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peppermint2d · 3 years

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F#$%ing uh, Calm after the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

Chapter 1:

When you took the job at the Essex Enquirer, you had hoped to work in your speciality, investigative war journalism. Since every taxi you tried refused to take you to Kong Studios, right now, the only war you're dealing with is the fight you're having with your GPS. The winding road, plus the rain, and the fact that your company car was ten years old caused your GPS to think you were driving in circles. Luckily, you could see your destination already. In fact, most of Essex could see Kong Studios, the haunted building on top of a great hill.

As a sort of hazing, all new employees get assigned to local entertainment news. You cringe when you heard about the guy who had to write about the mysterious appearance and subsequent disappearance of the shit statue in the city centre. Thankfully, your assignment was much tamer: you only had to interview a local band. You bought their EP "Tomorrow Comes Today" and have been blasting it on the way over. They sounded amazing, and with each repeat of the record, you became more and more excited to talk to them.

But with each kilometre you drive closer to Kong, you become more and more nervous about the surroundings. The heavy rain that was coming in was not helping anything either. There were thunderstorm warnings for that weekend, but it wasn't supposed to be for another day, so you hope the rain will let up soon for some outdoor shots of the band. You stop your car in front of the gothic gates that spelt "Kong" out in the metal bars. You push on them and they do not budge. You see a little intercom box and press the button, a loud buzz signalling that the thing still worked.

"Huh? Who's there?" A gruff voice answered your call.

"Hi. Mr Niccals? I'm here for the interview."

He grumbled. "Right, yeah. Forgot about that." Another buzz punctuated his sentence and signalled the opening of the doors.

You were soaked to the bones as you finished the drive up to Kong. You couldn't tell if your shivers were because of the fact that you were cold or because of the fact that you were driving through a cemetery.

You park your car and rush under the cover of the doorway with your camera and notepad. You knock on the double doors, and although you let your host know you were there earlier, it was a couple minutes before he even opened the door, shirtless, which you filed away to be included in your article.

His eyes looked you up and down "So you're the reporter, eh? I figured they'd over some crazy bat for local news, but I guess I'm special, right?" He smirked at you, his eyes hungry.

"I suppose so. May I?" You gesture to the doorway that he was blocking.

He stepped out of the way, closing the door after you. "I could give you a tour and find the rest of the band?"

"Was I unexpected? I'm so sorry." You flush. Your first assignment and your boss forgot to tell your subjects. How professional.

"It's alright, pet. We get so many journalists that we are always prepared." He slung his arm around your shoulders, leading you around the ground floor.

"So, Mr Niccals, how did you come to own Kong?"

He frowned. "Call me Murdoc, babes. Mr Niccals is my father."

"Right, sorry, Murdoc?"

He hummed, "Just like that." He cleared his throat. "I found it online about two years ago. It was supposed to be a short-term thing, but the owners, they just threw me the keys and left. So I figured I was the owner then. The bowling alley is right in here, by the way." You hurriedly scribbled what he said down.

Your interview continued like that, you asking questions ( "Have you been in any other bands?") and Murdoc answering them ( "Loads. None quite matched my skill though.") while you walked from room to room ( "Here's the recording studio. Found that pelt myself, I really think it brings the room together.") and took notes (Murdoc does not wear deodorant and should).

"Here's the best room of the house. Our very own carpark."

"An eighteenth-century mansion has a carpark?" you asked in disbelief.

He led you inside the space. "I think the biker gang put it in. Crazy bastards. At least now I have a spot for my Winnebago! Want to see it?"

"I'm fine, Murdoc. I don't need to see your private quarters for the article."

"Who said anything about it being for the article? I have real Egyptian silk, mmmm." He started to lead you to his Winnebago.

You stopped walking with him, causing him to stop as well. "Interview first, yeah?" You didn't know any other way of turning him down without running the risk of him cancelling the interview altogether. You start to head over to a doorway that you thought led back upstairs.

"Those go to dents-for-eyes' room. This way takes us upstairs, pet." You climbed the stairs with him. "Up here's really only the kitchen, lounge, and Noodle and Russel's rooms."

He was right, the stairs led directly into the kitchen. All of the rest of the band was gathered there, huddled around a stack of pizza boxes. "Oi! Where did the pizza come from?"

"We ordered it when you were playing dress-up." One of the band members said, and judging by his accent, he was from America.

Murdoc stomped. "I was not playing dress-up! I was trying on costumes for the show!"

You got out your notebook and wrote that down. You could feel the attention of the band on you now. "Oh sorry, I'm here to interview you!"

"Oh, cool. I'm Russel," The American said, "that's Noodle," he pointed at a child who was claiming an entire pizza pie for herself, "and the blue one's 2D."

"Konichiwa!"

"Nice to meet yew!"

You smiled back and greeted them both. The blue one, 2D, was certainly blue, or at least his spikey hair was. His eyes, on the other hand, were pitch black, none of the whites of his eyes was visible. It gave him a unique look and you wonder if it was done intentionally.

Noodle picked up a slice and was about to eat it when you said "I hate to interrupt dinner, but if you could pose for some pictures before you eat, I would really appreciate it. None of that pizza sauce on your faces."

Noodle grumbled but complied, putting the pizza down.

"Where'd yew want the photos?" 2D asked.

You look at Murdoc. "Would it be alright if we take them in the studio?" He shrugged his shoulders and led the way downstairs.

The band posed like they were in the middle of performing. The only issue was that 2D was so tall, that, from your angle, he covered Russel. You spent a little bit of time repositioning them until it was perfect. Just as you were about to take the photo, the lights in the studio went out. The lights everywhere went out.

"A bleeding outage? Right now?" Murdoc fumed.

"I'm sure it will turn on again soon, in the meantime, I guess you can get back to dinner." From somewhere in the darkness, Noodle cheered. "But someone is going to have to help me out of here, I can't see anything."

"You and 2D" Russel chuckled.

Only Murdoc had a phone on him, so he used it to light the way. It especially came in handy when everyone grabbed their food and sat at the table. Murdoc sat at the head, of course, with Noodle and Russel on one side, and you and 2D on the other. Everyone started to eat and you watched them all, mentally taking notes on their habits. You were not surprised that Murdoc chewed with his mouth open. What did surprise you was that the other men actually used their napkins properly.

"'ave yew 'ad dinner? Would yew like some?" 2D offered some of his pizza to you, but you declined. You were bound to get home soon anyway and it would just be unprofessional to eat your guest's food.

"She doesn't need your pizza, Face Ache, she will be getting plenty of my sausage tonight." Murdoc snickered, but no one else at the table joined him.

You awkwardly cleared your throat. "Would you guys be okay with answering some questions while you eat?" They all hummed in agreement while they ate. "So how did you all meet?"

The table became a little tense and all of the members looked at Murdoc. He set his pizza down. "I met 2D first, hit him with a car. Then he joined my band."

"Tell the 'ole story." 2D grumpily persisted.

"Fine. My buddies and I were looking for some keyboards. We crashed into where 2D worked and I hit his eye, proper breaking the thing and sent him into a coma. I had to oversee the poor little mutt as my punishment. I took him to a Tesco and was pulling some wicked tricks that the girls loved. Apparently one of my doughnuts was too fast because 2D went flying through the windshield and hit his face on the curb, breaking the other eye. When he stood up, he was so powerful, I knew I had to have him in my band."

"I 'ad no choice in the matter."

"As if you would say no."

As they start arguing over 2D's involvement, you were still processing the story you heard. Murdoc doesn't seem to be the best person. Murdoc doesn't seem to even be a good person. He seems actively dangerous, and you don't want to be around him longer than you need to. You make note of the whole story and add in a personal note to look up his criminal record.

"So, Russel, how did you join Gorillaz?"

"Murdoc kidnapped me."

That's really not helping his case. "Please tell me that Murdoc had nothing to do with Noodle's joining?"

"Nah, she just randomly showed up one day in a FedEx crate. Played the best guitar I've ever heard and only said her name. Everything else is just Japanese." Russel looked over to Noodle, who nodded, understanding exactly what you guys were talking about.

This was certainly some band. You ask a couple more questions, as required by your boss. "Which song on the EP is your favourite?" "Tomorrow Comes Today." "When can we expect a full album?" "Soon." "Are you surprised by the attention you're receiving?" Murdoc, of course, thought he deserved more, but the other members were much more humble.

After you finish that up, you tell them to pretend like you're not there to get a grasp of their dynamics. They eventually went back into their normal rhythm of banter, but that doesn't stop 2D from trying to include you in their conversation.

They finish their food and 2D gets his portable DVD player and puts on some zombie movie. You're surprised that they let Noodle watch it considering how young she is, but she seems the most enthusiastic. You don't join them on the couch, opting for the floor where the light from the player illuminated their faces. Since you didn't get a picture, you may need to have a drawing instead. You're nearly done when Murdoc announces a piss break and gets up, Noodle and Russel, grabbing snacks.

2D stayed behind on the couch. "Yew know, yew make funny faces when yew draw."

"You were watching me? Oh god, that's embarrassing."

"Seen dis movie loads before, so I got bored and 'ave been watchin you the 'ole time. Sorry, I forget about the 'ole no pupils fing. Freaks people out. Nofing up 'ere to remember that wif though." He gestures to his head.

"No, no, no you're good! I was just too busy drawing to pay attention." you laugh and try to play it off. In reality, it did startle you a bit initially to learn he was staring at you, but honestly, you don't mind and just got to get better at guessing where his focus is.

He smiles wide, showing off his missing teeth, and it lits up the room as if the generators were back on. "Soda?" You nod.

2D and the rest of the band return to the couch, having to wait for Murdoc who apparently has a bladder the size of a horse. He hands you your soda, peeps a glance at your drawing, and gives you a thumbs-up of approval.

You drink the soda and start penning what you think your article may look like. However, the sugar high fades quickly and you're exhausted.

Sharp pain in your side wakes you up and you yelp. You hear the band laugh at what's happened, everyone, except for Murdoc who is groaning on the floor beside you. "Bloody 'ell! What the fuck are you doing on the floor?"

You gulp. "Sleeping?"

"You can do that in my Winnebago with me instead of on the ground, love," Murdoc suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'll settle for the couch over the ground, if you don't mind me staying over that is. So, where are your duvets?" The band members look around and collectively shrug. "No blankets... I'll just suffer the cold."

"My offer still stands." It did sound slightly better now, but the prospect of him also being there upset you.

"I can survive the cold for one night." Famous last words.

It was freezing in Kong Studios. Your teeth were chattering and you couldn't feel your toes. It's been like this since you woke up after only sleeping an hour.

How are you supposed to warm up? You tried exercising, which was good until you sweated a little and that cooled to ice. Now you're even colder than before. Perfect.

You start to walk around, trying to warm up and think. You couldn't start a fire, not only do you not know how to start a fire, but you also do not want to burn the studio down. And they didn't have blankets... but maybe they have big coats?

You retrace your steps from the tour of the place, heading to where you hope was their rooms. You really only remember trying to get Murdoc to stop leading you back to his Winnebago. You inadvertently walked to the carpark since it was really the only place you could remember to navigate in the dark. Kong Studios certainly didn't feel homey before the lights went out and now the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on edge.

It was pitch black in the hallway, so you ran your hand along one of the walls, yelping every time it touched the edge of a picture frame. You feel the wall take a right and you follow it down, seeing a sliver of light emitting from under a door. Light? Such an unfamiliar sight now. You pray that it was not the bathroom with Murdoc and scented candles inside as you gently knock on the door. You would even prefer Noodle, who would be the worst suited to help you, than Murdoc. The light is certainly coming from a scented candle. A heady scent of vanilla has slipped under the door and is extending into the hallway. Your knock received no answer so you tried again, this time louder.

Louder.

At this point, any louder and you would have woken up the other members. So, you open the door a creak to peek inside.

What a sight to behold. The light from the candle made 2D's hair shine a bright azure and cast huge shadows on his far wall as he danced to his cassette tape. His dancing was awful but endearing; he looked like a baby dear that was still getting used to using its limbs. Abruptly, he stopped and you thought he finally noticed you, but then he rushed over to the papers by the candle and wrote something down, which you could only assume was a lyric.

Without any warning, he looked up and made eye contact with you. You stared at his black eyes, waiting for him to say something. He hummed and crossed out a part of the writing.

You had watched him for long enough, so you knocked again, which gained his attention. "Noodle? Is that yew?"

You opened the door further, "No, uh sorry to bother you so late..."

He began to tidy up the papers he was working on, tucking them behind him. "Hiya! What can I do for yew? Got more questions?"

You're so glad that he didn't mind your intrusion. His light smile put you at ease. "Yeah, I suppose I have one. You don't have anything to keep warm with? Like a jacket maybe?" You were surprised that he wasn't bothered by the cold, only wearing a T-shirt over a thin long-sleeved shirt.

"Oh. Yew cold? I might 'ave somefin! May swallow you 'ole though." His voice cracked as he spoke as he started digging through the piles of clothes on the floor, looking for something. He pulled out a blue jacket, not unlike the colour of his hair, and held it out. "This is one of me favourites! I fink it looks punk, don't yew?" You nod. It did indeed look wicked. "Go on, put it on! I would like it back when yew're done, if that's alright." He looked so nervous asking for his own property to be returned.

You smiled warmly at him. "Of course 2D, you have my word." You slip it on, and he was right, it was way too big on you! Most noticeably in the arm length, where the edges of the sleeves hung off your arms. It was heavy and warm and smelled like cigarettes and something else, something you could only imagine as 2D. It felt like a safe hug. Maybe 2D should be nervous about you keeping it. "I see why it's your favourite."

He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. I 'ope to wear it in a music video! If Murdoc lets me, that is." At this point, he sits back down again. "Wanna stay? I've gots more zombie mofies! Like Dawn of the Dead... or Evil Dead... or Zombie Flesh Ea'ers!"

"Sure, but I'm winded." You yawn and snuggle deeper into the jacket.

"Don worry! I'll pause it if yew fall asleep." He grins and pats the ground next to him, where you join him. "Which ones 'ave you seen before?"

"None of them. Which is your favourite?"

"NONE OF 'EM? Well then, we gotta watch Dawn of the Dead, it's the first Zombi mofie!" He loads the film and puts the tiny player in front of both of you, turning off the candle to make the lighting better. "I'm so excited for yew to watch dis! It's been a couple monfs since I saw it meself."

He lets the movie play, occasionally pausing to explain why a certain scene was so impressive in horror movie history. You barely watch the film, rather you pay attention to 2D, mentally tracing the look of excitement on his face and committing his hand gestures to memory. You never know what may be important for your article.

#2d gorillaz #2d stuart pot #2d x reader #stuart pot x reader #2d fanfiction #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz fandom #phase 1 #stuart pot

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,540 Words

Summary: Bakusquad’s day out.

Warnings: Food Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Forced Eating Disorder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Touya’s clothes include links to what they look like.

Hair Dye Buddies: Chapter 4

Once in the mall, Mina dragged him along to a store with bright colors and neon and he was so overjoyed to be able to pick a few pastel things, mainly purple, including a long sweater with purple and black stripes and rips strategically placed on it.

Mina's venture in the neon store took a while but everyone let her go about her business, leaving Kaminari with her as he picked up a few yellow shirts and Touya smiled as Bakugou totally didn't sneak a black shirt with orange flames on it into his pile of very purple clothing.

Once they paid at the neon store, Bakugou dragged him more forcefully toward a store with more baggy clothing and stuff he knew he'd see Bakugou wearing. Stuff he was, in fact, wearing as well. He picked out more pants here than anything but black and dark purple and even a couple of pink shirts ended up in his pile.

Mina and Kirishima ended up throwing a few other things in his pile like the black pair of boots they found that were similar to the ones he wore but with chains on them, the many masks Sero and Kaminari picked out for him, and the socks Bakugou smacked him lightly with when he told him he forgot to ask for socks.

The next store was much more his style, black everywhere, some white and colors mixed in but he felt like this place was definitely his favorite. It seemed Kaminari came here a lot because he was already around the store twice while Touya was still looking at the shirts in the front.

"Found some shoes you'll like. They're made for water based quirk combat, ice and snow slip resistant and all." He hummed at them. They actually looked good and even his style with the chains on them and the thick chunky heel with the the slip resistant grip on the bottom.

"Try 'em on, Touya." Mina insisted, forcefully seating him on the benches. He obliged and tried them on for her.

"They're comfortable." Touya realized as he tapped his foot against the ground.

"Yeah, man, this place makes a lot of its stuff usable for quirk combat. A lot of heroes frequent this place for additions to their hero outfits and stuff they can use on the daily if they don't have access to their costume." Kirishima told him.

"My boots are from here. Mine are a lot like yours but shorter and orange soles." Bakugou told him.

"You just like the color orange." Touya told him.

"I won't deny that." Bakugou smirked at him. "Stand up in 'em, Cotton Candy." He obliged and had to hold onto Kirishima for a minute to balance himself in just the one boot.

"Oh wow, I'm tall now. I'm tall, everyone. I'm now a giraffe." He laughed.

"Never been tall, I guess?" Sero asked.

"No, I'm short. I'll bet I won't even get taller during my growth spurt." Touya joked, sitting back down.

"Like em, though?" Mina asked.

"I love them." Touya beamed. The rest of the clothes shopping went well. Then they moved onto grocery shopping in a store within the mall. Mina leading by example and picking out plenty of fruit and some snacks.

"Hey, Space Invaders, we still need to grab dinner, slow down." Bakugou reminded her.

"What do you like eating, Touya?" Kaminari asked.

"I don't know?" He told them unsurely.

"You don't know? You never had a favorite food growing up, man?" Sero asked.

"My father always had a lock on the fridge to keep us all eating properly but then he'd only make what he liked." He admitted quietly.

"Shoto better let others join that Enji Hate Squad." Bakugou mumbled.

"Well, pick out some things you think you'll like. Bakugou here's practically a chef. He'll make it taste good anyway." Kaminari joked.

"Shut your mouth, Dunce Face!" Bakugou threatened and Touya smiled behind his mask.

"So I'm allowed to pick whatever I want." Touya more so was assuring himself he didn't have to pick up food his father would force down his throat.

"Yeah, man, just pick out whatever you think you'll want. We have Sero here, that guy's like a human trash bin. He'll eat anything you hand him." Kirishima assured him.

He went about picking up a few things he thought he'd like, some lotus root, enoki, eggplant, cheese, eggs, and tofu. He also grabbed a few things he had to look at the names of like yuzu, a few noodle bowls, spam, sausages, and he hesitantly picked up chocolate, melon ice cream, and coffee jelly.

Bakugou had disappeared at one point and came back with his own basket full of, assumedly, dinner makings. He sort of understood what he was making, maybe curry but with noodles? Touya couldn't tell since he'd never been allowed to make his own food.

"Alright, if you're happy with what you got, we'll check out and head home." Bakugou told him.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't even know if I'll like some of this stuff." Touya mumbled.

"Human vaccuum, right here." Sero gestured to himself.

When they got home, it was about 6 at night and Bakugou began cooking for dinner. Something that Mina called Jjajjangmyeon. His foods went into one of the communal fridges with his name stuck to them with sticky notes.

"You want anything made special, Cotton Candy?" Bakugou asked as he opened the freezer back up to get the melon ice cream.

"Um, I was just gonna try the ice cream." He felt like he was being caught doing something bad. Maybe, in his head, he thought he was in trouble but he still got his melon ice cream and a spoon out and hesitantly tried it. It was actually amazing.

"Like it, man?" Sero asked.

"This is really good." He admitted.

"Our boy likes melon ice cream!" Mina exclaimed happily from the living room.

"Have you even had ice cream before, Touya?" Kirishima asked.

"Not really. I mean, Dad let us have frozen berries and called that ice cream." He muttered softly, eating more of his ice cream.

"I hate that man." Bakugou muttered, continuing to cook.

"Yeah, all of us siblings do too. Or at least we all did five years ago." He frowned a bit. Dinner was amazing. Touya even had seconds with everyone else. The usual banter around the table was so fun.

"I'm probably gonna bother Mr. Aizawa to train my quirk a little more. I don't wanna fall behind you all, especially when Mr. Aizawa is going to put me in with the provisional licensing exam." Touya told them, sighing as he got himself up to his room, counting as he went to make sure he was going to the right room.

He put on his new quirk-resistant boots in his room and clothing that wasn't Bakugou's. He ultimately decided on a black short sleeve shirt with fishnet sleeves to his wrists attached and black jeans with a lot of metal attached Mina had picked out for him.

Touya was happy looking himself over, his father would never approve but he felt happy in his skin now, which was no longer getting scarred by the quirk too ill-made for him. He realized he had no clue where Aizawa was by the time he left his room, to which Shoto was about to knock.

"Oh, hi." Shoto greeted his rather sudden appearance. "Where are you going?" Shoto asked.

"I was about to go find Mr. Aizawa and ask him if I could train my quirk but I just figured out I don't know where he is." Touya laughed to himself a little.

"Mr. Aizawa's sleeping in the living room downstairs. But Mr. Yamada is around. I can bring you to him and he can watch over your training." Shoto offered.

"Thank you, that would be awesome." Touya smiled. "What did you come here for?" Touya asked on their way down.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't lose the card." He handed it back immediately. "I wanted to make sure you ate."

"Bakugou made jjajjangmyeon so I ate with him and his friends. He and his friends also took me out to buy some food and clothes for myself as well." He told his brother.

"That's good." Shoto was quiet.

"What did you eat?" Touya asked.

"Iida ordered pizza for our friend group. I had mainly Hokkaido cheese pizza but Midoriya made me try some of his Genovese pizza and it wasn't that bad." Touya smiled. "Oh, and how has your day been?" Shoto asked.

"It's okay. I mean, everyone's so nice. besides that little grape gremlin earlier." Shoto stifled a laugh and smiled.

"Yeah, Mineta's like that a lot. I'm sure everyone's just hoping he'll drop out if he doesn't get his provisional license."

"Well, I'm already here taking his spot."

"And you're doing an amazing job with the title so far, Touya. Bring honor to the 19th seat in class. That grape sure doesn't." Touya smiled at his brother and they were out the door after waving to the two friend groups in the kitchen, Sero sneaking pieces of pizza leftover and Kaminari and Midoriya talking about their quirks.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mina ashido #todoroki touya #kaminari denki #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijiro #sero hanta #todoroki shouto #snoweywrites #hair dye buddies au #tw food mention #tw child abuse mention #tw eating disorder mention

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arch-venus25 · 3 years

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The Head and the Heart, Part 4

Hello everyone,

I submitted this for @just-the-hiddles‘s The Damnit Jim, I’m A Vampire, Not A Landlord Fic Frenzy.

This chapter is less action heavy, but just as important. Thanks for hanging in there and reading!

Series Masterlist: The Head and The Heart

Summary: The twins are taking a night off from their graduate studies-- or at least Tessa is; her twin sister, Antha, is just trying to keep her out of trouble. What starts as a night of good old-fashioned fun and flirting quickly changes as they find themselves at the doorstep of the Hollow House Bed and Breakfast.

Characters: OFCs Antha and Tessa King, original characters/vampires

WARNINGS: 18+ for suggestive themes and violence, cursing, implied drug use, implied rape, stressful/scary situations, vampires, and characters with incredible hair-- you’ve been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 3812

Part Four: The Aftermath

The weathered professor seemed very confused but stood her ground and insisted, “Miss King, take the summer off.”

“I just need a week, that’s all—and then I’ll get the methodology section to you—Dr. Watts I just need another week, please!” Antha pushed back. Dr. Watts set her glasses on her desk and then waved her over to a deep-tufted-leather sofa.

“Antha,” her voice lowered, “I’ve known you for what—five years? You don’t become a valedictorian because you don’t like to write. You have been moody these past few weeks, you barely passed the final exam, and you’ve pushed back the thesis methodology three times. Last class, you were so distracted I would have rather you skipped. I know you, talk to me, what’s going on?”

“My sister and I had a Friday night out with some friends and something happened.” Antha murmured, staring down at her feet.

“Friday nights aren’t what they used be; did you hear about the fight that broke out at that dive bar off of—oh, what’s it called? You know the place—well, it was all over the news,” she paused gravely, “you weren’t there were you?”

The twin nodded slowly. She felt overwhelmed in front of her advisor. She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut before replying. “Tessa’s date got into a fight with an old flame, it was a whole thing. But after…” She couldn’t continue. The advisor took her hand gently.

“Did someone hurt you?”

Antha’s eyes welled and all she could do was stare. As if she said the words out loud, it would become more true than it already was. The doctor’s forehead wrinkled as her brows gathered together. Having lived through the revolutions of the sixties and the proceeding struggle for equality, Dr. Watts knew the dangers women faced. She didn’t need an answer; she just wanted to offer shelter to a young woman. She knew just from looking at her student that whatever happened, it was beyond words.

“You’re taking the summer and fall semester off—or at the very least take the summer off and go to a student counselor; its free, it comes with your tuition, so please use it. If you need anything you know you and your sister can come to me.” She wrote down her personal number and one for the counselors’ office. Antha held the little shred of stationary. She promised she would do just that.

Shortly after, she left her advisor’s office and floated through the campus green and then waited by the bus stop. Her feet told her she was going home, yet her attention was somewhere far away. What can I say to a counselor? Who would understand what we saw at Hollow House? Without realizing, she had retrieved something from her pocket; she stared dumfounded at the pewter-colored iris that gleamed back.

Antha couldn’t get rid of it. But in a moment of frustration, she chucked the marble-like eye into a nearby drain. She returned to her spot and tried to focus on scheduling a counselor. Moving forward, that’s what I need, she figured.

A familiar wheezing crawled up the street. The sluggishness of a muffler that had seen better days filled her ears as she dazed at the phone number-laden scrap paper. “—Antha!” Someone yelled. To her surprise she peered up to see Doug hanging out of his rusty Buick, looking just as timid as ever. He seemed anxious, for what reason she didn’t know. “I’ve been calling your name. You’ve gone deaf ol’ girl—you want a ride?” He asked with forced humor in his voice. She watched him blankly as his expression fell. “You alright?”

Antha thought about it and suddenly felt stupid. All of her gusto about moving forward had evaporated; she lamely shook her head like a weary child. She felt like a little girl in a world that was too big for her. It all just seemed too much.

The July swelter didn’t let up even with the windows down. The two didn’t speak as they made their way to their favorite pizza joint. Thrilled to be out of the unairconditioned Buick’s steel embrace, they collapsed into the far back booth of the pizzeria. All the servers knew it was Doug and Antha’s spot; they habitually kept it clean and empty, knowing they would eventually roll in. They made it to the “golden hour”. The sacred three hours between the lunch and dinner rush. It was their favorite time.

“Whatchas want?” The straggly blue-haired waitress chewed her bubblegum like a goat.

“The usual—uh hold on—when did you eat last?” Doug asked. Antha shrugged and realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t even think that far back. “Can we get a double order of the usual? But make two of them to-go?” The waitress didn’t even answer as she went to get drinks. “You want to talk about it?”

“Nope. I said everything already.” Antha wasn’t mad at him, she was just tired. She was more annoyed that he would ask about the matter and then dispute the realism of what she explained. Doug grumbled when the waitress slopped the pitcher and straws down, vanilla coke-a-cola splashing everywhere.

“—Hey, don’t we get like a punch-card or something? You know, for every hundred pizzas we buy, we get the next one free?” He politely suggested, his way of being confrontational. He was growing exasperated with the women in his life; he didn’t mind taking it from his close friends, Zoey and the twins, but he was having none of this waitress. She paused, chewed her gum, and left again.

“Whoa, cool off killer,” Antha snarked, her spirits lifting with each sip of her fountain soda. She looked him over and thought on their friendship for a moment as he griped about that one particular server.

Doug was a shy, lanky, ginger-bearded young man. He was passionate about things and supportive of the people he loved, but didn’t reserve much attention for the people outside of that parameter. He lived in vintage band t-shirts, had friendly light eyes, and a funny smile. No one could resist his unkempt wolfish hair or his corny sense of humor; he had a way of growing on a person. But he always showed up, his guitar in tow. That’s why Antha didn’t fight him when he asked about that night; she knew he actually cared and was trying his best to understand. He couldn’t help her though. No one could help.

“How about we hang out this weekend, do a barbeque? Nobody grills a burger like you—and Tessa can make her sangria, huh, what do you think?” He tried to turn the conversation to open her up.

“Uhh… I don’t know. I can’t plan that far ahead, I’m real busy.” She declined. The sausage pizzas arrived faster than expected and Doug dropped slices on their plates.

“Busy yeah? Mmm-hmmm,” he bit into his slice, cheese tangling in his five o’clock shadow, “busy not writing your thesis, not eating, and not sleeping? Ant, the last time I saw you eat was a few days ago when I brought pizza over. You gonna talk to me?”

Antha sighed loudly and glared at him. She was worn-through with the people in her life too. I’m too tired for this shit, she thought. She pushed her plate forward and abandoned her half-eaten slice. He saw her mild protest and his cheeks tinged pink. They silently stared each other down, him chewing as loud as he could manage while she obnoxiously slurped her soda in reply.

Before they could hash out their issues a patron burst through the front entrance. “Hey—hic—you seen Ant? Where she at? The back?” Tessa was hiccupping and talking all sorts of loud, like she was in a club on a Saturday night. “Oh hey girls!” She pointed at the staff and sashayed herself to the booth; her bedazzled sandals slapping the linoleum like a jackhammer in the quiet place. The front door jingled again and in rushed Zoey.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized to the front of the house and then chased after Tessa. “I picked her up because she was texting me weird messages—I thought I could calm her down with something to eat.” She explained to the table as she took a seat next to Doug.

“I already ate today.” Tessa insisted, sliding in next to her sister and almost toppling over a pizza.

“Oh yeah, what did you have for lunch?” Doug asked, his patience wearing thin.

“GIN and uh—” she had to think about it but excitedly rebounded, “and uh water ice. Breakfast of champions!” Tessa thought she was quite funny, regardless how everyone else disagreed.

“How about we have a little slice of pi—” Doug pandered but she wasn’t going to hear any of it.

“Now who would put sausage on a pizza? Oh, no. I have enough meat in my life—you know what I’m sayin’ Zo—you feel me?” She howled.

“That’s cute.” Doug’s patience officially went on vacation as of that second. He tore the sausage off some of the pie and then thrust the mangled slice in front of the drunk twin. “There ya’ go, just cheese—And you eat your damn slice too! This has gone on long enough—we’re going to have a barbeque and chill like we always do! It’s Fourth of July this weekend, did you know that?” He directed at the other twin.

“This white boy’s hollering at you, oh lord…” Tessa cackled; her cheese dripped down the side of the table as she reached for some ice chips from an empty cup. Zoey was mortified and motioned to Antha for help, her friend was out of control.

“Yeah—well this boy’s about tired of this foolishness! I don’t know all of what’s happened that night, but neither one of you will talk to me about it! Ant you’ve been practically dead, a walking zombie for three weeks—and Tessa, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“Gin.” She giggled.

“Hey Katy? Can we get all this to go, with some two liters?” He yelled across the full length of the restaurant.

Zoey handled the food transport as Doug buckled the twins into his car. He mumbled to himself, “…goddamn vampires my ass…” as he cleared his fogging glasses. Tessa began to mildly complain about the heat when the car stopped at a red light. They all noticed a young man struggling to get into a car at the gas station across the way.

“Is that José?” She whispered. They witnessed his mother trying to steady him, juggling his crutches and searching for a spot on him that wasn’t bandaged. Adorned in a neck brace, shoulder sling, full posterior elbow splint, and full left leg cast. Poor José appeared like he faced-off with a combine. Doug glared at the girls in his rear-view mirror. The light turned green and not another word was said.

He parked the Buick under the tree closest to the house and got the girls inside. Zoey did the same and brought the provisions to the shaded porch. It was too hot to do anything other than sit around by the fan or stay in the AC. Tessa went to her room when they got in; she felt awful about what she had seen at the gas station.

They worked together to set up the tall pedestal fan on the porch, because the porch fan just couldn’t combat Mother Nature alone. They were in the midst of dawdling about when Antha accidentally fell asleep on the porch swing while Doug played the guitar. Zoey elicited his help inside to leave Antha to nap. The two were shocked with the state of things.

Momma’s house was a frightful mess. They never saw it in its condition before: Dishes with dust, articles of clothing haphazardly dropped, laundry either half started or half done, it was difficult to tell. “Momma would roll over, I swear…” Zoey whispered. They agreed to tidy up while the twins rested, lest Momma rise up and haunt them. That woman was meticulous and was not above coming back from the grave to tell everyone what’s-what.

As if life had been frozen in time from the month prior. The twin’s incident hit like a meteor and their friends now saw the wreckage. While they hadn’t admitted it out loud, they had stopped living too; obsessed with what happened that night at Hollow House. Grasping for a truth that they couldn’t reach.

The overloaded dishwasher whined as it cycled and it reminded Doug of seeing José, busted up and struggling. That’s what really happens after a bar-brawl. There’s always a winner and always a loser. He half-heartedly swept the floor and thought to himself: these are the parts they edit from movies. The aftermath. The guns, the glory, the blood all made the cut; but the estranged motions we go through to try and find the thread leading back to our lives doesn’t. These are the quiet moments without answers, like loose ends dangling.

Zoey crept into the kitchen and signaled for him to follow her to the porch. She had just hung the last load of laundry on the line for the afternoon. They were both beat and sweat through from cleaning. They shimmied the big metal ice bucket to the front, fearing they’d disturb Antha. She was so far gone that an earthquake couldn’t wake her. They popped two well-earned beers and exchanged the bits and pieces of what they learned from the twins over the past few weeks.

“…that’s crazy, right? Like there’s no way what Tessa told me could be real, right? Did someone roofie their drinks?” Zoey asked him as she tied his wavy hair into a top-knot.

“I’m just worried that something happened they won’t say, like they’re traumatized—I mean, Zo, I was driving to the bar and I seen them covered in blood on the side of the road. Tessa was screaming in the ER that a vampire attacked her sister—and then Antha all of a sudden, calms her down and explains to the doctors that they were lost in the woods, came upon the bed and breakfast for help, and that a strange man assaulted them there. Said they used a fireplace poker in defense, bloodied him up real good, and they escaped to the main road.” Doug took a swig of beer to recuperate.

He was getting worked up just relaying the story, “But the cops, they investigated that place and found six bodies—slaughtered—in the basement, two of them the owners. The bodies had been sitting there for days before the twins got to ‘em. I’m scared that maniac’s out there. I mean—I’m scared in my own damn apartment when I think about it. What if they were found in that basement? What if we couldn’t find them?” He shook his head.

“What can we do for them? Are there groups for people like this, who think they’ve seen something supernatural?” Zoey mused aloud as she pinned her jet-black pixie cut hair out of her face. The two pulled fresh beers out of the ice bucket and vowed to do some research after the weekend. They agreed their first goal was to get the twins fed and cared for.

They watched the sun set into folds of purple, pink, and orange over the high grass. The heat of the day receded with the light, but the humidity persisted only to remind them that it was an intermission; the threat remained that the summer’s full force would return at tomorrow’s dawn.

The grasshoppers were summoned as Doug strummed his guitar, not truly playing anything particular. Zoey brought out cards to shuffle, waiting on Tessa to play. The evening began to set in peacefully until a rumble cut through the twilight.

A huge pickup truck barreled down the long drive and parked in front of the house. Out jumped the infamous Flake. His blond hair contrasted against the lavender sky, budding starlight glinting off his aviator sunglasses, and a tooth pick in the corner of his mouth completed his redneck-chic visage. He swaggered up to the porch and was met with a startled Antha; she had jumped up like a viper at the sound of his wheels. He donned a large patch like bandage over half an eye and his hands were wrapped too.

“Tessa around?” Franco didn’t even offer small talk which had Antha go straight from just waking up to furious.

“Not for you.”

“Well, I wanted to check in on her—haven’t been able to call on account of that scuffle at the bar. Them boys got my tires and my phone.”

“Looks like they got your eye too.” She scoffed.

“Yep,” he laughed and pulled his sunglasses down to reveal those piercing big blues, “you should see the other guy.”

“We did.” Her disdain seemed to suck the air out of the whole yard. Franco leaned on the porch banister and pulled a smoke from behind his ear. Her eyes burned so hot on him she could have lit his cigarette.

“I can see you’re not much for visitors, so I’ll just leave this. If you could give it to Tessa, I’d be mighty grateful.” He handed her a number, but she walked away not even considering it. Zoey jumped up and took the note. “Night ya’ll.” Franco flicked his butt into the yard and made his way back to his truck.

Long after he left and the noise of his truck faded Antha sat, her arms crossed, on the porch swing. Her friends idled by, every so often glancing in her direction waiting for her to speak her mind. The disgruntled twin couldn’t connect the pieces of her dislike for Franco. It wasn’t as simple as his jeans were too torn, his truck too loud, or his gaze too heavy; it was the fact that she knew nothing about him. No one did. Where did he come from—and where was he going? It didn’t add up to Antha that he was the first hillbilly she ever met without a tan. What working man doesn’t have a farmer’s tan? Finally, after a good twenty-five minutes of contemplation Antha announced, “I need a drink.” With a flutter of Zoey’s sundress, she presented a liter of honey whiskey, lemon wedges, and shot glasses.

A few shots and some pizza in her stomach, Antha started to feel somewhat whole. The four-hour nap revived her a bit, or least lessened the haze she had been wading through. She could finally take in her surroundings: she was lucky to have her friends. When the mosquitos really started to bite they brought their party inside and relished the cool—and now clean—house. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two, I’m sorry I can’t,” she paused, “I just can’t right now.” Before Antha could work out her sentiment the queen bee descended from her room.

“That’s it! I have decided!” Tessa announced, thumping down the stairs like a sentinel charge. “I’m going to visit José tomorrow—even though it’s not my fault he got his ass beat, I still think it’s only fair to show love.” She waited, her hands on her hips, for their unyielding approval or preferably a round of applause.

“Look at you growing a conscious,” was the general consensus of the other three. Tessa saucily tossed her braids as she dusted her shoulders. They all scooted into the kitchen table and fed her dinner. Just like a heart, she had a way of pulsing life into a room. Before they knew it, they were swapping stories like always.

Tessa was laughing and teasing Doug when she took a shot. She threw her empty glass down on the table as was customary, but when the glass met the table it then clinked as if something had been dropped into it. They all sat forward to see a silvery-gray eye in the bottom.

“Did you just spit that in there?” Doug’s eyes were wide.

The twins beheld each other knowingly.

In the beginning, they initially freaked out over the eyes returning. Now it became a sickening fascination of what they could do to them. The eyes always returned. They burned them, they drowned them, and they threw them away; every time the eyes returned to the twins.

“I tried to tell you, but you’re not listening,” Antha began, “these eyes are following us. Ever since we killed that thing at Hollow House, we’ve had them.” Doug and Zoey’s faces were pained in disbelief.

“Here.” Tessa got up roughly and held the eye over the sink. She turned on the garbage disposal and dropped it in; it made a grotesque metal sound and then after a few rotations, crunched like glass. Antha showed the eye that was always in her back pocket and explained she threw it away in a drain across town earlier that day. She threw hers in too, directly into the disposal.

“Well, how long does it take for them to come back?” Zoey asked.

“They’re not coming back—this is a trick!” Doug looked like an angry leprechaun with his reddened face and stubble. The twins’ faces didn’t even shift with the accusation.

“Sometimes its seconds, sometimes hours, or a day. It doesn’t matter, they’ll be back.” Antha confirmed and the twins took their seats at the table. The room became solemn as Tessa popped another round of beers and poured a flight of shots for them all, knowing the liquid courage was needed. Doug jumped up from his seat and began checking under cushions, searching cupboards, and drawers. The girls sat back and waited as he processed.

He huffed, “…you got back-ups, or hiding ‘em somewhere—I don’t know why you’re playing with me right now…it’s not funny…” But then a loud plop sounded on the kitchen table, like a golf ball dropped from the ceiling. He turned to watch a second oversized marble drop seemingly out of thin air. He returned to the table and gawked at the two eyes sitting in front of the twins. “You got to tell us what happened at Hollow House.” Doug’s voice was hushed as he shakily accepted the whiskey shot from Tessa. In unison they saluted and threw back the shots with beer chasers.

While the four friends went over the sordid events, in gruesome detail, a mysterious figure watched from the unlit porch window. The uninvited guest crept off through the yard, down the dirt-path driveway, and made a phone call:

“They got them eyes,” it reported, “I reckon there’ll be a war.”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #373

“warm me up in a nova’s glow / and drop me down to the dream below”

Have you ever kissed someone that you thought you’d never kiss? Welp, never thought I'd kiss a girl for most of my life. When was the last time you ate take-out and what was it that you ate? Mom bought us breakfast at Bojangle's the morning after my sleep study. I got a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. Do you enjoy when guys hit on/flirt with you or does it normally make you uncomfortable or annoyed? When was the last time more than one guy was flirting with you at a time? It makes me uncomfortable, especially if it's very obvious and pushy. Like some respectful flirting is fine and can be flattering if I'm single, but you better respect my boundaries and not act like a dog. I don't think two guys have both been openly interested in me since Juan and Jason in high school. Can you name five things you enjoy looking at pictures of? Animals, flowers, waterfalls, expressions of love between people, and boudoir. Would you rather have an eternal winter or an eternal summer? Both sound pretty sucky, but an eternal summer sounds worse. Do you know much about the Greek gods? Not anymore. I did in high school, as mythology was an elective I took. Are there a lot of stray cats and dogs near where you live? Not in this neighborhood. How would you cope with living in isolation away from society? How long do you think you could cope before you went mad? Oh god, I couldn't cope. I'd lose my shit so fast. Have you ever found any hidden treasure? No. Would you ever want to hibernate through the winter? No, I enjoy winter. Which holiday do you prefer, Halloween or Christmas? I like the Halloween vibe more, but I enjoy Christmas more as a holiday. Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall? Cold. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? I don't believe I've broken up with anyone over something small. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister got it. It was hell. What’s the dominant color in the room you’re in at the moment? An off-white. Do you know who your mom’s favorite singer is? James Hetfield of Metallica. Easy. What room in your house is the messiest? The spare room. Have you ever used a “puppy face” to get your way? Ha, yeeeaaah... If you could change any law that exists in your current country, what would it be and why? Here comes free healthcare. For obvious reasons. What were the last toppings you had on a pizza? Pepperoni. Would you rather spend an hour walking a dog or riding a horse? Riding a horse. Do you freak out when you need to visit the doctor or the dentist? Nah. Do you prefer The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit movies, if you like any of them? I haven't watched either. Which Harry Potter film was your favourite? What about your least favourite? I haven't watched those, either. What do you think about nose piercings? I like them. Nostril studs especially are really cute imo. How many floors does your house have? One. What’s your favorite flavor of Kool-Aid? I don't really like Kool-Aid anymore. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Yeah, a cyst. Do you enjoy sappy love songs? Unabashedly. Do you wear a one-piece or a two-piece when you go swimming? One-piece. What would be your biggest pet peeve in a relationship? Not communicating your feelings straight-up. Be straightforward and honest with what you're going through with your partner, for the love of God. Have you ever had a teacher hit on you? Have you ever hit on a teacher? No to both. Do you tend to eat more on Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas? Christmas, because of chocolate stocking stuffers and boxes from Dad, haha. Do you know what an "AMV" is? Yeah, I used to make them. Do you think you have a sad life? In some ways, yeah. What’s one award show you have to watch every year? None. Who do you like more: the Batman or the Joker? The Joker, particularly Heath Ledger's. Do you like Rammstein? Love 'em. What is your favorite small dog breed? Aesthetically, I think pugs, but I've said before and I'll say it a thousand more times: I don't support breeding them. What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I've never been obsessed with a comic book. Do you like kids pop-up books? Those were my absolute favorite kind AS a kid. What is your mother's mother's maiden name? Ummm I'm pretty sure Collins. Have you ever pet a monkey? No. What’s your favorite Owl City song… besides "Fireflies?" I actually really like "Hot Air Balloon." What’s your fave Miley Cyrus song? I don't know many, but I do know "The Climb" is absolutely gorgeous. Fave Rascal Flatts song? Probably "My Wish." But I also really like "Why" and "What Hurts the Most." Fave Justin Bieber song? None. Miley Cyrus, Demi Lavato, or Selena Gomez? Jesus, you really like bands that I don't, haha. I don't know any Demi or Selena songs, so idk. Fave Eminem song? Oh man, I do like a lot of Eminem. I know it's so cliche, but I genuinely adore "Love The Way You Lie." It gives me goosebumps. Do you think you could survive a month of solitary confinement? NO. Absolutely not. I would lose my motherfucking mind. What is something that you find utterly boring? Sports, save for dance, are incredibly blah to me. What noise/sound can put you to sleep? Gentle, steady rain tapping on the window. When you are upset, do you tend to shut others out? YYYYYYYYYYYEP. When was the last time you felt abandoned by someone? bleh Does the sight of blood gross you out? No. Do you like red roses, or do you prefer another color? I love red ones, but I really, really like the ones with a pink-peach gradient. Have you ever gone through a red light? I think I MIGHT have accidentally because I was zoned out, but I don't THINK so. Do you fail to stop for stop signs, sometimes? I can't recall if I ever have. What is one of your major turn-offs? Misogyny. The moment you act like you exceed my worth just because you have a dick, byyyyyeeee~ During which year of your life were you the most unhappy? 2016 was hell on Earth for me. Have you ever seen a blue jay in person? I have. Do you like leaves better in the summer/spring, or in the fall? I'd like to meet someone that actually chooses anything besides fall, lol. Do you like the appearance of green eyes? YES! Do you typically like green-colored candies? Yessss. It's not rare for them to be my favorite flavor of whatever the thing is. Who is the most energetic and happy person you know of? My nephew, omg. Have you ever encountered a black widow? I actually have seen at least one to my memory. They're native here. Has an animal ever peed on you? Yes. Do you prefer green or purple/red grapes? I enjoy both, but I prefer green IF they're actually firm. What color is your birthstone? Purple. Why did you leave your house last? To go to the TMS office. I have to go there every day (but the weekends) for two months for treatment now. Is anything on your body sore? Well, inevitably my upper right arm, where my tattoo is. It looks so fucking beautiful redone though, it's all worth it. :') Have you ever eaten a cookie cake before? If so, was it good? Hell yeah man, cookie cakes are great. Do you lose interest in someone easily? I'm quite the opposite. Who was the last person you flirted with? Sara. Do you still talk to the person you fell the hardest for? No. Who’s the last person that slept over your house? My sister and her husband. Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes. Are you currently sad about anything? I mean, I always am about something. How would you feel if your last ex fell in love with someone else? I would be super happy for her. Who was the last person who left your life and hurt you? Colleen. Do you know anyone who died of breast cancer? I might know of somebody, but all I know personally are survivors. Do you miss any of your old friends? Well of course. Have you ever been used before? I don't know. Ever taken a picture kissing someone? Yes. What’s the last thing you and your sibling laughed about? I Don't know. I haven't seen either in some time. What’s the last thing you took a picture of? A meme to send Sara, haha. Do you listen to classical music? No. Do you tell your parents who you like? Why or why not? I mean, I don't just randomly bring it up because just being like "hey I like this person _____ now" seems weird. Now if I was asked or mentioning it is somehow relevant, then I will. Who’s the most annoying person in your neighborhood? The damn dog next door who never shuts up. Name one of your psycho exes? None. I was the "psycho ex," and it's embarrassing as shit. Do you make your own clothes and/or add designs to them on your own? No. Do you ever feel guilty eating meat? It's not something I always actively think about, but subconsciously, I absolutely always do. Especially knowing my family doesn't buy from "ethical" markets, but instead big ones. "Ethical" in quotations because there is no moral way to slaughter an animal for food, but at least there are smaller farmers who can give their livestock a better, cleaner, happier life. What are you listening to at the moment? I'm semi-watching Gab play Bioshock. I'd never seen the game before, so just kinda vicariously checking it out. Seems all right. Does anything hurt right now? My tattoo is definitely in the sore phase. It'll start scabbing soon. I literally can't stop looking at it, I love it so much. How many years have you lived at the house you’re living in right now? Around 1 1/2. Have you ever lived in a different country that the one you’re living in? No. Which of your parents will you see next? I live with my mom and rarely see my dad, so. Do you like Chinese food? Only pork fried rice and egg rolls, really. What sort of music were you brought up on? When all of us kids were very little, Mom would usually play her rock channels on the radio, sometimes a (clean) CD. She also would ensure to play kids' cassettes sometimes, too, like Raffy or whoever it was. Once Ashley reached a certain age, she would always ask for a pop channel to be put on, so most of my childhood was that and some country music, too.

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

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motherfucker-somewhat-limited · 5 years

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1: Name

Sarah

2: Age

3: Fears

Everything, I have anxiety

4: 3 things I love

Dogs, weird movies, sunsets over water

5: 4 turns on

Long hair, facial piercings, good sense of humor, back muscles

6: 4 turns off

Poor hygiene, rude to service workers, adults who are still obsessed with Disney to the point where they make it a personality trait, Trump supporters (or the equivalent in other countries)

7: My best friend

@wanderingwondererofthings

8: Sexual orientation

Bi? I think? IDK not straight tho

9: My best first date

I’ve only ever been on one date in my life and the dude ghosted me afterward which turned out to be a blessing bc it was not a good time in my life to try to start a relationship

10: How tall am I

5′2″

11: What do I miss

Mental stability

12: What time were I born

3:45 am or thereabouts

13: Favourite color

black

14: Do I have a crush

celebrity crushes but I don’t really count those

15: Favourite quote

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

16: Favourite place

bundled up under a heap of blankets by myself in a dark room with good snacks and a good book/movie

17: Favourite food

chocolate

18: Do I use sarcasm

do i

19: What am I listening to right now

my housemate doing laundry

20: First thing I notice in new person

what they’re wearing

21: Shoe size

womens 7

22: Eye color

brown

23: Hair color

brown

24: Favourite style of clothing

love that goth shit

25: Ever done a prank call?

not that i can remember

26: Meaning behind my URL

adam darski’s true form

27: Favourite movie

Ink (2009) dir. jamin winans

28: Favourite song

UHHHHHHHHHHH

29: Favourite band

Eluveitie

30: How I feel right now

like shit lol

31: Someone I love

My friends

32: My current relationship status

single

33: My relationship with my parents

it’s good and i’m very grateful

34: Favourite holiday

the day after halloween when all the candy goes on sale

35: Tattoos and piercing I have

none

36: Tattoos and piercings I want

seriously considering getting my eyebrow pierced soon. if I ever cut my hair short i’ll pierce my ears

37: The reason I joined Tumblr

to follow an art blog that made amazing JTHM fan art

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

what ex

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

yeah from my mom

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

yeah it was my mom

41: When did I last hold hands?

yesterday with my grandma

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

takes me well over an hour to actually get up but then like 3o minutes tops

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

44: Where am I right now?

in my room

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

i’ve never been that drunk because i hate hangovers

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

reasonable level unless i’m at a concert

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

not anymore

48: Am I excited for anything?

sexy eggman is coming to san francisco

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

50: How often do I wear a fake smile?

basically whenever i have to talk to strangers

51: When was the last time I hugged someone?

yesterday

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

my mom is allowed to kiss other people it’s okay

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

i don’t think so?

54: What is something I disliked about today?

i’m tired of being tired

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

my soulmate

56: What do I think about most?

spirals of existential dread

57: What’s my strangest talent?

I have no talents lol

58: Do I have any strange phobias?

going down stairs. i’m fine going up them but going down them freaks me out

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

depends on my mood and whether or not i’m ugly that day

60: What was the last lie I told?

“I’m okay”

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

In person or don’t fucking talk to me

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes and yes

63: Do I believe in magic?

idk. i believe there’s things that happen that we can’t explain yet so maybe that’s magic

64: Do I believe in luck?

i believe in good chances

65: What’s the weather like right now?

dark

66: What was the last book I’ve read?

The Habitation of the Blessed by Catherynne Valente

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

yes as long as i don’t have a headache or stomachache

68: Do I have any nicknames?

just dumb shit my mom calls me

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

worst acute injury was the time i tripped onto an outdoor heater in kindergarten and burned the shit out of my hand. i also have a stress fracture in my spine that will never heal from gymnastics but that happened over a matter of years

70: Do I spend money or save it?

i try to save but i spend a little too much

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?

with a tongue? yes. with my tongue? no

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

my fluffy pillow

73: Favourite animal?

take a wild fucking guess

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

trying unsuccessfully to sleep

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

Columbus

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

That Time of the Month by Harley Poe

77: How can you win my heart?

be a dog

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

ceci n’est pas un corps

79: What is my favorite word?

sussuration or cathedral

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

this is the internet equivalent of the judgment of paris

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

eat the rich

82: Do I have any relatives in jail?

not currently

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

shapeshifting bitch

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

i’ll say anything on the internet i don’t give a shit

85: What is my current desktop picture?

86: Had sex?

87: Bought condoms?

88: Gotten pregnant?

89: Failed a class?

yeah, fuck ochem

90: Kissed a boy?

91: Kissed a girl?

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

93: Had job?

i’ve got one right now

94: Left the house without my wallet?

yeah lol

95: Bullied someone on the internet?

96: Had sex in public?

97: Played on a sports team?

i ran track for a couple years as a kid

98: Smoked weed?

yup

99: Did drugs?

100: Smoked cigarettes?

ew no

101: Drank alcohol?

yuppers

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

103: Been overweight?

104: Been underweight?

yes

105: Been to a wedding?

yes

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

only 5?

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

only 5??

108: Been outside my home country?

yes

109: Gotten my heart broken?

yes but not romantically

110: Been to a professional sports game?

many

111: Broken a bone?

nope

112: Cut myself?

not on purpose

113: Been to prom?

yeah and it sucked and i wish i hadn’t gone

114: Been in airplane?

yes

115: Fly by helicopter?

no but I want to

116: What concerts have I been to?

a multitude

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yeah lol

118: Learned another language?

can I give this one a half a yes?

119: Wore make up?

yup

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

121: Had oral sex?

122: Dyed my hair?

yes

123: Voted in a presidential election?

yes

124: Rode in an ambulance?

125: Had a surgery?

do wisdom teeth count?

126: Met someone famous?

yup, holla atcha doug jones

127: Stalked someone on a social network?

no, i don’t care that much

128: Peed outside?

who hasn’t?

129: Been fishing?

130: Helped with charity?

i’ve donated some money

131: Been rejected by a crush?

yeah but a) I never actually asked him out, b) we were 12, and c) turns out he’s gay so like i’m not made about it

132: Broken a mirror?

133: What do I want for birthday?

a new laptop

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

why would i want kids

135: Was I named after anyone?

my great uncle and great grandmother

136: Do I like my handwriting?

i have no opinion on it

137: What was my favourite toy as a child?

legos or something similar you can build with

138: Favourite Tv Show?

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

139: Where do I want to live when older?

somewhere near the ocean

140: Play any musical instrument?

i wish

141: One of my scars, how did I get it?

i only have acne scars and those are pretty self-explanatory

142: Favourite pizza toping?

sausage, bell pepper, and onion

143: Am I afraid of the dark?

144: Am I afraid of heights?

sometimes

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

no, i’m a good girl

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end

yeah, FUCK OCHEM

147: What I’m really bad at

being a functioning human adult person

148: What my greatest achievments are

not killing myself in college

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

idk man i get upset by everything even when it’s not mean

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

pay off my friends’ and family’s debts, set aside a big chunk of money for grad school, maybe get my own place depending on how much is left

151: What do I like about myself

i have nice hair

152: My closest Tumblr friend

idk

153: Something I fantasise about

what don’t i fantasize about

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal?

hey demons come and get y’all juice

#asks

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countingbykisses · 5 years

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Sweatpants

Pairing: Tony and Derrick

Series: Kindered Spirits; High school years

Warnings: none

A/N: soft.

Derrick felt the knock at the door before he heard it. The light pound rattled the shelves and broke his fragile trance of slumber. It was like he never fully closed his eyes, yet as he brought himself to a straighter posture and rubbed at them, it was as if they were sewed shut.

He took his time peeling his body off the couch. His tight uniform sticking to his skin with glue made from old and recent sweat he’s collected from various jobs, and the muscles in his arms and legs crackle back to life as he sluggishly raises his sore body to his feet. Derrick could feel the fingerprints of sleep on his cheeks and arms, and he rubs at a few that sting as if they took bite out of his flesh. Altogether, the nap wasn’t exactly satisfying, and he feels grosser in this over-worn uniform than before he even laid down.

Making it to the door was a challenging thing, and Derrick takes his sweet time doing so. After all, It didn’t sound like the person behind the door was in any rush.

Derrick yawns as he opens the door, and his eyes become wide open once he sees who’s behind it.

It was Tony well dressed in a mint green button up and his hair slicked back with a little more attention and care. Tony who’s waited expectantly for Derrick to answer the door with the same amount of excitement as him. Tony excited for a date that he’s been talking about for the past week.

“Are you ready, Dare? It took you awhile to answer the door.”

Suddenly, Derrick’s entire body becomes about a thousand pounds heavier.

“Oh my God.” He rubs at his eyes again, this time a little harder so the pain is a punishment. “I am actually the worst boyfriend in existence and still need to shower. How much longer until the reservation?”

But the flash of disappointment in Tony’s eyes is a shadow compared to the excitement in his face, and Derrick was tired, but he wasn’t tired enough to let it slip past him. They both knew the truth: That Derrick forgot their date tonight.

“I guess…” Tony pulls a small phone from somewhere and glances at the screen. “...We have a few minutes but don’t worry about it, Dare. We can go next-”

Tony was already led in the house.

“I’ll be super quick. In and out. Don't worry, Tones. We’ll make your reservation.”

Then, a kiss was slapped upon Tony’s cheek as he watches Derrick tread the stairs. Some rustling came from above him; drawers being opened and doors being closed. Soon he heard the shower water hitting the tile floor and Derrick stepping in.

Tony spent the next few minutes touring his home, glancing at the pictures on the walls, trying to find the story behind them. He quickly realized how boring his house was. It had simply two pictures and a wooden clock covering the little wall space, and the two pictures were old by several years. Nothing recent to show the growth of the family that resides inside of it.

Tony eventually finds his way upstairs and strolls down the hallway that leads to Derrick’s room. His pace is slow and careful and shadow is faint amongst the dim light that shines through the bottom of the bathroom floor; the shower water still echoing as it rains.

He lets himself in Derrick’s room, finding it a little unorganized than what’s acceptable for his standards. The drawers of his dresser were left open and throwing up clothes. Some books lay on the ground with their spines to the ceiling and pages crumbling under weight. Tony takes a second to pick them up and return them to the holes on the shelves. Then, he takes another second to return the drawers to their natural state as well, until a thought stills him.

Derrick’s room wasn’t usually this bad. Sure, he wasn’t perfect and his room wasn’t spotless, and sure, his room isn’t at it’s worst right now, but he still never exactly lets it get this bad. Unless he was busy like he is now.

Working three jobs at a time would take its toll on anyone, and lately, it's been taking its cruel time turning Derrick into a giant ball of stress that isn’t fun to cuddle with anymore. Tony has been taking note of whatever he can since no matter what he says to Derrick, it won’t change his mind about his decision to work three jobs this summer. This was a big sign to Tony. A sign that may not convince Derrick to change his plans for the summer, but it just convinced Tony to change his plans for the evening.

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That shower wasn’t exactly Derrick’s record time. There were too many instances where the steam trapped by the walls would soak into his tense muscles and work to ease his mind. His eyes would close, forehead would lean against the wall, and body would merely concentrate on the feeling of water running down the curves in his back. His heavy eyelids would find relief anytime they would close. Enough relief to send Derrick straight into a nap that wouldn’t leave him more exhausted once he woke up.

Steam spills out of the bathroom when he opens the door, and a slap of cold air hits his dripping curls. He dries it off in his towel as he blindly enters his room, shirt unbuttoned and tie hanging loosely around his neck.

Suddenly, Derrick’s scared to remove the towel from his eyes.

Tony’s mint green shirt laying on the floor caught his eye first. Then, he notices his black pants and a belt not far away from it.

He swallows thickly.

But it wasn’t what Derrick was expecting. In fact, it was what he was hoping for deep down in his aching body. Tony holds a pair of sweatpants out to him, dressed in one of Derrick’s large t-shirts and baggy sweatpants.

“Here Darey, put this on instead.”

Derrick looked to Tony, then to the pants in his hand, then to Tony again. He notices how small Tony looked in his clothes, but how cozy as well. Reluctantly, he slowly raises his hand to grab the sweatpants from him.

“I thought this was a nice restaurant…”

Tony nods his head to a tilt. “Oh it is, but I thought that we should go next week. I have better plans for tonight.”

He knew exactly what Tony was doing, and Derrick couldn’t hide the guilt on his face. This was supposed to be the night he’s been waiting for. The night he’s been wanting for weeks. Derrick looks down to the sweatpants that are now in his hands.

“Thank you, Tony, but I can’t. I know what you’re doing, and I appreciate it, but this is your night, baby. I can’t take that away from you.”

His smile was genuine, small but very genuine. “You’re not taking it away from me, Darey. I’m giving it to you. You’re tired. I see it in your eyes.” Tony doesn’t wait for Derrick to respond before he’s already walking out the door. “I’m picking the movie though. Hurry and change so you can order pizza.”

And after a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide with or without sausage, Derrick collapses on the couch once again. His weight sinks into the worn cushions that mold perfectly to his shoulders, and Tony nestles into the spot on his chest that he’s been so carefully shaped to fit into. It’s warm, under the covers of the throw blanket and on top of cushions of the stained couch. Warmer than the air outside of this nest of soft comfort.

Then, somewhere between the blankets and shared body heat between the two, Derrick falls dead asleep, fallen victim to the heaviness in his eyelids.

#my ocs #my writing #derrick #tony #derrony #short story #soft #kinderedspirits #highschool #gay #gay love #bisexual #bi #workaholic #summer

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brideofkylosolo · 6 years

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Updated Fanfic

I (finally) made the edits to my Adam Sackler fanfic so without further ado, here’s da smut:

Daddy’s Lil’ Monster

Girls fic (Adam X OC)

Adam is madly in love with his new girlfriend Piper and is certain she may be the one. Things take a sudden turn when he runs into her old boyfriend and their relationship is put to the test when something from her past is revealed.

Warnings: talk of violence/rape, angst, fluffy cuteness, swearing (so much swearing), NSFW

“Fuck I need to get laid so bad!” Adam whined. “I swear my nuts are gonna fucking fall off.”

Brad rolled his eyes at his friends over dramatic moans about his sex life. He swore, ever since he broke up with Hannah (or was it Jessa?), Adam had become more annoying; not that he wasn’t to begin with.

“What about Jessa? Your ex?” he asked as he took a bite of a fry. “Bet she’d be up for a fuck.”

“No,” Adam said. “Jessa and I are pretty much done.”

“Hannah?”

“Hell fucking no! Not Hannah, not Jessa, not ANY of my fucking exes.”

“Well that leaves out the better part of Brooklyn,” Brad mused.

Adam shot him a look.

“Well, face it, dude,” Brad said. “You do have a reputation of sleeping around and leaving the next day. You’re a certified man whore.”

Adam glared at him and was about to tell his buddy off when suddenly Brad’s attention went to a girl with black hair with red tips wearing a cute red dress with heels walking up to the counter.

“Piper?” Brad called out. The girl turned. “Hey, Piper! Long time no see!”

“Brad?” the girl (Piper) said. “Shit, I thought that was you. How you’ve been?”

“Good. Been keeping busy with work and shit, the usual.”

Adam pursed his lips together awkwardly as he eyed the girl.

“Oh, this is Adam Sackler. I know him from a play I did a few years ago. Adam, this is Piper Dawson. We went to college together.”

The two shook hands. Piper raised her eyebrows. “Weren’t you in that play not too long ago at that little theater off Howard Street? Equus wasn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah I was,” Adam replied. “You actually saw it?”

Piper nodded. “You were really good.”

Adam blushed slightly and smiled. “Thanks.”

Piper returned the smile. “It was nice running into you Brad but I got to get back to the office. Um, it was nice meeting you, Adam.” She touched Adam left arm and hurried off. He smiled.

Brad raised his eyebrows. He knew that look on Adam’s face all too well.

*************

Adam needed something to take his mind of all the shit that was happening. His audition didn’t go well at all, he nearly got hit by a taxi, he dropped his coffee, and to top it all off, he had forgotten his jacket. Plus it was starting to rain and of fucking course he forgot his umbrella.

He grumbled curses under his breath as he walked into the used bookstore, getting a few odd looks from customers. He quickly darted towards the back and began looking at the shelves. He really didn’t have any certain book in mind just wanted something to read, to get his mind off this shitty day.

He crouched down to grab a book on the bottom shelf and a familiar woman with black hair with red tips walked by him looking at the other shelf. Adam paused, looking at her.

“Piper?” he asked her.

The women looked at him slightly confused. Her eyes then widened as she recognized him. “Adam, right? Hey, how are you?”

Adam stood up. “Doing good. Just, ya know, getting some reading material.”

Piper smiled. “You look a little wet.”

Adam grinned, blushing a little. “Yeah I kinda got caught in the damn rain. Forgot my fucking umbrella. So, you’re getting some books too?”

“Yeah, just a few,” Piper replied.

Adam cranked his neck to look at the titles in her arms.

“The Handmaid’s Tale, The Uninvited, the Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft, and How to Be a Woman?” Adam mused out loud.

Piper chuckled and adjusted the pile in her arms. “Not exactly intellectual reading, I know. But hey, it gets me through those lonely nights in my apartment by myself. Well, that and horror movies.” She looked at the book in Adam’s hand. “Warm Bodies?”

“Yeah,” Adam said with an embarrassing chuckle. “I figured the movie wasn’t half bad I might as well give the book a go. Plus, hell, zombies, ya know.”

Piper returned the laugh. “I hear you. Nothing like a good zombie book.”

Adam thought Piper was definitely pretty. Fuck no, she was drop dead fucking gorgeous. Her face was stunning, with pale skin, a cute nose, and sexy lips painted bright red. Her eyes were a bright blue, and framed by black cat’s eye glasses (was she wearing those the first time he saw her?). Her jet black hair had deep red tips and was slightly curled; it was pulled away from her face with a hair clip. She was dressed in simple jeans and a black and white striped shirt that hugged her curves; she wore black Converses and had a black bomber style hoodie. She definitely had a style all her own and she fucking rocked it. She didn’t look like most girls in New York. Fuck, thought Adam. She looks amazing.

“Hey, if you’re not doing anything later, do you wanna, hell I don’t know, get some pizza or some shit?” Adam asked as he ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “I know this place not too far here that’s pretty good.”

“Sure,” Piper said with a smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Adam smiled. “Great”

Before long they were sitting in a booth in a tiny hole in the wall joint sharing a large sausage and mushroom pizza with extra cheese. They quickly found out they shared much more in common than the same pizza toppings. They both loved zombie movies (Night of the Living Dead easily topping both of their lists), had the same weird slightly deranged sense of humor, both loved haunted and abandoned places (Piper couldn’t believe Adam had never heard of the abandoned subway system right in NYC), and they both loved obscure random things (Adam raved about his favorite store near his apartment that he swore sold witchcraft stuff that none of his friends would go into with him). They also didn’t drink, liked to go jogging, and loved Nathan’s hot dogs (with chili and cheese of course). Adam told her all about his dream to make it big in New York as an actor (a serious one, not some smuck who did lowbrow stuff). Piper told him about her love of comics (her favorite writer was Grant Morrison and she LOVED Harley Quinn) and how she was working as a secretary at a travel agency, but only until she got a job at DC comics; she even showed Adam some of her sketches and Adam reassured her she’d be famous in no time (“Fuck, that’s way better than the shit I draw!”).

Before they knew it, the owner was starting to give them looks (had they really been there for over three and a half hours?) and they left. Neither of them wanted to really go home so they just wandered around Brooklyn, still talking.

“I still can’t believe you saw that play I did on Howard Street,” Adam commented as they walked. “Shit, I didn’t think anybody went to that. Plus I was fucking horrible in that.”

“No, you were amazing, really,” Piper said. “You really brought that guys character to life. That nightmare scene was fucking amazing.”

Adam blushed with a smile. He was used to girls (and a few guys) gushing over him, telling him how sexy, and talented he was but he knew those were just hallow compliments made in hopes he’d be eager to fuck them. Piper’s compliments were real though. He could tell she was genuine, that she wasn’t just saying things to fuck him. Not that he’d be against the idea.

Piper giggled.

Adam gave her a funny look. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just think it’s kind of cute how every time I give you a compliment, you turn about twenty shades of red. Do people never give you compliments?”

“No,” Adam replied. “Fuck if anything, I get too many of them. Yours are, well different.”

Piper raised her eyebrows.

“Fuck I didn’t mean it like that!” he exclaimed. Shit, not even done with the first date and he was already fucking things up.

Piper just smiled. “Adam, relax. I get it.”

It was Adam’s turn to raise his eyebrows.

Piper playfully hit his arm. “Oh shut up, you fucking dweeb!”

The two of them sat on a bench.

“What I mean is, well, my last I guess what you call serious relationship was mostly just, well empty. The asshole pretty much just wanted to bone me so he said what he’d thought would make me want to fuck him.” She groaned and shook her head, her curls bouncy on Adam’s shoulder. “Fuck, can’t believe I just told you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“First Date 101: never tell the guy about your ex or how he wanted to fuck you. Its right up there with don’t tell a guy you want to have babies really soon and that you’re in a cult.”

“Wait, you’re in a cult?”

“Fucking hell!” She rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, yes I’m in a cult. We worship cheese and have orgies while smearing butter on each other.”

“Cheese is pretty good,” Adam remarked pretending to be deep in thought. “Especially feta.”

Piper pinched his side, making him laugh. “You fucking meatball.”

“Meatball?” Adam repeated. “Eh, not the worst I’ve been called.”

Piper groaned. She took his left hand in her right one, her fingers laced through his large ones. She gave it a squeeze and rested her head on his left shoulder. “Oh, Adam Sackler, whatever is a girl like me to do with you?”

They sat in silence, soon figuring they both needed to get home before more rain came.

“Here’s my place,” Piper said as they stopped in front of nondescript apartment building. “I really had a great time today. Thanks for the pizza and stuff.”

“No problem,” Adam said. God, he so wanted to kiss her but at the same time didn’t want to fuck things up by jumping into things too fast. What was his deal? He never missed a chance to make out with a hot chick (no, Piper was not just some random chick, she was special) and eventually they’d end up in her or his bed fucking like rabbits well into the night. Then they’d part ways the next morning over coffee and breakfast with promises to see each other again but they never would since that apparently wasn’t his style. He was notorious for his one night stands. But Adam didn’t want that to happen; he wanted to see Piper again. He wanted to take her to the movies, to all the places Jessa, Hannah and the others didn’t want to go to. He wanted to just walk around or explore some abandoned place with her, just actually just spend time with her. He actually wanted a real fucking relationship with her, not his usual “fuck buddies” type. He never wanted that with any girl he dated. The fuck was going on with him?

The stood there for a few awkward minutes. “So, um, there’s this exhibit at a gallery near my work. Some photographer is showing a few of his pieces. Landscape and buildings type stuff. Do you, um, I don’t know, wanna go tomorrow?”

Adam smiled. “Yeah, I love to. I mean, I don’t have anything going on so, so yeah, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great, I’ll give you my number and you can give me a call or text me or something.”

She put her number in his cell phone and he put his into hers. Piper adjusted her tote bag.

“Thanks again for dinner.” She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on his left cheek. “G’night.” She hurried up the stairs and into the building.

“Night,” Adam called after her. He grinned as she disappeared behind the building doors, giving him a quick wave as she walked in. “FUCK YEAH!” he exclaimed as he pumped his fist into the air and headed home.

*************

“Shit, you look happy as fuck,” Ray commented as him, Adam, and Brad walked towards their favorite record shop. “You finally get your ass laid?”

“Shut up,” Adam retorted as they walked inside the shop.

Brad raised his eyebrow. “You and Piper haven’t fucked yet? Damn, I thought you’d be all over her after you ran into her at that bookstore. That you two be fucking like animals.”

“Piper?” Ray asked. “You got a new fuck buddy, huh Sackler?”

“Piper is not a fuck buddy,” Adam replied as he started to thumb through a crate of records. “And not that it’s any of your business, but no, we have not fucked like animals, as you so eloquently put it.”

“Damn, this has to be a new record,” Ray mused. “Sackler meets a hot chick and three weeks later she still hasn’t rode his cock. You starting to lose your touch?”

“I’m about to punch you if that’s what you mean,” Adam said as he glared at his friend.

They weren’t wrong though. Adam and Piper had been dating for over three weeks now and still haven’t slept together. Sure they spent time at each other’s places and even made out on a few occasions but it never went beyond that. And Adam was just fine with that. He was actually just fine with it.

“Yo, Brad!” a voice boomed.

“Oh, hey Chad,” Brad said. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad.”

“Oh this is Adam and Ray. Guys, this is Chad Paul. We roomed together for a bit.”

Chad greeted them with handshakes. Ray looked like he recognized him but didn’t say a word.

“Say, have you heard from Piper?”

Adam’s ears perked up.

“Piper? No man I haven’t.” Brad said. “Why you ask?”

“I just tried texting her a few days ago and she never got back to me. Just wanted to talk to her, see how she is, that’s all.”

“I’m sure Adam can pass a message to her.”

Chad looked confused. “You know Piper? Piper Dawson?”

“Uh, yeah,” Adam said. “I mean, we’ve gone out a few times. Suppose to have dinner with her later.”

“Oh, so you’re seeing her?” Chad said, his demeanor changing. “Well, good luck with that.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Adam asked giving the other man a confused look.

“Well, she’s you know, a sort of crazy type of girl,” Chad replied.

Adam’s gaze darkened. “I’m not too clear what you mean by crazy.”

“Oh, you know, she tends to exaggerate about what really happened while we went out. You know how girls are sometimes.”

Ray and Brad exchanged looks. They knew Adam had a temper like no other and didn’t need, nor wanted to, break up a fight in the middle of a store.

“Anyway, I better get going.” Chad turned to Brad. “We’ll have to hit up a Weston’s for a drink sometime.”

“Yeah,” Brad said with an uneasy smile and Chad walked away.

“Well that guy was an ass,” Ray commented.

“What the fuck was he talking about?” Adam asked.

“About Piper?” Brad asked. “They had a nasty break up. Something happened. Whatever, just don’t worry about it.”

Adam couldn’t help but worry.

*************

Adam took several deep breaths as he slowly climbed the stairs to Piper’s apartment. The conversation with Chad was still fresh on his mind and he was trying to work through what he was told. He soon reached her door and knocked. Piper soon answered it still wearing her pajamas even though it was well into the afternoon, a fitted blue shirt and matching bottoms. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head.

“Adam! Hey, I thought you were hanging out with your friends today.”

Adam shrugged his shoulders. “We got done a little early.”

Piper furrowed her eyebrows at his demeanor. “Well, come in. Sorry, the place is a mess. I haven’t gotten around to picking things up.”

Adam walked into Piper’s tiny junior apartment, hung his jacket up on the hanging coat rack, and plopped down on her couch, his gazed fixed ahead at the TV; some black and white movie was on the screen. It wasn’t much bigger than 600 or so square feet but it was roomy enough for her. Piper’s “weird” style was evident in the various posters of Betty Page and Harley Quinn on the walls amid IKEA furniture made her place seem, well, homey.

“How has your day been?” Piper asked as she went into the fridge to get Adam a bottle of water.

“Fine,” Adam said in a flat tone. “We ran into your ex at the record store.”

Piper tensed at hearing that news. “You did?”

“Chad, think his name was.”

Piper set the water bottle down on the counter and rested her hands on the edge. “What did he say? No wait, let me guess. Was it that I’m a lying bitch, a slut who can’t get enough dick, or a psycho that needs to be locked up?”

Adam looked at her in confusion. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of Piper’s bold reply.

“Or was it all three?” added Piper, her fists balling up in a rage Adam had never seen from her. “That seems to be what he told our friends, or rather his friends when I left him.”

Adam was getting more confused. “You dumped him?”

Now it was Piper’s turn to be confused. “Yes! What did you think happened?”

“I don’t fucking know! That you cheated on him! That you were married to him! That you’re still married to him! That you guys broke up and still fuck each other behind my back! You really haven’t given me a whole fucking lot to go on!”

“That I fuck him behind your back?!?!?! Jesus fucking Christ! Adam, he raped and tried to fucking kill me!”

Adam was floored. “He fucking what?”

Piper took a deep breath and went into her bedroom. She returned with a folder and tossed it on the coffee table in front of Adam, sitting down in the blue chair next to the couch.

“Go on and fucking read it,” she said as she started to cry, not looking at Adam. Her arms crossed in front of her. He could tell she was really pissed at him. He knew something wasn’t right.

Adam opened the folder and picked up the piece of paper on top. It was a police report. He started to read it and felt sick to his stomach. The report detailed how Chad repeatedly raped Piper. How when she fought him, he punched her, breaking her nose and nearly breaking her cheekbone. Adam could barely get through all five pages.

“There’s some lovely pictures in there of me as well,” Piper added in a dead tone.

Adam saw them. He felt vomit creep up his throat at the one of Piper’s face. At least he thought it was her; he honestly couldn’t tell considering how bruised and bloody it was.

Adam was speechless.

“He was pissed after I “embarrassed” him at a party,” Piper stated, her tears falling silently down her face. “He couldn’t believe I would dare yell at him for dangling me over a six-story fire escape in front of his friends. It’s not like he didn’t know I hate heights.”

“He went to jail though, right?”

“For two months. The fucking judge said Chad didn’t deserve to have his life fucked up over one stupid argument that just got out of hand. Said I should have just left him the first time he hit me.” She wiped a tear away. “Fuck. I just knew this was fucking going to happen. I knew that this was all going to go to fucking hell.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This. Us,” Piper said as the tears start to fall faster. “Every single time I start dating and the guy finds out about Chad or what happened, it’s fucking over. They just ghost me like I’ve got the fucking plague. I’m just the fucking crazy ex who lied about what he did to me cause a guy like Chad would never do something like that. Forget that I had bruises and shit. Fuck, even most of my friends didn’t believe me when they found out. I fucking lost everyone.”

“Babe,” Adam breathed and went to hug her. Piper stood up to run and he grabbed onto her elbow. She recoiled at his touch, pulling away from his hand.

“No,” Held up her hands. “Just please no. Just don’t fucking touch me!” She bolted into her room before Adam could grab her again.

“Piper wait!” he yelled after her as he heard her closet door slam.

Adam let out a string of curses and followed her. He jiggled the closet door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Piper?” he called to her as he gently knocked on the door. “Come on kid, let me in.”

“Go away, Adam!” came her muffled reply.

“Come on, please?” Adam persisted.

“Go. The. FUCK. AWAY!”

Adam grimaced at her words. He knew she was hurting and it was starting to fucking hurt him as well. God, he just wanted to hug her, to make her pain go away.

He leaned closer to the door. “They’re coming to get you, Barbara,” he said in his best creepy voice.

“Go fuck yourself, Adam Sackler!”

Adam rested his forehead against the door with a chuckle. “Ok, I deserved that.”

Adam turned around and sat at the base of the door, he broad shoulders resting against the door.

“You know I can sit here all night if I have to,” he casually called out.

Piper didn’t reply. All Adam could hear was her sobs. God fucking damnit, he just wanted to hug her, to tell her he wasn’t going anywhere. He knew if he wanted to, he could bust the door down and drag her out but given her state of mind at the moment, he decided against that; it would certainly make things a hell of a lot worse.

Adam sighed and leaned his head back against the door. “What happened wasn’t your fault, babe. Chad’s a fucking asshole who deserves to have his dick chopped off and fed to rats for what he did to you. And those bastards that left you once they found out? Fuck them too. Fuck everyone who didn’t believe you or hurt you. They deserve to rot in hell.”

Adam closed his own eyes, his own eyes welling up with tears. “Look, I know I can’t erase what happened to you. Fuck, I wish I could though. But I fucking promise you one thing: I’m not going anywhere so looks like you’re stuck with me for a while, kid.” He managed a weak smile. “I love you. Fucking hell, I love you! And I honestly don’t say that too often. You’re the best thing to happen to me since, fuck if I know when. And I fucking swear I’m going do whatever I can for you. I’m here for the fucking long run, I promise you.”

The door behind him suddenly opened and Adam fell backwards landing on his back. Piper was looking down at him with tear-stained eyes.

“You know the view from here isn’t too bad,” Adam remarked as he looked up at her with a smile.

Piper returned his smile. “You are such an idiot, Adam Sackler,” she retorted as she sat back down.

“But you gotta admit I’m a cute one.”

She lifted Adam’s head and placed it in her lap, running her fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “Fine, I’ll give you that.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, Piper running her fingers through Adam’s dark hair with her left hand while he held her right.

“You know that tattoo I was talking about getting last week?” Piper hesitantly said.

“Yeah?”

“I got it.”

Adam flashed a smirk. “You didn’t.”

Piper nodded and leaned back, lowering the waist of her pajama pants to reveal three diamonds, one in black two in red on her hip, just above her panty line covered in a clear film.

Adam turned his head to look at it and his eyes got wide. “Isn’t that what Harley Quin has on her leg?”

Piper nodded. “Do you like it?”

Adam nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

“It’s still healing so I gotta keep the clear bandage on it for a little longer,” she explained.

Adam had never wanted to get a tattoo; he was worried it would hurt his chances of getting certain roles. Not that he had anything against them though. He had dated (and slept with) lots of girls with tattoos. He even found them kind of sexy, to be honest.

He gently ran his left finger over the image. Piper winced a little.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“A little bit.”

“How about this?” Adam asked then leaned in and kissed it.

Piper started to hiss but soon moaned at the feeling of Adam’s lips on her skin. “Fuck.”

Adam deepened his kiss, Piper starting to squirm a little in pleasure.

Adam pulled away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” Piper replied.

Adam gave her a funny look. Piper playfully smacked Adam’s arm. “Shut up, you weirdo.”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he said with a chuckle.

Adam reached up and moved a stray piece away from her face. Piper took his hand in hers and kissed his palm. She then leaned down and kissed him on the lips. He melted into it, subconsciously pushing himself up. Piper cradled his head in her hands, her fingers entangled in his hair. Adam tentatively reached up and cradled her face with his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheek; he started to moan as did she.

Piper straddled him and deepened the kiss. She slowly raised herself to meet his kiss, balancing on her knees. Adam felt himself getting turned on; very turned on. He slowly moved his left hand to her lower back and up her shirt, gently massaging her. Piper moaned louder.

Adam pulled away, his breath in short gasps. “Piper, kid, are you okay to do this?”

Piper nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I am.”

Adam picked her up and gently carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back. He gently kissed her on the lips. As much as he wanted to tear off her clothes and just fuck her with raw abandon, he didn’t want to hurt her, especially after what her last ex did to her. No, he was going to make sure he didn’t fuck this up; he was going to make absolutely sure he did it right.

Piper reached up and placed her hands on his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He felt her hands slowly travel to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Adam’s right hand traveled to the top of Piper’s pajamas and slowly pulled them down exposing her pink boyshorts; she arched her back and moaned. Her hands went to the waist of his jeans and fumbled with his belt. He felt himself start to get hard, really hard.

Piper slide Adam’s jeans off his hips and ran her fingers up his muscular abs. “Fuck,” he breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

Piper continued to kiss Adam’s jawline, her hands running through his dark hair. She pressed her pelvis into his. God, she wanted him so bad. She reached up and gently touched him through his underwear with her right hand, her fingertips slowly tracing his length. Adam shuddered and felt himself get harder.

With shaky hands, Adam slowly touched Piper’s hips, his fingers grazing along the hem of her underwear. He wanted to rip the fabric away but the worry of making her uncomfortable or hurting her prevented him from going his normal fast pace.

Piper slowly reached into his black underwear and ran her fingers along his sex. Adam hitched his breath as the touch sent jolts up his spine; he gripped the sheets. It felt fucking wonderful.

Piper giggled at his reaction. She could tell he was eager to fuck her and she was eager to fuck as well. God, she wanted him so badly. She gently took his right hand and guided it between her thighs. His large fingers gingerly touched her and she let out a tiny moan.

Adam slowly slipped his fingers past the hem of her boyshorts and the tip of his middle finger touched her nub. She let out a gasp and arched her back.

“Oh, God yes,” she whimpered as she closed her eyes and gripped the sheets next to her in bliss.

Adam gingerly touched the spot again; Piper let out another whimper and arched her back. “Oh fuck!”

Adam licked his lips and softly pushed his finger against her bud again sending another wave of ecstasy up her body. “Oh fuck me!” she moaned.

Adam took a deep breath and softly kissed Piper on the lips, slowly removing her pink underwear. He carefully positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” Piper breathless said.

“Positive? Cause I can stop if you want.”

“For fuck’s sake! I swear Adam if you don’t hurry up and stick your goddamned dick in me, I’m going to handcuff you to this fucking bed and have my way with you!”

Adam looked at her in slight confusion. “You really have a pair of handcuffs?”

“No,” Piper huffed as she crossed her arms.

Adam looked at her like he didn’t believe her.

“Maybe.” Piper covered her face with her hands. “Ok fine, yes I have a pair!”

“If you really want to,” Adam said, “I’d be ok with letting you handcuff me and, you know, do whatever you want.”

Piper uncovered her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Adam nodded. He held both his hands up and pouted, flashing his best puppy dog eyes.

Piper giggled. She reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a pair of plastic, fuzzy pink handcuffs. Adam lay down were Piper was and she straddled his stomach. She attached one cuff to his left wrist, raised it above his head, looping the cuff through the metal headboard and attached the other cuff to his right wrist.

She moved down, positioning herself so that Adam’s erection was at her entrance and slowly lowered herself on to his throbbing erection, moaning in pleasure as she settled. She rested her hands on his stomach and ever so slowly raised and lowered her hips gradually increasing her pace.

Adam nibbled on his lower lip at the sight of Piper riding his length, her head thrown back in bliss. He swore it was the most fucking beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He was definitely more the type of guy to take the reins, so to speak, whenever he had sex but holy fucking shit, this was amazing. He could get used to having Piper ride him cowgirl style real easy.

Piper ran her fingers upwards and rested her hands on Adam’s pecs as she nibbled her bottom lip, her hips moving at a more fevered pace.

Adam balled his fists around the plastic cuffs in pure bliss at the way Piper’s pussy felt around his cock; he soon felt the cheap plastic chain give way releasing his hands. He placed his hands with the handcuffs still around his wrists on Piper’s hips as she grinded her hips. “Fuck,” Adam groaned feeling himself come close to orgasm.

She leaned forward and gripped the headboard to get a better leverage, never once breaking her movements. “Oh god! I’m gonna, I’m gonna… FUCK!!!!”

Piper let out a throaty moan as she came, her canal tightening around Adam’s erection. He soon followed, letting out his own blissful moan as he came and came hard.

Piper collapsed on Adam’s chest, trying to catch her breath. She rolled over onto her back. “Holy fuck, that was amazing!”

Adam just nodded his agreement his mind still reeling from what very well was the best fuck he’d had in a long time.

Piper gently poked Adam’s face. “You still alive?”

Adam giggled. “Yeah, just, holy fucking shitballs, that was fucking incredible.”

“Yeah, it was,” Piper agreed with a content sigh. It had been a while since she had a really good fuck. Her luck on the dating front was pretty much shit since most guys didn’t stay long after they found out about her past. The fact that Adam didn’t bolt once she told him had to mean something, right?

Adam held up his right hand with the broken handcuff still attached to it and let out a snort.

Piper laughed and dangled Adam’s hand by the broken plastic chain. “Least we got one use out of them,” she said as she unhooked them, tossing them to the floor.

She snuggled against Adam’s broad chest, breathing in his sweat musky scent. Adam rested his cheek against the top of her head, gently stroking her hair. The two of them lay together on the bed, enjoying each other.

“You hungry?” she asked suddenly. “I could really go for some Chinese food.”

“That does sound good,” Adam remarked with a smile. How did he ever get so lucky to find such an amazing woman?

#adam sackler #girls #fanfic #smut #fluff #adorable

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w0lf1sh-blog · 6 years

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MEET THE MUSE .

BASICS !

NAME . anton grady scheier

NICKNAME(S) . tbd

ALIAS(ES) . mr. numbers

AGE . 39

BIRTHDATE . may 11th, 1979

BIRTHPLACE . south dakota

RAISED IN. fargo, north dakota

GENDER . cis male

ORIENTATION . biromantic, bisexual

SPECIES . human

OCCUPATION . hitman to the fargo syndicate

SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS . lower-middle class

CURRENT RESIDENCE . cabin outside fargo, nd

FAMILY !

PARENTS . anton was born a single child to a strict father and a loving mother. because of his father’s role as the disciplinarian, he was prone to arguments, but never had a bad word to say against his mother. still, he believed both of them pale to his “adoptive father,” hanzee.

UPBRINGING . anton was raised by his birth parents up to the age of nine, at which point he was, essentially, kidnapped (though he would hardly see it that way). from nine-years-old onward, he was groomed for the life of organized crime.

BIRTH ORDER . single child

SIBLINGS . none

PETS . anton feeds stray cats, even lets them sleep in his house during the winter months, but would never refer to them as pets

PERSONAL !

MORAL ALIGNMENT . lawful good / neutral good / chaotic good / lawful neutral / true neutral / chaotic neutral / lawful evil / neutral evil / chaotic evil .

RELIGION . atheist

PHILOSOPHY . cynicism / idealism / realism / apathy .

SINS . greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath .

VIRTUES . chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice .

SECRETS . that he’s actually a sensitive lil bitch

STRENGTHS . extroverted, resilient to adversities, loyal, good sense of humor

WEAKNESSES . explosive temper, sub-par communication skills, money-grubbing

MENTAL !

KNOWN LANGUAGES . english and asl; his dad tried to teach him hebrew, but it didn’t take

EDUCATION . anton only made it through the fourth grade, before hanzee took him in, so has very little formal education. he is, however, very good with weaponry (primarily guns) and can pick up handiwork pretty easily (ie. home repairs, lawn work, etc.)

MENTOR(S) . hanzee. the guy took him from his family, was mean as shit, and didn’t want anton to be anything but an attack dog, but, goddamn, anton respected him

INTERESTS . getting drunk, mostly

PHYSICAL !

FACECLAIM(S) . adam g.oldberg

HAIR . black and generally slicked back for work

EYES . dark brown

SKIN . fair, but not pale

BUILD . scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / full - figured / herculean / pudgy / average .

HEIGHT . 5′11″

WEIGHT . about 150lb

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS . he has a number of ugly scar gotten on the job, but he gets tattoos to cover them. the only noticeable scars left are on his hands

CONSTITUTION / FITNESS . though anton works to maintain his muscle for the sake of work, he is starting to get a beer belly -- both because of age and diet

FAVORITES !

DISH(ES) . if the dish contains meat, he’ll get it. he is not a picky eater

DRINK(S) . cheap beer is a favorite. absinthe if he’s trying to get fucked

PIZZA TOPPING(S) . pepperoni and sausage

COLOR(S) . dark purple, navy blue, forest green

MUSIC GENRE(S) . classic rock

BOOK GENRE(S) . he’ll sometimes read the newspaper, otherwise doesn’t read

MOVIE GENRE(S) . sci-fi, comedy, porn. he use to like slasher, but now they’re all too unrealistic for him

CURSE WORD(S) . “fuck,” is probably the most used. “cunt” is his favorite.

SCENT(S) . bonfire

FUN STUFF !

TOP , BOTTOM , OR SWITCH . pretty much always top. bottoming is “too gay”

SINGS IN THE SHOWER . maybe if he’s in a really good mood. usually, he’ll talk to himself

LIKES PUNS . he’ll probably dropkick you if you say a pun in front of him

MBTI . ESTP, i believe

TEMPERAMENT . choleric af

ENNEAGRAM . type 8

ABILITIES / POWERS . power to effortlessly make everyone dislike him

tagged by . stolen

tagging . all yall

#character study tag

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theblondegoesabroad · 3 years

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Day 413,414, 415

Saturday 20th March, Sunday 21st March, Monday 22nd March 2021

Where to start. What a weekend we have had! Since our plans to head to fountainebleau got cancelled due to the strict lockdown in France, Benoit and I changed our plans and instead headed to Berdorf, a climbing spot, closer to home. Still a two hours drive, but a climbing spot none the less. Saturday morning after a early tea in bed, we had breakfast at then got on the road. We arrived at Berdorf around 10am, and were climbing by 10.30. It was a big first day climbing, the temperatures were crazily low, the rock was freezing but we had a lot of fun. The first day, Benoit and I climbed the same routes, all on lead climbing. I like going to Berdorf as the routes are so well bolted, there is pretty much a bolt every meter, so even when you are climbing really hard routes, it is not to scary climbing them on lead. I really enjoyed myself. For our first day, there was a bit of sunshine, and even though my fingers were constantly frozen we had a good time. It was crazy climbing with numb hands, as usually you climb a lot based on sensations, and what your fingers are feeling, but when you cant feel anything, you grip on and pray that you don’t slip. At least with the cold temperatures, you stick on a bit better than when it is too hot! After a few routes (both easy and hard, I think we climbed a few 6bs/6cs – which is hard for me and I was happy I lead climbed them) under our belts for the day, we scouted out some projects for the next day, and then make the most of the afternoon to explore Berdorf a bit more. There is a huge forest all around us, and generally when we are only there for two days, we spend our whole time looking at the rock in front of us and no time exploring the rest of the forest, so for the last hours of the sunshine, we packed up our climbing gear and went for a walk. It was lovely, the forest has incredibly rock formations and we enjoyed checking them out. Then at 6, we headed into town to the only takeaway restaurant and bought a pizza each. The hot food was exactly what we felt like and we watched the sunset while eating dinner. A good end to our first day. Then into the van to warm up and blob for the evening, until it became a respectable hour to fall asleep!

It was a pretty rough night, it was freezing, and although we have our super warm duvet, it is still March and not really camping season. We woke up to a balmy -2 degrees and wow, it was hard to get motived for our second climbing day. To start the day easily, we decided to head to the supermarket and grab the supplies for dinner. We decided to have a BBQ and salad so grabbed a few things this morning. Since it is so cold, at least there is no need to try and conserve things! On our way back, we decided to go for a little walk in an area nearby. Once again it was stunning and neat to see another part of the forest. Then back to the climbing spot. And wow, today was a big day, we pretty much only climbed hard routes, 6cs, 7a and 7a+, I was really proud of myself as it was just at the top of my level and I actually climbed pretty well, numb hands, toes and all. Benoit to finish off his day climbed a 7c that he has been working on, and it went really well. A good way to finish off the day, we deserved our beers at the end that was for sure! After our big day of climbing, we headed back to the picnic area, and started a fire before having nibbles and a drink. It was pretty chilly so once again, we had a pretty early dinner, but this time next to the fire. We made a yummy Greek salad, and benoit cooked sausages and potatoes on the BBQ. Another lovely night camping, and then back to the van to snuggle up and keep warm for the night.

Monday, wow today was hard, after two days of intense climbing on my part, I was knackered, I think the constant cold and the big days out doors really wore me out. So this morning I was low on motivation. Luckily I had Benoit to rally me along. After a lovely breakfast in the freezing cold we decided to head out for another walk and discover a bit more of the area. We found some really neat caves, that were mined for milling stones, using a technique where they drill wood into the rock face, then eventually the wood swells up and due to the pressure causes the rock to break, pretty crazy, and the patterns left on the stone are incredible. It was neat to see and the forest was stunning. The rock formations all around really make you wonder! Then back to the climbing spot, Benoit started and then had a toilet break, while I was waiting for him I checked my phone and heard that one of my host dads had passed away. It really hit me hard as I have been meaning to go visit them in Angers ever since I came to Europe but with covid and constant lockdowns, I never got the time. It was just a bit too tough to handle, so we decided to head home. Climbing is such a mental sport and if you are not thinking clearly, it isn’t fun for anyone, so we called it a day and hit the road. We stopped off at a few spots to check out the views and look around but by 3pm we were home, unpacked and finally having a nice hot shower. Wow it felt good to relax in the heat! The rest of the afternoon, we did washing etc, and now I am writing my blog! Ready to get back to work tomorrow!

Love Kate xxxxx

One: long weekends away, having Monday off from work, really made the weekend feel like a holiday, we were able to spend two nights away and it was great. A really treat Two: The cold, although I spent most of the weekend freezing, it made getting back to warmth and hot water all the more rewarding Three: Benoit, for introducing me to the sport of climbing, for pushing me to my limits, for helping me get through barriers, for motivating me and for spending a super weekend together! It was bliss!

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sorcererniles · 7 years

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Pizza Headcanons for Fate Characters

All Path

Corrin: Corrin (both male and female) Like any kind of pizza really. They mainly go with either plain cheese or pepperoni, but they don’t mind any other topping really

Azura: Despite other peoples distaste for it, Azura actually really likes anchovy pizza.

Felicia: Veggie Pizza. She may not be a vegetarian but there’s something about veggie pizza that she just loves

Jakob: Honestly can’t stand pizza tbh. He’d rather eat horse dung before he even considers eating 1/10 of a slice

Silas: Is simple man with simple taste, he’s a pepperoni pizza kind of man and can eat it all day if you let him.

Kaze: He likes hot sauce on his pizza. The hotter the better, you would assume it to be his brother, but no, Kaze is the one who likes spicy pizza

Mozu: People usually assume she is eating pepperoni pizza, but she isn’t. She has carrot slices on it, and it just looks like pepperoni.

Hoshido:

Ryoma: He’s a sucker for seafood on his pizza. Crab meat, lobster meat, shrimp, anything goes except anchovies. He finds them too salty

Takumi: He’s not a huge fan of pizza but he does enjoy it when he’s in the mood and he’ll eat it. Just don’t give him pineapple pizza, tbh, any pineapple does/doesn’t belong on pizza war you see he probably started because he said it doesn’t belong on it

Hinoka: She likes fruit on her pizza. People find it weird when they see her with bananas or apple slices on it, but she loves it.

Sakura: Only pizza Sakura will have is bacon pizza and if its the maple kind of bacon. other than that she doesn’t really eat it that often

Saizo: He likes olive pizza. Everyone finds it weird that he starts from the crust first though, but Saizo just like to get that out of the way first.

Kagero: Extra cheese pizza is her style, the more cheese the better.

Azama: He’s a weird one. he likes pizza, without cheese. Like he would literally pick off the cheese and eat it like that. He doesn’t even have a reason, he just does it.

Setsuna: She likes chicken pizza. If there is none, she’ll settle for what ever is there but she really just want chicken pizza

Hinata: Is a total pizza fanatic and will eat any kind, and especially loves pineapple pizza. He is also a source of pineapple pizza discourse if Takumi isn’t the cause (tbh, they are always fighting each other over what topping to get)

Oboro: She’s a sausage kind of pizza lover. Mainly because is was something her parents like to put on top of it, so it brings her back to the memories she has of them

Hana: Anything that isn’t meat pizza. She’ll usually eat what ever pizza Sakura leaves since she knows she only really likes the maple bacon one, but if it was a meat kind, she won’t go near it

Subaki: To keep his perfect figure he tries to avoid eating pizza, but Hana has spotted him eating a few slices late at night when no one is around, though she could never tell what the topping is, she knows he likes it more than he lets on

Hayato: He thinks pizza is bland. like he’ll eat it if he has to but he’d rather have something else. He feels its too childish to like pizza anyways.

Kaden: Okay so funny story. Kaden use to love pizza but ever since the time he got sauce and cheese on his fur, that changed. It got caught and he had to cut some of his beautiful fur off and because of that, he vowed to stay away from it to keep his fur nice and clean

Orochi: She likes mushroom pizza. she especially loves when the mushroom has been seasoned before being put on the pizza. She doesn’t know how she got into it though since she use to hate mushrooms

Rinkah: Hates pizza just as much as Jakob. Don’t give it to her, she will yell at you.

Nohr

Xander: He doesn’t eat pizza that often but is a fan of it, and does enjoy a slice from time to time. His favorite has to be a BBQ chicken pizza but he would eat any kind no problem.

Camilla: Meat, meat, and more meat. She’s a total meat pizza lover. Bacon, Chicken, Beef, Sausage, you name it she will have it on hers. Hell, maybe all in one pie if you’d let her.

Leo: He likes pizza dipped in ranch. Its funny, he use to eat it with tomato chunks until Odin got him into Ranch pizza. The two could be seen shareing a whole pie of ranch pizza together

Elise: The only pizza she is having is dessert pizza. She once had someone make a cookie sheed that she covered in chocolate sauce and sprinkled candy on top, then cut it as if it was a pizza. She doesn’t really like regular pizza (mainly because she’s allergic to the sauce)

Lazlow: He will eat any kind of pizza but his fav has to be a ham pizza with extra cheese. He says he gets it from his parents since his father liked ham pizza and his mom liked extra cheese

Peri: She likes all pizza and even learned how to make it herself. It comes out great and no one knows how. It always taste better when she makes it. She said its a secret in the sauce, which leaves some people on edge on to ask what the secret is but they’d rather not ask spoiler alert, its not blood

Selena: She will never admit it but she loves pizza. She acts like she hates it, even going as far as to slap it out the hand of anyone who offers, but Laslow and Odin have both seen her go on shopping sprees where she has stopped by a local pizza shop to get a pepperoni and olive pizza. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t let anyone know because she thinks they’ll think she is weird for liking pepperoni and olive pizza

Beruka: She eats pizza, but the stone face she usually haves leaves people to wonder if she actually likes it, or if she hates it. Some argue she wouldn’t eat it if she didn’t like it. Other say as an assassin, you’ll do anything to survive even eat something you don’t like. No one knows for sure and have never been able to confirm otherwise

Odin: Ranch Pizza. he would drown his in ranch sauce, even getting Leo into it. Laslow usually has to have him tone it down because, if you let him, he would pour a whole bottole of ranch on one pizza slice and still eat it.

Niles: He calls Odin and Leo weird for liking ranch pizza but he is one to talk. he would take his pizza and dip it into more marinara sauce. Niles would get regular pizza, any topping and just dip it in more sauce. He leaves the crust though, he doesn’t like crust.

Effie: Another meat pizza lover, like Camilla. She would, and has, put every kind of meat she could find in camp and put it into one pizza. No one could really stomach it except her and Camilla who happily enjoy it.

Arthur: As much as he likes pizza, he can’t bring himself to eat it. its either too hot that it burns his tongue or completely frozen that its hard to bite. even if its a good kind, a near by bird finds its way to use his slice as target practice

Nyx: While she doesn’t hate pizza, she wouldn’t eat it. Unless its the only thing left and she has no other option to eat, she just wont eat pizza and no one really knows why.

Charlotte: She puts on a great act in front of men when they get pizza together and would happily eat it no problem. But in reality, she can’t stand the stuff. Its slimy, its gross, who eats this? Ugh, she just cant understand how anyone would like this stuff, but if a guy got her a slice, she would happily eat it just to make him happy.

Benny: There are rumors of Benny putting rocks on his pizza slices and eating it like its nothing. He’s just that intimidating that he would eat a rock just to survive. Some one said they could have sworn they saw it themselves. In reality, he is just eating a sausage pizza. It’s his guilty pleasure tbh

Keaton: Keaton won’t eat pizza but loves the crust, especially if its been in the fridge for a while. You could see him taking the pizza crust Niles has thrown out and taking it for himself. He says its because he is lactose intolerant and can’t have cheese, so people wondered why not just get it without cheese and he just says he doesn’t like the sauce.

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sunnydaysmakemesmiletoo · 7 years

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31.

Well. It’s time for another recap of time well spent. Ya know, I never really wrote about entire days or weekends and this long writing thing started after Nashville so I could look back on memories I made and get a good laugh and smile. I definitely didn’t think it’d be something I kept up with. But. Here I am. Apparently a lot changed after Nashville so I’m going with it.

So I went to New York to see Marty for my 31st birthday. The week or so prior was definitely a roller coaster to say the least. I expected this time to be different. I expected it to hurt less. I expected leaving to be easier. That wasn’t the case. So. Here’s the recap of the beginning of 31.

Saturday. After ZERO sleep, I hopped on a plane at 6am from Orlando and landed at JFK around 830. #MagicHands was at the airport to pick me up. I’m sure you’re picturing him outside of arrivals, like a normal person, but don’t worry, he isn’t normal. He’s outside of the exit where he would have been if he was normal, parked parallel on the street. In order to get there, I had to roll my bags down a narrow-soon-to-end sidewalk (of course my suitcase tipped over when I went down the curb) while on the phone with him to figure out where to go. Definitely had to take a deep breath so I didn’t want to kill him before I kissed him, but, there he was, and well, everything was perfect. I hopped in his Camry and we rode to breakfast where I DIDN’T get a wheat bagel. Everything bagel with sausage and cheese (no, I didn’t get egg) and he got a bagel with…. well, I don’t know, and it doesn’t really matter. After, we walked across the street to the GNC to get toothpicks (yea, I didn’t know they sold tooth picks either), and shitty gum. We drove to the mall where prince charming left me (kidding!). Actually, he went to his daughter’s soccer game and I finished my report cards for work, shopped around a little, and Lyft’ed to my hotel. I took a well needed nap, kind of, and then through the door he came. #MagicHands did his thing and of course, boom boom. We went to the liquor store and bought something to drink, had drinks, and got ready for the night. We had reservations at 6:15 at TAO because that was all they had besides 11:15. We didn’t get there until I wanna say, 9:00 and this fool walks up to the hostess and says we had a reservation. Somehow, she manages to put our name back in the line with our reservation and we don’t wait long. While we are waiting, we get two drinks and talk about any and everything. We get seated, have more drinks, lots of sushi, Chilean Sea Bass (yum!), and lettuce wraps. I’d definitely go there again. After, we head to a place called Bounce. In a very Nashville way, he cannot stand in the line, so we are in line to the side of the regular line, I assume it’s what is supposed to be the reservation/VIP line. The guy at the rope looks at us and says, ‘Wow, I like you guys.’ This place has a $30 cover. Marty mentions my birthday so I get in free and he get’s in for $20. I was whooped and beyond exhausted but I’m trying my damndest to be the most fun thing in the building lol. We have drinks, dance and move a little, and talk. (Let’s not forget the hot bartender. eyeroll.) Around 1:30ish, we head home. The drive home was great with yet again more talking because well, I have questions and comments and more questions. You know. It was good though, so good. We get back to the room, and I thought the night was going to be over, buttttttttttt, we can’t help ourselves. ;) Good night.

Sunday. The best day. We get up early at first, the weather is shit. We sleep some more and then finally get up. We were about to spend the day on a motorcycle; I was about to spend my day on the back of a motorcycle. I felt like I was supposed to be nervous but I definitely wasn’t. We head to a diner for breakfast on his motorcycle and then, we head north. It was amazing. He’s definitely a bat out of hell but I don’t know if it was because I trust him, but not once was I ever afraid. We went to Bear Mountain, up the mountain, through some beautiful roads, and back. We stopped at a look-out to see the water and the rest of the mountain, ate at a Pub (Patrick’s Pub I think), had some beers, and drove back. I wish I could explain, even to him, why it was so amazing, but I can’t. I simply enjoyed every bit of that day. The view, being with him, doing something new, all of it. We got back to where my hotel was, stopped to grab a bottle of wine, and stayed the night in, watching a (horrible) movie called Gerald’s Game. Just… just don’t waste your time. Holy weird and ew, that’s yuck. He had a punk moment and I had a brat moment and then that was the end. (hahahahahaha, definitely not #5, ASSHOLE).

Monday. My birthday. We woke up and had THE BEST EVER. #MagicHands lived up to his name. Gooooooooooooooooooodness. Well. I mean. I did my part too, but it was amazing.We went to a diner that was down the road and came back to the room to cuddle and lay before we had to check out. Late checkout was at 1, but we stayed until after 2, no issue. We didn’t have a plan for Monday, but as always, that in itself was the perfect plan. We got into his car and drove to Long Beach. We passed Jones Beach on the way, which is pretty insignificant to my weekend, but he’s mentioned it before so now I have an idea of what he’s talking about. We walked about a mile of the boardwalk, sat on a bench for a while; we talked and sat peacefully and just kind of enjoyed the moment. After a while, we walked back toward where we came from, and found a nearby restaurant called Brixx & Barley. The Chicken Parm was yuck. We had good rice balls and a pizza that was amazing. Drank beers and talked and laughed. I love that he always sits next to me when we are out to eat, he always has to be near, definitely a good feeling. The sun sets there at 6:15 and a sunrise or sunset are my favorite things. I mentioned leaving in time to see it and he was in. We finished our beers and walked backkkkk to the boardwalk. I have to mention the weather. It was cold. I want to say like in the 50′s kind of cold. I was in a hoodie and he had a long sleeved shirt and a vest. It was perfect weather to be held and we definitely did that. It was one of the very best and most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. Ever. And I’m sure it helped that it was with him. In that moment, there is no where in the world I would have rather been, it was beyond perfect and definitely a memory that will forever stick out. He stopped someone to take what would end up being my favorite picture of us. And then, the long walk back to the car and the longer drive back to the airport. Ugh. Tears. I made him listen to a few songs, again, that make me think of him, and he listened like a champ, because lord knows my taste in music isn’t always other people’s cup of tea. We get to the airport at 7:30′ish after missing the exit to the terminals once. It’s never easy. Ever. Long hugs. Kiss. Long hug. Ugh. Tears because I can’t ever keep it together. And then I walked away. What’s hard about this time, is not knowing when I’m going to see him again; I told him, when I don’t know when next time is, it feels like never and my heart is breaking. He’s pretty good at reminding me there will always be next time and reassuring me with everything I need to hear. No matter what, it always sucks.

I sound crazy. He sounds crazy. I definitely sympathize with anyone on the outside who see’s or hear’s half of the stuff we say or do and thinks we are fucking ridiculous because if I was on the outside, I would think we were crazy, too. But think about this, seriously think about it (because here is exactly how it feels); think about the time you felt like you loved someone more than you ever could, so much that it hurts. Now think about having 10x the amount of what you think you’ve ever felt, AND getting it in return. Think about your perfect match that you only think about in your head because let’s be real, they don’t exist. Now, think about that perfect match at a bar, leaning up against a pillar, looking at you (even if you aren’t looking at them), and taking the jump and walking up to you. You have never met them, but you know exactly who they are, you’ve been waiting for them for a long time. If any of that makes sense, that’s a tenth of what it feels like with Marty. We found it, in each other.

I know so many of his stories (believe me, he has stories about everything), good, bad, ugly, happy, sad, etc. and none of them make me feel like I need to turn around. I don’t expect you to understand because as cornnyyyyyy as it sounds, I don’t think many people in this world ever get this chance. I trust him. I believe every word that comes out of his mouth. He is so genuine and so open and I don’t have a single gut feeling that tells me to let it go or doubt what he says. He’s in. I’m in. I found something that I didn’t think existed because it isn’t supposed to. There are definitely obstacles. But, what is life without obstacles?

I have had days where I wonder what I am doing, I think about how much easier things would be (and cheaper) if I wasn’t doing this, and so on. But, I really don’t care anymore. I wish you could understand, but, you don’t. When you find it, you just don’t let it go. I just can’t let go. Why would I? I’d rather have what I have with him, 1200 miles away, than mediocre with an Orlando scumbag 12 miles away. It’s everything you never think exists. When you find someone who thinks and feels the exact same way, at the exact same time, you just know and you definitely don’t lose it. And well. Nothing is worth jeopardizing it. I laugh like I have never laughed, my smile is bigger than it ever has been, and he gives me so much to look forward to. He’s considerate and thoughtful and so full of love. I’m a woman so of course gifts and flowers and dates excite me, but the little things like sweet texts and phone calls and notes left behind really tug at my heart and he is so good at what matters, some simply because it matters to me and also because that’s just who he is. What matters to me, matters to him; there is not thinking behind it. What he does is always exactly what I need and what I do, always manages to be exactly what he needs; we never have to ask for it. We are so damn alike, it’s ridiculous.

I feel like I just tried way too hard to explain all of this, and I did a shit job. It just won’t make sense if you’re not in it.

Love of my life after 2.5 short months and only seeing him 5 weekends?!?! To say the least, yes.

Marty, I can’t wait to add more recaps to look back on.

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sohannabarberaesque · 7 years

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Postcards from Snagglepuss: Even on the river, it can't help but get cheesy

... and so the voyage up the Mississippi continues to ensue when Huckleberry Hound's significant other, Clementine, somehow had the idea of getting some decent Wisconsin cheese and crackers for some evening snacking. And an opportunity ensues in sight when DeSoto, a modest little village, comes unto sight off the right of our boat. So we decide to dock ... and after having to wait for a freight train to pass after tying up at the DeSoto Community Boat Landing, we all make the walk into the village, having to cross The Great River Road (otherwise known as Wisconsin 35) besides.

(I have to wonder what the reaction was of what passed for the traffic to see such a motley and unlikely assortment of characters so cross.)

And fortunately, we were able to find a decent little cheese-and-sausage shop that tries not to be too campy and touristy, yet concurrently provides a decent selection of the best in cheesy Wisconsin goodness. Particularly Cheddar, Colby, Brick and Gouda, all decent snacking-type cheeses to have on a boat early in the evening. And some decent crackers worthy of such cheesy goodness; none of those saltines, and besides, they don't make Ry-Krisp anymore. But fortunately, their Swedish cousin, Wasa, was to be had--especially the one with added flax. Fiber, you know ... and rather than chintzy and hokey "energy drinks," we decided on cranberry juice, orange juice and club soda, which was probably better anyway. And even then, we just hoped that the "locals" wouldn't take dumb notice of us, in particular Choo-Choo from Top Cat's crew; he can't resist the girls, and would stop at nothing just to date especially classy such. (Fancy-Fancy, his closest rival in the dating arena--not so much, but still on his guard.)

So we crossed the highway again, even if such was bound to inconvenience a long-haul trucker as had a heavy load to handle ... and made it back to the dock, back on our way even, with Loopy DeLoop helping Clementine arrange the cheese and crackers on a decent little tray. As well as setting up a bar for folks to mix their own juice-and-club-soda sparklers. And you'll never guess who was especially taken in: Top Cat's crew and the Hair Bear Bunch, the latter especially legendary for being quite the gourmands. Square Bear especially, for some reason or another.

And what a fitting time for such a cheese-and-cracker exercise ... the softness of those moments before the sunset creeps in, the remarkable stillness of the Mississippi's waters (especially when you're probably the only leisure craft out at this time) ... and Lock and Dam 8 approaches, the southern gateway into Genoa, another interesting little Wisconsin-side river town. Sunset isn't quite imminent, but it's close as we make our way into the lock chamber for the lock-through procedure. And once out of the way, we make announcement that we'll dock in Genoa for the night. Fortunately, you have a decent little cove that serves as the local boat dock to tie up for the night, for which The Banana Splits, howbeit comedically, manage to do the job--with Huckleberry Hound giving some pointers.

Making our way into town, again crossing The Great River Road, we couldn't help but try some barhopping in classic Wisconsin fashion. Only a couple of taverns, but still, even with frozen pizza and sandwiches, you manage to appreciate life. And just be thankful that we didn't get some "dumb looks" from such who probably didn't understand Saturday-morning TV back in the day. Rather, a few actually asked for autographs and conversation, even to the point of explaining we were making a little houseboat cruise up the Mississippi, starting as we did in Harper's Ferry, Iowa.

And as they say, all good things need to come to their end--we had to make our way back to the boat for bed. And though Top Cat and The Banana Splits managed to share bedrooms as much as Huckleberry and yours truly, that left the Hair Bear Bunch with "deck seating" outside. And sensing the prospect of rain, we were able to get them under cover impromptu. And with railroad tracks so close, it was just so crazy actually trying to sleep the night docked in Genoa.

Whence our story continues next week.

#fanfic #hanna barbera #postcards #snagglepuss #houeboat vacation #upper mississippi river #cheese and crackers #lynxville #genoa

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rosequartz-and-agate-blog · 5 years

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Leavenworth 2019

We just got back from our second trip to Leavenworth, this time with Brandon and Maddie. It was definitely needed, I think for both of us.

Friday,

We got there a few hours before they did, so we got to wander on our own for a little bit and take pictures of stuff to show our parents. We had lunch at the Bavarian Bistro and Bar- a German pretzel with Beechers cheese sauce, and some sweet potato fries. You had a mule, and I had a pomegranate vodka cocktail of sorts. We finally got to check in to our room, took advantage of our privacy 👉🏻👌🏻 and then had a nice soak in the jacuzzi together before watching Fast and the Furious. Our friends finally got there, so we met up at Visconti’s for dinner. You and Brandon had some red wines and a port(?). Maddie and I had the only moscato they offered. You had oven roasted Wild Ocean Prawns with lemon basil butter, and I had probably the best Pollo alle Parmegiano I’ve ever had. Maddie and Brandon both had their Salmon special of the day, of course we had to have dessert. I got their raspberry cheesecake - which was delicious - and the three of you had their Crema Carmella, which was basically Crème Brûlée before the torch - also delicious. We followed our dinner with a walk to the Leavenworth Cider House, where we each had a flight of 5 ciders, and played cornhole. We beat them. Your favorite cider was One Tree Staycation - a pineapple and mango cider. My favorite was Locust Vanilla Bean - I think that’s self explanatory. We called it a night after that.

Saturday,

We woke up around 8:30, took a shower, and walked around the corner to the Argonaut Sidewalk Cafe to get some coffee. I got ready, and we met our friends at the Renaissance Cafe for breakfast. You had the biscuits and gravy, and honestly could’ve shared it with someone and still been full. I had the Kristienne - some dollar size pancakes and scrambled eggs. You shared your bacon with me since I don’t like sausage. After we got some food in our tummies... it was time for wine tasting.

We took them to the Woohoo Winery room. We ended up getting 3 bottles- (of course) our 2017 Late Harvest Riesling, a Berry Sangria, and a mulled red wine with Cabernet Franc and Merlot, spiced with Cinnamon Nutmeg and Cloves (that we’re saving for the holidays) to serve warm, called Gluhwein.

Then we made our way to D’Vinery Eagle Creek Winery, where nothing stood out, but Brandon needed a break after this one because he’s a weak bitch lightweight. We went to a few shops: one being Schocolate, where we got apple butter for my sister; another being Krampus games, where we got our long awaited D&D dice and a book for it. We stopped at the Sausage Garten for Pretzels. You found a habanero sauce that you really liked there, but I forgot to ask what it was before we left. You didn’t know I wanted to, but I’m sorry that I didn’t anyway.

We found another winery to do a tasting, but I can’t remember which one, and I was so excited that I forgot to take pictures. We also went to Viadolce Gelato and got some sweet treats to cool down, and walked through the Art Show that was going on. Eventually we made our way to the Icicle Ridge Winery, where we shared Sweet Flights, Purple Haze goat cheese (with lavender and fennel pollen), and crackers. All 3 of the wines in our flight were delicious- but we both liked Apple of my Eye the best, versus Cheery Cherry and the Blackberry Riesling.

Next was Milbrandt Vineyards tasting room. This is where we met Deborah, but she told me I can call her Debbie. We bonded over drinking wine alone, but with our cats. She kept giving you more tastings so she could talk to me more and I kind of silently adopted her as my grandma - which is ok since her grandson is our age! She gave you a little taste of their special “Members Only” fancy red wine and oh my god. I hate reds, but I loved that one. I wish we could’ve bought a bottle. Anyway, we had to leave. Maddie needed food.

We ended up back at the cider house, where we got flatbread pizzas, fries, and a couple ciders. This is also where our awesome game of Giant Jenga took place. We even impressed ourselves with it, since most of our moves shouldn’t have worked. Brandon and Maddie both have headaches at this point because they’ve started slowing down on drinking. We are still fine and comfortable because we’ve been steadily drinking since 11am. But now it’s dinner time...

At Mozart’s. We went in not knowing how much anything costs, because their online menu didn’t show prices. Turns out, it’s not cheap - surprise, surprise! We all got the same thing; Filet Mignon. Correction: $50 Filet Mignon. None of us got actual drinks, just water, and our bills were still about $100 each couple. But fuuuuuuck that was some GOOD steak. No regerts.

After dinner, it was past our bedtime. We went back to our room, you passed out pretty much immediately, and I fell asleep 20 minutes into the Goblet of Fire.

Sunday,

Our last day in Leavenworth. We woke up at 7:30 - and that was after forcing ourselves to sleep in a few times - and got ready for the day. I had to wear shorts instead of a dress today since I have a painful rash from my damn power thighs chaffing. Yesterday’s sunburn had already healed, but within 20 minutes of being outside, I had a new one starting. We got white chocolate lavender mochas from Argonaut again, and played Pokémon Go around town while we waited for Maddie and Brandon to get ready. We looked in a couple shops that opened early for some different apple butter, but couldn’t find any. But oh, this weekend had gone so smoothly... it would be a shame if I’d forgotten my purse in the room that we already checked out from. You can count on me to mess something up. We got about half way back to our room when they said they’re finally ready. It was a struggle, between my thighs and my ankles, but we didn’t keep them waiting too long. Louie’s was our breakfast spot this time. We left sad, though. It wasn’t as good as last time we were there.

After breakfast Maddie and Brandon had to check out of their hotel. We got taffy in the meantime, then met back up with them by the art show. We walked through town again, this time checking out the parlors, knickknack shops, and chocolatiers. We didn’t get anything. By the time we got through all of the shops, it was about 11:45 and we were ready to go home. We grabbed our wines from Woohoo, and made a quick stop at Rocky Mountain Chocolate for some caramel apples - 2 cheesecake and 1 peanut. We parted ways with our buddies, and made the journey home.

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learntfromamillionmistakes · 7 years

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Get To Know Me - Tag

I was tagged by @jael-or-not

RULES: You Must Answer All Statements and Tag 20 Peoples

THE LAST

1. Drink: Water

2. Phone Call: Probably my dad

3. Text Message: (I'm including messenger because I tend to use that not text) My boyfriend (bf)

4. Song you listened to: I haven't today but I think 'Why' by Sabrina Carpenter the other day

5. Time you cried: a few days ago (cheers hormones)

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: Nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope

8. Been cheated on: This has been debated for a while and if we were to outright ask him he'd say no, but everyone else says yes, and the only way stuff lines up is if he cheated

9. Lost someone special: Relationship wise? No, thought I had at the time but hey reflection is a beautiful thing

10. Been depressed: HAHAHAHAHA yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Last time I got drunk I threw up that night and the whole day after (don't mix anti depressants and alcohol kids)

FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. Purple

13. Red

14. Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made new friends: Yes

16. Fallen out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: Yep last week, the bf family was showing me photos of him as a kid and there was one that just made me laugh till I cried

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes

19. Met someone who changed you: I'm going to say no, not in like massive life changing ways

20. Found out who your friends are: Yep

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: If bf counts then yes

GENERAL

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them I've met at least once before adding them, most I have been good friends with at some point in my life

23. Do you have any pets: 1 dog called Bailey (German Shepard)

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah I like my name

25. What did you do for your last birthday: ordered takeaway (can't remember if it was pizza or not) and we watched TV and had cake. Pretty chill, I loved it.

26. What time did you wake up: I don't remember I just didn't really do a lot when I got out AKA I watched tv and hoped to fall back asleep

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching Celebrity Big Brothers Bit On The Side (UK)

28. Name something you can’t wait for: To beat my writers block and continue my book/start a new one.

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Half hour ago

30. What are you listening to right now: nothing, unless the tv counts in which case Melissa & Joey

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: So it sounds stupid and it is, but I CANT FIND MY 30cm RULER and I need it to do my bullet journal, I can't find it and it's driving me insane.

33. Most visited website: Tumblr, YouTube, Facebook, Amazon

34. Hair color: dark brown

35. Long or short hair: it's probably medium? Just past my shoulders (it's short for me because I use to have it down to my waist)

36. Do you have a crush on someone: On the bf, but I don't think that really counts as a crush since we're together

37. What do you like about yourself: My eyes, my writing (most of the time), my sketching (when I'm able to actually sit and focus on it)

38. Piercings: Just the standard ear piercing

39. Blood type: No clue

40. Nickname: None that I'm willing to post...

41. Relationship status: In a Relationship

42. Zodiac: Aquarius

43. Pronouns: She/Her

44. Favorite TV Show: Okay so this is a long list? So I'll just name a few that are still airing and not ones that are completed, Shadowhunters, Flash, Arrow, a load others that I can't think of because my mind has gone blank because it's annoying

45. Tattoos: None

46. Right or left handed: Right

47. Surgery: None

48. Sport: Me doing sport is a hilarious thought, but I am going to start working out soon

49. Vacation: I'm just relaxing, no major plans, just reading, writing, drawing, watching TV

50. Pair of trainers: I have 2 both cheap ones from Primark

51. Eating: just had a sausage roll

52. Drinking: water

53. I’m about to: hopefully get up, do some tidying, then some reading

54. Waiting for: I don't know, being able to actually be an adult? (No idea how that works btw) and for money to get more books

55. Want: to get money to buy more books, to be able to skip to the part of my life where I'm married with kids (obviously I'm waiting till I'm through with education and have a good job and stuff but I'm so maternal, if I could skip to being a mum I would)

56. Get Married: Yes

57. Career: currently between College and Uni WHICH IS BETTER

58. Hugs or kisses: I love hugs, but I love kisses too, and little sweet kisses while hugging are adorable

59. Lips or eyes: Eyes

60. Shorter or taller: My boyfriends taller, I prefer that

61. Older or younger: Someone I'm with? Older 100%, I'd find it strange to be with someone younger, not because it's wrong but I'd just find it awkward

62. Nice arms or nice stomach: Both? But I like being able to be randomly picked up so arms for that I guess

63. Hook up or relationship: Relationship

64. Troublemaker or hesitant: More hesitant than troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER…

65. Kissed a stranger: Nope

66. Drank hard liquor: Yes

67. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Forever misplacing my glasses or leaving them somewhere

68. Turned someone down: Yes

69. Sex on the first date: Nope

70. Broken someone’s heart: Nope

71. Had your heart broken: On reflect no, at the time thought so

72. Been arrested: Nope

73. Cried when someone died: Yep

74: Fallen for a friend: I guess my bf was a friend first even though we knew where it was heading (very long story) DO YOU BELIEVE IN

75. Yourself: Most of the time yes but we all have our moments of self doubt

76. Miracles: I'm undecided?

77. Love at first sight: No, but attraction yes

78. Santa Claus: Not now no, as a kid yeah

79. Kiss on the first date: I've never gone on a date if I wasn't already with the person so I guess yes

80. Angels: No OTHER

81. Current best friend’s name: My boyfriend (bf) is who I consider to be my best friend

82. Eye color: Hazel

83. Favorite movie: Currently Spider-Man Homecoming

Now, on to tagging 20 people… I’m not going to be able to get to 20, but I’ll just pick some blogs, @rosa-minima @intheheartofpeterparker @captainswriting @nastyurie @huckleberrysclutterbucket @plutomatthews @bonneibennett @salt-and-malec @bamonsoulmates @bamwhatrooney

#ask #get to know me #get to know me tag

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Beverly Martha Marsh

NICKNAME(S): Bev, Bevvy (do not fucking call her that, it reminds her of her dad and that is not something she wants to think about), Beaverly, Slut

AGE: 18

DATE OF BIRTH: February 13th, 1976

HOMETOWN: Derry, Maine

CURRENT LOCATION: Derry, Maine

ETHNICITY: English, Irish, Scottish

NATIONALITY: American

GENDER: Cis female

PRONOUNS: She/her

ORIENTATION: Biromantic bisexual, though she’s never really discussed it with anyone. She kissed a few girls at parties back in Portland, but she’s never gone further than that. She does like girls though.

RELIGION: Agnostic. No one in her family has ever been really religious - her father and aunt were raised Catholic, though, while her mother was raised Methodist.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: While she definitely has left-leaning beliefs, she doesn’t follow politics enough to have a specific opinion on every issue. She identifies as a liberal democrat though.

OCCUPATION: Student, a clerk at the fabric store in the strip mall

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Bev currently lives with her aunt in a tiny, two bedroom apartment near the one she used to live in with her dad. It’s older, but Bev’s never been one to complain as long as she’s got a roof over her head.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English

ACCENT: Maine

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Sophia Lillis (younger), Abigail Cowen (older)

HAIR COLOUR: Red

EYE COLOUR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5′7″

WEIGHT: 120 lbs

BUILD: Slim

TATTOOS: She has a collection of seven small birds on her rib cage. Bev got it on her eighteenth birthday - before she and her aunt moved back to Derry. At the time, she wasn’t sure why seven felt like the right number, but now she knows that there’s one for each of the losers.

PIERCINGS: Bev’s had her ears pierced for as long as she can remember. When she was sixteen, she got her cartilage pierced. A few weeks ago, she also pierced her nose because it’s the 90s and everyone’s got a nose piercing.

CLOTHING STYLE: Okay so fashion is actually Beverly’s favorite thing in the world. Growing up, her father always restricted what she could or couldn’t wear and now that he’s dead, she wears whatever the fuck she wants. Bev’s style is eclectic; some days she’s in a black, ripped crop top with a bright red plaid skirt and combat boots, and then the next day she’s in a soft summer dress with sandals and a flower crown. Beverly makes most of her own clothes, or she tailors and alters things she finds at the thrift store. She does wear makeup, mostly because it’s fun to put on.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Her lips are almost always turned up in a soft smirk like there’s some sort of joke or secret that only the two of you are in on. Her dark eyes are warm and loving unless you give her a reason why they shouldn’t be.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Freckles scattered across her face, shoulders and arms, as well as a scar on the palm of her hand.

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (undiagnosed)

ALLERGIES: None

SLEEPING HABITS: Beverly is usually more of a night owl than an early bird. She sometimes struggles with falling asleep, which means she usually stays up listening to music or flipping through magazines until she gets tired. If she’s really restless, she’ll sneak out and visit a friend or go to the quarry to look at the stars.

EATING HABITS: Honestly, Bev’s eating habits aren’t great. Her aunt works ridiculous hours and Bev is horrible when it comes to cooking, so she lives on a diet of takeout and meals that are quick and cheap to make. She does try and eat a balanced meal most of the time, though, and she doesn’t go crazy with sweets. Junk food isn’t something she gorges herself on, really.

EXERCISE HABITS: She doesn’t work out regularly really, but Bev walks or bikes most places. She does run sometimes if she’s feeling stressed or upset, but her stamina isn’t great due to the fact that she’s smoked cigarettes since she was twelve.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Pretty high. Beverly still has nightmares about different elements of her childhood, but usually, she can calm herself down afterward. She’s not too distressed most of the time, at least on the outside. Bev’s good at letting things go, or at least ignoring them until they’re a serious problem.

SOCIABILITY: High. Bev’s a very social person. She doesn’t like be alone, really, and tends to surround herself with people she loves and cares about. Making new friends isn’t her strongest suit, but she’s okay at it. Bev’s kind to strangers, and can usually make small talk with people.

BODY TEMPERATURE: Bev’s usually cold, even when it’s pretty warm outside. She tends to wear layers just for this reason.

ADDICTIONS: Cigarettes. She picked up the nasty habit when she was twelve and hasn’t been able to quit for longer than a month since. It’s not something she’s proud of, but she also can’t seem to let it go.

DRUG USE: Recreational marijuana use, though she only smokes it with friends. It’s not her favorite stress-reliever, but it’ll get the job done.

ALCOHOL USE: Beverly is a social drinker; if her friends are drinking, so is she. She’s a giggly drunk who can sometimes be a little flirty, and she rarely throws up. Her hangovers can be pretty brutal, though.

PERSONALITY

LABEL: The Empath

POSITIVE TRAITS: Compassionate, Forgiving, Creative, Loyal, Tenacious, Brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive, Stubborn, Sarcastic, Distant, Rebellious

GOALS/DESIRES: More than anything, Beverly wants to work in fashion. She loves designing and creating her own clothes, and would love to do that on a larger scale once she graduates. It’s unlikely that she’ll get a scholarship to any school, but she’s still applying to places with fashion design programs. If she manages to get in one, she’ll take out loans to go.

FEARS: Her father, though she does have some peace of mind now that he’s dead. Anyone that majorly reminds her of him scares her a bit too. Beverly’s aware of the way men stare at her, and that troubles her a lot too. Sometimes she can use their leering to her advantage, but most of the time, it just creeps her out.

HOBBIES: Bev likes making her own clothing. She spends a good deal of her time at her sewing machine, making new things from scratch or altering things she’s found at a thrift store. She also makes things for her friends, for holidays or their birthdays. Most of the time, she doesn’t have money for a gift, so she makes them something instead. Sketching out designs for her own clothes takes up a portion of her time too. If she’s bored in class, Bev will begin drawing out a new dress or skirt or something that she wants to make one day. When she isn’t working on clothes, Bev can be found reading. She developed a love for poetry when she moved to Portland, though she didn’t understand why until she moved back. She also likes murder mysteries and true crime books. Weirdly enough, gruesome stories fascinate her. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism.

HABITS: Beverly plays with her hair a lot. She’s kept it short ever since she was thirteen, though now it falls to her shoulders. If she’s stressed or nervous, she’ll play with it even more than normal. Smoking also helps calm her nerves. If she’s trying to quit, she’ll chew a lot of gum.

FAVOURITES

WEATHER: Overcast weather is Beverly’s favorite. Sunshine is nice sometimes, but she thrives in cloudy, slightly chilly weather. That’s why Fall is her favorite season. She loves being outdoors when the air is crisp and you can taste the rain.

COLOUR: Bev loves pink. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being feminine, and Beverly will make sure you know that. She loves red a lot too, though.

MUSIC: Bev loves both pop music and alternative stuff. She loves Whitney Houston (though no one can love her as much as Eddie), and she used to be really into Madonna. Now, she listens to Green Day and some girl bands. She likes some rap too.

MOVIES: Honestly, Bev can watch pretty much any movie; she loves romantic comedies, though. Because she’s friends with the losers and the party, she’s developed a taste for sci-fi and adventure movies. Bev also likes horror movies, but only if they’re slasher movies. When the antagonist is human, she’s fine.

SPORT: Sports aren’t Beverly’s thing. Her lungs are terrible after smoking for so long, so she can’t really play much. But, she’s in the stands at every game Mike or Ben are playing in. She wouldn’t miss that for the world.

BEVERAGE: Coke or coffee

FOOD: Pizza with green peppers, mushrooms and sausage

ANIMAL: Bev’s always liked otters a lot. They’re adorable, and they hold hands to stay together. What’s not to like?

FAMILY

FATHER: Alvin Marsh, an actual piece of shit (Deceased)

MOTHER: Elfrieda Marsh, not a great mom when she was alive (Deceased)

SIBLING(S): None

PET(S): A kitten from Richie the Cat’s litter, given to her by Mike Hanlon

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Bev has lived with her aunt since she was thirteen. They manage to make ends meet, but they certainly are far from being wealthy. Bev doesn’t like to talk about it, but she’s definitely poorer than most of her friends. She can’t always afford to go bowling or go to the movies every week, but she never wants her friends to feel sorry for her.

EXTRA

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

MBTI: ENFP

ENNEAGRAM: Type 1w2. Bev wants to make a difference, but she also wants to help others.

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

PRIMARY VICE: Wrath

PRIMARY VIRTUE: Charity

ELEMENT: Air

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