it had been a long time since neve had really taken the opportunity for any sort of leisure. work at the eastern oregon outpost had become more arduous as their numbers dwindled--specifically for medical staff--and then she’d been on her own. after being inside the golden triangle for the last six months, she’d been eager to prove she was worth the invitation. the den’s offer of festivities seemed like as good an opportunity as any to finally let herself relax.
several drinks lit a gentle fire in her belly, relaxed in a way that felt so old and faraway from her day-to-day. robocop, with his inky black fur, hung close to her calf--largely unimpressed with the antics of their fellow survivors. he had once been more inclined to react to the living, but after such a long time on the road, he was largely unimpressed with people.
for the most part, so was neve.
it was a common thing among people in the medical field. especially in smaller communities like this. it wasn’t like portland, before the outbreak, where most of the people she saw were bland and forgettable--lost in the school of fish that commuted by the max or carpooled from bedroom communities. no, in the golden triangle, people usually knew if you were medical. and if folks recognized you, well, they were bound to treat you like you were always on the clock. and here comes one now, neve thought sharply, as dan johnson headed her way--no doubt hoping to ask her about some rash, minor scratch, or other asinine thing she was not in the mood to assess. turning to her neighbor at the bar, she brandished a hopeful smile, mind still humming from a few drinks. “if you can save me from having to look at dan’s mole, i'll get your next drink.” if they weren’t interested, well, dan was making good time on his beeline towards the both of them. they’d both be trapped in conversation.
today we went to the ren faire because my sister was working and my friends were coming down to visit—there were some rude animals and a dog dressed like jimmy buffet. my sister (red and silver) wasn’t jousting this time because you know, the whole cancer thing, but I screamed myself hoarse (get it…) booing sir edgar (blue and black) and cheering lady laoghaire (blue and gold). i got a free pickle for wearing my shirt that says “punch more n*zis” so cheers to that. we also found switzerland themed mini golf nearby and i WON somehow???
There's guilt, of course, she's not such a slave to sensation -- of firm lips against her own, the contrast of newly-calloused hands raking beneath the cool smoothness of her robes, a tongue demanding as it was generous, chased by hot breath and the rasp of a beard much coarser than it looked -- to fail in recognizing the wrongness of it all, but that, perhaps, was part of the problem and the appeal.
The guilt added to it, tightened the twinging fear of discovery, the thrilled flush of reminiscence, the unbearable sweetness of every peak he coaxed out of her until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.
So hard to believe, really, deep down, that something so utterly good could truly be that bad, yet the truth of it was unavoidable: what she was doing would hurt Aang greatly, would cause confusion and distress to all of their friends if any of them knew.
There is a flash of crimson, a door barely ajar, and Katara suddenly finds herself in the dim recesses of a hallway closet, the folds of her robe pushed up or aside and a velvety voice purring in her ear: "Now, where were we...?"
Yes, she thinks before all coherence is lost to fist-stifled sound, all the more reason to keep it secret.
I keep thinking about that great pain post I just reblogged. Like, up to now I'd have thought I was at 0 in the pain scale, but I'm actually at a constant 3 dscsvzvx have been for a long time now (that speaking of physical pain). I've just had a migraine and the pain reached 8, though I've had ones where it's been at 10. And I have one of these at the very least twice a month.
from the mistake by the lake to shitsburgh... katsunari thought suddenly, surveying the crowded warehouse-turned-bar. the thought caught him off guard, city nicknames that he had pretty much forgotten about in the last sixteen years, but it didn’t feel wrong when it came to this place, this den. it was crawling with people, and even before the apocalypse kat would’ve entirely avoided any sort of place that had more than two or three inhabitants—his high school best friend joked that kat’s perfect idea of a party would be a silent room where no one talked or looked at each other. this festival, or whatever it would be considered, was certainly not his perfect party. his arm suddenly jerked, someone coming up behind him accidentally shoulder-checked him, and he couldn’t control the sneer that formed on his face. the girl saw it, and seeing the apologetic smile falter on their own face, kat felt a tad guilty. he really didn’t try to be so unfriendly, it was just natural. he couldn’t apologize for his natural reaction, though, they already walked off.
kat thought about following after them, apologizing for needlessly mean mugging them, but he felt that would probably be weirder, run up to someone to say sorry for having a bitchy face. god, why did he even care? being around people again has not been an easy adjustment. watching them walk off, his fingers flexed into fists and then relaxed repeatedly, an anxious tic from his childhood that he had forgotten about until he came to the triangle. his movement would’ve looked impulsive if kat didn’t think meticulously about every action he made, suddenly springing into movement to find the girl that knocked into him. following in the direction that he last saw her walking, he approached the first woman he saw in front of him. “uh, hi. sorry. did you just see a girl? red hair, bangs?” at least that was what he thought he could remember about her. jesus christ, katsunari, you’re a fucking weirdo. he grimaced at his own thoughts, knowing this stranger probably thought he was high.
ok, so, i saw an excerpt from one of Lauren Graham's books (which i haven't read yet) where she talks about her and Peter Krause presenting an award together at the 2002 SAG awards together, and that they had been chatting backstage, and before it was their turn, he asked her if she wanted to hold hands as they walked out, and she was like "yes", so they did, and I NEED TO FIND FOOTAGE OF THIS. I have been unable to find anything on youtube, and I've only seen a photo on Twitter of them at the mic. if someone has it, plzzz share the goods.