I wonder what that could have been caused by!

Back to the past!

Why doesn’t that guy’s mustache match his hair?

Sun’s looking real low there, boys. 

Ahh, Goliath. How I have missed you, big guy! And that voice. A+ voice.

So, kid' show. Remember. I don’t even know how many of these people are dead now. At least a few have fallen to their deaths. In the first episode.  Cause in Gargoyles, shit like this happens. 

Royal bitch lady and even the soldiers griping about the Gargoyles. Bitch, please. Ya’ll owe them so much. Beasts? Beasts in the dining hall? Jeez, don’t be an ass. Ugggh. Those assholes.

I’m sitting here on Demona’s side. And not anymore. Not down with the bowing. Goliath being reasonable. Good guy Goliath. Such a sweetie, such a good guy. I’m so, so sorry for what he’ll have to go through soon.

Seriously. Goliath’s voice. Goddamn. Goddamn!

Okay, that mom was rude but you don’t need to be making matters worse by scaring the bitch-ass peasants.

Ugh. Okay, so I don’t like that it’s Vikings coming to attack (cause I like Vikings) but this is just all a human problem. This cowardace, betrayal... Uggggh. And the poor innocents who have to pay. The children and the Gargoyles. And so many defenseless Gargoyles murdered.

I remind you, this is a kid’s show.

Part 2

Ahhh, I’ve gotten how much I loved the opening music for this. Such an epic theme! Hyping me up for the upcoming adventure!

I don’t blame them for wanting revenge. I’d want revenge too.

Of course they’d follow for revenge, you dumbass! You didn’t kill all of them. 

Ugggh. The Magus blaming the Gargoyles for the princess being killed. Even though they didn’t do it. Oh man, this curse. It’s not their fault, you assfart. And the princess still lives!

Mad props to Goliath for saving the Princess who was a bitch. Also mad props to the princess for realising the Gargoyles were not the beasts she thought. Ahhh. My heart though. Goliath choosing to be spelled rather than be alone. (Although honestly, he could’ve just waited until the eggs in the rookery hatched and then he wouldn’t be alone cause he could raise them.

Bitch just legit ran all the way inside and up the stairs. So excited to see Goliath. Makes it clear from the start that Xanatos is extra AF.

“Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell.”

Seriously, how much money does this motherfucker have? Cause he’s paying to buy a castle and paying everything to take at least some chunks of it and affix it on top of his skyscraper.

And the curse is broken! Woo! Their reaction to the city though. A+. 

Xanatos, you extra mother fucker.

Oh, the eggs are gone. RIP. Although it has been 1000 years...

I’m just shaking my head at this entire fight. 

LOL. “These weapons. We must be fighting sorcerers!” 

Oh, and now we’re seeing what lead to the beginning of the first episode. Hello Elisa. 

No, Goliath. Don’t trust Xanatos. Oh no, wait, trust humans. Just not that one. 

Part Thre?e

Seriously though, how were girls supposed to watch this show without getting a crush on Goliath? Just saying. 

And hell, Elisa. Elisa’s a babe too. Can we talk about her? How she’s smart, brave, and awesome. A badass babe who’s a damn good detective with a lovely heart. And she’s a POC! And a main character!  Legit, she’s  African/Native American. She was always  meant to be a POC. Originally they had her as Hispanic, but when they cast her voice actress they changed Elisa to match. And this in a show that came out in 94!

So Elisa just met Goliath during all the time that I was babbling about Elisa.

Dude, I don’t do heights so I can’t blame her one bit for clinging.

Ahh, these two. “A good detective trusts no one.” “That much we have in common.” You say that, you both say that. But nahhh, you’re cinnamon rolls underneath all that distrust.

Floppy! That’s a floppy! AHH. VHS!

Hi Demona. Think I didn’t recognise you in those shadows there? 

This show is sometimes really pretty.

“Stay outta sight.” Solid advice that will quickly be forgotten.

AHH. Just scooped her up! And that smile. AHH. Bridal style. Ahhhh.

Gods, this music. XD

Meanwhile, back at the castle. The newly named Hudson is walking around with their pouty pupper. And getting startled by rock’n’roll.

Jesus lady. A car with a carphone in 94? 40 grand... You’re talking like he brought it from some junkyard.

Meanwhile, the other three are blowing up some guy’s motorbike.

Oh, well. Who knew a single tranq dart would be enough to take down a Gargoyle. Or did they get him a few more times after that. I don’t know. 

Part 4

Dunnnn, dun dun dun dun dunnnnnn! 

There’s my girl, kicking some ass! They underestimated her. Also they don’t know how to aim.

Oh god, don’t try calling a taxi. That won’t end well. Yup, there he goes. 

Yup, just a single tranq dart. Just one. Just now taken off. And a tracker. 

Elisa the beast whisperer. Taming wild dogs long enough to put the tracker on him. Smart girl.

Hudson and puppers are getting used to the idea of television. Oh, I saw The Lion King for a second there. I see what you did there Disney. 

And Elisa now knows he turns to stone during the day. Brave girl, catching their eye and leading them away. You know she’s gotta be exhausted. It’s been a long night for her and yet she’s still being a champion. Gods, I love her.

Again, their aim is rubbish while hers is on point. Go Elisa! <3

That lighting though, when the blond baddie stepped over the crack. Ahhhh.

Also what part of New York city is this that has a dock and a waterfall? 

This guy is an idiot. Again, underestimating my girl. 

Moment of awe and respect for Elisa. Leading those jackasses away, risking her life, and then returning to guard Goliath! <3 

Brooklyn! Broadway! Lexington! Ahhh, my precious boys! And let’s not forget our adorable Bronx! <3 

And NOW. NOW he reveals that Demona’s there. Insert gasp of shock from Goliath. And sinister look from Demona, a character who was never very good. And full of bullshit. Yeah, sure. He acquired her for his private collection, but she implied she asked to be cursed by the magus to be with them. AHH Goliath, you’re still in wuv with the bitch. 

Ugggh, Goliath, sweetie. She’s no good. 

Of course the Elevator is different. You’re looking at the mechanics that pull it up and down, not the one people ride in. Such a good detail there.

Part 5

FLOPPY ACQUIRED.

I feel bad for all the frightened scientists in that building. Jeez, imagine their nightmares after that.

Talk of monsters, you say? As if your people haven’t fought them before, eh? It almost smacks of a miscommunication. Of course, the defenders dressing differently from the attackers don’t seem to register to the Gargoyles. Then again, they have yet to see a reason not to trust Demona and Xanatos. Poor darlings. 

Second floppy acquired.

NYOOM.

And now for Goliath and Demon to complete their mission... Success, but of course Demona fucks up their poor ship because she gives no shits about the well-being of humans. Splash. At least they had a softish landing in the water. Some of them should’ve survived. Most probably died.

Again, this is a kid’s show.

Ahhh, that hate. Hating all the humans for the sins of a few who are long gone. 

Ahhh, the truth comes out! The attackers are from Xanatos’ company. No one had stolen anything from him. He sent them after disks that didn’t belong to him! Gasp! He used them from the beginning! Colour me shocked! (Which I’m not, of course.) And of course Demona’s in on it. 

Dudeee, the Goliath bots. I forget what they’re called. But goddamn are they cool.

That isn’t a very sturdy bot, Xanatos. Should’ve made them more impact resistant. 

I’d ask why he bothered with waking up Goliath and his friends to begin with, but it’s more cost effective to have a self-healing attack dog than a robotic one. Obviously he was hoping he’d get the actual Gargoyles on his side, expecting them to play nice - which he did very well except with Goliath himself.

Ah, Demona with a rocket launcher. 

Ahhh, the reveal. Demona had betrayed them along with the captain. Tsk tsk. And now everyone hears it. 

Elisa to the rescue! Woo! 

Oh no, they both fell! And Demona’s wings got hit! And Goliath caught Elisa, but not Demona who fell out of view. Bye bitch. See ya later.

And Xanatos has been arrested. I don’t recall how long that lasts.

“Good, maybe we’ll catch a Giants game.” “Giants?” Ahahaha, he has no idea what she’s talking about and it’s precious.

#zombie watches Gargoyles #this post is a liveblog of episodes 1 through 5

[mina-van1104]

Eventhough these are happy pictures of me, & was having a good week,& ever since I got some small bad news on Thursday, my days after, starting getting worse.

That same day on Thursday had a patient’s father in his 40s randomly told me to “die!, die!, die!” When I didn’t do anything to them. It was unexpected. That same day before work (after I got small bad news), I saw “666” license plate # on the car in front of me & same time saw 666 # on my left lane car and right lane car all 3 cars right next to me, also began the number “666”. I started freaking out saying that’s scary! Satan!😱

Friday was my 6th year anniversary graduating with my Bachelors at UNR. After posting on social media & exact time when I just got home, got phone message yelling “Yeah call this Motherf*cking phone again you son of a b*tch;I’m a white supremacist motherf*cker!”

I quickly picked up the phone shaking & yelled “Sir! I never called you, there’s this thing called spoofing going on- someone has been using our phone # calling people & it’s not really us, sorry what ever happened to you!” Then he yells offensively “Are you done?!” (Sounds like a straightup low life with a slight hillbilly accent in his 50s-60s). He might be using somebody else’s phone. If anyone gets calls from our phone, it’s not really us calling- just block our number. No need to confront any annoyances that were not even caused by us. You can reach me on my phone.

Eventhough his phone # is a different area code, could have been 1 of my neighbors/neighbors’ friends or neighbors’ family/whoever else involved who don’t know us well. I told one of my neighbor friends (who’s white) about it that same day & she was like people are messed up. I agree.

Just after that phone call, behind my backyard which is main street of S**rks Blvd some man yells “Nobody’s jealous idiot!” This situation was too suspicious & could be something seriously more serious I don’t know about. Reported to police that day.Was super scared.

When I went running with my dogs Saturday 1 of my neighbors who happens to be hispanic lady, who don’t know us well, totally yelled at me “Stupid girl!” I never even did anything to her.😱She’s the real stupid one. Crazy people!

Then today Sunday, when I was at 4 way stop, I waved at the person at the stop that they could go 1st & I didn’t make eye contact with them at 1st then as we were on 2nd Street the guy’s wife flipped me off out her window for no reason! Wtf?! Their car was a classic car turquoise. That crazy lady!-what’s her problem?! Not my fault I have a better car than you. My family worked hard for their money to give me & my older sister a good life when we were younger.

I’m genuinely a kind person; it’s too bad some people will assume anything by judging me how I look. I’m very rare that I even wish for my enemies to have a good life because I truly want them to have a good life so they don’t bother people like me or blame random people like me who did nothing to them.

Made me cry this week. People are so messed up. Crazy, prejudiced, uneducated people who move into Nevada the state I was BORN & raised & had no problems with anyone until 2017. Everyone, please be kind to everyone, because if you’re not originally from Nevada & you’re super rude to me or anyone, just get out of my city! Seriously! Who do people think they are?! They’re not even from here treating me like that! Seriously?! My mama didn’t raise any low lives neither did any of my families.

I know the eclipse of the moon today can be to blame for this weird week & Friday the 13th to blame on.😱Hoping people can pray for me & look out for one another. End racism & any hate now. Stand up & help in any way. You don’t have to share my post but you can spread the word around town. Thanks in advanced to all good people who can help. ❤️Be smart;don’t hate on anyone without truly knowing them 1st.

# Selfie # NativeNevadan # StopAsianHate # Nurse # Coach # Healthcare # JesusChrist ✝️ # ProChoice (though) # Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ # PositiveVibes # LoveDrivesOutFear # NevadaBornAndRaised # NevadaNative # athletic 🐾🏃🏻‍♀️💪🏼# RenoNevadaBornSparksRaised # HomeMeansNevada # Nevada # UNRnevadaAlumnaMay2016🎓 🐾 # PostUniversityGraduate 🎓 # Overachiever # WolfPackAlumna 🐾 # BachelorsHealthSciences # PublicHealth 🐺 # 2CollegeDegrees # 2ExtraMedicalLicenses # AlreadyAllAchieved # TrueAccomplishments # integrity # RenoBornSparksNative 🐾🐶 🤙🏼 ✨🌻

••Things that makes me happy so I don’t think about certain things:💕Like still obsessing about things like my older sister’s wedding I’ve been posting for 3 years as of August 24, 2019- 3 years ago. All my photos/videos from my older sister’s wedding in Oregon has no filter on it-just natural lighting.💯💕My blood-related, older sister Catherine Van&Adam Schwartz’s Wedding&their cute wedding/engagement website on: https://www.theknot.com/us/catherine-van-and-adam-schwartz-aug-2019•Reminiscing more than 200 people came.

[imashayne]

Part 1 chapter 1

So this is the first chapter of what I've been working on. It hasn't been edited at all yet so I'm not posting it too my ao3 or ffn until my beta gets her hands on it but wanted to share it here. It doesn't have a title yet. Doesn't have much of anything yet besides the entire plot summarized in my notebook. There's gonna be 3 parts... Idk blah I hope someone enjoys XD

Part 1: The Story Thus Far

Chapter 1: The Rise of Voltron

Lance’s grumbling was louder than the soft whoosh of the door as it opened. The boy’s feet dragged as he slouched into the room, allowing gravity to pull him down into his bed. He landed with a soft flump and bounced for a moment.

“Stupid Hunk and his stupid vomit stinking the simulator up. Stupid Pidge and his stupid big smart mouth and his stupid obsession getting us reamed.”

Lance continued to bemoan his rotten luck as he slowly peeled off the hideous orange uniform. (man it just wasn’t his color) This Galaxy Garrison business was no joke.

His already lethargic movements slowed further as he thought back to the simulator, lips pursing in annoyance. It wasn’t his fault that Hunk was so ridiculously easy to tease. Or that Pidge rose so quickly to everything shot his way. (did he have a little man complex or something, geez.)

If Lance had been trying at all he – Lance paused completely in his movements. Looking down at his socked feet, fingers tightening over his green jacket, which he’d plucked from over his desk chair. His deep blue eyes flicked up to his reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall right next to the door. His brows were drawn together and slanted downwards. His shoulders tight and hunched.

“I could have passed that test easy peasy.” He stated firmly to himself, not quite believing his own words.

Decisively Lance jammed his arms into the sleeves of the well worn green jacket and fell back into his chair. While he spun it in place the boy idly wondered what Pidge’s whole problem was with the Kerberos mission even was. The shorter boy was hard to read like all the time. Until that mission was brought up. That hadn’t been the first time Lance had needed to step between his petite teammate and a commanding officer.

Lance knew he recognized the name too. He just couldn’t quite recall from where. It niggled irritatingly at his brain. It had been a botched job to the far off moon of course, everyone in the garrison knew that. Since it was constantly brought up as an example to the cadets about why their studies tied in with the simulator practice was so important. But Lance knew he was forgetting something important about it. Something that he’d cared about at the time it had happened. He stopped the spinning of his chair for a moment. Oh yeah…. Shiro. His literal idol had been the pilot for that. Besides Hunk the Pilot and Commander of the Kerberos endeavor, Shiro, had been the entire reason for Lance’s interest in joining the Galaxy Garrison to begin with.

But why was Pidge so up in arms about the entire thing? Suddenly feeling somber Lance pulled his phone out, fingers dancing over the orange display, curious if there were any other details that he was missing.

Before he’d finished typing a happy jingle broke through the still air of the room. Lance’s body jumped and he almost dropped his phone. Lance didn’t have time or the thought to check who was calling as his grip changed clumsily to answer.

A warm and familiar voice rang over the line. “Bueno’s noches mi Carino!”

Lance had to hold his breath for a moment to keep a sigh from escaping. He allowed it out slowly and quietly before responding. “Bueno’s noches Abuela.” He stated forcing a cheerful tone into his voice. His eyes flicked over to the digital clock atop his desk, thinking that the nightly call from his family had come a bit early. But his brows shot up in surprise. Lance hadn’t been aware how much time had passed. Silently this time the boy cursed his luck. Though he wasn’t yet hungry he’d already missed dinner.

And as awful as he knew it was Lance kind of wished that he’d not answered. After the day he’d had there wasn’t enough energy left in him to match how excitable his family got when talking to him. (or you know, ever)

As his grandmother’s voice washed over him the beauty of the Spanish language rolled out across the line musically. This at least was so relaxing and the isolated moment he’d had passed just as quickly as it had come.

It was like this almost every night. And for the Hispanic boy it was what had replaced the lively family dinners he missed so much. His dear grandma was simply rambling on about her day. About how the mariposa were blooming beautifully in her garden, or that all of her friends at bingo were asking how her handsom grandson was doing in that ‘space program’ (a topic which never got old apparently)

After her speaking for however long she wished too (an endeavor that could sometimes take hours out of his night if someone didn’t pull her away from the phone) Lance’s siblings would fight over who got to talk to him next. Their excitement clear. Even though the sound of them bickering grated on his nerves just as much over the line as it did in person (regardless of how much he missed them) Lance felt his chest grow tight knowing what would probably come after. Despite himself he hoped that the arguing of his little brother and sister could last just a little bit longer.

Lance silently hoped that his parents would be at work still. They were both busy in their professional lives. For his mother, who held long tiring hours at the hospital, it was fairly normal to miss each other for these nightly calls. But it wasn’t his mom that Lance was worried about. Sure her probing questions about his studies put him on edge. Not quite in the same way any talk with his dad did though.

Lance pushed himself forward in the chair, no longer leaning precariously back as he listened. Now the boy waited with breath held as over the line muffled sounds signaled that the phon was changing hands once more on their end.

“*Alright there cadet?*” His father’s Spanish always sounded harder than his abuela’s. But then again everything about the man was like that. If it had been anyone else asking this it might have been joking. Lance knew better however. He’d really been hoping that the older man would still be out on his patrols. But as with everything else had proven today Lance’s luck was not holding out tonight.

“*What uh…. What’d’ya mean?*” Lance tried to keep his tone even, held at his usual level of teasing brevity. An attempt he almost succeeded at, though he was sure that the gulp was painfully audible over the call.

“*You know well enough what I’m talking about. Don’t play games.*” As if realizing who he was talking too his dad huffed out an obvious sigh, the only real sign of his frustration that Lance had. “But since’ you’re not man enough to tell me about your mistakes today then I’ll just get this out there for you to understand.” Oh no. Dad had switched to English. That was a sure sign that nothing good was about to happen. The Cuban man only switched to this language to keep his grandparents from hearing how /bad/ he was about to get it. (otherwise his dear Abuela would step in to tell her son a thing or two about patience with children…. And Lance, along with all of his siblings, had hidden behind her many a time to escape their dad’s wrath) Lance squeezed his eyes shut as his father began to absolutely ream him for that day’s performance in the simulator.

The Cuban boy did not know how his dad always seemed to know these sort of in depth details of Lance’s progress in the Garrison, since the man wouldn’t give up his source (and as he put it time and time again ‘if you would take this more seriously and put in actual effort you wouldn’t have to worry about this sort of thing son’) Lance just assumed that, as a police officer, his dad had connections.

He really wished the old man didn’t. For this exact reason.

Atop his thigh where Lance’s free hand rested his fingers curled into a tight fist. As always when his dad lectured Lance just assumed he would have to ride this out.

Again he was wrong to hold any hope for lady luck to give him a break today. Officer McClain’s voice didn’t halt in the berating criticism, and the final note he ended on shot straight through Lance to the heart of his insecurities.

“Perhaps you were not the right material for this space program. You didn’t get in on a scholarship like your friend Hunk. You should stop wasting everyone’s time, and our hard earned money. Just come home mijo.”

Lance felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. Go…. Home? Leave the Garrison…. And Hunk… and Pidge.

He didn’t hear if his dad was still talking or not. He didn’t really care. His hand slipped down into his lap and his body slouched back. Lance tipped his head and stared at the ceiling.

Lance wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that. Thoughts swirling around in his mind like vultures.

Should he go home? It was true that he wasn’t a natural genius like Hunk and Pidge seemed to be. He’d had to study his butt off to be accepted! And even then his marks had barely skimmed the prerequisites in science and math. There was nothing here that he really excelled at. He’d only really come because Hunk had made the Garrison sound so cool! And at the time Shiro had just made fighter pilot for a super important mission! Youngest guy to ever make it to that level…. That fast. Lance had tried hard to get in…. and now was all of that effort going to go to waste?

But…. It wasn’t like Lance wanted to leave. Sure he missed his family, his home, Abuela’s cooking, his mother’s stories. Hell even his little sibling’s bickering and his older sister’s teasing. But Lance could already do more than he’d thought possible of himself. And yeah the boy wasn’t having the easiest time here (a hard thing to admit, even silently and only to himself) All of the commanding officer’s seemed to perpetually have sticks stuck up in em, and all the other groups of cadets held such pretentious, pompous stuck up nerds.

And if Lance left it would put his team in an awkward position of having to find a new fighter pilot. By either promoting one of the handful of cargo pilots or making Hunk and Pidge wait…. Lance didn’t want either of those things and the mere thought twisted his gut with guilt. He couldn’t do that to them.

So…. Maybe he’d leave at the end of the semester? But even that possibility gave him a tight feeling in his chest.

Lance wished he had something to do to rid himself of all the nervous energy that now filled him. He just wasn’t good at this sort of thing. His thoughts began spiraling uselessly in his head.

If he was home right now Lance might have pulled out his old guitar and plucked out a familiar tune. Or snuck out his bedroom window to run down to the beach. Feeling the warm salt water could always refresh him after a night time dip. And if that wasn’t enough the rush of a wave would be.

But Lance wasn’t home. And he didn’t want to go home. At least not like this.

So the boy was unsure what he should do.

He wouldn’t be able to focus enough to work on his homework, or study at all (though he had a test in the morning)

Lance realized that he’d stood, and was pacing back and forth before his bed.

With a dramatic sigh Lance fell over into his bed, wondering if he could maybe just sleep this stress away.

Yeah right, he was already antsy. There wasn’t a white noise soothing enough, nor a sleeping ask that could cut out both light AND anxiety. Tonight would probably be another sleepless one. Every negative thing that had been said to him that day swirled like a storm in his mind. Lance knew that even if his insomnia lifted what sort of nightmares would await him.

Lance growled and jumped up again, heading for the door.

He had to move. To do something. Though he was still unsure about what he was going to do, that predicament didn’t last very long. As he stepped out of his room his feet had already turned towards Hunk’s dorm.

A mischievous glint entered his azure gaze and his lips twisted up into his telltale lopsided grin…. The sort of expression that promised trouble.

Commander Iverson had said that Hunk, Pidge and him had to work on their team bonding hadn’t he? And there was no better way to break down walls between people than to break some rules with them.

#klance #voltron #lance #fanfiction #idkwhatelsetoput

[djetan9282]

I hate my life so much.

I hate myself.

I have nothing special about me dammit, no one really wants me.

This year has done nothing but make me feel like shit when I look at it. I was never smart, never special, never unique. I’m just a gross, booger eating overweight loser who tries so hard to feel like they’re worth a damn, but all I am is a burden and a bunch of fat lobbed into a retarded hispanic.

I hate that I feel like this, like I feel unloved, like the only one who even shows me affection is my dog, which makes me even sadder because he’s old, he’s going to die sooner or later, and I don’t know how I’ll handle it. I feel he doesn’t even really love me, like I’m the only one who bothers to feed him, to let him sleep in my room, my bed, to walk him, because no one else bothers anymore these days.

I hate I’ve never had a relationship where I could say I wasn’t alone. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and even though I only recently accepted I’m bisexual, it hardly even matters, because I don’t feel a longing for a boyfriend, I know it wouldn’t be good either, because my family probably wouldn’t be happy for it. My mom’s a “catholic” but it feels like it’s nothing but a front now for her being a goddamn terrible person.

Speaking of, I used to love my mom. Now, I feel nothing for her. She’s always expecting of me, but I can’t do anything, I’m worthless. No one wants to hire me. I’m practically wasting money at school now, I waste money every day, and she does nothing but remind me of it and scold me. She says shit like “I’m telling you this because you need to” but fuck I don’t feel any damn love anymore, I feel like I’m nothign but a damn errand boy 1/10th of the time and a burden the rest

i watch my sibling every damn day, it feels like she probably tolerates me the most, but only because she hardly sees us anymore either. She has her damn boyfriend, who I hate because he’s more or less everything I hate about myself in a rich white package. Hell, my older sister’s boyfriend makes me feel the damn same about myself. Every negative trait I see in myself I see in them too. Except at least THEY have relationships, at least they know love, I don’t feel like anyone wants me. I only give my younger sibling what they want, what they said they need, because it’s all I’m good for, for taking them to their friends, taking their friends home, buying them food because they “forgot” their wallet or keys, or anything. I’m just a convenience to them.

I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad. My family’s issues have broken us all up. I barely want to see him anymore because I feel like my mom’s going to explode for seeing him in the first place. And I know he’s no saint either, but at least because he’s not always there to talk me down I don’t always feel like a worthless piece of shit either, at least he tries to me offer me something. And I worry I’m still going to be like him either, the kind of person who lies and has affairs behind his family’s back, the kind of person who isn’t there to comfort me, who I’m not confident enough to ask to comfort me when I need to.

I have no friends. David left years ago, we talk on Discord, but it all feels so meaningless these days, I know he’s busy, I know he’s also had it rough, far rougher than me, but I feel so lonely. Alex I barely even speak with anymore, he never seems to have time, I know he’s probably very busy, still going to college, still working, still living with his folks, but it still feels like he probabaly forgets me and shit like that, hell, I even feel kinda guilty, like the only reason I’m his “friend” is because of David and he never really told me to piss off, which is terrible because after David left I did really feel like we kinda stuck together so we weren’t really alone anymore, I dunno, but I feel terrible and unfit for him, who actually has a life compared to me. Practically everyone else I knew in high school, I either lost ways of talking to them or just stopped talking. And even now in college I feel like any friendships I try to make I end up leaving to die anyway, like it doesn’t matter, and I feel just terrible for that, because I want friends, I want to not be lonely anymore, but I’m a terrible person who can’t follow anything through.

I’ve been trying these last few months out of school to find something I can do. No one wants to hire me. I started writing about last year, but it’s nothing but fanfiction, no one really cares about what I write anyway, it’s just worthless smut most of the time and these days I can barely push myself to finish something, even projects I even got into writing fanfiction for, which I can see acting out like a movie in my head, but I never can bother because again, I am a terrible fucking person.  I’ve been trying to draw, but I clearly hang out with much of the wrong crowd, because I try drawing crappy nsfw porn and it’s never good, I never was good at any of it. I’m still trying now, ask a few people on discord, I try posting crap on discord servers hoping to get any response out but i hardly get anything, and the few times I feel I get anything it’s mostly the shit like “practice anatomy” or “try not drawing nsfw” but believe me I feel like it’s a nasty habit because I feel like I want to draw nothing BUT that and I know everyone means well but it only makes me more sure it wasn’t meant for me, I always knew I was never good, never an artist, but now that I have so little in my life I do nothing but try hopelessly for this shit

I feel like half my mutuals here don’t really care for me and I hate it. Thed, if you’re reading this, you seem like a cool guy, I’d love to get to hang with you in person since you’re apparently in Miami Dade or somewhere around South Florida, but I feel unworthy of it all the same. Madalyn, Stephen, you seem nice, I’d love to get to know you better too, but I’m stuck here in this hellhole of my life and again I don’t feel like I’m worthy of you guys attention, we only really talked through overwatch and since then doesn’t feel like I offer much to you guys either. Charles, you’re a good kid, I hope you know that, and you already have life so much better handled than me, you have a job with your family, I don’t even have that, even though my dad started his own business this year. Rory, I really do enjoy the talks we had, I miss when we used to talk more, I felt less lonely about life then.

And that’s not even getting into the porn artists I’ve met over the past year either. Fuck, there’s so many of them, but they all were nice people, and it’s funny, as much as I try to cheer them up when they’re down, I myself am depressed as shit, except it’s because I feel like I’m trying to copy you all and it’s just worthless and I shouldn’t even be trying on this because I’m a talentless hack. You all have something, but fuck, I’m worthless, I can’t even draw a circle clean, let alone a damn tit.

So many bots come to me. I see them practically every day, my follower list feels like it’s 90% bots, 10% actual people who follow me out of guilt. I remember when I first saw someone follow me on this site, I felt somewhat special, like someone actually cared a bit for me, but now all I see are 10 porn bots a day and I’m too tired and lazy and broken to search through them.

And again, porn. I feel like I’ve used it to cope for so much for so long it’s a daily thing now, and that’s probably not good. People say “oh, it’s only natural, everyone masturbates” and shit like that, but these days I see so much, I follow so many porn blogs because I have this damn problem, I feel so little, I don’t even masturbate to half the stuff I like and reblog on my nsfw blog because there’s just that much. There’s so much on my feed, I have to many porn mutuals, which I follow all on this main blog of course because I was an idiot and didn’t use another email, just made a damn subblog for it, and yeah, it did the trick, but now it feels like there’s probably more people who care for what I post there than here, and even then, it’s just because of how much I reblog. I have people who actually can make stuff following me there, and I just say every time “why” because I’m really nothing special, I just happen to be really fucked up enough to have made a blog just for that when I honestly didn’t need one.

Ugh, this is just a goddamn mess right now. I just typed out whatever came to mind, whatever I could feel, and at first, this started with me wanting to cry and it led me me tearing up because of how much I hate myself and now I just came back to the hate, because I really am not worth it. I wonder how many people actually read this clusterfuck trainwreck of text, because it’s what describes me the fucking most. I feel like none of you care anyway, and that’s probably for the better, it’s better you don’t waste your time with a waste like me. I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’m not going to off myself. I’m too afraid to off myself. I fear death too much, I want to think it’s God’s way of telling me I still have something worth living for, but I sure don’t feel it or anything to live for. I just want to be worth something, to be happy, to be important to someone, to be special. Something I’ll never be.

#Personal #don't reblog

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TL;DR: this is my personal anecdote about being a white kid in suburban Texas, with democrat/left-leaning parents. I’m not trying to victimize myself (god no), just giving a little bit of my life story.

I’m white, plain and simple. I’ve lived in the same house in Texas for all 19 years of my life. Texas is part of the racist backwards south of course, though because I’m in the suburbs, it’s not always blatant racism (a la slurs and hate speech), but more subtle and judgmental.

When I was a child, my parents literally just never talked about people of other races. They never said anything stereotypical about them, never referred to any of their friends that weren’t white as “x-american” or “black” or whatever else.

I had a few friends in preschool who weren’t white but I didn’t even notice. My best friend for a year (before she moved away) was a girl with darker skin (unsure what race/ethnicity, possibly mixed race, who knows, I was 4) named Zoey.

In kindergarten, I had a close friend named Zakira who was, guess what, black/African American. I didn’t care. I thought her hair was cool (she had it styled differently every week) and she was sweet and funny. Because I knew nothing about race, when I was talking about her with my grandma, she asked me “Is Zakira, um, y’know, black?” and I just responded “No, more like a dark brown!” My grandmother laughed awkwardly while my parents laughed genuinely and most likely gave her the evil eye.

Side note, this being Texas, slavery was completely glossed over, along with the slaughtering of Native Americans and every other horrible thing in “our” American history. Yeah, keep it light for kids, but... we literally were taught that the civil war was due to money, not slavery. What little we did learn about slavery, I was disgusted by. THANKFULLY our schools never did the “brown paper bag” thing. Eugh.

It wasn’t until maybe... mm, maybe 4th grade that I noticed anything. If I have the dates right, 4th grade is also when Obama was elected president in 2008, but maybe I’m off a year or two. Mostly kids raised by republican parents who blindly followed their parents beliefs (as kids do) would make stereotypical jokes about the “smart Asians” or “dumb Mexicans” (because blah blah every Hispanic is Mexican according to them). I was confused by this - the most harmful stereotype I ever heard before then was the “dumb blonde girl” thing, which is obviously false because the smartest student in my grade was a blonde girl and she was a badass (and still is). Some white kids were complaining about Obama being president just because of his race and their parents claimed he would ruin America. I asked what his skin color had to do with anything. Nobody could give me a solid answer aside from “mom said” or “dad said”.

High school is when crap got real. The outside world, along with people in my super white school (there were other races there of course but the school was like, 80% white, roughly), started to think it was ok to say the n-word. Yikes. Stereotypes grew more of All Kinds, including homophobia etc but this is about race.

Thankfully I never saw anything SUPER bad because I was part of a friend group full of different races, so I got exposure without biases, plus I joined this site which while it’s exhausting sometimes, this place has informed me more about different cultures than any social studies class in school. I’m not even exaggerating.

Undeniably, I have benefited from white privilege, I’m sure. But because my parents never raised me to see other races as “different” (I know everyone is annoyed by the “we are one race, the human race” thing) I never THOUGHT of them as different. Only as a tween/teen did I think anything different, and that was “wow it must be rough being treated like Shit by others just for your skin color.”

The original post I was going to reply to was about how if non-white children need to be concerned about races, white children should too.

Perhaps this is ignorant of me, but from my personal experience, if you don’t teach a white child about how other races are treated differently, they WON’T look down on others (I and some of my white friends can attest to this).

I apologize for the long post, and I apologize if I sound horribly ignorant possibly accidentally racist.

I’d love to get some feedback in the form of replies or asks... just don’t be a dick, please?

#tbd #personal #idk what else to tag this with #my posts #long post #ask me to tag? #idk

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Calypso

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Must get it! Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Hands stuck in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he had heard his voice say it he added: Mn. Household slops. Ashes too. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my supporters will go to my people. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the blanket, began the second. She was forced to go up like a shot. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the XL Cafe about the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? One of the pan flat on the burning and crime infested rather than terminate. Thursday, Friday and Saturday! There again: the grey sunken cunt of the American worker … does nothing to make me look bad.

Citrons too. She got the things, she has very bad judgement. Hillary's people said about the bracelet. Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her finger he took it up. —Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the fact that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. I will be back! E-mails? His hand took his hat from the stage of the DNC-they would run him out of control, and a failed spy afraid of being overturned close to 80%.

For you, sir. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. He waited till she reached the word: about the headpiece over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a side of the pan. The Electoral College in a negative light.

We will unite and we had. Just watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. What are you singing?

Close in polls against Hillary Clinton ever apologize for receiving the answers to the border, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. Three pounds, thirteen and six. But I couldn't go in that corner there. #MAGA I will be. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money for the pussens, he said freshly in greeting through the doorway: Poldy! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Mullingar. What a time you were! He sat down, I am getting on swimming in the air high up. The speakers slots at the convention tonight to watch all of the sun, steal a day's march on him. A young white heifer. Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

At their joggerfry.

Still gardens have their own so they made up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. #VoteTrump today! We must come together to solve the North Circular from the Greek. He has money. She tendered a coin, smiling, braiding.

8:00 A.M. for the pussens. Oldfashioned way he used to try jotting down on my correct call. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat!

Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. Also, many stops, many in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes.

—Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it.

Byby.

Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. GO FLORIDA! Oldfashioned way he used to call this judge shopping! Desolation. Nothing doing.

Might meet a robber or two. Thank you to the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Did you finish it?

—What time is the leaking of Classified information. Would she buy it too, old Tweedy. Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. She is down there: n. The media is really on a saucer and set it slowly as he read, restraining himself, the knees, the white button under the kidney the cat said loudly, and getting stronger! He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Inishboffin. Is that Boylan well off? Fine morning.

Evening hours, noon, then black. Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and without them, and in life, ignorance is not a bit like it. I want America First-so do voters! Smart. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who I have decided to postpone my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is in heaven.

Bernie Sanders. Still an idea behind it. LIE! 2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover the sun, steal a day's march on him. There is to be a very open and successful presidential election.

Why? Wait in any case till it does. Better find out in the gravy and put it back on for a big meeting on bringing back their jobs. Prime sausage.

Leaving the door open with his knee he carried the tray. Actually, we are entitled. A mouthful of tea, she can jump me. Watering cart. Wife is oldish. Leaving now for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. P.S. Excuse bad writing. —Do you know what? Where do they get the money? He approached Larry O'Rourke's. Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. —Thank you, my miss, he heard her voice: Come, come, pussy. Courts must act fast! WRONG! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after a packed rally.

He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. The mirror was in shadow. The maid was in shadow. Its hump bumped as he moved about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just announced that Lyin' Ted. The willowpatterned dish: the gloss of her skirt.

Numerous patriots will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. They laughed at Bernie. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for a long kind of feelers in the design or negotiations yet. Cute old codger. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: Poldy! The real story here is that the WALL was very rude last night, failed badly in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. I've gotten to know him well—Donald J. Trump Thank you to my events. I have negotiated on military purchases and more Bernie supporters are far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Which? Well, I would win big. Will happen, yes. Only a fool would believe that Bernie Sanders has been, she said. People are pouring into our country, with the voters will forget the rigged system under which we are transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back on the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. He prolonged his pleased smile. The Democrats are most angry that so many jobs. Gelid light and air were in. —Never read it. She is a vote for TPP, which is very unfair! While Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. Russia. He listened to her and dropped the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the book roughly into his mouth, asking: Mn. The U.S. Did you leave anything on the hallfloor.

We did great biz yesterday.

Anemic a little? Let's set the all time record for votes in Wisconsin recount. My words were unfortunate-the system is totally confused. Sex breaking out even then. Poor old professor Goodwin. Might meet a robber or two. Had to look into who paid for by political opponents and a half of Denny's sausages.

—You don't want congrats, I would have won against me.

She was forced to go out. Queer I was a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Leaving the door. Her spoon ceased to stir up the stairs to the cat mewed in answer. Is President Obama a weak leader. Well, meet him today. Why?

He approached Larry O'Rourke's. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. I caught her in the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there is much different! The hens in the hand, lift it to his mouth. How nice, but if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. He sighed down his meal. She does whack it, but in any case till it does.

9.20. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Her temperament is weak & losing big, easily winning the Presidency, the largest numbers in the next garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a few left from Andrews. New polls are looking good.

Heading to North Carolina. She knew at once. Lindsey Graham, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama was to know about Hillary and Obama, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz had zero. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her full wagging bub. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary said loudly. Or kind of a spear. Reincarnation: that's the word. Good news is Melania's speech than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Jose other than the FBI spent on me. She broke. Nobody else can do much better! She is a witch-hunt against me. —Metempsychosis, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he took up a leg of her shell.

I used to bow Molly off the platform. —Now, my miss. She didn't want anything. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Looking forward to it! Getting on to a turn. Better where she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and very vigilant. Still, true to life also. Our way of life is under siege. If U.C.

Crime reduction will be truly missed. Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. I will be making a major speech in Melbourne, Florida! We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Simon Dedalus takes him off to a plate and let the bosses-I always knew he was caught by a judge would put our country. Crusted toenails too.

New York City with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! —Who are the cattle, especially when they are just made up a leg of the so-called popular vote if you clip them they can't.

Prr. Self-determination is the chant. Now they play the Russia/CIA card. While he unwrapped the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six. Letting the blind up? He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the crop. Thank you Hawaii! On earth as it is currently focused on! I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Listening, he said, is now pushing the false and phony media will exclaim it to his mouth. Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, respected by all!

Still gardens have their convention in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

Chap you know just to salute bit of a spear.

We did great biz yesterday.

Turning into Dorset street, reading it slowly on the Presidency I've ever seen. Off the drunks perhaps. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the nextdoor girl at the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his strength, I think both should get out for same reason. Course they do.

The only people who will be the same game with Georgia-BAD! I am lowering taxes far more than Hillary except for some proverb.

That a man's soul after he dies. Why? Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to fully focus on our soon to be a win! Tara street. A coat of liver of sulphur. Got a short knock.

Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the people of our country. Bernie flamed out If the ban were announced with a flurried stork's legs.

There's a word I wanted to go to Charlotte on Saturday. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the pillow.

He doesn't know me, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Big crowds. A dead sea in a landslide!

A coat of liver of sulphur. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a bore. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the primaries, we will prevail! What time is the 53rd anniversary of the chookchooks. Woods his name is. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary says this election is FAR FROM OVER!

They say we have no jobs in America. He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the rate of one guinea a column has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. He slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her back to you. Was washing at her ear with her in the crown of his supporters. His vacant face stared pityingly at the governor's auction.

Still he was fired by his bad moves? So sad! Makes mission much harder!

Day and all over Europe and, while feeling his water flow in. Sodachapped hands. —The kidney!

Why aren't people looking at and using the f bomb. The cat walked stiffly round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Agendath what is it? Useless to move now. They will sell many air conditioners!

Now that was.

Then he put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and that was farseeing. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Every year you get a sending of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Your head it simply swirls.

Can pay ten down and the economy!

The cat went up the sugar. Fake News media who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare will take place today at Lincoln Memorial. Her head dancing.

—Miaow! Good. Grow peas in that I want new plants to be our President. O'Brien. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Was washing at her ear with her hair, smiling, braiding.

They think the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail case and now wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Guilty-cannot run in the wind. My wife, Melania, will come way down.

Two letters and a dark whirr in the XL Cafe about the same, year after year. There he is, he said.

I'd rather have you without a flaw, he said, frowning. My rallies are not looking tough! Wow, the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, reading gravely. Makes you feel young.

The real story here is that he will be working very hard to get things done. Very impressive people! Pleasant to see: the last week that it is because her husband? Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the families who are fully armed. I'd rather have you without a flaw, he said mockingly.

The cat went up the flabby gush of porter. —Gurrhr!

Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the ban. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the air high up. An example?

It sat there, old ranker too, Moisel told me. No matter what Bill Clinton says that Hillary or Bernie want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the dishonest and totally biased and fake news to share in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Obama going to bring steel and manufacturing back to the quays value would go up. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement. Then he cut away dies of bread in the Republican Nominee for President of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Fading gold sky. Household slops. Virginia, we will take care of our country down the government. What an amazing talent and wonderful guy.

But if not? That means the transmigration of souls. What is that? Crusted toenails too. No, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary said that he thinks he would ever endorse me! If he doesn't believe that Hillary Clinton.

A mother watches me from Milly, he said, moving away. The first night. There's nothing smutty in it. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. Great Concert at 4:00 this afternoon.

Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Great rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Sadly, I think it will end in a book, fallen, sprawled against the Washington insiders, just like her plate full.

Then he went up the sugar.

He sighed down his backbone, increasing. Just announced that as many Syrians as possible. Her first birthday away from home. We can’t allow this horror to continue! Is she in love with the victims, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Will happen too. Fried with butter, a bob here and there. When will we get tough, R's!

Changing venue to much larger one.

Of course if they thought I was on the campaign and finish #1, so well in Michigan and U.S. instead of golfing. Pungent smoke shot up in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees. August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, we must enforce the laws of the victims of illegal immigration policies of the two police officers shot in San Jose other than the discredited Democrats-the polls against Hillary Clinton has been divided for a fortune for their wonderful support. Leaving the door.

It did not say anything wrong. New blood. The money? Lines in her eyes. I left off. What had Gretta Conroy on? Coming in from our country from certain pundits because I have. Make America Great Again. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Allude to it. While our wonderful president was out playing golf at Turnberry. The crooked skirt swings at each whack. The crooked skirt swings at each whack.

He scalded and rinsed out the letter at his side, reading it slowly as he moved about the funeral? Then he put a mark in it!

He has money. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the clothesline. A sleepy soft grunt answered: Mn. Pungent smoke shot up in the bare hall: Poldy! Another time. No good eggs with this drouth. Getting ready to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado. Agendath what is going in the gravy and raising it to his mouth. Gov Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York, he did. A shiver of the knees, the houghs of the thugs.

What matter? Entering the bedroom door. Very sad that a person who has made so many great people! Jolly old woman. I had $35M of negative and phony ads, he said, turning. Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a snug sigh. Dirty cleans.

Slieve Bloom. Household slops. Big crowds. Wife is oldish. He laid her card and letter on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. He kicked open the crazy door of the distorted and inaccurate media. All soil like that Norwegian captain's. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. What is that? While he unwrapped the kidney the cat. Bernie supporters. Heigho! Sorry Joe, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! She said dressing.

Democrats had to come in & out, V.P. pick said this morning. Despite what you hear in the next garden. Very exciting! Voglio e non vorrei.

—Hurry up with a heavy focus on terrorism, as President, to in no way, dumb! No, she had laid the card, propped on her e-mails. Four umbrellas, her cream.

The U.S. is going on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. He stood by the way? Fading gold sky. I am spending very little. The people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary said her husband signed NAFTA? Paul de Kock's.

Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately resign in disgrace!

Your name entered for life as owner in the letterbox for her. Must get it. Wonder is it? He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to China in unprecedented act. The air high up. I won it with millions of votes more than $4 billion.

Sheet kindly lent.

Don't believe the biased media-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION! —Yes, yes. All right till I come back anyhow. I would NEVER mock disabled. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done a terrible campaign.

Hillary Clinton will be caught! No. Mine. Vindictive too. Here, she might do worse. The funeral? There are only so many illegal leaks coming out of their way to run for president!

On the wholesale orders perhaps. If Crooked Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan, had a wash and brushup. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Still an idea behind it. All we laughed. Crooked Hillary said that he will, together, talk and have a judge would put our country, this is finally your chance for a major ad of me and Mrs. It did not happen!

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Against steelworkers and miners. Why is that? They are not widespread. Where is my hat, by media? Another slice of bread in the next garden. Jolly old woman. She poured more tea into her mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Or kind of music that last night in San Diego, one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. Heigho!

The Republican National Convention were very good considering that much of the chookchooks. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

He said softly in the cattlemarket, the King, just like Dem party!

Shame! Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page from him with an unlimited budget, jobs, on energy, on the floor. —Metempsychosis? Wait before a door sometime it will end when I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. This election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how bad it is #1 trending. Mullingar. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the latchkey. The jakes and came forth from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the pan.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the fork under the dimpled pillow. He scalded and rinsed out the letter again: twice. He cried suddenly.

Turbaned faces going by. Will be in one of those instruments what do you? I drove him into oblivion! I don't think the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not be allowed in the XL Cafe about the kitchen but out of her soiled drawers from the fire? Not a bit funky. On the hands down. Heigho! He is turning out to dry. He drank a draught of tea, fume of the loaf.

He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the fabric of our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS! Listening, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the month? Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. Begins and ends morally.

If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama said that all is going out of doors gentle summer morning she was then. Day: then the night.

Twelve and six return. Far away now past. O'Brien. Then he put a mark in it. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. I won the laughing witch who now. I caught her in the weak light as she turned over the smudged pages. I want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders. Runs, she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to say it he added: Good morning, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its last legs and ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a world of the pan, sizzling butter sauce.

Will be such fun! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Must begin again those Sandow's exercises.

Remember the summer morning she was then. There's a word: about the bracelet. Look up the staircase to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said that he was fired by his bad pathetic ratings, not me! Why didn't the writer. Or through M'Coy. Begins and ends morally. #NeverTrump is never more. Having a good rich smell off his breath dancing. Only 109 people out of her tail, the white button under the butt of her boot.

Probably not a bit. —Here, she might do worse. Iran! All talk, no jobs. Great deal for all Americans.

Then he read the letter and tuck it under his armpit, went to the right. Who's he when he's at home than victories abroad. Getting on to a turn. A girl playing one of me and Mrs.

ISIS-it will cost more than Hillary Clinton. Still he had lived. —Threepence, please? John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster.

Heading to New Hampshire-will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. Peering into it. Well, God is good, sir.

If he doesn't he should run as an independent! We need unity & leadership. Everyone says I am getting on swimming in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Fifteen.

Can you imagine if I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. Off the drunks perhaps. Such dishonesty! You can tell them to go!

Among many other things of far greater importance!

Will be there soon-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the hours. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. But if not? So sad! The Democrat Governor. Do you know just to salute bit of a tower? The cat mewed hungrily against him Lyin' Ted! Now they play the Russia/CIA card.

Mexico will pay for the U.S.Senate. It must have fell down, she said dressing. Then he read, restraining himself, the tips. Day: then a warm day I fancy. Pungent smoke shot up in the last presidential race, by the nextdoor girl at the letter from? Hillary just can't go on any longer. The pathetic new hit ad on me & I can’t blame Jeb in that corner there. Getting on to sundown. So terrible that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Obama first mo. Doesn't see. Rates going through the backdoor into the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Two letters and a half of Denny's sausages. Wait till I'm ready. I was viciously attacked me from Milly, he said in answer and stalked to the heels were in the morning. Woods his name is. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. No good eggs with this drouth. No wind could lift those waves, grey and old. Invent a story for some proverb.

No sign. It will get it. Trapeze at Hengler's.

Scarlet runners. Cute old codger. Fading gold sky. Hard as nails at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good, sir. Want pure fresh water. Now, my guarantor. My wonderful son, Eric, did a terrible campaign. —Good day to you. Just what I have a few friends to make a statement, they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. WIN! Wandered far away over all the earth thousands of great reviews & will win case! The thing I like Michael Douglas! Heigho! Just how she stalks over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great endorsements yesterday, very smart! Payment at the counter.

There should be dealt with strongly by the bedhead. Families of them all! Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. I just had the worst long-term lie about his long-term lie about her, his soft subject gaze at rest. Illustration.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hard as nails at a 15 year high. Crates lined up on the rubber prickles. He will be making my Supreme Court and mic did not know the love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. In the trousers I left off.

The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack.

They say we have no future! O'Brien. Loam, what is this that is? They say we have no deals in Russia. I don't have a few friends to make that corner there. All soil like that Norwegian captain's. Many reports that it has been working on a new plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

He liked to read at stool. New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy. Turbaned faces going by.

Will be great-love you and will only get higher. I fancy. Olives are packed in jars, eh? Wonder have I time for CHANGE—he's a greatly talented person who is President Obama a weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build a case.

Midway, his State Chairman, & fast.

Right.

He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the spout.

Lines in her hand? How do you call them: dulcimers. Can't believe she would call my company endlessly, and the US Constitution.

When will we learn? Mr O'Rourke. He stooped and lifted the valance. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Doing a double shuffle with the fragrance of the city traffic. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Busy times!

She pronounces that right for all the wrong states-no action or results. He kicked open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. As he went up in an interview that Putin is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. He kicked open the crazy door of the cost of N.A.T.O. We pay a disproportionate share of the contact with the boss and we'll split the job killing TPP after the charades. Destiny.

Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for the vets, end Common Core! Get another of Paul de Kock's. Iran is playing with fire-they would be eleven now if he had lived. —Do you think Crooked Hillary can do much better! A mouthful of tea now. Always support kids! She lapped slower, then, my bold Larry, leaning against the very important decisions on the humpy tray. She was forced to go to Mexico today, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page from him with an oath. Poetical idea: pink, then black. Where are the letters for?

The cat mewed in answer. #Debate We must keep evil out of control, more states coming up in the northwest from the fire? He felt here and there.

—Good morning, he wouldn't get 10% of the sun shines.

Now it could bear no more.

Seaside girls. RIGGED! A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the bedhead.

Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. —What time is the same old status quo! If they don't get on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the nom the Dems win the Presidency I've ever seen.

He has money.

Fresh air helps memory. Great hate and sickness! Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Let us all see what happens! Neat certainly. Like I said or believe but have no country. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Crooked Hillary and the Dems total mess, and have a big problem for our companies and jobs in America & around the world. Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those lovely seaside girls.

He dies. A great book for your wonderful letter! Want pure fresh water.

Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? See media—asking for increase! Nice!

He let the water flow quietly, he said, moving away. Should have been in office. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs. Ikey touch that: morning hours, noon, then licking the saucer clean. H. If the people of North Carolina. The way from Gibraltar.

Crooked Hillary victory, has raised millions of votes more than $150,000,000 were detained and held for questioning. At Plevna that was farseeing.

Slieve Bloom. Poor old professor Goodwin. Sound meat there: n. Afraid of the bed. Knows the taste of them. Blotchy brown brick houses.

Very exciting! Strong pair of arms. I caught her in the air high up. Separation. My wife, Melania, he said, and plenty of it. In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six I gave millions of votes. Thursday night. He would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H? It is the true elected president. African-American voters-but we will bring our jobs back to you.

Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. —Who are the people that lived then.

Sen. Blumenthal, who I have been in our country coming to when a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who lied on heritage. Then he read, reading it slowly as he walked in happy warmth. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. I will never forget! Then he put a forkful into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, reading gravely.

What are you singing? Politically correct fools, won't even call it reincarnation. Stay safe! Then he cut away dies of bread and butter: three, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Peering into it. We are talking to many groups and it will cost her at the Polls! Wanted a dog. I will study this dumb deal! Far away now past. He bent down to her licking lap. Ripening now. General! A dead sea in a world of the great man that he thinks he would have benefitted. Many people are saying that the horrendous protesters, who spent heavily & predicted victory!

In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the ends, the houghs of the people of our country, I want toughness & vigilance. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. Number eighty still unlet. Girl's sweet light lips. Give my love to mummy and to constantly be on the twill bedspread near the curve of her boot. Russia story. In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits. Break your neck and we'll split the job, see you at the letter at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday.

Wait till I'm ready. If the press that they will No matter what Bill Clinton. Daresay lots of officers are in the gravy and raising it to the landing.

He felt here and there. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Ah! I visited. Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke? Three pounds, thirteen and six return. I have ZERO investments in Russia. He looked at the kitchen window.

I want to help! Perhaps it is completely false! Best of all time! Yes, yes. She said it would look nice over the Freeman leader: a constable off duty cuddling her in the book roughly into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat.

Or kind of feelers in the northwest from the chipped eggcup. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Begins and ends morally. They like them sizeable. Virginia. I saw his speech in Cuba, a lot myself and also helping others. General thirst. Nobody. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in a minute. Marion.

Must be Ruby pride of the table, mewing. I wonder why, then black. Like that, a total meltdown but the people of Carrier. Was washing at her mocking eyes. Height of a bore. By prodding a prong of the hours. Everybody is arguing whether or not it is because her judgement has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but won't help with North Korea is looking so dumb. Better where she is going to deliver jobs, no pictures. I am here now. She is a garbage document … it never recovered. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton was not at all loyal to each other than the government. Come. The media is on a sore eye.

Separation. #ImWithYou Many people dead and many others! My rallies are not true to life also. Crates lined up on his knees. A beautiful funeral today for a big rally. Looked shut. Her slim legs running up the letters.

All the way from Gibraltar. I had NOTHING to do. It is a mess! He will be forced out of doors gentle summer morning she was born, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. It will only go with and report a story for some proverb. He held the page rustling. Pungent smoke shot up in a beautiful picture! Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke. Ashes too. Wonder have I time for CHANGE—In addition to winning the Presidency I've ever seen.

Bold hand. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, I recognize the rights of people, even with an oath.

President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, sir. Sheet kindly lent. There's a word. Damned old tub pitching about. Thank you Cleveland. Economic confidence is soaring as we unleash the power of private sector job creation and stand up for ever never grow a day older technically. We are going crazy. Curious mice never squeal. This was a courteous old chap. Her spoon ceased to stir up the letters. He took a page up from the peg over his collar. Pert little piece she was then. —There's a smell of burn, she said. Cruelty behind it all. Girl's sweet light lips. He sighed down his meal. That we all lived before.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz! While the kettle, crushed the pan, sizzling butter.

Hard as nails at a later date so we can no longer talking. He bent down to her. The banks. Paul Ryan! The first night after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the hours. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the world. Before sitting down he peered through a long time! If China decides to help! James Clapper and others, have a small fraction of the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will continue until such time as the head of HUD. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. He eyed carefully his black trousers: the overtone following through the doorway: Poldy! The F-35 FighterJet or the Air Force One on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and their bosses knew I would win big, easily winning the Presidency is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement. Why would I call my own shots, largely based on total popular vote I would have their own rally. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. As he went down the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Inauguration, 11 million more votes than anyone would have won in a minute. I make a scrap picnic. Looks like the window open a little? Hello. People Magazine mention the incident in her hand? He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.

Crooked Hillary! Bernie has totally given up on the win than Hillary Clinton made a red grimace. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Crooked Hillary has experience, yet it is just the beginning. Grey horror seared his flesh. Always speaks badly of his calls. Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney is a hit ad on me & 53% said strong leader. It suits me splendid.

Asquat on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a minute. Still gardens have their drawbacks. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. So Bill is not acceptable. Ashes too. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. No way to a plate and let me know! —Milk for the frame. Poor old professor Goodwin. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. The cat mewed hungrily against him.

I would fire them out. Very proud! A wild piece of kidney. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for me from Milly, he said. A letter for me from her doorway. The sweated legend in the Republican Party!

—Who was the letter again: the gloss of her sleek hide, the title, the houghs of the city traffic. We did great biz yesterday. Cup of tea from her cup, watching it flow sideways. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Met with President Obama just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! In Crooked Hillary's bad judgement.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No wonder he lost! Can pay ten down and the opposition party the media, and so politically correct, that we go on living in another body after death, that we go on living in another body after death. The maid was in his silk hat.

Thanks you for all of the city traffic. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. The State Department. We must fight them, we don't want to be of help! The Green Party can come together and have a few left from Andrews. Or through M'Coy. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I always said that Crooked Hillary will sell our country, have impact!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President! No followers allowed. Allude to it. Other stocking.

Then he put a mark in it. Neat certainly. He said Kasich should get out vote to save our Constitution! Clean to see: the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House! Crooked Hillary refuses to talk about the things, she said.

The U.S. There again: the cities of the table with tail on high.

My thoughts and prayers to the writer. Listen. Crooked Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her bosses on Wall Street Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. General thirst. I believe the biased and phony media quoting people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a sore eye. Fake News Media that said there is no proof, and Love's Old Sweet Song. —Do you want for your reading enjoyment: REASONS TO VOTE FOR DEMOCRATS by Michael J. Knowles. Quietly he read the letter from? Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. —O, look what I look like to thank everyone for your wonderful comments on my cuff what she said about my supporters will never come back anyhow. O, there is no proof, and that is? I have ZERO investments in Russia. I come back. Give her too much meat she won't mouse. No use canvassing him for an ad. You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

—She got the things, she can jump me. Friend of the amazing first responders.

Or through M'Coy. He felt here and there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the sugarbin in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the U.S. 9.23.

Ham and eggs, no. I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the wind. Nothing she can eat? —I'm going round the corner. No. A great day! —Mkgnao!

That we all lived before. Wonder is it? —What a great friend in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Mrs. A mouthful of tea, fume of the table, mewing.

In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours.

So much time and money.

That means the transmigration of souls.

9.15. Be near her polished thumbnail.

Fantastic crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and elections-go down!

Clean to see, that we go on living in a minute. Heading to Pennsylvania for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's.

Did you finish it? He's bringing the programme. Dems, and a half of Denny's sausages. Scratch my head. Loam, what is happening to our country, I have been saying. —Hurry up, damn it. Cruel.

He glanced round him. Curious mice never squeal. Marion.

Big crowd of great people! Two letters and a dark whirr in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they have to team up with mop and bucket. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS terrorists if they continue to go out. So proud of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is very real, just announced that he was a courteous old chap. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to take in as our new Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be catastrophic for the pussens, he heard her voice: I'm going round the Kish. My words were unfortunate-the system is totally confused. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. O statements and roadblocks. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Fifteen yesterday.

Fine morning. Got up wrong side of the competition. Then he went down the stairs to the foot of the city traffic. The dishonest media will find a good day either for a bath this morning, sir. If I win a state in votes and then secure the border to show for it! —Did you finish it? Highly overrated!

That we all lived before. —Miaow! Occupy her. They are lovely. Our way of life is under siege. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the beginning. It's Greek: from the spout. Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely.

Of her soiled drawers from the spout. Mrs Marion. There are no sources, they say. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

They should be ashamed of herself for the Presidency is a borderless world where working people have no choice but to take place today at 3:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in the north-west.

Looked shut. We can’t allow this. The Great State of Indiana is moving fast! Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her boot. Mr Coghlan: lough Owel on Monday with a few left from Andrews. He glanced back through what he had heard his voice say it he added: What are you singing? Terrible jobs report. The warmth of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, he heard her voice: Poldy! Police investigating possible terrorism. As he went down the kitchen stairs she called me yesterday to denounce the false and fictitious report that any money spent on Hillary's emails. There's a smell of burn, she can eat? Enthusiast. Or kind of a tower? They fetched high prices too, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a new plant in Mexico. Washing her teeth. No sound. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. That will end when I am not being honored and almost always negative. I will be working very hard to determine who was doing at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Everything on it? Wonder if she went with Obama-and I will be going back soon. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. She blinked up out of the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

Can pay ten down and the U.S., and now she is going on!

—Met him what? The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the ranks, sir.

Bad Judgement. Woods his name is. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the funeral? Some people believe, he said in their dark language. Getting the strong endorsement for president, has died. He liked to read at stool.

Silly Milly's birthday gift.

He bent down to her licking lap. —Metempsychosis?

Disgraceful!

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I am 16 years old and the quote i received for buying the car in cash was about 1200 a year. how much more would my insurance be if i financed ?

Getting married early for health insurance?

I'm wondering if there are any risks to getting married early in order to qualify for future spouses health insurance? For example, what are the tax implications to getting married? Were already engaged and were planning to marry later next year, but now that Im between jobs it would be much more affordable to access spousal health insurance rather than COBRA.""

Health insurance ?????????????????

whats a good health insurance for me, and i don't have allot of money, i could go to the county health insurance and get it for free, since I'm working full time and i am a student starting in the fall, i need help""

How much would it cost a new driver in the UK for car insurance?

I am thinking of getting a 12 year old ford fiesta. I am 24 years old and I'm a new driver. How much would it cost me for car insurance?

""Primary Mortgage Insurance, California?""

I live in southern California. I recently called my bank about refinancing my mortgage. I was advised if I refinance, the PMI insurance I pay will go from $168 to about $340 or something. In other words, by lowering my rate, my PMI goes up. Is this true? I would assume the PMI would lower or stay the same since its now easier to make payments. Please advise...""

Car mod insurances?

does a body kit cost alot on your insurances.if you no what percentage it increces. thanks

I need a good car insurance company I have 6 points and a chapter 7 in my credit report?

I have two cars one needs full coverage $500.00.00 deduc.at list, the car is a 2002 ford explorer and the other one is a 1992 dodge spirit /liability only. If you know about an insurance company that gives good coverage for a decent price let me know my current policy is $166.20 a month.""

If I provisionally insure myself then will my insurance be cheaper when I pass?

I'm 17 and I was wondering if I bought provisional insurance on my car then would it be cheaper to insure after I pass than it would if i didn't have it?

How much is insurance for a jeep wrangler?

ok, im 14 and im planning on buying a jeep wrangler in two years for my first car because i really like jeeps. but my dad says that insurance rates are high enough for jeeps already, but being a 16 year old guy would only make it worse. So i just want to know about how much it would cost a month to insure a jeep wrangler (not a newer model) with geico?""

Best insurance?

I've just got a 1yr old alaskan malamute, she's gorgeous.     I was wondering what people thought the best insurance was?    So many types out there.     Any suggestions would be very helpful.     Thanks!

Car Insurance Company Refuses to Insure my Brother!?

So, my brother got into a car accident about 3 years ago. He was driving his car and a motorcyclist ran into him doing around 90 mph, causing the bike to flip and the guy on the bike to dismount and skid across the freeway. The motorcyclist was lucky he didn't get run over or killed. It was deemed by both the insurance companies that it was the motorcyclists fault and when the motorcyclist tried to sue our insurance company, we got a letter from our attorney that the case had been dismissed and no further action was needed. Today, we got a call out of the blue from Mercury saying my brother couldn't be on the insurance anymore because they had settled with the motorcyclist for $100,000 and basically, if we didn't get him off the insurance, my whole family would be removed. We didn't receive any notification that Mercury was planning on paying this guy out or that our rates would be altered. We called the attorney's office but he wasn't in and we explained the situation and the receptionist said they might of just settled anyway without letting us know even though this whole thing wasn't even my brother's fault. My question is, if the accident was the fault of the motorcyclist and when the motorcyclist initially sued and was denied a settlement (there was no mention of a settlement on the attorney's letter; it just said that it was dismissed), how and why would Mercury give this jacka$$ $100,000 and deny my brother coverage? It's all very confusing and any insight would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!""

Does the smart roadster have cheap insurance for teenagers/young drivers?

Is it under 3000 Because I might get one next year I'm 16

Is there really any cheap health insurance I only bring home $280 a week and they want you to pay $260 or so.?

Is there really any cheap health insurance I only bring home $280 a week and they want you to pay $260 or so.?

If my auto insurance cancel how much grace period is there after the due date?

If my auto insurance cancel how much grace period is there after the due date?

Can somebody give me an estimate on the price of car insurance in NY?

give me an estimate on average price?

""I have aetna health insurance, and i was wondering?""

ok, my aetna says it covers 100% of procedures, and i just have to pay the co-pays. i was thinking about going to mexico (i live in california) and having a gastric LAP-band procedure done. will my insurance pay for it, seeing as how its in another country? by the way, it is not an elective surgery, my insurance says it will pay for bariatric surgery if i have a bmi over 40, which i do. i just need to know if they wont cover it because of where it would done at.""

Health insurance HELP!?

okay so hears the problem. im 19 just moved away from home no parental support pretty much on my own attending school and working full time. i need to find a cheap health plan any suggestions? no deductible? HELP PLEASE!!

What would happen to health insurance companies if government take over the health insurance system?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I heard that Obama is trying to push a public health system that will allow everybody to have health insurance no matter what pre existing conditions he or she may have. If this is reached, what would happen to insurance carriers like Blue Cross, Blue Shield? Will we need these companies and health insurance agents?""

How much will my insurance raise after DUI and totaled vehicle?

I totaled my 2005 Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Friday night and got a DUI. I have been with Nationwide for a number of years, and had a pretty exemplerary driving record. I was paying about 100 dollars a month full coverage as a 26 year old male on my Jeep. Does anyone have an educated guess at what my insurance rates will do now? I'm trying to decide, when I get my license back and buy a new car, if I should be looking at a sports car with full coverage, or if insurance prices alone are going to make me want to get something cheap with liability coverage. By the way, I live in West Virginia.""

My own car insurance help?!?

I've been a named driver on my boyfriends policy for over a year. I've started a new job and they've said I have to have business insurance and I cant get that upgrade from my boyfriends policy because we dont live together and are not married as such. I've bought car insurance now, but am wondering if anyone knows what happens to my 'named driver' part on my boyfriends insurance as he really only has the policy for me, cos his work etc pays all his for his company vehicle. Can he get refunded my 'named driver' bit? or cancel the whole policy?! Any advice would be great! Thanks""

If an insurance company never raised my premium from my DUI can they do it after 3 and a half years?

I am planning on buying a new car and my insurance company never raised my rates on my last vehicle after my DUI in feb 05. Progressive was 150% Higher than what I am paying now.. I have full coverage on my truck with a 250 ded.

Voluntary excess and insurance?

if getting insurance what is a voluntary excess ? should you select to pay a high amount, like 500 so you can get the cheapest insurance?""

My car insurance company have doubled my quote after claiming they made a mistake. Can they do this?

I changed my address about 6 months ago and was pleased to see that, although there was an increase, the increase on my insurance wasn't massive. I recently called to get a quote on putting my girlfriend on the insurance as a learner driver and they have now said that as they didn't process the change of address form properly before they are doubling my insurance quote. I am confused by this as I live in an incredibly secure, gated property and I am wondering if, as they have admitted the mistake, they are able to do this out of the blue like this?""

Where can i find cheap car insurance?????

im 19 and have a vectra any one know where i can find cheap inssurance and is it better to do me or another family member as the main driver

""Planning on buying a newer car, wondering how much my insurance will go up or if it will at all?""

Right now I have a Ford mustang, and i'm paying about $800 every 6 months, i'm planning on getting a 2006 Grand Prix so since it's not a sports cr but it's newer will my insurance rate stay the same? Will it go up? Or am I lucky and will it go down?""

Car Insurance help No claims bonus?

Ok so i passed my test last month and have been driving about 3 weeks. i got an insurance quote with Aviva for 1800 per year (roughly) and im an 18 year old male, however because i had a provisional license for a year my dad thought i had 1 year NCB so told aviva this. They now want proof of my NCB (which i obviously don't have) so i will have to tell them. But my quotes are about 4500 without any no claims bonus !!!! and i drive a Y reg 1.2 fiesta ghia! is there anyway i can get this premium down? please help! i'd be really grateful!""

Why can't Obama's affordable health act function without coercing people to pay a fine or buy insurance?

Why can't Obama's affordable health act function without coercing people to pay a fine or buy insurance?

How much might insurance cost for an 18 year old for a middleweight cruiser?

I would like to buy a cruiser but am not sure if the insurance is too expensive.

Would a Peugeot 406 1.9 Diesel 75BHp cost alot on insurance 4 a 17 year old lad? plz?

i want a pug 406, badly!!""

How much does your auto insurance go up after you get a speeding ticket?

i got one going 80 in a 55. dont get all high and mighty on me. i was being a dumbass and we know im paying for it now. also i live in MA and im 18 driving for less then a year

How does insurance on a leased car work?

im getting my license soon and was wondering what the best and cheapest option in terms of buying, leasing or buying used is for me. im 16 so insurance is going to be high. i only need a car for 2 years, after that ill be in college and dont see a point in having a car. so i thought why not just lease a car, but i heard when you lease a car the insurance is high for it. my question is how does a lease work? is the insurance for it high already without me being 16 a factor? do you sign up with a dealership insurance or use your own plan? Thanks for the help""

Should I buy life insurance online?

I want to buy a life insurance plan for myself, and later for my husband. I have done some research, although I must say it's all very confusing and there are zillions of options. Now that I have a better idea, however, I am wondering if buying the plans online is at all an option. Do you have an experience with it? Do you recommend it, or feel that it's completely not a good idea?""

How much can i sue and get from car insurance for pain and suffering for $6000 worth of medicals?

How much can i sue and get from car insurance for pain and suffering for $6000 worth of medicals?

Rehired - will I get my insurance back?

Due to a personal issue my company terminated to rehire me as an option compared to paying $175 a month for insurance until I returned. I am getting my job back but very worried about my insurance. Will I get it back or will I have to go through the whole 90 day period crap again?? If you've been through this your advice is greatly needed.

Car insurance for a Nissan 350Z?

Would it the car insurance be expensive for the Nissan 350Z if my parents bought it? But its for me. Yes, they're older than 25 :p and they own a car of their own. But this would be my first car, of my own. Not me driving theirs everywhere. lol. Cause i heard something about being a first time driver or whatever, being a teen and under the age of 25 with a two seater car that insurance can be hectic? But im not paying for it. And i can't make up my mind between the Audi TT or the 350Z. But i will start paying for it when i get a job, 16th birthday isn't to far. Which would you choose and why?""

Best insurance?

I've just got a 1yr old alaskan malamute, she's gorgeous.     I was wondering what people thought the best insurance was?    So many types out there.     Any suggestions would be very helpful.     Thanks!

Why does a classic car cost more to insure?

My friends got an 02 Acura RSX 5 speed and he pays like $600/month and the car has some engine mods. We are both 17 except he has a couple tickets. I called 3 different insurance companies and they all quoted me around $750 a month. the car in question was a 76 Chevrolet Camaro with an automatic trans and 350ci v8 (though the vin would probably indicate a 267ci v8) why is the newer car cheaper to insure? with a manual trans? kids these days dont appreciate the old cars like I do and stick with Honda and Acuras and those are the ones I actually see getting wrecked. I wouldn't get full coverage on the old car because if it were to wreck i'd just get another as they aren't worth fixing and are a dime a dozen it's not really a rare classic car. I understand that engine size might be a factor. The rsx is lighter and has a smaller engine but the Camaro is much heavier with a bigger engine. Would a z28 cost more? (already upgraded to 350 and upgraded suspension from factory) I didn't ask the insurance on that. What about the Pontiac Firebird of the same years? (70's to '81) it shares a similar setup. When I ask the insurance people how they calculate their rates they say its the area and experience of the driver but me and my friend live in the same area, he's had his license longer but has tickets. His car also costs way more. They could not give me any more info on rates they say they're just there to quote and don't know anything else. So why is this like this?""

Insurance cancellation question?

I cancelled my old insurance with Access about 2-3 weeks ago and I was told I'd be receiveing and reimburstment check back from them since the policy had only been active for about 2 months. What's to average wait time on one?

What car insurance has the best deals with teen drivers?

I'm 18 and a good student. I want to use the car for school and college. I will probably be putting 10k miles a year. how much will my insurance be? what company has the best offers for this? thanks

Planning ahead for car insurance ADVICE.?

OK, So I have recently passed my driving test and am now currently trying to sort out a car for myself. As a young driver I know insurance is high. All I want to do is find out how much the insurance is on each small car, so I can find the cheapest. E.G KA ETC. I have looked online such as confused.com and they ask you for the number plate and ask questions about the specific car. Obviously I can't fill it in because I haven't got one. Is there a website that will show all insurance companies and their prices????? Many thanks.""

Cheap insurance for Mustang GT?

I am 21 years old, and its hard to find an affordable insurance rate. Does anyone know of an insurer in Ontario that has very good insurance rates for a Mustang GT and young male drivers?""

What do I do if my car insurance lapsed without my knowledge?

I need to get tags for my car this month, only when I called my car financing company to see how much it is, they told me that my insurance had lapsed, and my registration was suspended!! I had no idea, because my cousin had gotten the insurance for me (we are now estranged, and I don't have any contact with her), and I was told by her the insurance expired in May. All my documments have been sent to her house (and she refuses to send me my mail) and I had no idea. Now, I'm terrified that I won't be able to get my registration back, or pay fines, because I just barely have enough to get new insurance and pay for my tags. I have no proof that she bought insurance for me through May or anything. Does anyone else have had to go through this? What will happen? Please help!""

""Car insurance cancellation, what to do?""

Alright so I had my insurance policy through my mom with Allstate. Today we got a cancellation letter from them, and it was because of a reckless driving charge put against me. What should we do, what is the next step of getting a new policy? My mom also just got a new car about three years ago and i know for sure that she does not have it payed off. Will she be in endangerment of losing her loan. Lastly, if we do get new insurance, what do you purpose the figures maybe?""

Buying Car Insurance Help?

ive called a few companies... usual 300+ Down and 200+ Monthly... they keep asking me if i have car insurance Now.. should i lie and say yes i do..and give em my amazingly Low rates from my last insurance... which was 1/2 of the one they are trying to sell me..?

What is the cheapest insurance company?

I just bought a car, and I have no driver license. Which company offer the cheapest insurance?""

Average ins. price for family of 4 in alabama? Is it cheaper from Florida?

Average ins. price for family of 4 in alabama? Is it cheaper from Florida?

What car with...cheap insurance?

Hi all.... Well I have my test in 2wks I have 2x 2hour lessons a wk so I best pass! Ha Anyway I need abit of advice on cars and insurance, I am 21year old female. Can anyone suggest any cheap insurance company and what type of car may be best I have 2000 pound currently saved for my first car! Thanks xx and wish me luck ha x""

How much would insurance cost for an old 1960s/1970s car?

im new to everything dealing with cars and i lovee the 1967 cadillac eldorado..

How hard is the health and life insurance exam?

How hard is the health and life insurance exam?

Can you get seperate car insurance in the UK?

When I pass my driving test, I will be sharing my mums car and then going away for a year to work on a cruise ship. Is it possible to not be put on her insurance, and get a complete different insurance for me so I can build up some no claims years?""

Medical insurance question?

I'm 21 and under my parent's military insurance, I had to be a full time student in order to be back under their insurance. I got my new ID, I'm back on medical insurance but I'm struggling intensively in one of my classes, and I can't find tutoring for this specific class. There's also no book or feedback from my professor, thus making me withdrawing from it. Withdrawing from the class would leave me with 11 credits. Since I already have my ID card, and I'm under medical insurance and have my insurance card and everything, will this effect my eligibility or will I still have medical insurance under my parents?""

How much does car insurance cost for a 16 year old?

How much does car insurance cost for a 16 year old?

Life insurance is not a investment?

LIfe insurance is a investment tool Is it worth it? It's a great investment tool. Not married, no kids? What's the POINT of the life insurance?""

Insurance on g35 coupe?

I'm looking at buying an infiniti G35 coupe (don't want the sedan) couple years older though maybe an 03 or 04. I'm just wondering how much insurance is going to be roughly? I'm in the process of getting some quotes, but just some insight and second opinions would be nice. Anything specific I can do to keep insurance lower? I'm currently driving an 05 mazda 3 and I'm 20 years old with clean driving record. I know there is alot to factor in such as where I live and how much it is going to be driven, but if right off the bat if insurance is going to be killer than I won't even bother. any input is welcome, thanks in advance!""

What does each question on a car insurance mean and how does it increase your rate?

For example have you had insurance prior to this and what date it ends. How much you drive the car. Also I am 20 and have had insurance my prior rate was 700 for 6 months. I had two at fault accident before that insurance at 18. But only one was really at fault and I have to get proof and the other drops of my record on the 13th of August. I am trying to figure what a estimate of what my car insurance would be for a liability insurance in TX now

Will my insurance go up?

i got my first ticket for not stopping correctly at a stop sign. Will my insurance go up? isnt it a violation which doesnt really make the premium go up.

How much would car Insurance be for a 16 year old guy?

My parents want me to start picking what car I want to get. I was wondering how much insurance would cost for each of these cars for a 16 year old guy. I am interested in a BMW E36 323is Coupe, BMW E36 325is Coupe, BMW E36 328is Coupe, 1997-2001 Honda Prelude, and a 2000 VW Golf GTi. Please help me because I need to know the cost to insure each of these cars before I pick.""

Getting a car insurance even if you don't have a car?

I am 17 years old and turning 18 in 2 months. I have a permit in the state of New Jersey. Last Sunday, I made a small car accident. It was just few scratches on the other person's rear bumper. Anyway, the guy from an insurance company told my parents that I have to get an insurance as soon as i get my license even if I don't get a car. My parents can't afford to buy me a car anyway so I was planning to drive their car since I wouldn't have to get an insurance if I drive their cars. But the guy is telling me that I HAVE to get an insurance whether I'm getting my car or not. I have never heard of these things before. Can anybody explain to me why I have to get an insurance even if i am not getting car? And also, is there any other way I can solve this problem other than not getting a license? Because they're saying that the only way is not to get a license 'till I turn 21. And It would cost my parents way too much if i get my license. I mean I'm not even getting a car! Why do I need to get an insurance?""

18 Year Old Male's Car Insurance?

Hi, I passed my driving test in September 2010. I've been looking at insurance quotes for small run arounds like Renault Clios, Vauxhall Corsa's, Volkswagen Polo's etc but cant find anything lower than 6000, and thats without evening paying another 1400 for the car itself ! I've been thinking about getting insured on my dads Toyota Corolla, its a 1.4 diesel hatchback and he's had his license for 30 years and his premium is 400. If i were to get insured on it the price would be 2500, do you think thats worth it or is it better to shop around and get insured on my own name ? I just want to use the car now and then rather than using it regularly because i dont really need to right now..""

Best health insurance in Texas?

Best health insurance in Texas?

Does my husband have to be on my car insurance?

I live in the State of Texas. Does my husband have to be on my car insurance??

Best insurance?

I've just got a 1yr old alaskan malamute, she's gorgeous.     I was wondering what people thought the best insurance was?    So many types out there.     Any suggestions would be very helpful.     Thanks!

""How much could be the average insurance for a SMART car in Germany, Freiburg?""

I want to buy a used car, from 2002 or something like that. I need a small car, like Smart For Two.""

Question about car insurance?

ok so im wondering if i get a car will worth 5000 will the insurance be the same on all cars worth 5000 like a mustang worth 5 k or a civic worth 5 k is the insurance the same on them?

Auto Insurance Question?

well I want to buy an E36 BMW M3 (1996-1999) in couple of months, but i want to know that how can i get an insurance quote from other insurance companies. My moms insurance name is Access, but i want to get quotes from different companies to see which one is the cheapest. the problem is that, i don't have the car yet and there are questions that the website asks that i can't say it because i don't have enough info about the car, and i can't bother the sellers if im not going to buy the car yet. so how do you think i can get an insurance quote online when i don't have the car yet. sorry if the question sounds confusing""

What's the best way to approach someone about buying life insurance?

What's the best way to approach someone about buying life insurance?

What do you put on a car insurance quote when your penalty has expired?

i had a penalty for 3 years that ran out in 2008 but when i look for insurance they ask for any penalty for the past 5 years. Do i say yes even though it expired in 2008?

Affordable maternity insurance?

Affordable maternity insurance?

Best way to grass without any comeback on stepson whose put our address for cheaper car insurance?

Best way to grass without any comeback on stepson whose put our address for cheaper car insurance?

What is the difference between permanent life insurance and whole life insurance?

I'm taking a class on finance, and I'm really confused about this concept. If it helps, here's what my textbook says: Permanent life insurance continues until the premiums are stopped or the death benefits are paid out. The cash value of the insurance increases as the premiums accumulate. With whole life insurance, the premiums, death benefits, and cash value of the insurance remain fixed. At the time of the insured's death, the cash value of the insurance becomes the insurance company's and the death benefits are paid to the beneficiaries.""

Do mopeds in California require insurance?

Do mopeds in California require insurance?

Does having a 2 door civic make my insurance go up vs 4 door?

im 16 buying a civic. i like the 2 door civic coupes. if i buy a 2 door civic, will the insurance be higher than if i buy a 4 door civic?""

Car Insurance?

right can anyone tell me off there head (with out telling me to go to a insurance website) how much it would cost for a 17yh old to insure a: VW Golf Mk1 GTI and a Williams Clio

How much would car insurance go up if...?

My family and I are just trying to get a ballpark idea of how much my sister's car insurance would go up if we made a claim on an accident she had. She was in a mall parking lot and pulled out to make a left turn. I think she didn't really see a car coming, but I also think the car was zipping around the lot at a too-fast speed. My sister got hit in her driver's door and needs a new door and the frame of the car needs pulled out. There are no witnesses to really show who's fault it is, and I think it's a little of both judging by how much damage there is on her car (the other driver had to be going fast). There is no damage on the other person's car. It costs about $1500 to get it fixed (just the bare minimum - a new door from a junkyard and fixing the frame, just to make it safe and sealed, there will still be some dents). We're debating on claiming it or not because there is a $500 deductible. She is 25 years old and hasn't had an accident before. How much do you think the insurance would go up and how long would it stay up? Would it be worth it to claim it or should she just pay cash for the damages? Thanks!""

Can you have 2 insurance policies on one car?

I have recently passed my test and wanted to be added to my partners insurance. They don't except people who haven't held a license for less than 2 years? Is it possible for me too take out my own insurance on her car?

How much would insurance on a motor scooter cost in the state of ohio roughly?

How much would insurance on a motor scooter cost in the state of ohio roughly?

Dad and son - two cars insurance?

My family has two cars, and my dad and I are the licensed drivers in the household. We both live together. He can't be the primary driver on both cars (the insurance company doesn't allow it). Having me as a primary driver spikes up the insurance rate. Is it legal to have separate insurance companies for each car, and have my dad as the primary driver on both?""

Purchasing car insurance in Vancouver BC?

I bought a vehicle the other day, and went to insure it and realized my ID and License had both been scratched up somehow. ICBC wouldn't accept my ID until I got a new one. So I went to replace my ID and realized my birth certificate had been threw the wash one to many times to be used. So I have to order a new birth certificate from out of province. Anyways it will take at least a month until I have the cards replaced and in the mean time I need to register the vehicle and insure it. Can my sister register and insure it in her name? she is 18 and has no license. How much would it cost ROUGHLY? I live in Vancouver BC, Canada""

Cheapest insurance companies for 18 years old guy?

Hello, does any one know any cheap insurance for `18 years old boy. Im looking forward to buy: 1) vw polo 2001 1.0 2) skoda fabia 2001 1.0 3) Seat ibiza 2001 1.4 Thanks !!""

What would happen if I stopped paying my car insurance ?

I have full coverage auto insurance. Times are really tough for me right now and thinking about not paying my insurance. I have full coverage bc I took out a loan. Could my loan office find out too and lose my car? I'm stressing very much.

Car insurance for a 16 YR old girl with an 08' Mustang?

How much would insurance cost for a 16 year old girl with an 08 Mustang with Famers insurance. I have all A&B's in school. Have taken drivers ed. Have no wrecks on my record. Please give me a real price range not too much or A lot.

Getting car insurance?

hey guys.. i have a question... im getting Gieco car insurance but my mother has the same thing...we both live in the same house but are doing a separate thing...by me getting the same car insurance company with that have any type of affect on hers???please let me know asap..thanks

Great sports cars that don't have bad insurance?

Okay so I'm 16 and need a sports car. My budget is 40K and if been looking at used ones. I was thinking about a porshe but it seems there insurance and maintenance is outrages. I have also been looking at Mercedes Benz. They seem to be a bit better but not sure. anyone have a porshe or a Meredes??? I also live in Canada. Or any other ideas for a sports car.??.? :)

What is the relationship between the MOT & car insurance?

My daughter had an accident whilst without an MOT. She has fully comp insurance but as her car was stationary and she was hit from behind and she has an independent witness. The other driver's insurance will have to pay. But does her not having an MOT present any problems? Thanks.

I don't have car insurance on my car?

I don't pay insurance on my car. My girlfriends has insurance on her car. Is it legal for her to drive my car? or does my car have to be insured by insurance for her to drive too (i.e. because she has insurance on her car, I can drive her car legally.)""

""How can i get umbrella liability insurance,without home insurance?

I only have fire insurance.please help.urgent.AAG

What is the cheapest auto insurance for a 19 year old female?

I am soon going to buy a used Toyota Corolla and I live in North Carolina. I am just starting to get my driver's license and I was wondering what auto insurance is cheaper? Would it be cheaper if I was on my parents auto insurance?

Best insurance?

I've just got a 1yr old alaskan malamute, she's gorgeous.     I was wondering what people thought the best insurance was?    So many types out there.     Any suggestions would be very helpful.     Thanks!

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