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[OM!] Domestic Ship Meme: Lucifer/MC

[Domestic Ship Meme]

Notes: GN! ‘you’, fluff!!!! Lucifer really b living in my head rent free

who reaches out to new neighbors

Between the two of you, it’s gonna have to be you. Unless Lucifer somehow has something to gain from being friendly with the neighbors, he’s not that motivated to make an impression. And if you aren’t really up for it, he doesn’t mind either. The two of you can be content with just an occasional wave and small talk with the neighbor when you chance upon meeting them. If you’re really eager to reach out to the neighbors… cool. He’ll come with and greet them if you want him to.

who remembers to buy healthy food

Lucifer cares a lot about the fact you get your proper nutrients, especially when you don’t.

“MC, you can’t persist on cup noodles every night when I come home late.” Insists on buying vegetables so you can at least put them in your ramen to get vitamins to live if you don’t want to cook. He makes it a habit to have a balanced meal every time.

If you’re as health conscious as he is, you make sure to pack lunch for the both of you before you go about your day. :)

who remembers to buy junk food

YOU DO, BABY!

Every time you go shopping for groceries with him, you both pick out produce and everything you need for meal preps, but you always backtrack to grab bags of chips or candy that catches your attention. He watches you with mild exasperation as you scrutinize whether to grab the salsa or the guacamole for the chips and end up just getting both.

He grumbles a little less if you slip in a bag of his favorite snack though. (A bag of licorice mayhaps?)

who fixes the oven when it breaks

Both of you are capable of learning how to fix the oven when it breaks. It probably does end up being a joint effort regardless. As to whoever BROKE the oven, it’s probably Lucifer. Baking is his weakness; he doesn’t understand why.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

You water the plants and Lucifer feeds the pet(s). You will always have Cerberus-- always. Whether you have more is really up to your and his discretion, but he’s pretty on top of making sure Cerberus has his food every morning before he leaves. He could water the plants too, if you wanted him to, but he thinks it’s cute to come home to you watering the hydrangeas at the front door or the succulents at the windowsill. It gives you a very nurturing vibe, even if you don’t mean to, and it makes him feel a little soft every time.

who wakes up earlier

Lucifer does. This really depends on what job/occupation you currently have, but for the most part, he wakes up at the crack of dawn naturally anyways. Doesn’t matter when he sleeps, his internal clock is set for ‘when the sun rises’ (which is funny, considering how the Devildom doesn’t have a sun).

You think it’s horrible until you realize he can choose to sleep in when he wants to, but Lucifer honestly doesn’t mind. He likes waking up early so he can press kisses onto your forehead, careful not to wake you up but laughing under his breath if you stir and mumble in your sleep. He’s absolutely besotted with you, and it really shows in the way he holds you in the moments before he starts the day.

who makes the bed

You do, mostly because you wake up later than he does… and because he doesn’t like it when the bed isn’t made.

“Why make the bed when we’re going to end up sleeping in it anyways?”

“Yes, why wash Cerberus if he’s going to get dirty again.”

“3:”

Just make the bed. He’s ridiculously pleased when he comes back home to a neat bed, especially if you were not in the habit to do so before. If you weren’t really happy to do it before, he says “please~?” in a way you swear you fucking see sparkles in the background and you give up. (you are weak for the man)

who makes the coffee

(flashback to Hell’s Coffee chat)

Lucifer lives off of coffee, so more often than not, he ends up making the coffee. He also tends to wake up a LOT earlier than you, so the duty usually falls to him anyhow. If you drink coffee, always makes a cup for you before he leaves with the right amount of sugar and cream.

On the day you’re both off, you tend to both sleep in, and therein the coffee making responsibility goes to you, because Lucifer certainly isn’t going to get out of bed any time soon. You tried making coffee for him on a work day, which basically meant you tried to wake up EARLIER than him. Not the best idea you had, but when he found you asleep on the dining table with the coffee made hot, best believe he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and said ‘thank you’ before sending you back to bed.

who burns breakfast

Assuming both of you are decent at cooking, you’re more likely to burn the breakfast mainly because Lucifer doesn’t eat breakfast to begin with.

“What happened to three balanced meals a day?”

“I never said ‘three,’ I just said they had to be balanced.”

“>:(“

It’s his fault though. Every time you make breakfast, he distracts you by coming into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss on the back of your neck. Or, if it’s on a weekend, he tugs you back into bed and you forget about the bacon on the stove until it’s basically charcoal.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Lucifer tries not to wake you up before you need to, so he’s usually silent when leaving the house. When you do stir awake and sleepily ask him if he’s heading off to work, he never fails to press a kiss to your cheek and say, “I’ll see you soon.” He’s always the most tender with you in the early light of the day, willing to indulge you a little if you tug him back into bed for a snuggle or press kisses onto your lips until you’re satiated.

If the both of you are awake, he’ll say something along the lines of “I’m heading out to do something. I’ll be back in an hour,” and if you’re not busy, kisses you and leaves.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

“I’m home,” Lucifer says quietly, just in case you’re already asleep-- but you never are. He finds the kitchen light on with you sitting at the dining table with a book in hand, and you smile up at him when he walks through the door and places down his keys.

“Welcome back,” you tell him, like every night. You tug off his jacket and press a kiss onto his lips as he tiredly gives you a smile.

Rarely, you come home later than he does, but it happens.

“Did you eat dinner yet?” Lucifer asks, once you set down the keys and shrug off your coat. “Or would you prefer a bath first?”

“Did you learn that phrase from Levi?” You tease, watching him roll his eyes good naturedly as he stands from his chair and makes his way to you. “I don’t know,” you respond, as he snakes his hands around your waist. “Maybe a bath if you want to join me.”

His hands dip further down. “If you insist,” he says, dropping his head until he trails his lips along your neck.

The both of you pause at the sound of your stomach growling.

You look sheepishly at him as he gives you an amused quip of his lips. “Maybe…” You suggest hopefully, “Dinner in the bath?”

Lucifer throws his head back and laughs.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

With Lucifer, romance is never dead. If something catches his eye on the way back from work, he has no problems taking a quick stop and buying a bouquet from the florist so you can decorate the house with it or add another succulent to your collection. His gifts always mean he thought of you-- would you like this necklace? Didn’t you say you needed another pen the other day? How much chocolate is too much for a gift? (it’s never too much luci)

However, you refuse to be beat. You throw him a reverse uno card and buy him small gifts or trinkets that catch your eye and think he’d enjoy it. There’s not a lot he actually wants, so your gifts are more fun, something to make him laugh throughout the day or remind him of you. He brings a lot of the trinkets to work with him and look at them

who picks the movie for movie night

Both of you switch off on choosing a movie. He’s not that picky with movies. If it’s horror movies you want to watch, he’ll be there for you to hide behind. If it’s a rom-com you want to watch, expect a few chuckles from him.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

Lucifer likes watching the classics and prefers new movies that are thought-provoking. Thrillers or psychological movies like Black Mirror or Annihilation are very fascinating to him. He’s impartial to most genres, though, unless it’s completely and utterly inane. He prefers movies with some thought or some emotion-evoking aspect to it-- SUBSTANCE.

who first suggests a pillow fort + who builds the pillow fort

You suggest it and drag Lucifer into building the pillow fort with you. He thinks he enables you too much; you agree with him.

“Who did you get this idea from? Mammon?”

“No, of course not! I got it from my six-year old niece.”

“...”

Still, you end up in the pillow fort, covering it with a blanket and end up eating snacks and napping together in it.

You don’t see him complaining about it afterwards.

who tries to distract the other during the move

Lucifer allllll the way. The man loves to tease you whenever he has the chance, so if he’s in the mood, would definitely try to distract you by placing his hand on your thigh and just subtly tracing his hands over them. Acts innocent when you scold him, but continues to do lingering touches on your thighs, waist, neck until you either give in and be completely distracted by him. He knows when to stop though, like if you’re actually very interested in the movie or aren’t in the mood.

who falls asleep first

Lucifer does if the both of you go to bed at the same time. Tired during the day, he knocks out pretty much immediately if he lets himself relax in your arms and in your presence. Which is fine by you. If Lucifer had a ritual to take a moment to cherish you in the early hours of the day, you take the time in the moments before you sleep to kiss his brow and sweep his hair from his eyes, whispering ‘I love you’s’ against his temple in the quiet hours of the night.

who is big spoon/little spoon

Lucifer likes being a big spoon, of course, but you ALSO like being HIS big spoon, so it’s a trade-off. You enjoy being in his arms and being the little spoon: you feel protected, his arms around you, his head either on top of your or his nose buried in your hair. Being a big spoon lets YOU do that to him!

Usually, you sleep on his shoulder, or you sleep facing each other. You really let the night decide whether you end up big or small spoon, but you tend to end up small spoon naturally. Sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of night, you turn to make him big spoon, and he gets a little embarrassed when he wakes up like this (but again, no complaints here! <3).

#obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me #domestic ship meme #fluff #lucifer/mc #i never run out of idea for this man my favoritism is showing ;(#did NOT realize how long this was until I posted it haha my b read more is there now

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Summer

Dylan Obrien x Reader AU

Word Count: 5,420

Warnings: I recommend you take something to wipe away the tears or not, Idk 😅

A/N: It’s part of @dylanobemineforever ‘s Writing Challenge based on the song Summer by OM (thank you sina, btw) It was really challenge be part of this because I don't knew the song so I took a little time to have a good idea. But after a few searchs and some help of my great friends it's here! I was a lot of fun writing this story and I'll hope that you can enjoy and talk to me about okay?!

Only when the pilot announced the takeoff and Y/N saw the clouds through the airplane window, she could breathe again quietly. For her it was hard to believe how fast she'd put her things together, taken a cab, and gone to the airport, but it was the only way out that she could think of when the confusion in her house had taken on unimaginable proportions.

She could still hear the screams of her mother calling her spoiled and dramatic but drama was always part of Y/N's life. Her parents have always been ambitious and intelligent entrepreneurs. They were the type of couple who struggled to achieve their goals, even if that included offering their daughter's hand in marriage just to consolidate a partnership.

It sounded like Mexican soap opera story, but that was exactly what had happened in Y/N's life. When she met Chuck, the charming son of his father's best friend and partner, she wasn’t carried away by the incredible blue eyes or the gentlemanly manner he treated her. But the boy was persistent and didn’t leave her alone while she didn’t say yes to a date.

She felt alone and he arrived on time, making her feel like a princess. Chuck fulfilled all her desires, took her to places that she had always dreamed of seeing. Her parents, who were always strict and liked to calculate all the footsteps of the daughter, but for the first time let her live a beautiful and overwhelming romance, making Y/N experience what was freedom for the first time in her youth.

It was a wonderful 3 years of dating, but shortly after the engagement that was four months earlier that week, Chuck had become a thick, possessive, and aggressive man. At first she thought it was only a passing stress, but one day, when she tried to give Chuck by surprising him at work, she eventually overheard a conversation he was having with his mother.

From the beginning, Chuck had approached her just so that her parents' business would work out. All those years had been sustained only for transactions to be effected and contracts signed. The marriage of the two was just another farce in which he had agreed to participate so that the good image of the company was sustained.

"Art imitates life," she thought. Never had a dictation made as much sense to Y/N as that. She wanted to believe it was all a lie, that she was in a nightmare, and that when she woke up she would find Chuck and his mother for another wedding meeting. They would choose the party menu, make the guest list, she would continue living their fairy tale.

When confronting her parents she can’t feel more deceived. Besides not denying any details of the story, her mother insisted that she continue with that novel. Either that, or carry the blame for ruining the empire they had been building in England for 8 years.

After many fights, shouts and revelations, Y/N was no longer worried about the consequences of her decisions. For years she let her life be manipulated by other people but now she just wanted to get away from all that farce. In the face of all that confusion she could only think of a refuge: her hometown. Maybe it wasn’t the best of decisions, but at least it was a decision she made.

Y/N was only 12 when her family needed to move from Southport to London because of her father's company. At that time, even though she was so young, she knew it was a mistake. She knew that abandoning her friends, all the memories she had made there, abandoning her roots would not do her or her parents well. Since then she had lived a controlled and manipulated life so that she was the perfect daughter of the "Y/L/N" family.

The flight to Wilmington was quiet and from there Y/N rented a car and decided to drive to Southport. The road was calm and the ride was small, moreover, she needed to get rid of the thoughts that bothered her and driving would help distract her.

Arriving in Southport, Y/N was soon overcome by nostalgia. The sea breeze, the calm that was the charm of small towns, the trees dancing with the wind. The gas station and the grocery store at the beginning of the city continued to look the same as she remembered. She didn’t know if the owners were still her known neighbors, but it was comforting to see that everything still sounded and looked so familiar even after so long.

She decided to stop for something to eat but before she got out of the car she realized that she was still wearing the engagement ring that Chuck had given her. It was a beautiful ruby stone, bathed in silver. There was no sense in using it anymore, it was like a hollow beauty. She removed the ring and put it in a jewelry box, leaving it in the car door. She was determined to leave all those false memories behind and that summer was all she needed to seal her freedom.

Although small, the grocery store had every type of product a person could need. After picking up some snacks and a drink, she went to the cashier, which was empty. Intrigued, she looked around to see if there was anyone but spotted only a few clients also choosing their products. She rang the bell once, twice, until a middle-aged man came from the port in a hurry to realize that there were several people inside the shop.

When he approached her, Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Patrick, an old friend of her family. Him, his wife Lisa and their two children have been her neighbors since she understood each other. Patrick was known in the city for his fun and quiet way of looking at life. Despite being older, he still seemed to keep this habit, as he was amusing some people in the harbor, before coming to meet her.

"It seems like somebody's jokes are still the entertainment of the city." Y/N said taking him by surprise.

Patrick stared at her for a few seconds puzzled until the confused expression was replaced by a cheerful look and an enlightened smile.

"I don’t believe what I see, Y/N? Y/N/N?"

Y/N smiled, approaching for a tight hug. "It’s me uncle Patrick, I miss you!"

"We miss you too, my daughter! What brings you here?"

One of the clients in the shop let out an irritable throat, making Patrick realize that there was already a small queue formed behind Y/N. Probably some travelers wanting to pay for their purchases. He positioned himself behind the cash register and began packing the orders and receiving payments. As he finished serving everyone, Y/N went to the porch that was just outside the store to wait for him. He would not forgive her if she left without a good conversation.

As she enjoyed the view and felt the breeze thumping in her hair, it was as if she could hear her childhood: the sea, the seagulls flying in the harbor, the sound of the conversations and laughter of the people walking along the beach. Everything was good, and nowhere in the world had she experienced the tranquility she felt when she was there. Immersed in her thoughts she barely noticed when a pickup truck parked outside the grocery store door, a lady and a men came down with several packages, probably to replenish the stock.

From outside the grocery store she saw Patrick talking to the woman and pointing out towards her. It was Lisa, Carl's wife and his son Dylan, Y/N's best friend. They both looked at her in surprise, and Lisa quickly came to meet her, taking her into a tight, maternal hug.

"Oh my dear," she said, holding her face affectionately, as if she were meeting a distant daughter, "I can’t believe you're back!"

Lisa had some tears in her eyes and that was totally acceptable, especially coming from her. She had always been like a mother to Y/N. Their families shared holidays and celebrations as if they had only been one for several generations. Even after her maternal grandmother passed away and her mother refused to keep the traditions between them, the O'brien families affection towards Y/N never ceased to exist. After the brief moment of affection between the two, she saw Dylan approaching.

He was standing with his hands in the pocket of his shorts, grinning in surprise to see her there after so long. She remembered perfectly the last time she had seen him, the farewell on the beach, the two promising each other that they would never cease to be friends and would one day still be together forever. They were just kids making that innocent promise. That day struck her deeply and she still felt her heart racing when she saw him, even after 8 years. He was taller, more masculine, his hair messy as he had always been.

"Y/N ... how long! I can’t believe, you're so ... "

"Different?" Y/N asked curiously.

"I was going to say beautiful, but different is also a good option," replied Dylan smiling.

They approached for a half-awkward hug. Dylan tenderly enveloped Y/N and she immediately felt at home. They stood there for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's presence when Lisa interrupted them.

"What do you think about finishing the conversation at our home Y/N/N? I'll make sure you have lunch with us and Julia will love to see you!"

Y/N was not so sure if Julia, Lisa's eldest daughter, would be happy to see her, after all they were never very friendly. Even with trepidation, she could not deny the invitation. Besides being such a lack of education, Lisa would never take no for an answer. Their house was only a block from the gas station, and it was big and cozy just like Y/N remembered, despite some renovations here and there. As she looked at the next lot, she felt a slight sadness. His parents had ruled out any possibility of going back to that place, and where one day had been his home he could see only a vacant lot, the "sell-out" advertisement worn in front of the property that his parents still had difficulty sell.

While Lisa was preparing lunch, Dylan and Y/N were chatting in the living room. Y/N didn’t know how to introduce a subject without seeming inconvenient, but gradually they were losing their fear and the conversation returned to the tone of friendship and play as it was before. Y/N discovered that Dylan moved from Southporth to veterinary school and since then he lived in Wilmington. He was working in a clinic and had used the vacation to visit the family and long for homesickness. Dylan seemed to have become the gentle, honest, and successful man she had always thought he would be. Y/N hadn’t noticed any ring, but she did not dare ask if he was engaged, it was none of her business.

"And you Y/N, have you taken advantage of England?"

Enjoying was not the right way to describe everything she was living. Dylan was a responsible and stable student, and she was only a 20-year-old girl following the commandments of her parents. She didn’t want to sell herself as a spoiled and dramatic daughter to her best friend. While this may not be true, as he recalled his story, sometimes it was just what it seemed. Before she could respond, Julia entered the room clearly surprised to see Y/N.

"Jules, do you remember Y/N?" Dylan said standing up and doing the honors of "restyling" the two.

"But of course, how could I forget our dear neighbor?!" Julia said holding out her hand, with some irony. "What brings you back here? You tired of England?"

Y/N could think of having a conversation with Dylan and telling the whole truth about her life and the reason she had brought her there, but for Julia, the jealous older sister, that would be impossible. She sighed, smiling.

"You don’t need a fair reason to visit a city that you love so much, doesn’t it ?! And besides, I needed to breathe this tranquility from here."

Julia raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Oh of course ... after 8 years living in beautiful London, who would not miss the little Southporth?"

Dylan grinned as he noticed a certain twinge in his sister. He knew Julia had always died of jealousy from his friends, especially Y/N.

"You never leaving here does not mean that everyone also has to stay Jules."

Julia rolled her eyes at his brother's defense.

"Some customs never change, do they?!" She replied poking Dylan, who responded with a grimace.

Y/N didn’t know where to run. She hated being the star of any subject, especially when she had something to hide. Before the situation went out of control, Lisa called everyone to eat.

The lunch was enjoyable and fun and could not be any different with the O'brien family. They were not the perfect family and they did not even tried to be, but the unity and love between them, the support they gave each other and how much they knew each other was clear. Y/N had never experienced that kind of relationship in her family. The meals they made together were summed up to meet labels and hear their parents discuss business. Time and again they asked about what she had done during the day, but soon they gave orders or opinions back to her agenda.

When Y/N was almost celebrating that matters were not involving her, Julia decided to ask where she would be staying in the city. That question immediately discredited her, she had not yet thought of this important detail. Realizing that she had been miserable at the thought of the answer, Lisa intervened.

"Of course Y/N will stay with us, will she not Pat?" Patrick just nodded, confirming as he finished devouring his piece of chicken, leaving Julia's mouth open.

Y/N had thought of staying in some hotel in the city, but Lisa had been so accommodating that she seriously considered accepting it.

"I would be very happy to accept the invitation, if I do not bother ... of course."

"I think that would be a great idea!" Dylan said smiling, winking in her direction.

Y/N's heart melted a little at that moment. She had to confess that she had also accepted the invitation to be closer to her friend. Even though she had not come to Southporth because of him, finding him was a very good surprise, and she could see no way to take advantage of that time better than not with him.

The days at Southporth were being incredible. The options that Y/N had were countless and she can review several old school friends, visit the places she liked to go along with her grandmother when she was little and even help Lisa and Patrick in the grocery store.

Being so busy would not let Y/N worry about her family in England with her engagement and she allowed herself to forget all those lies. Southporth was her safe haven and nothing could take away from her.

Of course, of all things, the best part of the trip was being able to spend those holidays with Dylan. Aside from a great friend, he had become a great companion to any show. Together they visited an animal shelter that was in town, where Y/N could see Dylan apply some things he had learned in college. She had no doubt he was born for it and nothing made her happier than seeing him fulfill his dream as a child. They made picnics, trails through the small forest that was around the city, spent hours on the beach enjoying the sea.

Dylan could not be happier. Every year he came to Southporth but those were by far the best vacation of all. It was as if he and Y/N were inseparable again and it was impossible to account for the good times they had spent together in those days.

The only person who still bothered about Y/N's presence was Julia, and she made a point of making that clear. As one afternoon, Dylan and Y/N had agreed to go to the beach together. He was packing some things in the room while Julia insisted that her brother go with her on a double date.

"Dylan you supposedly came here this summer to have fun, why do you refuse to do that?" Julia was nervous.

"And I'm having fun with Y/N/N. By the way, you and your friends can go to the beach with us, if you want."

"You know it's not going to be a double date if you take your vacation project together."

"I don’t need a double date, when are you going to understand that I'm not your little brother anymore? And I told you not to talk about Y/N like that."

Julia rolled her eyes. Something about her brother's best friend disturbed her and no one would convince her otherwise.

"And when she goes away again, are you going to spend the rest of the holidays crying like the first time?" "I don’t know, Dyl ... she appears out of nowhere after years and no one knows why. There's something wrong with this girl."

Dylan took a deep breath, trying not to argue with his sister.

"When you want to talk like adults, I'll be here, now I have a beach to enjoy."

Dylan finished stuffing his things into his backpack and went out into the hallway, listening to Julia just saying loudly "Then do not say I did not warn you." He loved his sister and understood that being super protective was part of the older sister package but he was already full of her to follow all his steps.

One night after a baseball game with friends, Dylan came home and didn’t find Y/N. When he questioned his mother about it, he discovered that she had gone to the beach to walk. He picked up his father's pickup truck and drove to the port. When he got there, he found some people making camps. Some were already leaving, but he found Y/N in the distance, sitting around a campfire, lit only by the moonlight.

Watching her from afar he realized that he still liked everything about her: the exaggerated sound of her laughter, her sweet way of treating people, her simplicity that still held even after so much luxury in her life.

When she left, it took years to get accustomed to the lack of best friend and for a long time wondered if it would just be a keepsake or if the innocent love that they had experienced would remain. There, watching her from afar, he realized that nothing had changed except the fact that he was no longer a naive boy of twelve. Dylan wanted her more than as a friend and he believed she was reciprocal. He just needed to have the courage to try. And that's what he did.

Y/N was distracted, humming a song when she saw Dylan walking toward her. She had reviewed several colleagues since arriving in the city but none of them had grown up and looked as handsome as him. Of course she was suspected to speak, she always defended him tooth and nail in any situation, but it was unquestionable how much the girls in town were impressed with him. Earlier, at the grocery store, she might notice some whispering about Dylan, one of them would do anything to make her realize it, asking for help for every item she wanted to buy. She didn’t want to admit it, but even though it was no big deal, it made her a little jealous.

Dylan settled next to her on the fire, with a plate of marshmallows.

"I think a fire does not have the same grace without some candy, does not it?!"

"You had a great idea, Mr. O'brien."

He smiled and handed out some marshmallows so they could bake while they talked.

"So, what are you doing here so early? I thought the evening with your friends would be fun."

"Yes, it was a lot of fun, but you know a full night always ends like this," he said pointing at both of them.

Y/N's face lit up in a smile. When they were teenagers, even if they went out to totally different places, they always found themselves in the backyard of Dylan's house to tell them about the day, late at night. They started the little tradition when they were 7 and didn’t leave it when some of them was sick.

"Some things never change, right?!"

"I think so." Dylan nodded, smiling. Y/N realized he meant something. She knew when he was restless.

"But tell me, what have you been keeping there?" She asked curiously.

Dylan hesitated a little before saying the words that had been stored from the first moment he saw her.

"I missed you Y/N/N."

Y/N felt her face flush at that. She should not feel ashamed of those things, after all, they were close. But the two were now adults and even though she didn’t want to admit it, she always wanted him to be more than just a friend. She moved closer to him, snuggling her head against his shoulder.

"Me too Dyl ... me too."

It was windy enough, and though the sky had hidden all the stars, that night seemed perfect. With Y/N wrapped in his arms, he could only think of how much he wanted her closer. He knew that summer romances were passengers and that he was only there for vacation at his parents' house, but Y/N was not anyone and if they worked as well as friends, why not try to be something else? Dylan was nervous, he did not want to be intrusive or frightened her, but all he wanted to do now was to hug her, kiss her and let their bodies decide to do the rest. He took a deep breath and when he felt the courage to talk to her, he felt a raindrop on his face. Before he could do anything, it began to rain. They looked at each other, the drops that had begun slow were thick and increasing the speed with which they fell, leaving them getting wetter and wetter. Dylan looked around the beach, looking for some place so they could shelter when he had an idea. He took Y/N’s hand and guided her to where his truck was parked. They finally got in the car, soaking wet after being caught by the rain, which was falling harder and harder. Dylan was adjusting the seat of the car as a loud roar roared from the sky, one of several thunders that were probably yet to come. Y/N practically jumped into his lap, startled by the noise, causing laughter between them. Y/N’s heart was racing, her face so close to Dylan that she could feel his breath catching after the laughter. When Dylan realized that the universe had finally made a move so they could be alone, he did not think twice. Gently, he pulled away a few strands of hair that hung from her face. He looked her in the eye, and immediately remembered when she was gone, all the homesickness he'd kept for all these years and finding his way back to his first love, he kissed her. Y/N did not know how to react when she felt Dylan's warm, sweet lips touch hers. Part of her wanted to push him away and say that it was not right, part of her wanted to tell him all the motives that had brought her there. But how could she not give up the strong grip on her waist, the way their kiss seemed so sure not to happen. Dylan could not tell what he was feeling at the moment. Even hesitating a little, Y/N had given in to the kiss. He was excited but at the same time confused. Pulling away their faces, he stopped to face her, his anxious gaze questioning if they should continue. Y/N understood perfectly what he was feeling: the confusion, the pleasure, that animated spark that would come back to light when kissing his best friend. There inside the car, the sound of the rain crashing incessantly at the window work, she could only think of how much they had was unique in how much they were meant to be. Taking possession of all the certainty she had in her heart, she pulled him again for another intense kiss. With Dylan it was different, it was natural. So when he moved the benches so they could lie down, she just nodded, letting her wishes be reciprocated.

As lightning leapt from the sky, Dylan took advantage of the flashes of light that hung from the sky to watchY/N, her naked body slowly taking shape in his arms as he took off each piece of clothing. Each time Dylan kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, Y/N felt as if sparks were leaping from her body. After a few minutes, the thunderbolts became just background music, while Y/N and Dylan let that night of love, their desires be unpacked and their hearts as well.

Some time later, with Y/N settling under his chest and the darkness giving way to some stars in the sky after the rain, Dylan could not feel happier. Of course he had met other women, some interesting and very beautiful, but she was different. When they were together it was as if the rest of the world did not exist, as in a parallel reality.

Y/N realized that Dylan was almost falling asleep, but despite having just lived what she had thought one of the best nights of her life, something bothered her. Even though those days had served as anesthesia for the lies she'd lived through, she was still engaged. It was a fact that no one had ever made her feel as complete as that night and she knew it was not just about sex. But not even worrying about Chuck's feelings, she worried about Dylan and she could not bear to see him think she was using him just to get over something. She pushed those thoughts away, trying to focus only on the sleep that slowly overpowered her.

After that night, Dylan and Y/N got even closer. It was a fact that they were passing when every day together but now always had room for long kisses, escapes to each other's room at night and even miniature romantic dinners made by Dylan. Y/N's voice was the last one Dylan wanted to hear the night and the first morning. He loved to wake up and be enlightened by the sound of her laughter. Their reunion was recent and he knew that what they had was not set, but those days were yielding great points to start thinking about what it could be.

That day, after going out to play bowling with some friends, they came home with laughter. The night had been extremely fun, even though Y/N had ended up with any chance of them winning the game. When Dylan stopped the car at the door of her house, Y/N was still holding back the laughter she was giving of herself after it had been awful at the bowling alley.

"The bowls in England are different from those here," she said trying to defend herself, but Dylan knew it was just a joke.

"So you're just horrible in the bowling alleys here?" He questioned her smiling.

"Yes, in the bowling alleys of England I'm less evil," Y/N replied, the two falling in laughter again.

Dylan took a deep breath and composed himself of the crisis of laughter, he loved the way she could make any situation seem funnier. They got out of the car and on leaving, Dylan noticed that a small box fell from the door. Curious, he bent to pick her up. Opening what appeared to be a jewelry box, he found a beautiful diamond ring, not inconspicuous, by the way.

Realizing what Dylan had found, Y/N's heart almost stopped. Immediately he came to her, intrigued.

"Hmmmm I know we've known each other a long time but do not you think it's a little early to choose the engagement ring Y/N/N?"

When Y/N saw the ring in his hands, his happy, quiet expression of a few minutes disappeared. Carefully she took the jewel from his hands, putting it back in the box. Dylan looked at her in confusion. She smiled uncomfortably at the situation she'd avoided all those days.

"Dyl, I need to tell you something."

Her tone of sad voice and her gaze lost, Dylan realized something was not right.

"That ring ..." she sighed deeply, seeming to choose which words to use, "this is my engagement ring."

Dylan took a step back, perplexed by what he had just heard.

"Engagement? What are you talking about, Y/N?"

Holding her so that tears did not fall from her eyes, Y/N began to count all the things that had happened before she got there. His relationship with Chuck, the fake engagement, all the lies his parents held for all those years. Dylan listened to her in silence, the time her head lowered, as if she was not believing what she was talking about. This could only be a nightmare. When Y/N was done, Dylan was serious, the frustration on his face.

"You lied to me? This whole time, everything we spent together ... you lied?" Dylan questioned her.

"No Dyl, nothing I told you was a lie, I just ..."

He smiled wryly.

"Is the concept of lying different from the other side of the world? I think living with dishonest people has made you a Y/N."

"Dylan I had no choice! I didn’t plan any of this, I didn’t expect to find you here ... I didn’t expect to fall in love with you again."

Y/N could no longer handle the tears that threatened to fall from her face.

"So you know what it is to fall in love with Y/N? Have you ever felt anything that was not dictated by your parents?" Dylan was nervous, blinded by the hurt in his heart. "I should have listened to my sister. You didn’t come here because you missed us, you came here just to soften your ego, to try to prove to yourself that you can do what you want. But you know what you forgot? People's feelings are not like deeds or whatever shit their father owns. You can’t buy or manipulate us. You can’t treat us like pawns of your game."

Those words hit her hard. How could he say that? She knew it was not easy for him to understand a situation like that, but she just wanted him to realize that she had no choice, that the freedom to make her own decisions had been taken from her. How could he hurt her like that?

"I just want you to believe Dylan, what I felt 8 years ago, what I still feel ... it's real."

Dylan snorted, anger taking over his face.

"The world does not work like this Y/N, this can’t be new to you!"

"Dylan, please don’t let this stop us both."

"Your problems prevent good things from happening to you, Y/N." Dylan took a deep breath, "your world is made of dirt and lies and I don’t want to be a part of it."

In tears, Y/N tried to get closer but he got away from her. Nothing hurt Dylan more than to see her like that, but what could he do? He trusted her, why she hid so many lies? He headed toward his house, leaving Y/N and all the things he dreamed had with her behind.

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amoristt · 7 years

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Sunday Keepsakes | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

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Anonymous asked: Hi could you write a fluffy NSFW nathan x reader but they're married?

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Rain was the soft sound you’d woken up to. It pattered against the windows that were still covered by pulled down curtains, and when you rolled over you found the other side of the bed empty. You groaned disappointedly and brought yourself to sit up. Tired and hazy from your slumber, the blankets wrapped around your waist as you tried to crawl off the mattress, and you barely registered clumsily picking them off the floor before venturing out the door.

The hallway floors were cold against your feet even in early spring, and you shivered thanks to the exposure of only being dressed in a baggy t shirt.

“Nathan?” You yawned, fingers running along the wall as you peeked quietly into your child’s room. It was empty save for the the crib, and you smiled at the silence. Your baby was still sleeping soundly, and you realized this had been the first night in weeks that you’d had a full night's sleep.

You called out for your husband again and shifted your fingers through your hair, then you turned into the living room and leaned against the wall at the sight before you.

Nathan was wrapped up in looking into a binder, his hair a mess, his clothes loose and unfitted. Short flashbacks ran through you, dating all the way back to when you’d first him. He looked like he did now, sitting while leaning forward, staring into a binder almost secretively. However unlike when you’d first met him, when you cleared your throat he didn’t yell at you to go away. Upon seeing you watching him, Nathan instead set the binder on his legs and leaned back.

“It’s about time.”

You smiled, pushing off the wall and finding your way next to him on the couch after urging him to scooch over. Like you’d done countless times before you leaned and placed a kiss on his lips, one that he returned happily. All was well.

“Morning.” You replied softly. The binder on his lap gained your attention and when you looked at the photos you felt your heart flutter. It was the family album you and him had put together throughout the years, stock full of a mixed variety of photos.

Some were aesthetically pleasing, ones that he had taken of you in front of the sky or sitting among flowers. His style had drastically changed throughout his years, going from monochrome and haunting to something more focused on a bright side of life. In some way it felt witnessing a caterpillar, afraid and young, morphing into a butterfly.

Other photos were professional shots of important dates in you and Nathan’s history, and your eyes lingered over a particular one. “Remember that?” you asked fondly, placing an index finger on the thin plastic cover. He took one look at the image and sighed into a smile. It wasn’t a great photo so to say, the angle was mostly wrong and if you were being honest it made you look like a goblin, but the memory is what mattered.

Your 5 year anniversary. It was a serene celebration, one where you got to pick the location. You chose the area where you and him would often sneak to when you skipped class- an empty field beside a long river that ran into the wide ocean. A blanket was set out, a basket in the middle and drinking glasses on either side. The date was incredibly well put together compared to the other casual ones you had, but the both of you enjoyed it. Your friend snapped a quick candid photo before parting ways and leaving you and Nathan, and the photo consisted of you two looking up in confusion. You looked ugly, unsuspecting, but comfortable.

It was nostalgic seeing the both of you so young. It hadn’t been too long since that anniversary but you both did look different now. Nathan’s hair had grown darker, he stopped slicking it back and instead would usually just let it do whatever it wanted. Your hair ended up growing out much longer than it had when you were young, and thanks to the sun had lightened a few hues. That field was the site of a canoeing business now. The river had a ‘do not swim’ sign nailed to a post.

Nathan turned the page and stopped to tilt his head at one of the photos, then he laughed.

“Bailey.” He mumbled. You followed his line of sight and then you too, let out a breath of laughter.

This picture was one that you had taken. It was a gorgeous day at the beach, the sky golden with the late afternoon, and Nathan was knee deep in the waters while you were out sitting on the sand. He was older, 23. In front of him was a white and brown pitbull, a thick stick in it’s mouth that Nathan was trying to retrieve.

Bailey was an amazing dog. She was sweet and well trained, and she never once showed a fang to you or your husband. Before Bailey, Nathan swore up and down he could never get a dog because they were too messy, too much work, but when you were volunteering for a shelter trying to gain some more college credits he’d seen her. She was curled up in the corner of her cage with a caution sticker, but she was nothing but kind. Nathan adopted her that day and you had no complaints.

She was the perfect companion, but she was old when you’d adopted her. It took Nathan a while to get over her, as did it for you, but looking back at the image made you feel happy in a melancholy kind of way.

Before a lump could form in your throat you flipped the page again.

“Oh,” you grinned, pointing at a photo of him standing in front of Cedar Point’s gates. “Remember this?”

Nathan rolled his eyes and groaned, placing a hand on his forehead. “How could I not? You dragged me on every single coaster.”

You gently nudged at his shoulder. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun.”

He glared at you, unamused. “I threw up like 3 fucking times.”

“Yeah, afterwards.” You flipped the page again, then almost did once more before he stopped you.

“Wait,” His features softened at one particular photo that was larger than the rest. You leaned your head to the side, a fresh and content smile forming on your lips. Your wedding day.

“It was nice seeing you in a suit and tie.” You remarked teasingly, but softly. Lovingly. “Even if you didn’t tie it yourself.”

“You can’t tie a tie either.” Nathan’s eyes never left the image, tracing over every edge and pixel. It was an amazing photo, one of your best.

Though the official picture with you standing beside each other was a favorite, it didn’t compare to the candid one Victoria had captured. You and Nathan dancing together, a loving grin adorned on both of your faces. The dress was white and pooled over the floor like a waterfall, the color a crisp contrast to Nathan’s black, fitted tux. Of course you’d seen Nathan smile before, you’d seem almost every expression there was to know, but on that night when you looked up at him you were taken aback by how peaceful, how happy he was. There was nothing weighing him down.

“I almost tripped walking up the aisle.” you breathed, wanting to cover your face at the embarrassing memory. He laughed beside you, flipping the page.

“I would have lost my shit.”

“I think everyone would have.”

There were a few more images here and there of your friends and family- Nathan’s father void of all of them. The day you left Blackwell was the best of your life, and you knew your husband felt the same way. Although you two were obviously not married at that point you both knew that you would be soulmates, and so you two disappeared together. Adults and fully capable of making it, you and him settled down in ome urban area you didn’t even know existed. It was peaceful, the neighbors were friendly. It was just what the two of you needed.

At first you were afraid that he wouldn’t do well in the new environment. He’d been working on his anger and outbursts for quite some time but this was a drastic change in lifestyle- what if he couldn’t handle it? However, Nathan certainly did surprise you.

Much like you, a kinder and less dramatic city was what he needed. He no longer felt like he was the freak of a town, and something about knowing he could have a fresh start made him want to be better than before. He waved to neighbors, he thanked the mailman.

He had his moments of weakness but you were there to help him, and before you knew it he was truly turning into the man he always wanted, and could have, been. When you were younger you’d never have imagined settling down with him. You’d never even had imaged him being willing to settle down.

Without the overshadow of his father and the pressure of working beneath him he started searching for new options, and eventually settled down for being a designer and part-time wedding photographer. For a time before that he tried to take a place in building but it ended up not working out, as he discovered that he was a horrendous builder.

But, luckily, he had directions for assembling a crib.

Your baby was unplanned but it was a blessing, and you were taken aback by how mature Nathan was during the whole ordeal. When you told him the news he was oddly silent for a time, and you were terrified that this wasn’t what he wanted. You and him had never really discussed children- you always assumed thanks to his father he wouldn’t want to raise a child, but then he told you he was happy. He told you this was good for the both of you. He told you that you’d make great parents.

Nathan, behind this, was afraid however. You could see it in his eyes as the months went on. He was nervous that he would end up like his father, cold, uncaring, and distant. Try as you might to push those thoughts out of his head he still had his doubts but that was to be expected- you had them too, but they were gone on the night ___ was born.

She was so tiny in your arms, and she was so beautiful. Nathan held her so gently and a smile broke over his features, and it lit you up. Now, here she was, nearly a year old and you two were doing great. Some days were harder than others but you were content.

You and him had a house together, away from Arcadia Bay, away from his father and away from his reputation. Of course Victoria was still around here and there- and she was a story just as much as he was. She still had so much fire in her but her edges weren’t nearly as sharp as they were when you’d first met. She was kinder now, and she had a loving husband with a baby of her own on the way. Nathan also still had ties with his mother and sister, though they only showed up for the greater holidays. His sister was kind, she loved you. His mother was sweet too but you could see something behind her eyes, and you wondered if she thought you stole Nathan from his family.

You flip the page, looking at more memories, and Nathan goes rather silent in thought for a few long seconds but they aren’t tense. The rain never let up even after pouring down all night and evening, but it calms you in some sort of way. Leaning your head on Nathan’s shoulder, you smile when he lets out a deep breath.

“Did you ever think we’d end up here?” You asked without looking up at him.

“Fuck no,” He answered with a sharp laugh. “I didn’t think I’d make it to 22.”

“Are you glad you did?” This time you do move to look up at him, reaching to flatten down some of his hair. He doesn’t move under your touch like he used to years ago.

Nathan’s eyes soften down at you, and you remember how much leaving Arcadia Bay has affected him. It had been a slow and gradual process, and it had been anything but easy, but he’d come so far from the angry, bitter, teenage boy who lived like it was him against the world. He wasn’t nearly as angry anymore. He had his moments where the child he once was would part through, but he’d learned to catch him, take a moment to remember how he was different now. He was better now. He smoked but he wasn’t much of a drinker anymore, and he’d kicked drugs years ago. It was an incredible feat, and you and him both knew it.

Part of you expected him to say something sarcastic, but he leaned down and placed a brief kiss on your lips. “You know I am.”

You smiled, looking back down at the photos. There were just so many, some artistic, some candid, and some horrendous that didn’t compliment your face at all. But you kept them, remembered every single moment and every single story each one held. When you were a small child you imaged an easy life, one where you and your soulmate would click the moment you laid eyes upon each other. It would be smooth sailing and everyone would envy your relationship, wonder why they couldn’t find someone who loved you as much as your ‘prince charming’ did. But Nathan was not a prince charming. When you’d met him he was insufferable, and you were scared of him. Little did you know that he would end up being the person you’d devote yourself to, the person you’d give everything to. You never once stopped to think you could be the one he changes for.

Thunder sounded from outside but it was distant, echoing. Nathan leaned back against the cushion of the couch and you followed him, setting the binder on the coffee table and lifting your feet up so you could cuddle against his side. He faced up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked flatly, voice tired. You shrugged. “If you don’t pick something I’m gonna skip it all together.”

“Fine, fine, waffles.” You giggled, shutting your eyes. Breakfast sounded appealing but neither of you make an effort to get up, Nathan’s arm snaking around your body and resting at your hip. You could’ve fallen asleep right there if you wanted, but it was already 11 am, you should be getting up and getting ready for the day. Another roll of thunder sounded and you yawned, reluctantly pulling away from his comfortable hold and patting his chest. “Alright, time to start the day.”

Nathan groaned and grabbed a throw pillow from the end of the couch, wrapping his arms around it and shoving his face into the plushness.

You grabbed at the edges of it and half-assedly tried to pry it from him. “Come on Nathan we gotta’ start doing things.”

“Why can’t we start our shit at noon.”

“Because you hate being rushed, and I know if I let you you’ll sit here the whole day.”

“I don’t have anything to do today.”

“Yet,” you pulled it from his arms and sighed at his mildly annoyed expression. “You always find things to do on sundays.”

Reaching out in front of him, Nathan interlocked his fingers and stretched, yawning and then rolling his neck. He stopped to linger for a moment, staring down at the photo album still open on the table, before he reached down and then folded it shut. You stood and he did so as well, tucking the binder under his arm and yawning again. The collar of his t shirt, much too big for his form, bared his shoulders almost artistically.

He followed you into the kitchen, only stopping for a minute to put the album back into the hallway closet. As you opened the cupboards to start retrieving the items you needed Nathan felt no shame in coming up behind you, moving your hair from your neck and kissing along the newly exposed skin. You shivered in delight and grinned, tiling your head to the side and giving him more room which he took complete advantage of.

“I thought you wanted breakfast.” You remarked, eyes slipping shut. He wrapped his arms around you and hummed against your skin.

“By all means, go ahead.” He nipped at your skin and you could feel his lips curl when you jumped at his teeth.

Once again you reluctantly broke away from his hold but this time you were joined right back with him, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. He took the invite gladly, one hand resting on the countertop to trap you in front of him and the other keeping it’s place at your hip.

“Very funny,” you breathed, pulling him in for a kiss. He started getting antsy against you, fingers starting to slide under your shirt and you by no means wanted him to stop. You leaned your head back when he paused the kiss to run his lips along your jawline, then down your neck. The counter was hard against the small of your back but it barely registered to you, too caught up in running your fingers through his already messy hair.

“This isn’t very productive.” Nathan joked against your skin, and you laughed.

“You started this,” You tugged at his hair and bit your lip when his hand lifted up the hem of your shirt. “You wanted breakfast, now you want this. Can’t you make up your mind.”

Though you teased him, goosebumps still ran along your skin as he brushed the pads of his fingers along your stomach and abdomen. You cursed softly, eyes unfixed but staring at the ceiling as he felt you. He finally hooked his fingers beneath the wireline of your bra when suddenly a sound rang through the previously silent house.

Down the hall, door on the left. A baby was crying in it’s room.

You sighed in defeat, eyes slipping shut. “Damn it.”

Nathan’s fingers pulled away from you as the baby continued to wail a few rooms down, and you both knew your session had come to an end.

“Do you want to get it or?”

“You stay here,” He breathed, rubbing at his cheeks. He was no longer half lidded, fully aware of his surroundings and definitely awake. “I got it.”

He shuffled away from you with his head hung low, and you giggled at the sight. Defeated by an infant. When you turned, resting your hand atop the cold counter, you looked over the items you'd previously taken out. One by one you put together everything you needed, starting the waffle maker as you hummed to yourself.

Outside it still rained, and occasionally thunder grumbled miles away. It was a serene sunday morning, but the sounds of nature wasn’t what made you grin from ear to ear. It was the sound of Nathan in the baby’s room, voice soft as he cooed good morning at your now pacified child.

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reaganyouth · 4 years

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Merry Easter bitches and Passover alike. Now go say your lords prayer about forgiving your debtors as you get ready to pay your rent, cuz it sure ain’t a Happy one

It's Easter and no ones at church, sacrilegious ! Maybe now people can finally grow up and realize religion is useless today. Priests are more pedophile then they're clerical. They used to be "clerics" in the sense they told you what day it was, church bells gave the hour of day because no one had a watch or read your mail because few could read and write, let alone count. We're told to expect a new "normal". Trump promised us deaths would be down to zero and we'd be allowed out for Easter. Instead only promise he delivered on was handing out hard working taxpayers money to corporate interests,none to individuals expressing their individuality. Only Rothchilds and Hapsburgs are allowed that while Senator Loeffler

and her husband, who runs the NYSE insider trade away on our misery. Think those fucks have cabin fever stuck inside their cities like some bird locked in a cage,only able to be let out and fly around the room, but never really free. This shit is, was and doesn't have to be the new normal. There are pyramids in Egypt, the Bible tells the "greatest story ever told" and it's so good it's still going on now. Wage slavery and incarceration, just like being an indentured servant is plain ole slavery, and slavery is murder. The White House has it's Pyramid just like there's a pyramid in Trafalgar Square or the front yard of the Vatican. Yes that Vatican that's not doing mass 'live" but on line, so you can't eat Christ's body or even drink his blood. Go out because you're covered in Jesus' blood and that protects you? What does that Bible belter identify with,the centurion that stabs Jesus' side? Now to get us used to being traced. Greenbacks are gonna disappear and your dealer is gonna have your info in their app. Out of town? Then download the app steering you to your closet local drug dealing spot. but until then y om the rich and give to the poor, the last mafioso not state sanctioned, no not Kevin Costner or even Robin Hood, but Salvatore Guiliano.

Go watch Francis Ford Coppola's "The Sicilian" if you want to watch a really crappy movie about Guiliano with no mention of that fact. My source, a Sicilian who drove me all around Germany so he schooled me on that. Fuck google search. But rent is going to be due. So what's you gonna do? I know some landlords are smoking crack and drinking while their beautiful daughter stays with them because they're out of work. You can't model now. Thanks landlord of my band mate, for doing that and not asking her for rent. But self medicating ain't gonna help. 99% of Landlords shouldn't die but they shouldn't get paid either. they are not our Lord and it ain’t their land. PROPERTY IS THEFT !. I'm talking about motherfuckers who would charge every human to breath if the could control the air around us. And what to do with them ? I’d suggest the Yugoslavian communist model of having the children of the 1% kill their parents if they want to live in a just society as opposed to Pence wanting U.S. to follow the Italian model of stop counting the dead. Now some will say “But now's not the time! To talk about this”. Too busy in isolation ? Or “We got to come together in this tragedy” By not having enough time to think of an alternative to the new normal ? Or by respecting the dead by ignoring them ? One NYC cop dies it's a big deal and all over the news. When 25 die they're a statistic. As for my view of the police I align myself in the same train of thought as Pier Pasolini. Now today Anarchists have someone like Cody Rutledge Wilson

but where are the Leon Czolgosz's ? He treated McKinley presidential the same way Lincoln and JFK were treated presidential. If it wasn't for Leon then we never would have had the only president with the balls to threaten to sic the U. S Army on the Coal Barron's and not striking miners.

But that president spoke softly and carried a big stick while today our president talks shit and thought it okay for America to get sick. Sicker then any other country out there today. China sure knew how to play Trump like a fiddle and all they needed was the best chocolate cake Trump ever ate. Don’t snicker at communism, it’s still going strong in China where they didn’t have to renounce religion because they don’t believe in God. God is dead and if you don’t know now you know. Where is our Nestor Makhnov?

Allowing prosperity for all while repulsing the 1% and greedy neighbors like Russia and Germany. Was Nestor Maknov the leader? No, just the head amongst equals. And what happened after a president last wielded power like Teddy Rooselvelt,

Americas most popular president of all time, well by 99% of it’s citizens at his time? Betrayed by Taft which opened the door for the KKK's Woodrow Wilson to be president. He instituted the banking system, The Fed, that insures the rich get richer and the poor get murdered as he presided over WWI plus the Spanish Flu and got rid of many unwanteds. Kinda like what’s going on today. Now History ain’t as big as religion here in Amerikkka so I’ll offer up a sermon or two;

If I were asked to answer the following question: What is slavery? and I should answer in one word, It is murder!, my meaning would be understood at once. No extended argument would be required to show that the power to remove a man's mind, will, and personality, is the power of life and death, and that it makes a man a slave. It is murder. Why, then, to this other question: What is property? may I not likewise answer, It is robbery!, without the certainty of being misunderstood; the second proposition being no other than a transformation of the first?

— Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, What is Property?[I]

That was some new testimonial for y’all

Ending it a real creation story

The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying 'This is mine', and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody."

DO THEY OWE US A LIVING ?

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO !

Peace Unto Us All,.... well 99.9% of us that is ;-)

#reaganyouth #easter #religion #pierre joseph proudhon

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cluelessmochi-blog · 7 years

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seat neighbor taehyung.

doesn't understand the concept of personal space && the fact that he's so tall and basically a tree with its branches hanging all over the place doesn't help either

so when he falls asleep

which is like 80% of the time

you have to deal with a sleeping taehyung on your shoulder or sprawled over the whole desk

and like

at first you brushed him off resulting in him yelping as his head fell onto the desk and he looked so offended and insulted it was kind of cute

but now

you don't mind bc he is handsome and somehow its cute b UT AT THE SAME TIME HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO STUDY WTH ???

but you kind of cope with it since you got used to it somehow ???

the other 20% in class is spent with him asking you for basically anything bc he has never something on himself

"can i pleasseee get a pen ??"

"um...would you mind giving me a piece of paper?"

and so on

so you just

give in && obey to his every will because how can you say no to this cute face ???

but when the person behind you even dares to ask, you will just say no and they're mostly like ?? why ??? while tae is like :^) and ur just like ???

basically, it's weird sitting next to tae since you're always short on stuff && confused about your life choices but it's also kind of comfy

like he is never annoying or late to class && most of the time he shows up ( even if he just sleeps for the whole hour )

you don’t even question his weird behaviour since u got used to it

its also nice bc you always have some music next to you

the reason is tae will always listen to music when he’s sleeping and it’s not even loud

but

since he’s so close while napping, you’ll always get to listen what he listens to

tbh it’s such a weird mix

it fits him

like sometimes it will be slow ballads

then full on hip-hop

there is no in between and it’s just like him

like he is either doing something really passionately or sleeping

that’s how you know him at least

however one day while he is soundly sleeping next to you, his head casually on your shoulder while you’re concentrating on thESE GODDAMN EQUATIONS LIKE WHAT IS MATH ???

so you were sitting there trying to understand the lesson while absentmindedly tapping your shoe to the rhythm of the song that taehyung’s been listening to

and then you notice

that this type of music is so different from the rest ?? like it’s kind of jazzy but so soothing

and it’s just instrumental

but you like it even though you’ve never heard it before

so after class you awkwardly walk up to him bc u never rlly talked before after class but it’s cool right ??

so you just

and it’s so awkward at first like taehyung doesn’t even notice you talking to him bc he’s too tall he cant hear u

no but srsly

you grow kind of impatient and just lightly tap him

and taetae has a thing for being dramatic so he whips around looking shook af and you just ?? what is this living meme ??

you straight up ask him what is this jazz song that he’s been listening to bc you found it so unfitting for his usual choice of music

and with straight up asking i mean stumbling over your own words like a mess bc college made you a mess now you live the mess life

and tae is too pure he doesn’t even question you knowing his taste in music even though the both of you are barely on first name basis

and he just kind of radiates all of a sudden ??

and you’re like holy shit what did i do

then you’re suddenly dragged out of the room and you want to scream bc what is hAPPENING ???

but you stay quiet since you’re interested and he clearly wants to show you somerthing ?? you guess ??

so after 5 minutes of strolling over the campus with kim taehyung as your guide

you find yourself back in a place you’ve probably been like 3 times ??

the official music room of the college

and you’re kind of stunned while only looking at everything, not noticing that tae is holding a literal saxophone in his hands

as soon as you notice you kind of question him even further ??

but knowing taehyung he’s probably just playing around like he does with his other friends

n O YOU DON’T STALK HIM SHUSH

back to the scene where the both of you are in the music room

so he just grins his rectangular grin while looking so proud and suddenly he starts playing

and you swear

your breathing stops for a second

reason one is you never heard such passionate and jazzy sounds being played live before you and only for you

and reason two is you never expected taehyung to be the person to show you something like that

don’t understand this wrong tho like you knew he is more than he seems to be because he’s sleeping 80% of the time and still doesn’t fail ?? lIKE HOW BOI U A WIZARD ??

no but you never expected this

so you just sit down on the ground while looking at this goof who was literally napping on your shoulder minutes ago

and now he is here

playing like a professional and giving you a private concert

and when he stops you’re somehow sad bc it was so beautiful and you kind of didn’t want it to end

you’re still staring at him completely surprised and shocked with your mouth agape while he’s grinning and out of breath

but he looks

so content

you can’t help but stare

and it’s not only the art he produced seconds ago you are so stunned by no it’s taehyung himself bc he literally is art

WOAH YOU’RE GETTING CHEESY SNAP OUT OF IT

and you’re the one who gets out of the daze first by taehyung jumping into your face with his cheery expression while screaming

“AND??”

and you’re like

omg om omgomg g

why is he like that

SO YOU JUST TRY TO MATCH HIS CHEERY ATTITUDE AND THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR LIKE

“YOU’RE PHENOMENAL!!”

since you’re not only talking about the music b uuuttt,,

anyways he just chuckles and yanks you up to stand again and suddenly he gets shy

“thank you...”

and you’re still like how ?????? why do u do this ???

you can’t help it he’s just so pure

that’s how you got introduced to saxophonist kim taehyung

and you bet your ass he is going to jump into your face after every lesson so you will accompany him to the music room

“(Y/N) !! I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR SO LONG LEMME SHOW YOU !!”

“KIM TAEHYUNG WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW!!”

“.....please ?”

“ok...”

aND YOU JUST CANT SAY NO OK

so you always get dragged to the music room after class ends and actually you don’t really mind because through this you get to know him better + you’re able to listen to this a+ fantastic music

you find out why he’s always so sleepy in class and it’s basically bc he always works on new music and mostly with his friends who have no classes in the morning

so he forgets to go to sleep

and you just kind of face palm but at the same time ?? it’s cute ?? it’s weird ??? it’s tae

also you get to know how much of a sucker for little kids he is when you have to take care of your nephew bc your sister is like sry gtg !!! and ur like im in college how should i take care of a child for a day ???

and it’s basically illegal but pshhh ur sister doesn’t care

so you come to the music room one day with this 4 year old boy who is so shy around you and you just ?? idk maybe tae will know what to do

and as soon as you enter the room with this kid tAE ALMOST COMBUSTS BC WHO IS THIS CUTIE RIGHT HERE ???

needless to say tae befriends the child so easily you’re like ?? wth ?? i’m his aunt

ur like :^( and tae is like :^) and the child is like :^))))))))

bc he literally starts to love taehyung and they’re playing around while you’re watching and ur kind of mad

but at the same time you’re happy

because iT’S SO CUTE

so when it’s time to say goodbye, tae’s heart breaks a little since he has to let go of this cute child even tho it’s only been like 2 hours he cAN’T

your sisters sees this and is like

“well if your boyfriend is so eager to take care of him, he shall visit his aunt more often!”

aND YOU JUST GO RED WHILE TAE GRINS FROM EAR TO EAR AND YOU JUST ASSUME THAT HE’S TOO OBLIVIOUS TO NOTICE THAT SHE BASICALLY CALLED YOU BOTH A COUPLE BC HE’S IN LOVE WITH THE KID

so as the both of them leave and you wave them goodbye you’re so nervous && embarrassed while your sister winks at you

you’re like ??? I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ??

and after that you don’t even talk about your sister calling taehyung your boyfriend because nobody brings it up so you just ?? shrug it off ?? even tho you’re somewhat sad ??

until one day tae doesn’t show up to class

and you assume he’s sick because he never skips classes

so then when a week passes without the two of you seeing each other

you get worried and start asking around on campus if somebody knows where he is

finALLY !!! someone helps you and it’s jungkook as you will later find out, tae’s roommate along with somebody named jimin b ut that’s later :)

so you get guided by jungkook to the boy’s dormitory and you feel so ouT OF PLACE ?? like everywhere are boys or girls who are in a relationship with a guy who’s living here

but anyways

you open the door and there is the tree you’ve been missing

sprawled on his bed with sheets and empty cups which were once filled with instant noodles covering his body

jungkook and you both sigh simultaneously bc honestly ?? he’s such a mess

“he’s been like this for the past week.”

u just look up to the other tall male and there are literal question marks in your eyes

jungkook just chuckled at you and shrugs

“you know musicians....they struggle. even when their muse is right in front of them.”

aND YOU’RE STILL LIKE ????

jungkook is like do we have a taehyung 2.0 or why is this girl not understanding what i’m saying

so he just grips your shoulder turns you to tae still being passed out and then back and kind of shakes you

“ HE LIKES YOU OK “

AND YOU’RE LIKE AAAAAAA

bc what is this rollercoaster of emotions ???

taehyung is getting up because the shouting of his roommate interrupted his peaceful slumber so he’s trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes while smacking his lips

and iT’S CUTE

he’s cute

and he’s like half asleep as he watches the both of you standing in the door frame

“who likes me ?”

AND KOOKIE IS AT THE VERGE OF EXPLOSION BC WHY DOES HE HAVE TO PLAY ARMOR

so he has enough and just pushes you on top of tae and leaves

pfft not his business

the scene was pretty hilarious, not for you tho

laying on top of each other in a sea of empty cup noodles and music sheets

and tae is stunned bc w HAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING HERE I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE WHAT

and ur like chill dude

b ut the only thing you get out is ‘hey’

AND HE’S THE SAME

and for the next two minutes, you just sit beside each other in silence and embarrassment bc ?? omg what

B UT THEN you decide it’s time to spill the tea because you’RE LIKE U KNOW FUCK IT

“soiheardyoulikemeilikeyoutooyourehonestlyreallycuteok”

and you speak so fast and are basically a tomato but he understands and just grins

so you’re like wha t

and he’s again :^)

tae randomly tackling you to the bed and you getting your breath knocked o UT HELP

and the both of you just stay like this for a while

however the peaceful silence is disturbed by tae teasing you

“you likeeeee meee”

“i can’t believe it either...”

and he’s like :^( all of a sudden

so you pANIC AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD BC WHAT TO DO SUNSHINE IS UNHAPPY

taehyung starts giggling like a little school girl bc he’s honestly so happy

AND THE LITTLE KISS

he takes it as an invitation to pepper your face with kisses b c HE’S SO HIGH ON SKINSHIP

and also remeber that he doesn’t understand personal space ? well yeah he really doesn’t

so yOU’RE LIKE STAHP

but it’s in a playful manner so just laugh and it’s so lovely and cute

and you never had imagined that kim taehyung would ever like you

bc honestly he is handsome !!!111 LIKE REALLY

even teachers sometimes hit on him

and he’s always nice

so you’re like h OW COME I DESERVE YOU

after play fighting with tae tae you ask where he’s been

and he becomes this shy bean again and rUBS HIS NECK AND IS LIKE

“i’ve liked you for a while now....and i wanted to confess. but in a special way you know ? i wanted to do it with a song.”

a ND YOU’RE ON THE VERGE OF CRYING BC HOW CAN SOMEBODY BE SO PURE ???

s O YOU JUST TACKLE HIM AGAIN AND HE CHUCKLES BC HE FINDS YOU SO ENDEARING AS WELL

ehem moving on

you find out that he finds it lacks something and gives you his headphones to listen to it

after a while you actually agree with him and he gets kind of sulky like ‘i knew it :^(’

b ut you’re quick to interject likE NO NO NO I MEAN IT’S BEAUTIFUL BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND COMPLETE

“hm....but why tho.”

“ you say it’s a confession right?”

you again turning red with the thought and h e nods

s O YOU JUST BLURT OUT

“well how ab out you singing i mean a confession is kind of through words and i like your voice it would be so ni ce.”

at first he looks at you in diseblief

then he’s thinking

then finding the idea ridiculous bc what ?? m Y VOICE ?? nononononon i can’t sing

but maybe jimin could sing the lyrics or even kookie ??

and ur like n O IT HAS TO BE YOU !!

and he whines bc whyyyyy

you’re just like you’re the one confessing right ?

“right...”

then you will sing !

at this moment: you: >:^) tae: >:^(

b ut you get what you want since you’re so pretty and cute and tae doesn’t know how to say no to a cute face like yours

and THE SONG IS PHENOMENAL JUST LIKE YOU EXPECTED IT TO BE

and each of the boys ( whom you got to know while producing tae’s confession song ) agrees and they’re in awe at taehyung’s beautiful && soothing voice

at the end you’re like i knew it !! and tae is like yeah ok babe you’re the best

and you want to complain but he kisses you so it’s okay i guess ??

so then you ask for the name of the song because everyone agrees that it should be put on soundcloud so everyone can listen to it

“(Y/N)”

“yeah ?”

“no...(Y/N) is the name of the song.”

“W A IT NO!!”

“why not ? the song is literally about you !! and it is still for you, so its name is (Y/N).”

“TAE!”

“it’s already uploaded it.”

“goddamnit taehyung.”

he’s so smiley then :^)

after that everyone officially knows you’re a couple because well iT’S QUITE OBVIOUS ISN’T IT ??

also the thirst for tae’s voice is real

and you’re always so proud of your boyfriend

sometimes you don’t even feel worthy of being his girlfriend bc he’s so talented and you’re just ?? well, you’re you nothing more

and it’s on one of your date nights ( you both are sitting in the boy’s dorm while watching disney movies) when you start crying

“ don’t cry babe,it’s just a movie albeit it’s still sa-”

“it’s not the movie, tae.”

then you start explaining all the doubt that’s been lingering within your mind these past months of being together and he’s seriously confused as to why you can’t see what he sees

so then he goes on to explain why he fell in love with you

“(Y/N). You’re my muse. My everything. Without you, I would have never been able to show my true potential. You were always there to support me and even kept up with my weird antics. You never gave up on me and pushed me to my limits. I love that. But I also love you as a person. I’ve watched you since day one, since you walked into the class for the first time and became my seat neighbor. You’re so smart and nice and always so...perfect. You’re my inspiration. I love you.”

aND NOW YOU’RE CRYING EVEN HARDER BC WOW

and tae doesn’t know what to do ??? like help me ???

but you just kiss him all of a sudden and then he knows that everything’s good

“I love you,too, Kim Taehyung. Saxophonist, musician, singer or whatever you’ll be in the future. I’ll alway love and support you. No matter what.”

aND HE JUST SQUIRMS AND SQUEAKS AND NEEDS TO HUG YOU SO BAD HE ALMOST CRUSHES YOU

but it’s fine

because that’s how taehyung is

~~~

A/N: i hope you liked this imagine list thingy ~ might turn it into a series upon requests ^^ but for now, have a nice day ♥ requests here

#bts imagine #bts scenario #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts #bts fake texts #bts college #bts smut #bts v #bts taehyung #bts kim taehyung #bangtan

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travelingwhilegay-blog · 6 years

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North Bend, Oregon-TWG Experience

Hi Tumblr world. I am a 28 year old chick living in Portland with my Partner. For her job, we travel around Washington and Oregon. I thought it might be helpful to share some of our experiences in these areas including; motels, eateries, scenery, and general feel.

So, first off, I run a digital nonprofit, which allows me to accompany her on her work trips. I’m from California and have spent significant time in West Africa, East Asia, Central America, and Central Europe. My travel style is shoestring budget and my motto might be “figure it out when I get there.” I have no allergies and have a low concern for safety. This changes around my partner.

Rebecca (my partner, she’s awesome!), has severe mold and mildew allergies, allergies to cats, small animals, and most of your usual food allergies. She is from DC and is wicked smart and kind.

We are both Cis, and yes, we love each other... in that way. We have two Cavalier Spaniel dogs, Mr. Bingley (Bing Bing) and Mr. Darcy (Om Nom Chompsky, Gingie, Brown Cow), and yes, she is allergic to them, just a bit.

The inspiration for this trip was this weekend. On Sunday, we embarked on a 4 hour trip to North Bend/Coos Bay. Obviously, we stopped at our favorite bakery on the way and grabbed some of the daily pastries. Becca thought she forgot her wallet, so we drove back to Portland to realize that her cards were in a coat pocket in the trunk.... Round two, we embark again for North Bend.

After driving Forrrrrrreeeeevvvvveeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr, we start seeing the lights of Coos Bay. We booked the cheapest thing we could find in North Bend that was a chain and we thought would be convenient for our needs. We were staying at the Quality Inn on Virginia Ave across from the Human Bean. At this hotel, there is a LARGE fee for having a dog, let alone 2, fortunately, Bing Bing is an Emotional Service Animal-he can accompany us in hotels without a pet fee.

Upon entering our room, there was a musky, damp, stale smell that smacked each of us in the face. The carpet was incredibly dirty, though it is a dark carpet with dim lighting and so hard to see until you took a wet paper towel and touched it (we spilled a cup of water and were mopping it up). To add to that, the heater/AC did not work and when it tried to kick into to gear, it would rumble and spit our dust.

The grass court yard in the middle was nice to have, though the door on either side of the room was concerning. Our neighbors smoked next to the windows and doors even after I asked them to relocate. We were not happy with our stay there and we woke up each morning ( 2 mornings) with puffy eyes, sinus head aches, and light fevers. For Becca, a small amount of mold and mildew can cause this, however I have no allergies and the mold has to be potent for me to have a reaction.

The continental breakfast was met with mixed feelings. I ate a bagel one day and made a waffle the other. I enjoyed the yogurt and the orange juice. The eggs were watery and the bacon was limp and fatty. Becca tried some of the pastries, the fruit, and the coffee, she said, “pastries are dry and lacking flavor, fruit was not ripe yet, and coffee as rough.”

Moving on to the town, Becca and I walked around as friends.... we didn’t hold hands, didn’t kiss in public, and refrained from using pet names in front of people, and kept it cool. We are not usually a couple to hide being together, however, in a new place, we want to make sure it is safe to be out. We have had other experienced that have been less than positive and sometimes dangerous.

Along the lines of safety, we received strange looks, even while keepin it discrete. We received a strange look from the woman who checked us in at the Quality Inn and at a few restaurants, even having a waitress turn around from walking towards us and going to another table instead.

The beaches were fantastic, we went to a beach every opportunity we had and rarely ran into anyone else. Apparently November is a great time to be at the Oregon Coast. On the coast, we did not run into any issues.

A note on food, at Tai’s Chinese, the Egg Flower soup was delicious, if a little too thick, and the pot stickers were good. Outside of those two, everything else needed more spice, flavor, and more heat. Nothing we ate down there was better than mediocre except the the jellies from Cranberry Sweets.

Overall, Beach was spectacular and the food was on the struggle bus. The people seemed indifferent or politely passively uncomfortable with the whole same sex/gender loving thing, hahaha. I would say this is a safe place to go as a solo traveler and as a Q couple. Invest in a slightly better hotel or stay in Coos Bay, aka, don’t stay at the Quality Inn.

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smackyouinthefacehurt-blog · 7 years

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What the F@$%!

So I am 43 years old when I post this. I live life very much in the present. I am kind of scared of some things. Like not being around long enough to see my children have children, or to see them purchase their first house, or to see them get married to their true loves. My life seems like it's spiraling out of control because I don't have control of how my body reacts anymore. Stress!! Can this be the very one killer of life? I may very well just be stressed forever and learn that death is right on my door. But you know what a lot of my elders have shown me and taught me, or rather what I have learned? You can't control living. All you have control over is how you choose to live. Confusing right? But let me put this into perspective. You know you are you. You know your likes and dislikes. You kind of know what you would like to do to earn a living, but sometimes or most time you don't have too many choices in that. Or do you? I was a film director, a television producer, a photographer, a writer ( maybe still am), a finance person, a sketch artist for fashion. But definitely, what I know I love to do, is help people. Guide people. Help people find their way. That I LOVE to do. I am presently a therapist. I love my job, my career, my hobby. What I know I can do is so much more. I have given birth to two wonderful men. Thriving and secure. I am in love with one of the most smartest, savviest, handsomest, and rugged men on this planet. Not only did I thank him for fighting for our country, but I thanked him for making it his career. I can fight for what is me. But what is me is even more than what I just described. What is me is stress free. Life can be lived stress free. Just tune out the noise, do what you love every single day, and make it your own. Make working out a thing you desire. Make getting chiseled abs FUN! Make learning about life something that's part of your own DNA, and stop worrying if a scan came out negative or positive or dumb or smart. Enjoy the water on your skin. Enjoy the brushing of your teeth. Enjoy a crisp apple. Enjoy conversation with everyone you meet. Just be present and enjoy. I walked around my backyard this morning...picking up my dog's poop. I walked around twice. I loved it because I was one with the birds, the bugs, the dirt, the trees. I have a new neighbor. A cat. He/she, seems pretty friendly and happy to visit every so often. I will feed this cat because I believe they need some love. But mostly maybe we need to know each other. I like my life. I like the flow. I like the temper. I like this world. There will always be despair, fighting, arguing. But one thing, there are nicer, kinder, wonderful things about life too. Enjoy it. Enjoy them. Don't feel guilty. If you won't, someone else will enjoy your life. Do it for those who can't right now. Do it for those who are having tough times and need a break. Do it because it's your time and you deserve it. You're not closing your eyes to despair; just opening others eyes to hope. How great is life!! Love life! By the way I'm writing this because I may have the cancer gene. I'm waiting on some blood results. When they come in, I will be ok with either decision. That's life. Hope is the number one breathe to life. The prana, the om!

I will have my breasts removed. I am going to look different, but I will be myself always. Fun, loving, happy. That reminds me, I need to go to the gun range...I like to shoot. So. Life, struggles, giggles, sadness, hardships, life, love, struggles, giggles, sadness, hardships, hopefulness ~ love life! I will post the results. Boobies counter:

Mammogram- 3 x started when I was 37. Yup skipped a few in between. But still got em done since I turned 40. Missed the last one by almost a year.

Breast scan: 1

Cysts: 4-5 benign left boob

Cancer cells: ___? Waiting...

Calcified specs: dust size tiny.. 2

Brca1 brca2 test: 1 waiting on results🤞☠😷😇

Vacation: 🏖 soon!!

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janiklandre-blog · 7 years

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

9:50 a.m. - the noisy Chinese are messing up the computers, not turning them off, on this here all the Chinese ads - and before too long the Chinese couple watching their loud movies with religious devotion may show up again - I must get an Asus for upstairs - everything takes me so long. Anyway, yesterday turned out to be a good day - I walked out, icy rain, but Pierre was out shoveling, asked if I could take a picture - I asked what button, he said, just say Kimtchi - never knew you could program a phone to a word command to take pictures. He also took a picture of me - so there is a document I was out in the storm named Stella.

Once again, the roads perfect for cars - sidewalks sketchy - my filthy rich neighbors don't touch their sidewalk, I was sinking into deep snow, slowly and surely made it to the deli on the corner of 4th and second - just found out they already have 5 branch stores - but they did not have the NYT - I thought the paper had not made it - a man greeted me enthusiastically by name - I had to ask him where we had met and what his name was - at the Bean, he said, his name is Roger, he is a Britisher and unemployed photographer - he let me hold his arm and walked me home.

I added a shot of vodka left by a friend to my cranberry juice and took a wonderful nap - a friend called then and said the nyt hat made it to their house - so I set out again - most treacherous crossing on 4th Street and Bowery - really dangerous - made it to deli on corner of 3rd and second ave - they are a lot more reliable about the paper. Read long story about Germans searching their souls about owning looted art - a new generation - the art market, all the art made by starving artists now worth millions - so much sold for peanuts by fleeing Jews and also others - a name made me think of a one time German friend, I.G.to whom I have not talked for ages, she is sometimes friendly and sometimes rude - yesterday she was very friendly and we had a long talk. Long story. She is very happy in the apartment her landlord bought and is letting her live there at her old rent, West Village, I have had friends there - she says she hardly goes out any more she spends much time talking to relatives in Europe, she has a flat rate - not a way for me to spend time. We did do a bit of reminiscing.

Then my friend called on the cell phone - practical since I never got call waiting, hate it - she came over, enthused by a story of a trip taken to the protest in North Dakota - got me to to reminiscise about the Rainbow Family - that I became involved with in 1992 - the 20th anniversary after the son of Judith Malina and Beck - Living Theater - put out a call for a July 4th gathering on a plateau in a national forest in Colorado - to sit in a large circle and chant Om - thousands came, gas was still cheap, jalopies cheap to register, many states not requiring insurance (New Hampshire still does not, I drove uninsured jalopies for years) - and the Rainbow Familiy became an important movement, now you can google it. I never went to a national gathering - too big for me - my best sojourn at a regional gathering outside of Ithaca, N.Y. - fond memories.

So the day passed very fast and pleasantly - by close to midnight I finally finished reading the nyt - in the science section item on young care givers - how many unexpectedly get drawn into giving care to ailing people - what my mother expected me to do. Yet, by refusing to take care of my father, who had been a loving and good companion to her from the 20's in Vienna, the years in Koeln where I was born, in Prague during the war and in Munich until 1951 when he left days after I left and my mother divorced him. Nearly a quarter of a century he was a loving and kind companion - the father of the child she so much wanted - yet when he got ill. diagnosed with Parkinsons - 1962? - the year Robert and I returned from Geneva to New York - my mother dismissed him- did not take care of him for a day. Yet in revenge on me for not coming to take care of her, she killed herself in 1982. My father made a suicide attempt in 1963 while I was in Europe - the seven years he still lived were harsh - I have often cried at night thinking about him in those last seven years of his life. I could not deal with it - came once to Europe in 1965 I believe and did not go to Germany to see either of my parents. It was also a time of great turmoil for me.

I do understand others who cannot deal with the lonely decline of their parents - I am thinking of Stephen W. with whom I drove in 2007 to Lebanon, Virginia (border of Tennessee) where he said goodbye to his mother in a sad nursing home (I do have a video I took of him saying goodbye to her, no interest so far) - and then he went over the edge - refusing to see any of his lovely family and most of his old friends, including me.

Yes, ailing parents are not easy to deal with - and I watch my sons now, watching me decline - they offered to get me application forms to old age housing in their parts. The one in Amherst is lovely and many years ago a woman by the name of Mary Wentworth - a very active activist whom I met joining a woman in black vigil in Amherst - who lives in that housing - made me get an application - dreadfully long it is buried in the very back of some drawer. I was lucky to get into this here housing by a fluke described yesterday - never filled out a form - my once upon a time mother in law had to get a physical exam - for years no one had known about her prolapsed bladder - they made her have an operation to get into Isabella House on 190th street - where she got one furnished room - and also lived with the threat of a transfer to a part for sicker people. The redeeming feature: the mother of Kissinger lived there - the dining room was elegant, she began to take me and proudly introduced me as her daughter in law - while her son was not giving me a penny. Her sons and daughters in law and also her granddaughter, who died young, all were busy making their millions - I was the only visiting her.

In any event - when my sons suggested subsidized housing in their neighborhood - I realized that for the past 17 years there has been much I don't like about government subsidized housing - how I would love to live in a private house - my long time dream - still not quite ready to give it up. Many people do die in the house where I now live - very discretely - their bodies removed in the dead of night, no announcement - it's all a bit weird. So, that is what I read about in the nyt - how many people do tend to the ailing. I never have. Who will tend to me, I wonder. And do worry about the day when I might need greater assistance than I need now.

Part of getting old and older. Last night my grandson called - he had offered on Monday to do shopping for me, luckily I could do it myself - to have breakfast this morning. I suggested my apartment - his reluctance made me aware, how little I've been able in those 17 years to turn it into "a home" - and after enjoying the inn in Amherst suggested the hotel next door - easy to reach - he googled, found out coffee $4.50 a coup, a sandwich $38 - well luckily at the inn in Amherst I got coffee, orange juice and delicious blueberry pancakes doused in maple syrup and butter - and the bill came to less than $20. Of course compare to Mocha where for years and years I had a lovely breakfast for $5 including tip - and - in squatter years, there were the breakfast specials for $2.50 - endless coffee, juice, two eggs, toast, salad - and rent less than $300 - the squatters living for free - oh well - and all this - well, more than 20 years ago. I guess there were times in history when things did remain more or less the same for longer periods. Wars always disrupted.

It's 11 a.m. - the Chinese woman came by herself - she is watching the movie very silently - only her husband insists on watching it loud, loud, loud. Nasty. Will call my G.P. (greneral practitioner - called primary doctor - like her, but don't trust her) - need to see her for cataracts - clearence - she'll be happy, she always encourages me to come so she can charge medicare - perhaps I'll venture up the avenue - see what she has to say. She has been very accessible - one person I took to her really likes her, the French aristocrat wanted to sue her - unable to grasp that she was treating her for free, when she signed up for a an HMO that did not cover this doctor - then of course it did turn out she had a brain tumor - unhappily she returned to Paris to her nine brothers and sisters - never got to a computer again, expects us to call her on her cell phone, terribly expensive. Hope she is well - she is keeping her apartment here, I think a Spanish almost nun, lives there - and we may well see her again - demanding, yet willing to clean toilets - a true aristocrat.

Enough said for one day. Must be very careful on the icy streets. Adios, Marianne

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[OM!] Domestic Ship Meme: Satan/MC

//sure thing Satan-anon ;)

[Domestic Ship Meme]

who reaches out to new neighbors

Satan is your boy-wonder in making connections everywhere he goes. By the time you get home the week after you move into a new neighborhood, your neighbors are cheerfully greeting you and giving you baked goods-- gushing about how adorable the two of you are and how you’re more than welcome to knock on their door to ‘return the favor’ because Satan already invited them once.

When you ask Satan about it, he plays it off as not a big deal. This is just a natural part of his charm-- and well, you get free food from it, so you aren’t about to complain.

who remembers to buy healthy food + junk food

Both of you do! The two of you work together to remember what the other doesn’t. Satan’s big on nutrition facts and you’re well-versed with what you normally need to eat just based off experience. He’s the type to get you to buy a vegetable of every color to get the proper vitamins you need-- you like it when your food has color so it’s a win-win.

For junk food, you’re more likely to buy it, but Satan’s prone to buying junk food for you if you happen to forget.

who fixes the oven when it breaks

Satan does-- he’s probably read up all the possible instructions in a book or online that tells him how to fix the oven, and he has no problems getting down and dirty to fix it when it breaks.

Given, of course, this oven is your shared oven. If this was the House of Lamentation oven, count him out-- unless you ask him to help, of course.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

You water the plants, and the both of you feed the pets. Satan especially would dote on your pets if they were cats-- to the point you’re a little jealous and slightly concerned about whether you’re spoiling your cats too much with gourmet wet food. You always end up watering the plants because Satan forgets. He’s busy reading his books and, quite frankly, they aren’t cats, so he’s liable to just forget to water them for days on end and end up killing them.

who wakes up earlier

it’s a competition to see who can sleep the latest smh

Regardless of whether you sleep late or stay up with him, chances are Satan can and will go some days without sleeping, or at least stay up until dawn trying to finish a book. I mean, sometimes, it really be like this:

So normally, you’re the one who wakes up earlier-- probably hours later before Satan does, and you always think it’s cute every time he wakes up drowsily, blearily opening his eyes and calling out your name slowly.

who makes the bed

Satan does! He usually doesn’t really care about making his room too neat, but since the two of starting living together, he’s started to care just a bit more. Also, he tends to leave the bed later than you do, so it’s usually up to him.

who makes the coffee

You do, only because Satan doesn’t drink coffee.

If you do prefer tea over coffee like he does, he’ll gladly make a cup for you, choosing your favorites and brewing them. Just don’t expect them in the morning haha he’ll gladly make it for you in the afternoon or evening.

who burns breakfast

Neither or both-- there is no in-between. Satan is pretty attentive when it comes to his cooking duties, and you’re not keen on wasting any food or burning any of it either. When you’re in the kitchen together cooking, there is an immensely greater chance that something will be burnt because the two of you are too busy making conversation or continuing your morning trysts.

Satan’s definitely the type of guy to wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck until you’re unbearably ticklish and entirely focused on him.

A fire probably started on the stove behind the two of you and neither of you noticed earlier because you were too busy making out.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

You can do whatever you’re doing in the house and Satan will never fail to come up to you and press a kiss to your brow. “I’ll be back soon,” he tells you, touching you on your shoulder, elbow, or lower back briefly before leaving the house.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

It’s a ritual going out and coming home-- the little kisses you give each other. Satan really does prefer the kisses he gets when he comes home though-- they tend to be more thorough, less rushed, where you can bury your hands into his hair and tilt your head to press a kiss to his lips.

“Hey there, handsome,” you say with a lilt of teasing. “Welcome back.”

“I missed you,” Satan tells you every time, and he means it every time. And he always ends up smiling into his kisses.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Satan brings home so many things to you that you’re thinking of installing another bookshelf just to keep all of the memorabilia. Sometimes it’s travel gifts from friends that visit that he thinks is fascinating and tells you all about them. Other times, it’s things he encounters during the day. Maybe a bouquet of roses from a florist he walked past today or little lucky cat trinket that caught his eye when he was talking to a friend. The man is always on a look out for something that you will like or at least amuse you.

It’s endearing how much he’ll do just to see you laugh.

who picks the movie for movie night

The two of you switch off. Satan wouldn’t want to deprive of you of the choice to pick out your favorite movies, especially if they’re of different genres from his favorite ones. Actually kind of likes the days when you get to choose because it gives him a little insight on what you like, what you find important, what themes do you gravitate towards? Movie nights in general give him a chance to discuss these types of things with you.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

Satan looooooves watching mysteries and documentaries of all kinds. Definitely a nerd for Sherlock Holmes (probably his hero) and other variations of them like Detective Conan and Elementary. He also likes crime shows too as long as they’re done right. Documentaries are basically books with a visual and Satan adores being able to learn about all there is about the world.

Very intrigued by thought-provoking movies in general but enjoys the occasional rom-com and horror movie.

who first suggests a pillow fort

You do! Satan doesn’t get it at first, but after the first time you guys make one and spend the night in the dim lights, he’s hooked and he starts suggesting it more on relaxing days.

who builds the pillow fort

The both of you do! Like most of your lives together, it’s a combined effort that the two of you manage to create a pillow fort to an intense scale, possibly using all the pillows in your house. Satan loves it when the two of you just spend time in the fort talking to each other. If you end up sleeping, he has no problems just having your head on his lap, hand absently brushing through your hair and the other hand holding his book.

who tries to distract the other during the move

You do it more often than Satan does because he’s usually more engrossed in the movie than you are. Sometimes you don’t even notice that you’re doing a pretty decent job distracting him, putting your hand on his chest as you lie on his shoulder and curling your fingers against him. Or when you take his hand into your lap and start tracing lines in them, curling up your legs and wrapping them around his.

He’ll look over to you a little confused in the middle of the movie when you do this. If you do it on purpose, he’ll flush and clear his throat and try to focus on the movie... just a little more. (Though, to be honest, there are times where he just does NOT notice.) If he notices that you’re actually invested in the movie but still somewhat distracting... just by being you, he’ll actually be WAY more flustered because what the hell is he that smitten with you?

Probably has a hard time trying to focus on the movie after that and starts to distract YOU instead.

who falls asleep first

You fall asleep first. If it’s in bed, in the pillow fort, in the backyard when you were looking at stars, Satan always lets you sleep. If it’s cold, he’ll take off his jacket to drape it on your shoulders and just enjoy being in the moment with you by his side.

His mind always drifts to how lucky he is to be where he is now.

who is big spoon/little spoon

You’re little spoon more often than not. It just happens that way because you fall asleep first and when Satan climbs into bed with you, he puts his arm around you waist and keeps you there.

If you really want to be big spoon, you’d have to tell him and you’d have to lie in bed together. Doesn’t mean you won’t fall asleep first, but your arms are around HIM first so he stays put because he doesn’t want to wake you up... and also because he kind of likes it. Kinda blushy even when he’s reading his book.

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