#(and not like they were the last 23 hours in a classic car with bags of potato chips)

[qapsiel]

// I'm writing Cas since October 2023 and he STILL doesn't have a girlfriend, where are they, are they hiding 😔

#( ooc ) #(Cas gladly bangs both Winchester brothers) #(but sometimes u want soft bodies that smell nice) #(and not like they were the last 23 hours in a classic car with bags of potato chips)

[kayliemusing]

42: top 3s

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors - classic vanilla, birthday cake/birthday batter, bubblegum

2: Top 3 Disney Movies - Mulan, Onward, Soul (but this changes frequently lol)

3: Top 3 vacation destinations - I've never been outside of my home country so I'll say my top 3 DREAM destinations: NYC, Hawaii, a random countryside in either France or the UK

4: Top 3 places to shop - Dynamite, Sephora, Winners/Homesense

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take - English/anything creative writing related, Interior Decorating/Design, Communications?

6: Top 3 make up products - YSL Touche Eclat Foundation, literally any Mac Lipstick but it has to be matte, & Fenty Beauty contour stick

7: Top 3 music artists - Taylor Swift - Of Monsters and Men - The Lumineers

8: Top 3 spices/herbs - Cinnamon - Nutmeg (literally tastes like autumn) - Paprika

9: Top 3 drinks - Diet Coke - Hot Chocolate - Vanilla Bean Frappe

10: Top 3 apps to use - Instagram - Pinterest -iBooks

11: Top 3 months of the year - May, October, December

12: Top 3 clothing items - My black/white turtle neck, high waisted jeans, plaid blazer

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows - Bones, Supernatural, Brooklyn Nine Nine

14: Top 3 romantic dates - (I've never been on a date but if I had, it would be this) Evening walk, late night drive, late night coffee date (tbh anything at night feels romantic)

15: Top 3 kinds of flower - Water lilies, cherry blossoms, roses

16: Top 3 christmas movies - A Christmas Carol (2009), Home Alone, The Polar Express

17: Top 3 OTPs - Nesta and Cassian from ACOTAR series by SJM, Manon and Dorian from Throne of Glass series by SJM, Casteel and Poppy from From Blood and Ash series by JLM.

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life - "I write not to find, but to leave" by Scherezade Siobhan - "I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know" by Catherynne M. Valente - "The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get" by Joanna Hoffman.

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself - my kindness bc it's not surface level kindness, but actually something deeply rooted within me - my resilience even tho sometimes it doesn't feel like resilience - my loyalty bc it is a hard as steel kind of loyalty

20: Top 3 kinds of candy - Maltesers, Kit kats, smarties

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active - Walking, dancing, mowing the lawn/shoveling the sidewalk

22: Top 3 spirit animals - wolf, hummingbird, tiger (i googled it bc i didn't know and i was scared it was a joke but)

23: Top 3 petnames - I like 'lovebug', 'love', 'sweetheart'

24: Top 3 books read outside of school - The Hating Game by Sally Thorne, A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas but viewers discretion is advised, Crush by Richard Siken

25: Top 3 most used websites - Youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest

26: Top 3 people you last texted - my mom, my bestie megan, and my sister bc they're the only people i text...

27: Top 3 hashtags you use - the only time i use hashtags is if i'm trying to promote some of my writing so I'll usually use writingcommunity, writersonig, poetryonig lol

28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow - Trista Mateer, Griefmother, obviously taylor swift

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures - buzzfeed quizzes, early 2000s music, romance novels

30: Top 3 summer activities - Going to the zoo, long evening walks, campfires and s'mores

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle - hearts, flowers, random swirls bc it's the only thing i can doodle...

32: Top 3 aesthetics - cityscape aesthetic, autumn aesthetic, rustic aesthetic

33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars - a new car, a condo, another cat

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself - facial, a large bag of maltesers, buying the makeup i really want but have been putting off

35: Top 3 celebrity crushes - Evan Peters, Matthew Daddario, henry cavill

36: Top 3 books from your childhood - Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, The Big Friendly Giant by Roald Dahl, and Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmens

37: Top 3 accents to hear - Australian, super poshy british accent, new zealand accent

38: Top 3 scents - Fresh rain, vanilla, sweet cinnamon pumpkin from bath and body works

39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes - "WE WERE ON A BREAK" -Ross, "Guess things were just going too well for me" -also ross, and "it's so exhausting waiting for death" - phoebe

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors - tbh I haven't tried that many cupcakes so your typical vanilla, chocolate, and Pink Lady Cupcake from Babycakes Cupcakery

41: Top 3 fruits - Pomegranates, Strawberries, Raspberries

42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from - Pizzahut, Dominos, Pizza73

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch - i don't

44: Top 3 crayola colors - uh, i guess red, purple, and pink??

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college - Certificates/Degrees in Copyediting and Creative Writing, and I think simply just deeper critical thinking skills when it comes to writing and books

46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read - I read more books than fanfics, I've read a couple on tumblr but don't remember the names sorry :/

47: Top 3 people you miss right now - my dad, my best friend bc she's in vancouver, taylor swift bc she's not on tumblr anymore rip

48: Top 3 fears - Failure, Loss, not achieving anything in life/not reaching my full potential

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices - Foreshadowing is always god tier, cliffhangers although evil i love those too, symbolism

50: Top 3 pet peeves - People dragging their shoes on the floor when they walk, when you tell someone your fav hobby/music artist/interest and they immediately go 'oh I hate X!', and people who go 'you're so quiet!!!' but in a way that draws in more attention and/or makes me feel more uncomfortable like i would literally rather die

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive - Hands, nice hair, defined jawlines

52: Top 3 bad habits - Nailbiting, picking at my blemishes oops, lip biting

53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have - Cats bc they complete me, I've always wanted a Samoyed, and I've always wanted a turtle

54: Top 3 types of foreign food - Chicken Chow Mein, deep fried shrimp, japanese chicken wings

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime - 'I quit', 'I love you', 'you changed my life'

56: Top 3 dog breeds - Samoyed, german shepherds, collies

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies - You've Got Mail, How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, 10 Things I Hate About You

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak - French, Sign, and maybe Japanese?

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) - The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black, A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas (but literally only for Cassian and Nesta), From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L Armentrout

60: Top 3 pizza toppings - Mushrooms, alfredo sauce, pineapple

61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to - Game Grumps, Charlotte Dobre, Megan Batoon

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas - I want to get a tattoo on my wrist of the last thing my dad ever wrote me, a hummingbird tattoo right next to it, and then a cross on my index finger

63: Top 3 awards you want to win - National Book Awards, Nobel Prize, and maybe even Goodreads Choice Awards lol

64: Top 3 emojis - Laugh/Crying emoji, the please sir emoji that kinda gives off those puss n boots eyes, and the stars emoji

65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning - 1970s Chev Impala, tbh a cute little Hyundai Venue, and maaaaybe the 1964 ferarri 250 gt luso (idk if that name was totally right but i had to do tons of googling to find it. i don't know a lot about cars and i don't really have a top 3 lol)

66: Top 3 authors - Right now I'm really into Sarah J Maas, Sally Thorne, and Holly Black maybe?

67: Top 3 historical figures - Jesus, Anne Frank, Vincent Van Gogh

68: Top 3 baby names - Ryder, Leila, Gracie

69: Top 3 DIYs - Candles, refurnishing old furniture (i.e. my mom and i painted our wooden garbage can), and really just any type of autumn diy

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors - Strawberry/Banana, Mango, Strawberry-Mango

71: Top 3 songs of this month - Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish, Biblical by Calum Scott, and Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked - I did them all bc I made it a survey instead of an ask meme ;)

73: Top 3 villains - Regina/The Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time, Cruella De Vil, and Moriarty from Sherlock

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see - Montreal, NYC, Vancouver (honorable mention: LA)

75: Top 3 recipes you want to try - different kind of salad and/or burger bowls, Stuffed bell peppers, and homemade lemon loaf

76: Top 3 dream jobs - Bestselling author, the person who runs a companies social media accounts, youtuber/blogger

77: Top 3 lucky items - tbh don't have one

78: Top 3 traditions you have - Christmas Eve Service and if I don't go to that at least incorporating reading the christmas story on christmas day or eve, idk if this counts as tradition but going to the corn maze every fall, and whenever it's easter/christmas/thanksgiving we always have a big meal w/ family

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid - reckless abandon, dreaming about growing up with hopefulness and no dashed hopes, experiencing holidays like halloween and christmas as a kid

80: Top 3 harry potter characters - I've never read or watched Harry Potter rip (ok well i saw the first and second (and maybe third?) movie in the sixth grade I think) but I think I really liked Hermoine, Harry obviously and Dobby

81: Top 3 lies you were told - i don't have 3, but this one has a story but basically when my sister and i were in elementary school my sister got hit by a car and so the insurance thing was that she would recieve 10k when she was 18 and as a child i thought that was unfair so my dad told me that my sister had to split it with me when we were 18 lmao obviously that didn't happen (i think i realized that wasn't true in middle school)

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now - Pictures of my cat, one of my sister in a hilarious filter, and a picture of my rocking my TS merch

83: Top 3 turn ons - Kindness, defined jawline, easy going

84: Top 3 turn offs - arrogance, unkempt, super loud and obnoxious

85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read - I don't read much of those so I'll tell you some sites I love for writing purpose's: there's Wellstoried, justwriterlythings, springhole.net (which is filled with generators if you're stuck and also tons of infomation and advice)

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier - that toad in Mario Party was wearing a mushroom hat and that it is actually not his head, that immaculate means 'clean' before i misused that word like several times over the years, and that the one turn i always take on my way to work where i thought everyone didn't know how to drive was actually bc i didn't have the right of way rip me

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes - the one episode where spongebob and patrick find a ghost ship, that one episode where they form a bikini bottom band and perform it at a football game in a little fish tank, and the one episode where squidward has his first snowball fight

88: Top 3 places to be in the world - I'd love to be in NYC, Montreal, or Hawaii

89: Top 3 things you'd do differently - I would not have applied for RDC, similarly I should have just paid the 500 dollars to the one certificate program I wanted to do instead of overthinking it, and I wish I wouldn't have ended a friendship the way I did

90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood - Spongebob Squarepants, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana

91: Top 3 meals you love - Turkey Burgers, Chilli, and Instant Pot Chicken Tortilla Soup

92: Top 3 kinds of tea - i don't drink tea

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments - one time in sixth grade I tripped and fell right on my face in front of my crush, this other time like a couple years ago i opened the door to my car and only realized much too late while i was staring at this random family that it was not my car, and when i went to the gas station to get gas and couldn't get my gas lid on my car opened and this guy had to help me which was already embarrassing enough but then the gas pump wouldn't work so i had to go inside to pay just to realize i forgot my wallet and had to shamefully walk back to my car and then run back inside the convenience store and then pay and then walk back to my car and finally fill my tank.

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate - Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain - have an existential crisis, pretend you're in a music video, walk through puddles like you're six again

96: Top 3 things to do in the snow - Sledding, Build a snowman, shovel it even tho you don't want to

97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o - phone, keys, wallet

98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see - Jurassic World 3, Hotel Transylvania: Transformania bc i'm a child, and the animation of the addams family

99: Top 3 art mediums - Writing fiction/poetry, painting, music

100: Top 3 museums you've been to - Royal Tyrell Museum, Canadian History one in edmonton lol, and heritage park in calgary

101: Top 3 school memories - Middle school dances when the popular kids would grind to the song "Low" which was always an interesting experience, in the twelfth grade at winter formal when we all shouted "SHUT UP AND DANCE!" at the same time when they played Shut Up and Dance, and the day i left

102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss - School, my sisters ex, 2016 bc she was a rough year yikes

103: Top 3 pick up lines - "My name is Will. God's Will.", "I'd like to take you to the movies but they don't like you bring your own snacks", "are you from tennessee bc you're the only 10 i see"

104: Top 3 sports to watch - none of them

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs - all too well - exile - coney island

#survey

[swanlake1998]

Article: The Radiant Sarah-Gabrielle Ryan: Why She's One to Watch at Pacific Northwest Ballet

Date: March 1, 2021

By: Marcie Sillman

Hollywood could make a movie about Sarah-Gabrielle Ryan's big break at Pacific Northwest Ballet.

It was November 2017, and the company was performing Crystal Pite's film-noir–inspired Plot Point, set to music by Bernard Hermann from Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. Ryan, then a first-year corps member, originally was understudying the role of another dancer. But when principal Noelani Pantastico was injured in a car accident, Ryan was tapped to take over her role.

Ryan had danced featured roles before, including Maria in Jerome Robbins' West Side Story Suite. But she had just one day to learn Pite's choreography. It was a daunting task, but she was determined not to squander her shot. After a session in the studio with Pantastico, Ryan went home and rehearsed for hours in her living room. "I learned the hell out of that role," she laughs.

Her hard work paid off. When she hurtled onto the stage, draped in a gray trench coat, she stared at the body sprawled on the floor, turned to the audience, her dark eyes opened wide in shock, and let out a horrified scream. The audience was rapt.

"The expectation was that we'd throw her onstage and she'd be tentative," says Pacific Northwest Ballet artistic director Peter Boal. "But she gave a really strong performance."

Ryan's success in Plot Point led to a string of featured roles at PNB, from the Sugarplum Fairy in George Balanchine's The Nutcracker to work by David Dawson and Donald Byrd. But Ryan is no overnight sensation; her success is the result of years of training, discipline and a passion for her art form. That passion also buoyed her during an on-going struggle with body-image issues, and her decision to establish her career a continent away from her close-knit Philadelphia family.

Early Successes—and Struggles

Ryan, now 23, has been dancing since she was 3 years old, when her parents enrolled her in tap, jazz and ballet classes at a local dance studio. At age 5, her teacher recommended she pursue more rigorous ballet training at Philadelphia's acclaimed Rock School for Dance Education.

Ryan flew up the levels there, and by the age of 12, she'd advanced to the top, the youngest student in her classes. Although she held her own with high-school–aged peers, Ryan knew she was different. "Everyone was older," she says. "You were expected to look a certain way, but I was still going through puberty!"

That didn't stop Pennsylvania Ballet, which then did not have an affiliated school, from casting Ryan in its annual Nutcracker. Ryan was 10 when she danced her first role, a toy soldier. Miami City Ballet School director Arantxa Ochoa was a principal dancer with Pennsylvania Ballet at the time, but she noticed the young dancer.

"I just remember her beautiful eyes and big smile," Ochoa recalls.

Five years later, when Ryan enrolled in Pennsylvania Ballet's newly revived school, Ochoa was her teacher. "She was that ideal student," says Ochoa. "Hard worker. Very smart, very talented. To me, she had that thing, that 'It' factor."

Ochoa wasn't the only one to notice her potential. Ryan continued to win roles in Pennsylvania Ballet productions, including Balanchine's "Diamonds," videotaped for PBS. At 16, she was offered a contract with Pennsylvania Ballet's second company. From the outside, it looked like the culmination of Ryan's dream.

The reality was less idyllic. Ryan had struggled with body-image issues since her early years at the Rock School; she was particularly self-conscious about the size and shape of her thighs. She remembers one Rock School teacher asking if her Mexican-born mother made good flan. When Ryan replied in the affirmative, he told her she looked like she was enjoying too much of it. Another teacher at the school suggested she go on a liquid diet to drop some weight.

Ryan recalls other "advice," such as being told not to go out into the sun, so that her skin wouldn't get too dark. Although she took that particular comment in stride, it compounded her self-consciousness about her appearance. It also strengthened her resolve to work harder in the studio.

At PBII, Ryan was determined to show she had what it takes to succeed as a professional ballerina. But while artistic director Angel Corella told the young dancer that he liked her dancing, she says he advised her to slim down or risk fewer onstage opportunities. She valued his feedback, and her long relationship with Pennsylvania Ballet, but Ryan knew it was time to look for opportunities outside her hometown. She focused her attention on Seattle.

A New Home

Ryan had attended Pacific Northwest Ballet's summer intensive the summer after joining PBII. She was among 30 young women enrolled in Peter Boal's class that summer—all excellent dancers, he says—but Ryan stood out.

"She had this kind of go-for-broke presence," Boal says. "A gutsiness." He made a mental note. A year later, when Ryan contacted him about an audition, Boal invited her to attend class when the company toured to New York City. At the end of that class, Boal offered Ryan a contract; she joined PNB as an apprentice in the fall of 2016.

"I loved PNB's rep, I loved the idea of working for Peter," Ryan says. Although she was scared about moving across the country, she calls it "good scared."

Ryan credits Boal with helping to free her from her self-image issues, but that didn't happen overnight. During her apprentice year, Ryan attended class in "trash bag pants," concerned that if Boal saw her thighs he'd decide not to cast her. She braced herself for the all-too familiar weight talk.

It never came.

But Boal noticed Ryan's tension, how she seemed intent on proving herself every time he was teaching class or watching rehearsal. He took her aside and explained that he'd hired her for a reason—he liked her dancing—and advised Ryan simply to dance for her own love of it. By the end of her apprentice year, new contract in hand, Ryan felt she'd found a true ballet home.

Ryan also credits her new-found comfort to the camaraderie she feels at PNB. She gravitated to a small group of Latinx dancers, who reminded her of her close-knit Philadelphia family. Ryan's mother is Mexican; her father grew up in Belize. The family identifies as Latin American, speaks Spanish at home and celebrates especially their Mexican heritage. Ryan was particularly touched when one colleague, a Seattle-area native, brought her samples of Mexican dishes her own mother had prepared. Small gestures like this helped ease the young dancer's homesickness.

Ryan had another reason to embrace her new city: Not long after she joined PNB, she caught the eye of a fellow dancer, principal Kyle Davis. They've been partners onstage and off for the past three years. "She's fantastic to work with," Davis says. "She's intelligent, open to discussing how steps work and how we can better work together. I personally think that's a phenomenal quality in a partner."

Finding Her Voice

During this long pandemic year, Davis and Ryan have had ample opportunity to explore their partnership. They share a Seattle apartment with two miniature Australian shepherds, Hawk and Magpie, who make frequent cameos during the online classes the couple both take and teach.

PNB's 2020-21 season is all-digital, and when the dancers returned to the studio last August, only those who co-habitated could partner one another. In the company's opening program, Ryan and Davis reprised the pas de deux from Balanchine's "Rubies." While dancing for cameras instead of live audiences hasn't been ideal, Ryan says she's learned how to use her face to convey emotions in a more intimate way, instead of playing to the second balcony.

Beyond the pandemic, the past year also ushered in frank national conversations about race and racism, which freed Ryan to speak more openly about her Latin heritage. "It gave me a voice I didn't always have before," Ryan says. "I always knew I was different, especially in ballet, but didn't often talk about it."

Last fall she encouraged PNB to acknowledge Hispanic Heritage Month. But she also wants to see ballet open its ranks to more dancers of color, and to see them advance to the upper echelons of companies like PNB.

Perhaps she'll be one of those dancers; at 23, she still has a long career ahead of her. Although she dreams of dancing the iconic classical roles—Giselle, Juliet and Kitri—Ryan also looks forward to the contemporary ballets that are a PNB mainstay.

Boal believes she can do whatever she sets her mind to. "Some dancers, there is no ceiling to their capability," Boal says. "Sarah-Gabrielle Ryan is one of them."

#sarah-gabrielle ryan #ballet #ballerina #pointe magazine #article

[mintchanniemint]

Request # 1

"I am a sucker for angst so like... maybe for SKZ, when the reader overheard him saying they are clingy and completely ignore him to respect his decision? that’s like a classic scenario but I love them so much" Thank you for the request, anon!!

I really worked hard for this! I got a bit of inspiration by listening to “I Would” and “Goodbye Winter” by DAY6! I really hope you’ll enjoy reading this, and I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

pt.2

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Thursday March 5th, 01:34 p.m

You’ve been working nonstop for the past five hours but you finally decided to give your eyes a break from the bright screen of the computer you worked on. The only good thing about lunch break was to eat something with your boyfriend. You were colleagues, and it was probably thanks to that boring office job that you were able to meet him.

It happened back in October, when he started working there and the boss told you to help him integrate in his new workplace; not one of your favorite tasks, but you had to admit that he was pretty smart and friendly, and the time spent with him was actually enjoyable.

You slowly got closer day after day, when one day he asked you out for a movie, and not only it was a great night, but you couldn’t forget his shy smile when he asked you to “see each other more often, preferably not only at work” and you agreed.

You couldn’t forget the sparkle in his eyes when you kissed him, that evening during the little Christmas party you had at work with other coworkers since you had to work some extra days and some of them decided to bring some drinks and sweets, to make that “I’m working during Christmas” day a bit less sad.

You couldn’t forget his beautiful smile when you started leaving every single morning a little mug of hot chocolate and a warm strawberry jam filled sweet roll on his desk. Those were small things that filled your days with happiness, they made you feel so calm, and somehow, loved. On the other hand, he started leaving a milk candy near your computer as a little ‘thank you’ and he was always there, ready to comfort you whenever you had a rough day. Sometimes he spent the night over at your house, to keep you company, and you would have never forgotten that time you literally ran in the rain to go take care of him when he caught an awful cold.

You were there for each other, you loved each other, and you thought everything was alright.

You really thought nothing was wrong in your relationship, but lately you’ve been feeling a bit different; maybe it was due to the stress at work, but you and Chan argued often, even over really useless things. Although you were always able to solve it all but it was starting to feel slightly annoying. It felt as if you needed something that would make you talk about it with him, but you were scared. You were scared of the consequences, but at the same time you had to do something.

Right when you were heading to the cafeteria to enjoy your lunch, you heard a conversation. Probably a conversation you would have completely erased from your mind if you could. A conversation you never wanted to know it happened. You didn’t expect that at all, you were hoping you somehow misheard. But no, it happened.

“Man, don’t you think y/n’s a bit clingy? I mean, you see each other every single day, at work, too!”

“Tell me about it, sometimes it might be annoying, but, you know, I guess that’s probably normal?”

“Nah, Bang, let me tell ya’… That’s not normal! Too clingy, man! Think about it. See you after break.”

“Yeah…see you!”

You kept walking, tightening the grip on your food box, and slowly headed to the cafeteria.

“Hey!”

You heard his voice, probably calling you. You took a deep breath and kept walking. You don’t really know how you felt, that overheard conversation was able to change your mood completely. You were upset, angry. Angry at him but mostly, angry at yourself.

It wasn’t the first time you heard such words from some colleagues, but this time it hit differently since you heard Chan agreeing to it.

“Oh, you’re finally looking at m-”

You didn’t say a word, ignoring him, but he kept following you.

Once you arrived at the cantine, you sat down at a table near the window, and looked at your boyfriend, sitting beside you.

“You know, Chan. In a relationship there should be communication.”

You cut his words and ate your meal in complete silence. He snorted, already annoyed by the fact that you were probably starting the usual fight over something dumb, but you didn’t even look at him nor said anything else. The atmosphere got really uncomfortable and the only thing you were thinking about was to finish your meal as soon as possible and go back to finish that huge file the boss assigned you that morning. At least you and Chan didn’t work in the same room, otherwise the rest of the day would have been unbearable.

You sighed and lightly slapped your left cheek. Don’t think about that now.

Once you finished your meal, you gave him a quick glance before standing up and leaving the cantine, quickly going to the restroom.

You washed your hands, fixed the round glasses on your nose and quickly combed your hair with your fingers, fixing your blouse and trousers. You took a deep breath and stared at your reflection in the mirror, wondering what you did wrong.

What was so “clingy” and “annoying”? What you thought was a small cute sign of love, was actually something he found annoying?

You went back to the office, but you couldn’t focus properly on your task, your mind full of thoughts about your boyfriend, and a sense of guilt started spreading in you, because you ignored him during your break and left him there without saying a word.

“Ugh… I’m the worst.” you mumbled to yourself while checking some files and information on the server of the office. Your eyes drifting from a page to another, your mind fixed on repeating those words in loop. You just wanted that day to end soon.

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05:06 p.m

“See you tomorrow!”

“Yes, have a good evening!”

You waved goodbye to your friend and put the last few documents left in your small folder, ready to finally leave and go home. You passed your badge the little machine that bipped, signing the time you were leaving, and wore your jacket and scarf. You took a deep breath, and after saying goodbye to some other colleagues you met in the hallways, you finally reached the parking of the building and quickly got in your car.

You sat there for a couple of minutes in complete silence, immersed in your thoughts when you suddenly heard someone knocking on the window of the car, scaring you. You gasped and saw Chan waving at you with a little smile.

You sighed and nodded, telling him to get in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“… Did… did you forget we went to work together this morning?”

You didn’t answer, you sighed and turned the engine on and drove towards Chan’s home. He didn’t live too far from work, but you thought it was nice to give him a ride since his house was on your way to work.

You turned on the radio because the silence got way too annoying and awkward. The soft and calm voice of a female singer accompanied by the sound of a guitar was filling your ears, nearly able to erase those annoying thoughts that kept flowing in your mind, when suddenly Chan spoke up.

“Weren’t we supposed to go to your house today?”

You blinked and looked at him, quickly finding an excuse.

“Uh… I have a lot of work to do today. It’s better if I go home early.”

You said, tapping lightly on the steering wheel and biting nervously your lip, waiting for him to get off.

Chan nodded, understanding, and before getting off, he left a quick peck on your cheek.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

He whispered gently against your skin before leaving another long kiss on your cheek. You slowly closed your eyes at the familiar softness of his lips but quickly snapped out of it once he left. He waved at you before entering the huge block of flats, and you nodded slowly, driving away to your house.

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08:23 p.m

You were in the living room, laptop, pens and documents all over the table. Working at home wasn’t really that fun but you had to do it since that day you were completely absent and you weren’t able to do much and you kept feeling highly guilty about it.

Not even on purpose, your phone started buzzing. You checked the notifications.

Who the hell says goodbye to their own boyfriend by just… nodding?!

You groaned, annoyed by your own thoughts, and kept tapping on the letters of the keyboard.

You really loved Chan but that exact moment you were hating him because your mind was full of thoughts about him.

Great, a message.

Chan🐺: hey babe. It’s pretty late now so I hope you’re not still working. You might be tired now! Make sure to sleep early.

You sighed and quickly typed your reply.

You☀️: Don’t worry, it’s ok Chan. Make sure to have a good sleep xx

Chan🐺: you seem weird, we’ll talk tomorrow k?

You☀️:Tomorrow I can’t give u a ride, see you though

You put your phone away and kept focusing on your laptop and in a couple of hours you were able to finish everything. It was nearly midnight and you had to go to sleep. You got ready and changed into your pajamas and once in your bedroom, you automatically took your phone to write a goodnight message to Chan, but something stopped you. Maybe it was better not to.

There you are, coward as usual.

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Tuesday, March 10th, 4:50 p.m

You were getting ready to go back home, fixing some files and documents in the office before getting your bag and jacket. You left the room, hoping not to bump into him, but once you were going down the stairs, you froze.

Some days have passed since you decided not to be “clingy” to your boyfriend anymore. You didn’t drive him to work anymore, you didn’t stop at the café to get his breakfast and you tried your best not to annoy him too much. You didn’t want to hear anyone else describing you as “clingy”, but being so focused on that, you slowly started ignoring completely your boyfriend. You didn’t notice how you two were slowly losing each other and he gradually stopped writing you any messages.

It was a horrible situation, but you tried to convince yourself you were doing the best thing for the both of you.

You couldn’t hide the fact you were starting to miss spending time with him, but at the same time, you were afraid. Afraid to face reality. You were avoiding any kind of interaction with Chan since the last thing he told you was “we need to talk”, but that day you couldn’t escape from it anymore.

“Hey, y/n, wait. Please.”

He followed you, he seemed like he was in a hurry, probably he tried for the past week to meet you but you were fast enough not to see him when you were leaving to go home.

He grabbed your hand and looked at you, sadness and confusion filling his eyes. You sighed and slowly nodded, already knowing what was going to happen.

“Let’s go outside.”

You sighed, those lovely memories were starting to hurt you slowly.

Once you were out, the light breeze caressed your face and you started feeling slightly nervous. You both fell into an awkward silence, walking quietly in a small park near your workplace.

While walking, memories started flooding your mind: you looked at a couple of trees, that started blooming, and remembered how you spent entire hours in that park when it was covered in snow, with Chan, talking and laughing.

“You’ve been acting weird lately. I’m sorry I said that. But it was getting pretty suffocating.”

“You should have told me.”

You stopped walking, staring at your own shoes. So you were really having that conversation, huh?

You took a deep breath.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. But you know how we were already arguing over stupid things, I didn’t want to add any more to it.”

“See? You’re already arguing.”

“So you go and complain about your girlfriend with some random colleauge?”

You took a deep breath, not brave enough to look at him in the eyes.

You didn’t say a thing, you just kept looking at the ground, holding your tears, when you suddenly looked at him.

“Maybe… Maybe we just need some time.”

You mumbled, your hands holding tight on your bag.

Chan hummed in response. Silence quickly spreading in a couple of seconds. Neither of you moved nor said anything. You were deeply focused on your own thoughts, but that was the best decision at the moment. You were usually not the type of people to argue or hold a grudge, but that day you both agreed you needed some time to think.

“I’m sorry.”

It was getting a bit uncomfortable, but before parting ways, Chan held your hand shyly, and gave you a long kiss on your lips.

You closed your eyes at the sweet and warm feeling of his soft lips on yours.  

He whispered, caressing lightly your cheek, fixing a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

You just needed some time to think, but a sense of fear couldn’t leave you at all.

He looked at you one last time and walked away, his figure getting more blurry and distant as you finally let your tears roll down your cheeks.

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[gencat21]

Unexpected • Lee Taeyong (1)

(I did not give the boyfriend a name, not worth it haha.)

Autumn is just beautiful, watching the trees turn orange and how the floor was often full of their leaves was the most pretty and annoying thing for you. You love the cold breeze hitting your face, love the taste of coffee on your tongue, and love walking peacefully with your boyfriend talking about how your day has gone before going to the next class in half an hour. "I may be getting a good job as a music teacher. My piano teacher has been recommending me to a lot of people and after winning that competition last summer I've been getting a lot of emails. Also, a company contacted me, and they are interested in the songs I've written." You explain with enthusiasm, while he observed you with that smile of his.

"My little future Beethoven. Everybody wants you. But not as much as I do." He gets closer to kiss your forehead sweetly, but your thoughts are somewhere else, keeping you to react to his sweetness.

"There's even an offer abroad. Can you believe that?"

His smile turn softly to a straight line while he looks at you in disbelief. He wanted to smile for you, but he can't fake a smile. "Are you really considering that one?"

"It's on the states, but it's the best offer I've ever gotten."

"You really are, wow." He steps backward and laughs ironically. "I mean so little to you that you take that decision without even consulting it with me?" And your mouth fells open at how mad he was getting by the second. You were expecting to see him happy for you, after all it was an offer that you couldn't turn down.

"You don't have to get mad about this," you say sweetly so he would calm down, but he was looking somewhere else with a frown, which was starting to make you mad as well. "I have time to think about until graduation but I won't be turning that one down just because you want me to."

"How can you be so selfish?" And with that your sweet side disappear in the thin air. He was really saying that to you as if he wasn't thinking about his own words and you think it's useless to talk to him right now because he was getting madder.

"I have classes right now."

"Your class starts in 25 minutes."

"Well, I left a piano in the dance room, and the teacher needs it." That's wasn't a lie. So you take your leave trying to brush your boyfriend off your mind, but you were still thinking about the conversation you just had. "Calling me selfish when he was being selfish too, who does he even think he is? He's not my father, is the freaking crazy." You ramble while walking obviously mad to the practice room hating the fact that you left it there this morning. Why did you agree to play piano on the ballet presentation one week away? Yes, it was going to make everything more beautiful, but now you had more things to do.

You find Ten on the way and stop ranting to approach him without saying anything. You hold his wrist and continue walking, deciding by yourself that he was going to help you to move the keyboard from one side of campus to the other. "Why are you so mad today? Are you going to kill me?" He asks with that smile you loved and hated, he smiles way too much. A beautiful smile like that should be totally illegal.

"I hate men,"

"Are you becoming lesbian now?"

"No, women judge way too much. I hate them as well." You end up saying and laugh because of the conversation.

"Where are you taking me? Our class is the other way."

"Just help me move the keyboard, I will pay you back with fruit."

"But I hate fruits,"

"I know,"

"If you give me fruits I will throw it at you. But I'll accept tea." You like him as a friend. You've always wondered why you both weren't actually closer since he was a sweet and nice person to be around. But you had two different lives, so you just were glad that you both had a lot of classes in common, and that was enough for you. He made classes shorter by sitting with you, and you were thankful. Shortly, you both arrive at the building, and from that distance, you could hear the loud music playing in the dance room. The closer you got, the louder it was. The door was partially open, so you carefully approach the door to spy on whoever was dancing inside.

Inside the dance, room was a guy moving his body to the rhythm of the music. You never had the talent to dance that upbeat kind of music, leaving classical music as your cup of tea, but doesn't change the fact that you wish you could dance the way he can. Ten behind you peeks for a second as well and then taps your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/n, we need to go." Reminding you that your walk back was not short. Sadness covers your eyes since you wanted to see the end of the choreography, even if it was only the guy's back you were seeing. but you know he's right. Your eyes travel to Ten, who just shrugs at you. Suddenly the music stops.

His familiar face was turned to your direction, glancing at you with nothing more than a frown. "Who gave you the right to spy me?" His voice sends shivers down your spine because of how pissed he was of being spied.

"I wasn't," you step inside and your index finger points to your piano in a corner, his eyes follow your finger and then he looks again at you.

"Take it quick and leave, you're wasting my time." You avoid his gaze since it was a little intimidating sometimes. You've been used to seeing that guy for... As long as you can remember. For some strange reason, your paths are the same. Same high school, and weirdly, same art school. But you've never heard his voice until now, you've never had the chance to have a conversation, and you never wanted to. He's always had the bad boy aura, and you wanted nothing to do with it. He's always been the pretty bad boy that you made sure not to cross paths with, even though it was impossible

You know he never noticed you before, and hat even when he was a bad boy you had nothing to worry about because your social life was completely different. Until now that his scary gaze was following you around the room, watching your every move and that makes you uneasy. For a reason, they named him the scary pretty guy back on your school days. "Are you going to be here all day?" Ten asks Taeyong casually, you forgot they were friends for a moment there, but it was luck to you, since for that reason he stopped looking at you.

"Almost, we'll be waiting for you. Jaehyun and Johnny are on their way here right now, Mark went out a couple minutes ago."

"I have piano classes right now and then I will be free," he picks up your keyboard while you silently take the stand and make your way out of the room, glad that Ten distracted Taeyong. "See you in two hours." You hear him say, followed by him leaving the room behind you. You felt you could finally breathe, surprised that as soon as he stare at you, your breathing stop. He was breathtakingly handsome, but that was not the reason why you felt like that. Was the bad boy aura he has. "He just hates people seeing his choreographies when is not finished." Ten explain to you due to the silence that you hold.

"I don't care," you don't.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

8:23 pm says your phone when a text message pops up. You gasp in shock, realizing that you had been there longer than expected. It was normal for you to lose track of time when you were composing, but this time the hours really went by quicker than expected. You parted ways with Ten at five when your class ended, by staying in the piano classroom and played until the message from your boyfriend brought you back to reality. You slowly pick up your stuff, throwing your phone inside your bag not wanting to even read his text. But as soon as you step out of the building, your phone starts to vibrate, letting you know you had a call.

Annoyed, you look for your phone on your bag to see him calling you. "Yes?"

"I'm in the parking lot, let me take you home." His normal sweet voice appears on the other side, you roll your eyes in response as if he could see you. You just stayed silent on the entrance looking at your feet. "Or at least let's talk. I can't stand the fact of falling asleep while being mad at each other." Not standing the silence anymore. "Please."

"Sure, see you in a bit." The walk to the parking lot was the shortest walk you've ever had on the campus, you did not want to talk about anything right now because you were starting to see the real him. The not very supportive one, the one that may hold you back on a future. That may be the real one, and you were not ready to actually meet him. But you have to. His figure is against his car in the parking lot where there were only two cars, his and another way a few lots to the right. His eyes were on you the whole walk to his car, and you dont know what to feel about it. "Look, I thought about it,"

"Are you staying?"

" I—” you stop talking realizing you were about to raise your voice after that, and take a deep breath. "I will not make that decision right now, but I want you to be on my side and understand me instead of being against me. This is my future we're talking about in here.” you express your feeling, glad that he was listening to you in silence. " Do you understand?"

"But you can have a nice future, what is the matter with staying here?" He does not understand

"I do not know what I will do," you argue. "I just want you to be on my side not matter what decision I make."

"You will stay here with me." He says, as it was so easy, but the way he says it just bothered you. The demanding tone gets on your nerves.

"Stop saying it like that, you don't get to choose what I will do. This is my life."

"Oh, I see. You want to break up with me and fuck every single dude you see, like you went to fuck that guy instead of actually going to class?"

"What are you ta—"

"You thought I didn't see you leaving me alone to go for a guy? And you were still here when is not usual for you to be here? I went to your apartment and your roommate told me you were here. What were you doing?" Your expression shifts to one of disbelief and hurt.

"I can't believe you think I would do something like that to you," saying it was harder than thinking about it. A single tear rolls down your cheek, one that you quickly swipe away. "If you think like that, we have to break up. I'm leaving, and do not fucking call me ever again." You spit, then turn around to walk away containing the tears from falling. You do not want to cry near than man to show how weak you were. Obviously, you are weaker than he is.

You just feel the pain on your wrist and how harshly you are turned around to face him, "That hurts!" You whine, not being able to avoid the look he has. You've never seen his so mad, before, even less looking at you. The feeling of not being able to do anything was frustrating as he held your other wrist too. "Let me go, what are you doing?"

"So I'm right? How many guys have you fucked?"

"Let me fucking go!"

"You forgot you were only mine?"

"Fuck you!" You do not know where the strength to say to that man that had you under his control came out from, neither how by instinct your knee fly between his legs and make him let you go without wanting. Your breathing is audible, and you tell yourself to run away but you could not move at all. In shock, you stare at how he falls on the floor and stays there for a minute. Why could you not move? Why you have to stay there when you could run away and disappear somewhere he could not find you? Why do you wait until he stands up again and without thinking slaps your face so hard you fall on the floor? By then, Isn't it too late? Where did the strong Y/n escape to? He walks again to you, so you look for something around you that you could hit him with, but there's nothing. You close your eyes hard, waiting for whatever he is going to do to you, until the sound of a strong punch makes an appearance, and then you see from the corner of your eye how the man ready to hit you is on the floor holding his face with closed eyes. "Taeyong?" You ask yourself, seeing the familiar clothes you saw in the practice room earlier on the day.

You thought you had seen the scariest look on him, but that was not true. Now you could see what he really looks like when he is mad. Meanwhile, he's punching your now ex-boyfriend like his life depended on it. It was not the fact that he was hitting the man you can't say you don't love anymore, but the fact that you hated violence. Throwing punches in a reckless way like a person body was the easiest thing to hurt. "S—stop!" You voice comes out, but you know there was no way that with the sound of punches he heard you. You crawl to where they are and grab Taeyong's hand so he would stop.

He does and stands up so quickly that you barely could see him running to his car, grabbing something and coming out again. Your ex stands up, and follows him until you see him stop abruptly. That clicking sound just sends panic all over your body. "Do not fucking touch her ever again."

"Man, put that down," he says, giving a few steps backward.

"Taeyong, stop that!"

"I will make sure you don't fucking touch her from now on, if you look at her, if you get near her, even if you fucking think of her I will make sure is the last time you ever do." He spits the words out with some much hatred in his voice that you even lost yours. Your mouth moves like it screaming but you can't hear yourself.

From there, you start seeing how everything goes down on slow motion. How you lose sight of what was going on for a second while Ten sees your state and hugs you. Your tears rolling down in desperation wanting everything to just stop. You see how Jaehyun, Johnny, and Mark appear in the scene trying to calm Taeyong, while your ex gets in his car and leaves without even looking at you once. Mark slowly takes the gun, that God knows why he has it on his car, while Johnny holds Taeyong and says things you can't hear nor see, you just glare over Ten's shoulder and let all the tears come out. Your arms hug him when you see that nothing bad really happened besides the bastard having a black eye and bruises on his face. "It's alright," your sense of hearing lets you hear Ten murmuring it to you while your big sobs become little.

Your eyes go to the man that stares at your crying self on the floor. That anger and hatred disappeared out of the blue, now there was an expression that you could not recognize as he took a few slow steps. Your hands softly push Ten away from you, and as a mechanism of defense you back away. "Do not touch me!" You demand at the man that wanted to get near you and check if you were fine. Taeyong just wanted to ignore your words and get near, but your tears and your shaking hand made him stand still.

"I can explain,"

"Y—you don't need to explain anything to me, I don't want to know," you stand up with a great amount of effort since your legs were shaking the same way your whole body was. You forget about your bag, you just wanted to lock yourself on your apartment and forget it all happened. As if it was possible. You knew all the boys you've crossed paths a few times before where looking at your weak figure trying to walk away, and it was the most heartbreaking thing they have seen. Taeyong notices your bag on the floor, but before he could pick it up Ten does. "You've done enough, I will give it to her and take her home."

Mark gets closer to him before the others and places a hand on his shoulder when your figure besides Ten's disappears from their sight. "Let's go,"

Taeyong takes his hand off of his shoulder softly. "Please don't touch me," calmly says before starting to walk to his car.

(Any mistakes I didn't see, please let me know so I can change it. Thank you!)

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[haywire4]

Say 'Bye to Neon

A classic article about nitrous, tuning, and general rental car tomfoolery.

Mopar Action, April '98, pp 21-23

Story by: Richard Ehrenberg

Ever want to nitrous your ride, but were afraid you'd grenade your mega-dollar motor into smithereens, or trash your daily driver? Well, fear no more. For the measly sum of $19.95, we can absolutely guarantee that you won't blow YOUR motor. How? Heh heh heh. Just rent a car from your local, smiling Thrifty agent (we highly recommend the sunny Phoenix locations.) His motor + your nitrous system = no problem. Experience the thrill of nitrous, totally uninhibited. No longer will you feel the urge to back off because you're afraid of scattering YOUR dollars along the side of the road or at the strip. It's like hot fudge sundaes without the guilt. Mopar Action's staff, the same people who brought you the Rental Car Nats and the famous "push-o-war" (nose-to-nose burnouts), are out on a brief furlough from Nurse Ratchet's psycho ward, and will outdo themselves again by showing you how to knock over 3 seconds off a bone stock Neon. Yeah, you got it! 16.90 @ 81MPH to a zero-traction 13.82 @ 102. Have we got chrome-moly spheres, or what?

We slammed together a supersimple N2O system for our bone stock 3-speed automatic rent-a-Neon (with 13-inch wheels!!) The setup consisted of readily available parts from the NOS nitrous catalog and the local NAPA parts store. Our goal was to make no engine mods and unbolt nothing from the car during installation. In other words, we wanted to be smarter than O.J., and leave no incriminating evidence behind (is America a great country, or what?)

The system consisted of an N20 tank held in the back seat by the lap and shoulder belt, a length of braided hose laying on the carpet, and routed through the unused clutch-cable firewall hole, the cheapest electric fuel pump we could find, nitrous and fuel solenoids and two simple injectors. The injectors consisted of nothing more than two short lengths of 3/16" brake line tubing with the solenoids attached at one end and 2 NOS-modified "AN" fittings that accept NOS nitrous and fuel-metering jets on the other end. A painless incision into the soft plastic air box hose allowed N2O and fuel to be injected directly above the throttle body. The whole deal was held in place by duct tape and cable ties. Replaceable jets allowed precision tuning of the system to any level of insanity desired. Auxiliary fuel (alcohol "drygas") was stored in the windshield washer reservoir and the small electric pump was added to supply fuel (the windshield wiper fluid pump will not supply enough fuel) to a solenoid. This setup was rigged into the horn wiring to open the solenoids when you punch the horn button (we did disconnect the horn button).

So how did it work? Awesome. Simply awesome. We started out with a 50HP nitrous jet with 100% excess fuel. Hitting the horn at 4000RPM in 2nd gear felt like 15 lbs of boost. Were we happy? Nope! Onward to the 75HP jet and only 50% excess fuel. The Neon was amazing. We worked up the guts for 1800 RPM launches in first gear. Oops out of nitrous, before you can say: "Thrifty." Luckily, we had brought a second bottle.

The entire Mopar Action staff flogged the Neon mercilessly, but we couldn't break it (yet). The high (low?) point came when "Crazy" Eddie Yeznaian, intrepid rally racer and wildebeest extraordinaire, actually power-braked the car to the floor, cut the wheel to the left, and hit the nitrous in reverse. Nothin' like nitrous doughnuts after a hard day at the office! (Since this was done in the rain, does that make it Dunkin' Donuts?) If you can imagine what it must be like to be trapped in a spinning top at 200 RPM, you get the idea. Where are the air-sickness bags for this ride? H-E-L-L-L-P!

After the second full 10 pound bottle of nitrous had been greedily half-guzzled by the motor, we decided to go for broke before it was empty. We slipped in the killer 150HP jets. Is this sick, or what? We more than doubled the stock HP output! Jeeez! 13.82 @ 102mph. The motor took first gear launches at 2000RPM with cylinder pressures that should have shot the plugs through the hood, and exhaust gas temps that were slightly hotter than the surface of the sun.

Could the Neon go faster? And, mainly, would the converter stay in the transaxle, or launch like a Saturn rocket and slice our legs off at the knees? (And, do they rent hand-control Neons?) For our last runs of the day, we leaned out the fuel jet for only 5% excess fuel and stuck our guinea pig editor, Cliff "Pleeeeease don't blow the motor, guys!" Gromer behind the wheel. For his first duel, Cliff matched himself up with an automatic Mustang GT at the track. The pony car came out of the shoot even with the Neon, and pulled ahead by the 300-ft mark. The Neon, now in second, gets juiced by Gromer. Result? Like taking candy from a baby. Cliff's little rent-a-PL was so far out on the 'Stang that he was able to back off in third, turning a 14.15 at 96.7.

Later, in an impromptu street run from a 10mph roll-on, Cliff, the sick puppy that he is, hit the horn button in first gear, right on the "3" count, the 2-liter Twinkie motor screamed for mercy, the tires spun all the way through first gear. We were fender to fender with a fast 440-6 Challenger R/T. He ripped his piston-grip to second, but we pulled ahead. Clifford boiled the tires big-time into second gear, allowing the R/T to pull alongside. The Neon mini-motor wound tight-right to the rev limiter. Did Cliff lift? Did he back off? No chance! Ka-boom! A glowing three-foot fireball barked out of each side of the hood, and rolled back over the windshield. Cheeez! This actually caused the R/T driver to lift, but not Cliff! Wow. Say goodbye to Neon.

We pulled over, fully expecting to see rods hanging out of the block. Surprise. Only the airbox is blown apart. With the leaned out fuel system and the motor running so far into the rev limiter that the stock injectors were shut completely off, we musta floated the valves and backfired through the intake system. The motor was running a little rough (a slight understatement) and we're sure we bent at least one valve, or, more likely, blew the head off of a couple. Guess we should have followed Mark's rules (see sidebar). Needless to say it was the best $19.95 we ever spent. We gassed the Neon back up and limped back to the ever-smiling counterperson.

Thanks, Thrifty.

By the way, if you're interested in renting a Neon for $19.95 a day to go mustang hunting, Performance Resource is currently looking into marketing a complete nitrous kit (minus the bottle) that is jetted and flowed, and that you can bolt onto your rental Neon (or your own Neon for that matter) in less than an hour. Just so there's no misunderstanding, the kits are not available at this time, but they can be whipped together if there's sufficient interest out there in Neonland. 

When vacationing becomes safe about a year or two from now, this might be a good reason to add an extra day to the rental.

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[jamielea81]

A Walk in the Park

Chapter 3

Description: When your husband dies in an accident, you try to move on with your life. When the memories of your shared home become too much even after two years, you make a drastic change and move to California. A new career, a new way of life, and an attractive new friend help you move on to find the happiness you need. *This will be a slow burn*

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: A curse word or two, minor injury, mention of character death, fluff.

Unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own. This is purely for fun. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Tags are open. Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged. @flamencodiva @the--blackdahlia @deanwinchesterswitch @thefandomzoneisdangerous @symonlyjen5

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Your alarm sounded at 8 in the morning. Even though the Mayor’s Ball was tonight, you weren’t required to be in before the sun this morning. You threw on a pair of running shorts, a pink sweatshirt, sneakers, and threw your hair in a ponytail. Your hair never did that cute and messy bun thing. Since you wouldn’t be home until the wee hours of the morning, you decided to get your walk in early. You were tempted to start running, but since you never were a runner, you were hesitant to start. A nurse friend once said if you didn’t start before the age of thirty, don’t even bother trying. Now, you didn’t necessarily believe that, but since you weren’t the most graceful, and often tripped over your own feet, you thought maybe she was right in your case.

Grabbing a pair of earbuds and your cell phone you loaded up your music app and opted for a little 80s rock this morning. Motely Crue’s ‘Kickstart My Heart’ really got you going. 80s rock was one of the things you and Caleb had in common. You loved your pop music and let’s not forget your obsession for boy bands in your youth. Caleb was a classic rock guy who liked the occasional obscure band most have never heard of. 80s rock is where you met in the middle having gone to a few concerts in your years together.

Losing yourself in your playlist and memories of Caleb you ended up at the fountain in the park. The breeze blowing through the trees and catching on droplets of the water misting your skin. Or was it tears? Some days the loss hurt more than others. Some days you were strong and you barely thought of him. However, times when you were alone, those were the harder times. Since you were 23 years old you had a constant partner. Someone to be by your side for the big moments and for the times when you just wanted to run to the store to get a pint of ice cream. Ten year later he was gone. Wiping your cheeks with your fingertips, you took a couple of deep breaths and headed back home.

It was ten minutes to three and you were on your way to the venue with your black pencil skirt, long sleeved white blouse, and black peep toe heels in your back seat. Most of the day was spent at the office making phone calls, answer e-mails, and confirming next week’s events. Arriving at the venue you dropped your wardrobe in the back office the team was using at the hall. You needed to find Victoria to see what needed to be done. She had been texting you all morning and afternoon, mostly idol chit chat, so you knew she was here. Walking into the main event room which was mostly complete you were in awe. It was gorgeous. Maybe Colleen wasn’t wrong with changing the color of blue out last minute. Large, round tables were set with large gold charger plates with pristine white plates on top of them. The silverware was laid correctly as well as the water glasses and wine glasses. The chairs were all tied with the True Blue fabric you had picked up. Sheer gold fabrics were hung from the center of the ceiling and swept the walls pinned back so that it hung elegantly. The lights were on a system so they would be dimmed throughout the night, but were shining brightly now so that everyone could finish last minute details. Dinner was being served by a hired staff rather than hors d’oeuvres being passed.

Victoria was on the other side of the room speaking with one of the bartenders that had already arrived. “Victoria, I’m here.” You said as you walked toward her. She turned her head to you and smiled. Here shoulder length black hair swooshing as she turned. She looked back to the bartender and finished her instructions. When she was done, she made her way to you and hugged you tight. Even though you were technically her assistant, you rarely saw each other.

“Thank goodness. You know it’s hard to handle Colleen on my own.” She said.

“Um, hello, I see her everyday for more than half my day!”

She laughed and nodded conceding that you were correct. You were directed to help with setting place cards in their designated spots. Luckily, these decisions weren’t your own. The Mayor’s office had sent very specific instructions on who sat where and with whom as well as how close they were to be seated to the Mayor. The wonderful world of politics.

 The night went off mostly without a hitch. Toward the end of the evening, when plenty of people were nice and buzzed, some more than others, from the open bar, you found yourself on your ass. A gentleman who was far too old not to know how much liquor he could handle had been dancing, even though there wasn’t music to dance to, rather just background instrumentals. While showing off a particular jump and spinning move to his wife, he spun right into you. A woman who was skilled at wearing heels more than 2 inches may have taken the bump in stride, but not you. First you grabbed on to the man’s suit jacket hoping for stabilization but then you started to wobble and your left ankle gave out promptly knocking you to your ass. Son of a bitch! You apologized to the man as the customer is always right and clearly you were in his way. Side eye. His wife insisted he help you up off the floor. Plastering a polite smile on your face and offering him your hand he pulled and you were lifted from the ground but internally groaned in pain. This wasn’t good. You grabbed the back of the chair to steady yourself as the couple walked away. You put a little weight on your foot and nearly sank to the ground from the tenderness in your foot. Lowering yourself in the chair you were gripping on to, you called out to Victoria with the walkie talkie you were given. Victoria made her way to you within a few minutes. You explained what happened and she examined your foot.

“Y/N, it’s already swelling. Do you think you can get to your car? I’m excusing you for the night. Guess this means no hiking this Sunday either.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy. I hate to leave you guys high and dry with cleanup.”

“I’m sorry to say that I don’t think you would be much help.” She smiled and bit her lip.

You laughed a bit. “Think you could wrangle a couple of the servers to help me to my car?”

After getting into your car, Victoria urged you to stop at an urgent care clinic to make sure it wasn’t broken. At the very least they would be able to wrap your foot properly. You agreed and went on your way. Luckily you had a pair of sneakers in your backseat. You opted to leave the left foot bare. Now, getting from your vehicle to the clinic’s door was interesting. It involved a lot of hoping and the assistance of the night guard stationed at the door. Thank goodness for helpful strangers. Diagnosis was a sprained ankle. The nurse assisting you wrapped your ankle and was sure to explain how to do it properly and how tight. They recommended keeping it elevated and staying off of it if you could for a couple of days. They offered crutches and you gladly accepted. The clinic had a 24-hour pharmacy so you were able to pick up a pair there.

Since you were internally clumsy, this wasn’t the first sprain you had dealt with, so using crutches was second nature to you. The stairs were tricky, but you managed. Quickly changing into your pjs and arranging pillows on your bed to prop your foot up, you laid down and drifted to sleep.

 You texted Victoria in the morning letting her know you would be using a sick day and hoped to see her Monday. She ended up calling around lunch time to check in. You had previously told her about the man you met, leaving out the fact that it was Chris Evans. She was happy that you had made a friend knowing how hard it was for you to leave your friends back home. You mentioned game night to her last night before your less than graceful moment, so she was really calling to urge you to still go. “I don’t know. The doctor said I should keep off it as much as possible for the next few days to give it time to heal.”

“It’s game night, Y/N. It’s not like you’re running laps and doing jumping jacks. It’ll be fine. When you get there just ask for a pillow to put it up. I’m sure he’s got an extra chair you can use to elevate it.”

You nodded, knowing she couldn’t see you quickly replied agreeing with her.

“This is good for you. You need to get out and just hanging with Mr. and Mrs. Smith isn’t exactly socializing.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go. But if they think I am a lame loser, that’s on you.”

She laughed and wished you a good night.

You decided to get up and crutch it over to your kitchen for snacks to sustain you for the rest of the day. Crutch it, that’s a word, right? Grabbing a bag of cheese popcorn, two bottles of water, and two granola bars, you called that lunch and dinner and retreated back to the solitude of your bed. You were determined to rest your foot until this evening in hopes the swelling will have gone down.

Six hours later you decided to shower and get ready for the night. Being that it was being held at Chris’ house you didn’t feel the need to dress up and you for sure weren’t going to be wearing heels. You opted for a long navy tunic tank, a green cardigan, and your dark wash jeans. You put on denim colored slip on flat leaving your left ankle wrapped with the bandaged. Luckily, you had a pedicure a few days ago so at least you had cute toes. Grabbing your crutches and gingerly making it down the stairs, you eased into your car to drive the few miles to Chris’ place. You pulled up the long driveway of the white colored house and parked behind a couple of cars that were already there. You hoped out of your seat, opened the door to the backseat and grabbed your crutches. Pausing to take a deep breath and then headed for the front door. You rang the door bell and waited. A few seconds past then you heard Chris’ voice before he opened the door. “What? Oh my God Y/N, what happened?!”

You gave a small laugh. “Well, I’m pretty sure I told you I was clumsy. But really it involved a drunk man attempting to dance at last night’s event.”

He gestured for you to enter while he held the door open. “Wait, you were dancing with someone and you fell?”

“Ha! No, he was trying to dance and ran into me. It was a great time. Luckily it happened at the end of the evening so my boss let me go home. It’s just a sprain, so I’ll live to walk another day.”

Chris smiled and lead you to his living room that opened to a large kitchen with a huge long island. Sitting at the island were three men. Two women were standing in the kitchen next to the refrigerator helping themselves to glassed of wine. Dodge was walking next to you desperately trying to get your attention but you found it too hard to give him a proper greeting while trying to stay standing.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. The one who found Dodger a couple of weeks ago. The men turned around and the women looked up from their conversation.

“Geez, Chris. What did you do to her?” A guy with sandy colored hair and bright blue eyes asked.

“Nick, first of all, I did nothing to her. Y/N just explained to me that she was tackled in a dancing accident at work last night.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You make it sound like I work at a strip club.” Everyone laughed and kept their eyes on you. “The company I work for put on the Mayor’s Ball last night and a guest at the event accidently plowed me down, resulting in a sprained ankle.”

They all nodded and the two women approached. A pretty, petite woman with a dark hair and a pixie cut extended her hand and you feebly tried to extend yours while keeping the crutch against your arm pit. “Oh my gosh, I am sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She said as she pulled back her hand. “I’m Erika.”

“And I’m Emma.” Said a pretty blonde with long hair.

“No worries. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you both.”

“Let’s go take a seat in the living room and get you off your feet.” Emma said while the three of you walked to a pair of couches.

You sat down and placed the crutches to the side of the couch so they were out of the way but wouldn’t fall. “Hey, Chris? Do you have a chair I can use to put my ankle up?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” He said as he disappeared into another room.

Erika got back up to go grab her wine glass from the kitchen counter. “Y/N, do you want anything?” She asked.

“I’ll take a glass of water. I probably shouldn’t drink and drive with a bad foot.”

“Good point.” She said while reaching in the refrigerator for a bottle. She poured it in a glass before walking it over to you.

Chris had come back in the room carrying a dinning room chair and a throw pillow. He placed it in front of you and gently picked up your leg placing it on the pillow on top of the chair. The touch gave your goose bumps and you hoped he didn’t notice. “Does this feel okay?” Chris asked.

Oh God yes. “Y-yeah, that feels good. Thank you.”

“No problem. Hey guys, why don’t you come in here. Bring that stack of games too”. He said to the guys in the kitchen. Chris walked into the kitchen grabbing various bowls of snacks and attempted to balance them while walking back into the room.

The guys all took a seat and introductions were made. Besides Nick, the other two were Justin and Will. All of Chris’ friends were attractive. Once again proving your point that everyone in California is good looking. Emma sat next to you with Nick next to her. On the other couch sat Erika, Will, and Justin. Chris sat in an arm chair facing your couch. The first game up with Trivial Pursuit. You did not dominate but it gave you great insight to the friendships they all shared. Lots of teasing and bragging which was right up your alley. You moved on to a Hollywood who’s who trivia game that Will had on his phone. You were beyond embarrassed that you knew a little too much about pop culture and which celebs were married and to whom. There was even a question about Chris which you purposely blew to avoid the added embarrassment.

Most of game night was spent talking and laughing. Chris laughed a lot and with his whole body. You completely understood why everyone wanted to be near him. Mostly you observed as you didn’t know the inside jokes, although the ladies made sure to explain things and include you as much as possible.

After the games were put away and everyone had a fresh drink, you switching to a Fanta Orange, people split into little groups and just chatted. Chris switched spots with Nick and Emma switched places with Erika. “You know, Tim would be perfect for her.” Erika said looking at Chris who furrowed his brow as well as you.

“Who’s Tim?” You asked.

“Tim is another friend of ours that is normally here but he had to work late tonight. You’d like him, he’s tall and really hot.” Said Erika.

You let out a loud laugh which attracted a look from the others. Taking a drink from your glass you raised your eyebrows to Chris who still just sat there bewildered. “She doesn’t need you setting her up within anyone.”

“Hey, wait a minute, I like tall.” You said sending Erika a wink.

“Y/N, what’s your status? She asked.

“My status? What do you mean?”

“Single, taken, not looking?”

“Single.” You said cautiously. “Widowed.” You said with a quiet voice.

Both Erika and Chris looked at each other and then back at you. Both faces filled with sorrow. Before they could speak you jumped in with a dismissive wave of your hand. “It’s fine. It’s hard to work that into a conversation. I should just stick to single.”

Chris reached across Erika and cautiously grabbed your hand. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine, honestly. It’s been a little over two years now. Caleb. Caleb was my husband for 8 years. He was in a car accident.” They nodded their heads listening intensely. “I’ve dated a little here and there this past year, but nothing really beyond a first date or two. It’s hard to get back into it. I met him when I was 23, it’s hard to remember how to do the whole dating thing.”

“I don’t know what to say. But honestly, I’m here if you ever want to talk or just go out.” Erika said with a small smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Me too.” Chris added.

You squeezed his hand before letting go of it.

“Thanks. To both of you, really. I would like that.” Looking Chris dead in the eyes. “But before I ruin good makeup, what Endgame spoilers can you tell me?” He busted out the biggest laugh you had heard while throwing his head back. You and Erika irrupted in a fit of giggles.

 It was almost one in the morning when everyone started to clear out. You grabbed your crutches and headed toward the door where Erika and Emma were standing. “You can give Tim my number, but please don’t pressure him. If he calls, he calls. I’m not even going to worry about it. But, maybe have him wait a week.” You said gesturing to your ankle. “It’s not a first impression of myself I like to give out too often.”

“Oh, he’ll call.” Said Erika with a smirk while Emma nodded her head.

“Who’s going to call.” Chris asked suddenly appearing next to you.

“Tim. Erika’s giving him Y/N’s number.” Emma said.

Chris’ face fell. “Oh.” He said, quickly recovering and throwing on a smile.

Why does he seem disappointed? He’s Chris Evans. I’m just me. Maybe he just doesn’t think Tim and I will be a good fit.

Hugging both ladies as best you could, given you were still holding your crutches. You said goodbye with promises of getting together soon. Chris grabbed your arm with a light touch. “Thanks for coming out tonight Y/N. Everyone loved you.”

“And I loved meeting your friends. Thanks for including me.”

Chris pulled you into a gentle hug. One of his hands rubbing circles in your back. Nothing was said as you both held each other longer than necessary. He smelled so good. A nice combination of manly spice and the ocean. Once he let go you pulled back and smiled. “I’ll see you around Chris.”

You started walking to your car and saw that Dodger was following you while Chris stood at the door while holding it open. You placed your crutches in the back seat and sat in your front seat. With the door still open you petted Dodger a few times before carefully closing your door and starting your car for the drive home. Once you managed to get upstairs and throw on your pajamas you laid in bed and grabbed your phone.

Pulling up Chris’ contact info, you sent him a text.

Y/N: Just wanted to let you know I made it home safe in sound. I almost took Dodger with me.

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed.

Chris: While I’m glad you made it home, I’m heartbroken to hear my first instinct of you buying a dog napper is true.

Grinning from ear to ear and suppressing a laugh. You typed your response.

Y/N: If anyone’s breaking hearts, it’s you Mr. Evans. Sleep tight.

Chris responded with a sleepy emoji and a heart.

Chris: Night beautiful

You may have just died.

Chapter 4

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #rpf #fanfiction

[firesidefantasy]

so last night i realised i had almost hit 500 posts on this account. and then i had the brilliant, genius idea to make a post with 500 facts about monster house for my 500th post.

this was not a genius idea in any way shape or form.

i am not a genius.

but i did it anyway, so now i present to you:

five-hundred-fucking-facts about monster house

enjoy. 

KENZI

1) Kenzi was abandoned as a baby 2) She was adopted by Monster House 3) She does not know when her birthday is 4) Her best friend growing up was Toby 5) Kenzi thought she was a vampire when she was a kid 6) She went around biting people’s necks for weeks 7) Kenzi loves photography, Instagram, and modelling 8) She has ran four marathons and six 10ks 9) She has been dying her hair since she was 14 10) Kenzi’s favourite chocolate brand is Cadbury’s 11) She loves cooking and hosting parties 12) She hates being human and wishes she was a monster too 13) She is almost fluent in French 14) Kenzi has no idea what she wants to be when she’s older 15) She never wants to leave Monster House 16) Kenzi is always chewing gum

HARLOW 17) Harlow dyes her hair black 18) She plays drums because her dad told her it was for boys 19) She plays basketball because her dad told her it was for boys 20) Her mum died three years ago and Harlow has never got over it 21) She lives with her dad, their relationship is recovering 22) Harlow won’t leave the house without a beanie 23) She loves video games like overwatch and call of duty 24) She is absolutely shit at video games 25) Doritos are her favourite snack 26) Harlow has lost count of how many cousins she has 27) If she could be any monster, she’d be a vampire 28) She’s in a college band called ‘4am’ 29) They’ve played three actual gigs so far 30) Harlow wants to be in a famous band 31) Harlow does NOT want to ever get a real job 32) She writes a lot of songs 33) Nobody will ever see these songs 34) She hates the beach 35) The only thing she hates more than the beach is spelling errors 36) She also hates vegetables and weather over 20 degrees C 37) She loves the sound of rain and thunder 38) She hoards TV boxsets and prefers them over Netflix 39) She loves antique stores and charity shops 40) She has an impressive vinyl collection

TOBY 41) Toby is bisexual but prefers guy 42) He’s known he was bisexual since discovering Tom Holland 43) His favourite superhero is Iron Man 44) Spider man is a close second 45) Toby wanted to be a superhero when he was a kid 46) Now he wants to be a super villain (#edgyteen) 47) He’s enrolled in school part time 48) Avoiding sunlight makes school difficult 49) The kids at school joke that he’s a vampire because of this 50) They don’t know why that’s so funny 51) He plays bass guitar but never lets anyone else listen 52) Except Matty. Sometimes he joins in with the ‘drums’ 53) Toby loves going to the skate park at night 54) He once wrote a 500 word essay on why the moon is better than the sun 55) He knows every constellation and loves stargazing 56) He loves sitting on his dad’s balcony and watching the stars 57) Toby doesn’t know who his mum is 58) Metal and rock music is his favourite 59) He chews on his finger to satisfy his desire to bite things 60) Sometimes he’s tempted to see if he could bite his finger off 61) He never has 62) Toby loves tomato ketchup 63) Immortality intimidates him 64) He only wears band tee shirts 65) He starts wearing beanies everywhere after meeting Harlow 66) Toby idolises Harlow 67) His favourite food is pancakes with chocolate sauce 68) Kenzi makes him pancakes to apologise after they fight 69) Toby buys her bars of chocolate to apologise 70) Kenzi and Toby bicker a lot 71) They are also best friends 72) Toby’s favourite period of history is the Roman emperors 73) Caligula was his favourite emperor 74) Toby almost turned Kenzi when they were 14 75) He despises pop music 76) Kenzi and Toby fight over nothing more often than pop music 77) Custard makes him want to throw up

KAI 78) Kai has six older sisters 79) He is one of two guys in the witches coven 80) He speaks French and Italian (almost) fluently 81) He volunteers at the local animal shelter 82) He does not get along with his family 83) Kai tries to fit in but he isn’t very good at it 84) He gets very upset if his hair doesn’t look right 85) He struggles with dysphoria but his parents won’t let him get T 86) Kai loves doing jigsaws and watching reality shows 87) He listens to music to drown out his parents arguments 88) His oldest sister Natalia is his favourite 89) She cut his hair and bought him guys clothes after he came out 90) Natalia plays board games with him and helps with homework 91) Kai loves baking - especially banana bread 92) He hates bananas but could eat banana bread all day 93) Being a witch is hard and he’s really really bad at it 94) Kai once turned a dining room chair into a frog 95) He also turned his mother’s earrings into a donkey 96) They never let him keep the animals 97) Pop music and indie rock are his favourites 98) Kai is scared of the dark 99) Science and maths make no sense to him 100) He plans on leaving the witches coven when he’s 18

PHILLIP 101) Philip is a history professor at Seabrooke University 102) He was born in 1893 under the reign of Queen Victoria 103) He campaigned with the suffragettes - and even broke a window once 104) He is a hardcore liberal and despises the conservative party 105) He attended the 1908 summer Olympics held in London 106) He once had a fling with a maid of George V’s 107) Phillip had entered a competition to be on the titanic 108) He was an engineer during world war 2 109) His nose was broken at a protest for women to be given degrees 110) Phillip has been married three times 111) The first died, the second left him for another man 112) The third was a Vegas marriage about 30 years prior 113) Phillip is straight - but he’s experimented extensively in the past 114) He does the newspaper crossword puzzle every morning 115) He bans TV until after 3pm 116) Phillip moved to Monster House in the 70’s 117) He despises the movie ‘Twilight’ above all else 118) He is the one who decided to adopt Kenzi 119) Phillip is essentially in charge of Monster House 120) He adores barbecues with his family 121) He hates Russia, incorrect grammar, and coffee

MATTY 122) Toby brought a stray dog in one day 123) The next morning, a toddler was asleep in their living room 124) Phillip decided to keep him 125) His hobbies include chewing people’s shoes and phone chargers 126) He has broken exactly seven bones 127) There is no soul clumsier than Matty 128) His face is full of freckles and his cheeks are always red 129) He runs everywhere 130) He wants to be a footballer or an astronaut when he’s older 131) Matty breaks Phillip’s morning TV ban so he can watch cartoons 132) His favourite game is fetch 133) Toby created a machine for him that throws a ball over and over 134) Matty hates it - he likes playing with an actual person 135) His wolf form is small, fluffy and a little too blonde 136) Phillip has been assured that he will get less blonde as he grows up 137) Toby once tried to enter him in a dog competition 138) They won £20 and bought the biggest ice creams they could 139) Matty loves porridge almost as much as he loves shoes and Toby 140) He has an imaginary friend called Boris who he blames for everything

CALLIE 141) Callie is half fae and half human 142) Her full name is Calypso, but everybody calls her Callie 143) She cannot tell lies, but is excellent at talking around the truth 144) She’s introverted and shy - but also amazing at public speaking 145) She wants to be a legal aid barrister 146) Her hair is naturally brown but she dyes it red 147) She plays acoustic guitar in 4am - the same band as Harlow 148) Her roommate is a werewolf but she doesn’t know about it yet 149) She has travelled to France and Italy 150) But she wants to travel the world 151) Her bedroom walls are covered in maps 152) She has an emergency supply of snacks in a room at all times 153) Her biggest dream is to have her own library room once day 154) With a secret bookshelf door, of course 155) Her lava lamp and beanbags are her prized possessions 156) She does not have a good relationship with her parents 157) She struggles with insomnia and rarely sleeps 158) Coffee is her one true love 159) She adores long car rides and she adores driving 160) She works part time at a coffee shop 161) Her car is her other prized possession 162) Callie can devour bags of skittles in an instant 163) She forgets everything in her personal life 164) And remembers everything in her academic life 165) She loves fire and will sit and stare at it for hours 166) Sometimes she goes to the local aquarium to study 167) Change is her worst enemy - everything needs to be consistent 168) She has been a straight A student all her life 169) She goes for a long walk every Saturday afternoon 170) Callie writes songs when she’s feeling bad

MILO 171) Hiding antlers in public is the bane of his existence 172) He is part of a group who want to tell humans about monsters 173) Milo does not particularly like humans 174) He has curly blonde hair that is usually a mess 175) One of his eyes is darker blue than the other 176) He loves blanket forts and fairy lights and hot chocolate 177) He has a part time job delivering pizzas 178) This means he gets a discount on pizzas, which he takes advantage of 179) Percy Jackson is the main reason he’s doing a classics degree 180) He enjoys writing fantasy books in his free time 181) He is reasonably fluent in Ancient Greek and Latin 182) ‘Out of Bounds’ signs are a welcoming invitation to Milo 183) He will explore everything and anything 184) Milo wants to travel to South America the most 185) He has two mums 186) They both adore Callie 187) He goes rock climbing in his free time 188) This is so he can climb trees, fences, and monuments better 189) He claims he’s climbed several mountains 190) Callie does not believe this claim 191) He was not raised in Seabrooke and had few monster friends as a kid 192) Milo is a nymph 193) His father is one of his mother’s best friends - also a nymph 194) His ‘father’ taught him to garden and to bake 195) Milo never called him dad - he was always Uncle Barney 196) He loves growing his own flowers 197) Nymph magic allows him to grow the most beautiful plants and flowers 198) It also allows him to bake exceptional cakes and cookies 199) He adores his younger brother and sister 200) He is double jointed and left handed

KENZI AND HARLOW 201) Making out is their favourite pastime 202) Harlow spends most of her free time at Monster House 203) They enjoy joking about how ‘platonic’ their relationship is 204) Kenzi loves cooking for Harlow 205) They spend a lot of time watching TV shows together 206) Stranger Things and Friends were their last binge-watches 207) Harlow is always invited round for Friday Board Game Night 208) Kenzi constantly steals Harlow’s clothes 209) Harlow loves playing with Kenzi’s hair 210) Harlow loves holding Kenzi’s hand 211) Harlow just loves touching Kenzi as much as possible 212) They both have a years pass to the local petting zoo 213) Kenzi goes to all of Harlow’s band gigs and basketball games 214) She wants to set up a cheer leading squad for the basketball team 215) Harlow just wants to see Kenzi in a cheerleader costume 216) Harlow asked Kenzi to be her girlfriend 217) Kenzi said I love you first 218) They’re planning on getting an apartment together after graduating 219) Also a dog 220) Harlow adores getting Kenzi to play (and fail at) video games 221) Kenzi is a massive flirt - Harlow does not appreciate it 222) Harlow once stabbed Kenzi on the hand whilst cooking together 223) Kenzi and Harlow do not cook together 224) They bicker a lot 225) But Harlow adores Kenzi more than anything else, and vice versa

TOBY AND KAI 226) Toby only got the guts to ask Kai out because his dad made him 227) They are polar opposites in just about every way 228) Toby didn’t know what being transgender meant before meeting Kai 229) Toby calls Kai ‘sunshine’ 230) Kai calls Toby ‘grumpy guts’ for the most part 231) They fall asleep on the phone together a lot 232) They also fall asleep in the same bed a lot 232) Kai’s parents do not like vampires so they don’t know about Toby 233) They met through the Monster House toddler group when they were kids 234) They both went to the Monster House study group as kids/teenagers 234) Nowadays, they ‘study’ in Toby’s room instead 235) Kai drove Toby mad up until very recently 236) It wasn’t exactly love at first site 237) Toby threw up on Kai - the hatred only grew from there 238) Over time, Toby developed a soft spot for Kai 239) Nowadays, Kai still drives him crazy, but in a good sorta way 240) They have every intention of moving in together after school ends 241) Kai has a drawer of clothes at Toby’s place 242) Toby has punched six people in defence of Kai 243) One was an eleven year old. He has no regrets 244) Toby frequently takes Kai stargazing 245) Toby also taught him how to skate 246) Kai speaks French to Toby and he loves it 247) Sometimes Kai takes Toby to volunteer at the animal shelter with him 248) Their biggest fights are over pop music and science 249) They plan on getting a turtle when they move in together 250) Kai loves sitting on Toby’s lap 251) He also loves stealing his sweaters 252) He also loves fixing his hair 253) He frequently picks flowers for Toby and spends hours arranging them 254) Kai also loves falling asleep on Toby 255) Toby kisses Kai’s cheek a lot 256) Toby adores Kai, but he rarely admits to it 257) He took Kai to a Troye Sivan concert in February 2019 258) Kai sends Toby selfies a lot throughout the day 259) Toby saves every single one to his phone - but won’t admit to it 260) Toby’s dad r e a l l y wants him to marry Kai

CALLIE AND MILO 261) They met when they were both searching an abandoned church 262) They thought the other was a ghost 263) For the longest time, Callie was ‘ghost girl’ in Milo’s phone 264) Their first date was in Starbucks 265) But they tell people it was back in that abandoned church 266) They are both too terrified to ever go back to that church 267) They have plants to travel the world together 268) Callie’s phone background is Milo and his messy bed head 269) Milo’s background is Callie in one of his sweaters 270) Callie hoards Milo’s sweaters 271) Milo practically lives at Callie’s apartment so he doesn’t mind 272) Callie only really sleeps when she’s with Milo 273) Milo likes playing with her hair while she reads out loud 274) The sound of her voice calms his anxiety 275) Callie frequently plays guitar and sings for Milo 276) He considers himself her number one fan 277) Callie likes listening to him ramble about history and classics 278) She often falls asleep while he talks - he never seems to notice 279) Callie drives Milo everywhere 280) Milo always makes the best road trip playlists and snacks 281) Milo’s mum’s adore Callie 282) They go for family dinner every other Sunday 283) They are going to Greece together over the summer holidays 284) Their opinions on monster politics differ wildly 285) Callie enjoys teaching Milo how to play guitar 286) Milo grows his own flowers to give Callie 287) He also enjoys cooking for her 288) Sometimes he brings her breakfast in bed 289) He usually gets a blowjob in exchange for this 290) They make a game out of fucking in as many places as they can 291) This has included: the grocery store, a church, the forest 292) Milo’s parents frequently bring up marriage 293) They’re both quite content with how things are 294) One day, they’d both like a small wedding in Europe somewhere 295) Zoos, petting farms, and aquariums are their favourite dates 296) Milo is basically Callie’s pillow 297) Callie writes songs for Milo 298) Her parents do not approve of her dating a Nymph 299) Callie’s roommates adore Milo and love that he basically lives there 300) They fight about how much wardrobe space Milo takes up frequently

BACKGROUND CHARACTERS 301) Callie’s roommate is a werewolf 302) She doesn’t know that Callie isn’t human and vice versa 303) Werewolf roommate (Arya)’s family is originally from India 304) Arya loves escape rooms 305) Callie loves petting Arya in wolf form 306) Milo is the only one who questions why there’s a wolf in the kitchen 307) But Milo still feeds Arya-in-wolf-form blueberry muffins 308) Bruce the Minotaur has lived in Monster House forever 309) Nobody really knows where or when Bruce came from 310) He has a very distinctive Greek accent 311) Bruce makes the best waffles 312) And he knits a damn good scarf and woolly socks 313) Which is incidentally what everybody gets for their birthday 314) Sheryl the Siren is like a crazy aunt to the kids in Monster House 315) She auditioned for X Factor once - she didn’t get in 316) Her vocal inspirations are beyonce and mariah carey 317) Sheryl is married to Mary-Anne the Mermaid 318) Mary-Anne lives in the coves behind Monster House 319) Sheryl loves singing for Mary-Anne 320) Maybe it’s the water-clogged ears, but Mary-Anne enjoys the singing 321) They had a beautiful beach wedding twelve years ago 322) Kenzi was a flower girl, Toby was a page boy 323) There is a ghost living in the attic of Monster House 324) It never seems to come out 325) Bruce sits outside the attic door each night to keep it company 326) Sometimes it likes to play drums with pots and pans 327) Nobody really has a name - it’s just ‘the ghost in the attic’ 328) They leave cookies for it at Christmas - they always get eaten 329) Sometimes Matty gets there first 330) Grace the Gorgon is an interior designer 331) She wears a veil-like head cover to hide the snake hair 332) Most humans just assume the head cover/snake hair is a new trend 333) Grace constantly redecorates Monster House 334) The house usually puts everything back overnight 335) Monster House does not like change 336) Grace is a wanted felon for the murder of a man named Perseus 337) Humans seem to be destined to forever walk past Monster House 338) Thus, Grace has never been caught 339) It is rumoured that she was once called Penelope 340) Nobody quite knows what Perseus did to warrant murder 341) Nobody quite trusts Grace with a knife, either

SEABROOKE 342) Seabrooke is a small, sleepy seaside town in southern England 343) It is the suburban hot spot for Monster life 344) Seabrooke has a population of 4,500 345) Around 250 of these are monsters 346) For some reason, Seabrooke has it’s own university 347) Nobody really knows why - it’s possible Phillip had a role in this 348) Seabrooke has two primary schools, a secondary, and a sixth form 349) It gets a lot of tourists during the summer 350) Everybody hates the tourists - especially Monsters

WITCHES COVEN 351) When Bruce the Minotaur gets sick - he can’t be taken to the doctors 352) The Witches Coven is the main place Monsters go when they’re sick 353) Witches are difficult creatures and the Coven are no different 354) If you get on their bad side, they’ll refuse you service 355) The Witches Coven therefore practically run the town 356) There are three families that make up the Coven 357) Admittance is only to witches with the blood of prestigious families 358) Kai is part of the Witches Coven 359) Kai’s family practically runs the Witches Coven 360) There is a lot of tension between the Witches and Phillip 361) Largely because they both have a lot of influence over Seabrooke 362) Regardless, Phillip still genuinely likes Kai 363) The Witches tend to be high maintenance and spoilt 364) The parents are like the worst white suburban soccer mums ever 365) Regardless, they are excellent at healing magic 366) But also excellent at ruining your life 367) They have definitely killed a few monsters - but it cannot be proved

LOCAL NEWSPAPER 368) The Daily Seabrooke is ran by shapeshifters 369) Nobody remembers when the TDS was started 370) Philip adores it for the crosswords 371) Apparently the crosswords are ‘out of this world’ 372) TDS is ran by a group of crazy looking students 373) Of course, they’re shapeshifters, so they’re probably all 1000+ 374) The shapeshifters behind TDS don’t mingle with other monsters 375) At least not as themselves 376) They report on human politics and news as well 377) Only monsters are sold the copies with monster news included 378) Half of TDS is gossip about the people in Seabrooke 379) Nobody is really safe from their snooping 380) Their methods include being a literal fly on the wall 381) Most breakups, Witches Coven drama, and Vamp/Wolf fights are put in 382) TDS is extremely controversial amongst Monsters in Seabrooke 383) Kenzi thinks it’s fucking hilarious

SEABROOKE UNIVERSITY 384) The University is crawling with monster life 385) Several professors are monsters 386) Most notably are Phillip and Steven 387) Phillip teaches Modern History 388) Steven teaches Medieval History 389) Phillip is a Vampire, Steven is a Werewolf 390) They have a competition for who gets History Professor Of The Year 391) This competition frequently gets out of hand 392) Everybody knows about their rivalry, few knows why 393) Nobody knows how long the two have worked there - most say forever 394) That wouldn’t be far from the truth 395) Steven happens to be Arya (Callie’s Roommate)’s father

MONSTER HOUSE 396) Monster House is practically alive 397) It constantly expands and shrinks 398) There are always exactly as many rooms as are necessary 399) Only the first floor can be seen by passersby 400) And they often walk straight past it 401) Ordering pizza is a nightmare 402) It’s like the human brain cannot comprehend where it is 403) Even though it’s in an incredibly obvious location 404) When they do see it, they see only a normal house 405) The construction of the house makes no sense 406) There are rooms hanging over nothing and stairs leading to nowhere 407) Sometimes bedrooms move and finding them is a nightmare 408) The living room and kitchen like to switch places 409) On Monday’s the kitchen is green and nobody knows why 410) It is black and white the rest of the time 411) It is almost impossible to paint or decorate Monster House 412) It prefers to do that itself 413) Somehow the bedrooms always look exactly how they are wanted 414) At least they save on paint - that shit is expensive 415) Unfortunately, Monster House doesn’t clean itself 416) Toby has registered several complaints about this

LULU 417) Lulu’s full name is Lucifer 418) It has been living in the basement since the beginning 419) It has only been seen by four people 420) Phillip and Kenzi are two of those 421) They call it Lulu because Kenzi couldn’t pronounce Lucifer as a kid 422) The nickname kinda stuck 423) Lulu gets fed raw fish every morning 424) They just dump a bucket full down the hatch in the kitchen 425) Sometimes Toby threatens to feed Matty to Lulu 426) This causes Matty to have nightmares and sleep in Toby’s bed 427) So that one kinda backfired on Toby 428) Nobody actually knows what kind of creature Lulu is

MISC. FACTS 429) Harlow’s favourite song is ‘Lights Down Low’ by Max 430) Seabrooke is not on any map - nobody knows why 431) I really regret this 432) Never ever try to write 500 facts it will not be fun 433) Callie’s favourite kind of law is criminal law 434) Particularly fatal offences 435) She also likes land law because she’s fucking weird 436) Kai got into reality TV because of his sisters 437) One of the arcades in Seabrooke is monster themed 438) Toby works there on Saturdays - always taking the night shifts 439) Kai really wants to own his own bakery one day 440) He tried to get the local bakery to hire him but he’s too young 441) Kai also wants to live in France or Italy 442) He also wants to be on reality shows and get a fake tan 443) (Okay. Toby is pretty sure he was joking about that) 444) Kai always has to wish on a lucky star 445) Milo wants to be a published author one day 446) Kai has tried to run away from home twice 447) His parents put a tracking spell on him and found him too fast 448) Toby wishes he could skate at the park with the other kids 449) But he also secretly likes that everyone finds him mysterious 450) Toby used to have a (massive) crush on Kenzi 451) Now they’re both pretty gay 452) Everyone is gay tbh 453) Monsters have no concept of heteronormativity 454) Kenzi’s favourite colour is pink 455) Callie’s favourite animal is an octopus 456) Kai has a picture of him and Toby stuck on his bedroom wall 457) Kai has had a crush on Toby since they were kids 458) Coming out as trans wrecked Kai’s relationship with his parents 459) It is seen as a disgrace for witches to have male sons 460) Men are submissive in witch culture 461) Kai’s parents frequently misname and misgender him 462) The kids at school are much more accepting 463) Kai came out when he was 14 464) Toby has actually been one of his biggest supporters 465) Natalia has been his main supporter as well 466) Toby likes Kai a lot more since he came out 467) Kai feels more real to him now - and irritates him less 468) Toby doesn’t know how long Kai has liked him for 469) Kai is pretty open about being trans 470) Seabrooke is quite accepting, even if his parents aren’t 471) Kenzi is terrified of being rejected by the monster community 472) She really wants Toby to turn her so she can be an actual monster 473) She wears contact lenses so her eyes look purple 474) She doesn’t really like school and puts the bare minimum effort in 475) Harlow is taking four a levels - a difficult thing to do 476) Fuck this was the worst idea 478) Harlow channels her anger out through drumming 479) It’s therapist mandated so her dad cannot stop her 480) Even though he very very much wants to 481) Harlow’s favourite video game is overwatch 482) Her mains are lucio, junk rat, bastion and rein 483) Harlow despises spelling and grammar errors 484) Matty likes stealing Toby’s tee shirts 485) Between Matty & Kai, Toby barely has any clothes left 486) Which is fine as far as Kai’s concerned 487) Matty is like a little brother to Kai 488) Originally, Callie & Arya were part of a polygamous relationship 489) I cut that out, though, because I couldn’t think of a third girl 490) Seabrooke tends to have mild weather 491) During the summer, the heat can spike to 25-30 C max 492) It rarely snows, but it does rain a lot, and there’s a lot of wind 493) Most of the houses in Seabrooke were built 100ish years ago 494) It has a train station - nobody knows why - it’s the last stop 495) There is a Seabrooke museum ran by a vampire and a Fae 496) There is a secret monster section in the back 497) Idle Town by Conan Gray reminds me of Seabrooke 498) As does This Town by Neil Horan (I think that’s the name idk) 499) Fuck you to @livvywrites for not stopping me 500) I am never doing this again

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[awkward-radar-tech]

An Awkward Tech: Part 8

Summary: It is the trip you’ve been dreading since you began dating Matt, going home to meet your family. You were able to escape visiting for the holidays, but now that the new year has begun your family is growing impatient to meet your boyfriend of over a year. Will you be able to make it through the weekend without the usual drama? Only time will tell.

A/N: I’m back, y’all!!! There is angst in this chapter as requested long ago, but plenty of fluff to counteract it. And unless comments raise a need for another part, there are only 2 left, and there will be a large time jump between the end of this chapter and the start of the next. Warnings: angry political outburst, visiting a cemetery and passed loved ones

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 9 – Part 10

You and Matt made it through all the holidays without drawing question to your promise rings, or everybody noticed them but didn’t say anything about them. Either way, you were thankful nobody mentioned them. You were also thankful that you were able to escape the awkwardness of going home for the holidays this year, spending them all with the Organa-Solo clan. But you knew you couldn’t get off the hook that easy, and before you knew it your dad was calling you asking when you would be visiting home, and when they would finally get to meet the boyfriend. You told him that you had to talk with Matt first but you would find a weekend soon to come out and visit. That was a satisfactory answer so the conversation didn’t last much longer. You let out a sigh of relief when you hung up, thankful you were off the phone. Since you didn’t really want to go home, you put off telling Matt about it for a few days. But then one night your brain wouldn’t shut off, pestering you about the eminent trip home, and you could only think of one thing to fix it.

1:13 am: Hey, Matt, you still up?

1:16 am: I was asleep, but the vibration from your text woke me. What’s up, sweetheart?

1:17 am: can you come take me to the garden?

1:23 am: sure thing, I’m leaving now. I’ll text when I’m at your door so the knocking doesn’t wake ally

1:24 am: thank you Matty, see you soon

1:45 am: im here

You were on the couch, ready to leave, when Matt text. You opened the door, and walked out, locking it behind you, unable to say a word to Matt in your anxiety. He didn’t press, and just walked by your side in silence, opening doors for you like always. There were no words spoken until Matt had the tent set up with the sleeping bags inside.

He looked at you with care and worry, “Princess, every thing is set up, please come lay down. You can cling to me instead of your pillow if you’d like, too.”

Your voice was soft, but in the silence of the night it seemed too loud, “Okay, thank you.”

When you began to walk, Matt moved into the tent and sat down on his opened sleeping bag. You plopped down next to him and wrapped your arms around him, your pillow tossed to where his head laid when you pulled him down backwards. He reached his hand over to pull your sleeping bag over you before carding his fingers through your hair. 

“Angel, do you mind telling me why we are here? If and when you’re ready.”

You nodded you head to let him know you wanted to tell him, but waited a bit longer before you spoke. 

When at last you felt ready, you spoke in your usual volume but with a softer edge, “My dad called the other day asking when I would come home next, and when they all would get to meet you. I told him I’d talk to you and find a weekend, but I didn’t tell you because I don’t want to go. I keep thinking the worst is going to happen even though it will probably be fine. It is just that your family never questioned once my ability in my field of study, never said I couldn’t do it, and they are all so nice and have a strong bond. And my family is almost the opposite, and I don’t think I can get through it any more because I know what an amazing family looks like. Tonight I haven’t been able to shut off my brain from all those thoughts, and anxiety overtook me. Then I remembered that you said on our first date that you would bring me here if I needed it, so I text you.”

Matt squeezed you tight, “Oh, sweetheart, my darling princess. Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you, so they shouldn’t be too bad, want to impress me, right? You choose the weekend, I’m open whenever, just let me know.”

You were afraid of the tears about to spill and how it would affect your voice, so you went back to nodding. 

Matt moved to kiss your head, “I love you, Angel.”

You grabbed and squeezed his hand twice, the number of syllables in “Je t'aime”, and he squeezed back. 

You didn’t remember how long you stayed up enjoying the safety and comfort your boyfriend emanated, or when you fell asleep, once you woke up. The only thing you do know is that the sun is up and your phone is ringing from being called. You searched for it, rousing Matt in the process, and found it just as it stopped ringing. 

It was Ally. Many texts and 2 missed calls in the past 10 minutes. You forgot to leave her a note. You text her immediately ensuring you are okay, that you are with Matt at his garden, and that you asked him to take you because of anxiety. She responded with many middle finger emojis and a very typical comment, “dont scare me like that ever again, boo. I was worried sick. And fuck you for putting me through that.” You sent her hearts in return.

You were startled by a large hand being placed on your shoulder, “Sorry, princess, didn’t mean to make you jump. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah, it was just Ally. I forgot to let her know I was leaving so she thought I was kidnapped or something.”

“Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah. And I’ve known what weekend I want to go out to see them since I hung up with my dad. I’m going to text him right now.”

Matt sat in silence as you text your dad, rubbing your back so you remembered he was there for you. Neither of you spoke until your phone vibrated from an incoming text.

You looked and sighed, “We are all set for next weekend. And he says we will be going out to dinner on the Saturday.”

Matt pulled you into a hug, “It will be just fine, sweetheart. Do you want to go get breakfast at the diner?”

“Yeah, let me go change.”

You did your best to just let go of your worries and enjoy the atmosphere of the diner and let it raise your spirits. And thankfully it did, by the time you were finished and leaving you were back to your normal smiling and playful self. Matt was relieved, thankful he got in the habit of turning his volume on when going to sleep just in case you needed him during the night, and thankful he was able to help you get back to normal.

You spent the following weekend savoring being away from your family, at Matt’s house, helping him pack for your trip. You felt it was only fair that you helped him choose what to wear to meet your family when he did the same for you. When Matt couldn’t decide between two different shirts, you decided to model each for him by putting them on over your own clothes. That made him laugh so much that he still couldn’t decide so you just packed both. 

The rest of the week went by smoothly, and before you knew it, you were pulling up at Matt’s house in your car on Friday morning. Matt was out of his house before you could even close your car door, so you just opened the trunk for him and waited. 

He greeted you with a hug and a kiss after he tossed his bag in the back, “Good morning my princess. Are you ready?”

You returned the hug and kiss and gave him a tight lipped smile, “Good morning my prince. I’m ready as I’ll ever be. At least it is three hours away from now.”

Matt just held you tight for a moment, trying to reassure you that everything was going to be okay even though he didn’t know for sure. Then he closed the trunk and guided you to the front of the car so you could begin your journey. There were minimal cars on the road at this time, most people at work or school, so the trip was easy and you powered through until about an hour away from your house when you stopped for lunch.

As you pulled into the parking lot of the diner you spoke, “This used to be my favorite place to eat growing up and before we moved. We used to live a few minutes away, but when I moved away for college, they moved to a new house. It is weird going home now, because that never was my home, even though I have a room in it. Anyways, this is just your classic mom and pop American diner. They have the best onion rings, and they are made fresh.”

You spent an hour eating and talking, and surprisingly the staff still recognised you after a year and a half. When you left, Matt was confused when you turned onto the street in the opposite direction of the freeway, but he wasn’t going to question what you were doing. He knew where ever you were going was a place you needed to go, and wasn’t going to stop you. Before he knew it, you were parked in front of a nice little house with a tree in the front yard, but you didn’t move to get out.

“This was my home growing up. This is the place some of my best and worst memories were made. This is the place I would picture before I met you when somebody said to think of home. I don’t know who owns it now, but they haven’t done much to the outside in two years.”

Matt didn’t know what to say, so he just took your hand and gave it a kiss, then it was back to driving. Once on the freeway again, Matt zoned out on the passing towns, just focused on you and singing along to the playlist, but when you pulled back off the freeway, he was almost positive it hadn’t been long enough. And he was right, there were no houses along this road, but to one side there was the beautiful green of nice, well-kept grass scattered with divots and statues. It hit him. He was about to meet your mom, something he didn’t even think about happening this weekend. 

“Matt, I know I uh probably should have asked first, but we are visiting my mom. I’m so far away now I have to stop at least once every time I come and visit the rest of my family. You can stay in the car if you want.”

Before reaching the gates, you pulled over to the side of the road where a man was selling flowers. You picked out a bouquet and before you could get to your purse to grab your wallet, Matt had already paid the man. 

As you pulled away, Matt spoke, “It is the least I can do, sweetheart. And I would love to meet your mom.”

You pulled up to a corner and put the car in park, and proceeded to pull out three flowers from the bouquet. You got out of the car and Matt said he would let you have a few minutes alone. He was confused when you went down a few yards from the car, put down loose flowers on two graves, continued on to place the last, then walked back towards the car and past it, where you laid down the bouquet and then sat down. Matt silently watched as you spoke to your mom, wiping at the plaque. When you looked over at him, he figured that you were ready for him to get out. He made his way over to you and sat down with you, taking your hand in his after he settled. You didn’t say anything, just sat and laid your head on his shoulder. 

“Uh, hi, I’m Matt. I have been dating your daughter for a bit over a year now, and I love her very much. I wish I could have met you in person, (y/n)’s stories of you make you sound a lot like my mom. I hope you know you left a beautiful soul here on earth, and she is doing her best to make you proud.”

You couldn’t help but cry at what Matt was saying. It was so sweet and caring, and in that moment you truly hoped she was able to see and hear this. Matt pulled you closer and hugged you, letting you cry and shedding a few tears himself. You don’t know how much time passed, but once you felt ready you got up and headed back to the car, Matt right behind you. 

As you drove off, Matt finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging him since you pulled out the two flowers, “Hey, princess, who did you give the other flowers to?”

“My paternal grandparents, and my maternal grandma.”

“Oh.”

And that was the end of that conversation. The next 45 minutes were spent singing along to your playlist, and before you knew it you were pulling up in front of a nice two-story suburban home, your house. You weren’t sure if your sister would be home right now, but you had your own key so it didn’t matter. You kind of hoped nobody was home, just so you and Matt could bring in your stuff in peace and settle in before dealing with whatever your family was going to throw your way. There was no human response when you called out, and you silently thanked fate for this one blessing. You were welcomed by a dog and cat though. 

“Matt, that is Lily, the golden retriever they got after moving to a big enough house, she is 2, and still getting used to her size. And that is Noodle, my sister’s cat, who has acted like a dog longer than he has known what a dog is. Tate, my cat, is around here somewhere, but she is shy. Hopefully she will like you.”

Matt stopped to pet and say hello to each pet before following you upstairs. He entered your room a moment after you, but he knew you had found your cat from your high pitched greeting. He remembered you telling him in the past you missed your cat dearly, but you couldn’t bring her with you since Ally is allergic to cats, maybe things would change with Ally moving out soon. When he walked in and Tate didn’t try to escape your arms and flee, he figured she had missed you as much as you missed her. He hoped this was a good sign you had been anxious for no reason, but only time would tell. 

You had about an hour of time alone in the house before your sister got home. It was spent cuddling, Tate sitting in the corner glaring at Matt for taking her human, and you both ended up falling asleep and Tate curled up at your ankles like she used to. You woke to your sister screaming out that she knew you and Matt were here and you better not be “doin’ the do.” She is 19 but you’re pretty sure she will continue using the more “innocent” phrasing of things around family for the rest of her life. 

“My sister is here.”

Matt groaned and put a pillow over his head, “Five more minutes.”

“Alright but you gotta let me go or else she will really believe we are ‘doin the do’ and she will harass me about it no matter how much I tell her no.”

“Fine.”

You got up and walked out to see your sister, “We are not and have not done the do.”

As you spoke, your sister rushed toward you, nearly tackling you in a hug, “I’ve missed you! But where is your hunk?”

“I missed you too. And he is still napping.”

“No I’m not.”

“OOH! He is a hunk. Even more so than in photos, good job, sis.”

You flinched in fake pain when she hit your arm to punctuate her statement, “Thank Ally, she was in a class with him and apparently knew I would like him and hoped he would like me too.”

“She has always has been a real one.”

“Alright. Anyways, officially Joy this my boyfriend Matt. Matt, this is my sister Joy.”

“Nice to meet you Joy.”

“Same to you, Matt.”

The two of them began to talk, and you partially zoned out petting Lily. You were glad Matt and your sister got along, out of your family she was the one you had the least problems with, mainly only the typical sibling drama. You did pick up that your dad and his girlfriend would be home in the next two hours, but that they told Joy to just order some delivery or pick up something. 

You ended up having to flip a coin on where to go for dinner, you wanted one place, your sister wanted another, and Matt didn’t care and didn’t want to break the tie. You chose head. 

Your sister laughed, “Of course you chose that.”

You smacked her arm, “Shut the hell up.”

Matt just quickly flipped the coin he took out and let it land on the hardwood where Noodle began to push it around. You looked down and swore, it landed on tails. Your sister quickly celebrated and then grabbed her keys, you all were going to Taco Bell.

When you returned with your food, it was sister time. You sat and ate in the living room watching episodes from your favorite show you used to watch together. Matt happily sat silently and watched the show, letting you spend time with your sister. But when he heard the door open he moved to sit next to you for moral support, hoping any ensuing conversations wouldn’t go south.

Your father and his girlfriend walked into the room and Joy paused the show, “Welcome back (y/n), I’ve missed you. I hope you have been having a good time at college. If I go by how much you’ve visited and contacted your dear father I’d say you are.”

“Yes, dad. I’ve had a good time at school, working really hard.”

“But not too hard I assume, you have Matt after all.”

“Yeah. I should formally introduce you. Dad, May, this is my boyfriend Matt. Matt this is my dad John, and his girlfriend May.”

You each stood up and Matt shook your dad’s hand, “Nice to meet you, sir. You too, May.”

You gave your dad and May hugs, then your dad spoke again, “Sorry for working late. And cutting the night short, but I’m about to pass out so goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.”

They retreated to their bedroom and your sister resumed the show. Matt sat back down next to you, so you cuddled into him, eventually falling asleep. 

“Did she fall asleep on you?”

“Yeah, she did. It happens every so often. I’ll just carry her upstairs, as long as you can push open her door and turn on the light for me.”

“Sure. Just don’t smack her head on a wall. It would be funny for me but I don’t think she’d appreciate it.”

Matt didn’t know what it felt like to have a little sister, closest he had was Rey, but he was pretty sure that was a typical request. “I’ll try my best, thank you.”

Joy shut everything off and led Matt upstairs, and quickly pushed open your door and turned on your light as asked before retreating to her own room. Matt was thankful you were already in comfy clothes that could work as pjs so he didn’t have to wake you before tucking you in. He then changed and got in next to you, surprised you never stirred once, you must have been exhausted. 

The next morning found you stirring awake with a growling stomach due to the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs. You rolled over and pressed your face into Matt’s chest, mumbling to him that breakfast was being cooked and that you should get up before your sister comes knocking. You weren’t even sure he was awake until he pulled you tight and kissed your head accompanied by a grunted yeah. 

After slowly getting out of bed and putting on some slippers to protect your feet from the cold hardwood and tile floors you’d be on, the two of you made your way to the kitchen to find the almost buffet of food your dad was preparing. There were pancakes, turkey sausage, bacon, fruit, oatmeal, your sister had out her tiny waffle maker and used some of the pancake batter to make herself some waffles, and to your surprise he even made biscuits and gravy. There also was the staple toast and cereals that were always in the house. 

“Morning you two. I was at the store earlier in the week and I realized I didn’t know what breakfast foods Matt liked, so I got a bit of everything, and your favorites, (y/n). I would’ve called or text but I was pretty sure you were in class at the time, it was like 10:45 in the morning. I hope you can find something you like Matt.”

“Thank you sir. And I’m not really that picky, I’ll eat mostly any breakfast food.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“No problem. And Matt, call me John. Now don’t be shy, grab a plate and eat up. We can do whatever your heart desires today, until our dinner reservations at 7.”

You all sat and ate breakfast talking about random little things. Nothing went south, calming some of your nerves, but you knew there was a whole day ahead. You felt like you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help it.

During the day you all went and walked around the local mall. Things were pretty tame, a few off handed comments were made about you not visiting often anymore, but nothing you couldn’t ignore or return with a comment about how they could come visit too. Matt rarely left your side, holding your hand a lot of the time, making sure to squeeze it when those comments were made. 

Then it was time to head to dinner, you didn’t know where you were going, but your family knew what foods you like and your tastes haven’t changed too much, so you had faith in where they were taking you to. Sat in the back seat while your dad drove, you looked over and smiled at Matt when he pulled up to a local Italian restaurant. Hopefully this could be a good sign.

Your dad spoke from the front seat, “What are you to smirking about?”

“Matt took me to his family’s favorite Italian restaurant for our first date.”

Joy chipped in, “You clearly knew her tastes well enough before hand, or you got lucky.”

“I knew her tastes, she may have complained a few times about food places messing up her special orders before hand, and I asked her what foods she loved and what she wouldn’t touch in our blooming friendship before our date.”

Your conversation stopped while you walked into the restaurant, but it resumed once you were sat at the table.

May brought the conversation back, “So, I’m not sure if you’ve told your sister, but I’d really like to know how you met and how you began dating.”

You told the story with Matt sharing small tidbits. A story you’ve told many times, and probably will continue telling throughout your relationship. Your family was good and held all their questions and comments until you concluded.

Joy was the first to comment, “So, wait, Ally had waited for the perfect in to introduce you two? And when you began your first date neither of you knew it was? And if I come visit can I go see the garden?”

“Yes, yes, and for the last one, Matt?”

“Maybe, depends on how I feel that day.”

“What!?”

“I’m just kidding, yeah, of course.”

Your dad spoke next, “What is your family like Matt?”

“Well, I’m a triplet, my parents are interesting characters, and I have an eclectic extended family. Putting my whole family in a house together is quite an experience, and (y/n) can attest to that.”

“It was a party.”

The rest of the meal went swimmingly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a meal with your whole family that went this nicely, maybe they were behaving for Matt. But you knew there would come a time when that would change, and that time was after you got back to the house. On the drive back you got a text from Matt saying his mom publicly made a comment about staying her ground on a bill she supports that the president is against. You hoped and prayed that neither your dad nor May turned on the news or checked Facebook before they went to bed, there was a reason you and Matt carefully spoke about his family and never mentioned his last name. Senator Leia Organa represented the almost opposite views of John and May, and what Leia just said was something they would think was completely unprofessional and called for her immediate removal from office. And your dad would be quite vocal about it, even if he knew who Matt’s mom was. 

So it was just your luck that after you came home and changed into pjs, your dad turned on the tv which was left on the news, and they were talking about Leia. The fuse was ignited and would blow in three seconds. It got intense, and you stood there next to Matt hoping to every god and spiritual being you could think of that your dad wouldn’t start throwing things, and especially that he wouldn’t ask Matt his thoughts. You hoped he would do as he used to do with you and your sister and just state things and all you had to do was smile and nod even if you thought something completely different. Matt wouldn’t and couldn’t lie if asked to state his thoughts, you told him that you did not want him to lie during your major doomsday prep list, but he could and should just nod if asked for assurance.

“Who the fuck does she think she is? Saying this type of shit? Sorry sweetheart, but this is why I can’t come visit you, it is way too close to where this bitch lives.”

You quickly squeezed Matt’s hand to keep him calm, you can get through this without breaking, your dad would be calm in a minute. Your heart skipped a beat with what your dad said next.

“Matt, can you believe this? This is the president she is talking about.”

Matt shook his head no and said he couldn’t believe it, which was true, his mom hadn’t been this bold in years and she had made a vow to her family to be more mellow. But she was really passionate about this subject so he would give her a pass.

And with that your father began to deflate. Once he was calm you excused you and Matt from the room, claiming that you needed a good night’s rest before your drive home tomorrow. 

As you walked up the stairs your arms were shaking and Matt kept squeezing your hand to remind you of his presence and that you were alright. You felt like you couldn’t get to your room fast enough, and as soon as your door closed you were clinging to Matt, crying into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Matty. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought we should come here. I’m sorry.”

Matt softly rubbed your back and massaged the back of your head, trying his best to calm you, “Darling angel. It is alright. I’ve heard worse. I grew up hearing nasty things about my mom, but I know who she really is and now so do you, so you know they are wrong. Let’s go lay down sweetheart.”

You let Matt guide you backwards to your bed, still crying and clinging to him, and when you got to the bed you refused to let him go.

“You gotta let go so you can lay down. I’ll be in bed where you can hold me again in 5 seconds.”

“No I don’t want to.”

“Well, that leaves me only one choice.”

Matt turned you so he had his back to the bed and fell backwards onto it, causing you to squeak. He then kissed your head and continued to hold you until you rolled off of him. 

You still had tears falling, but that didn’t stop you from playfully hitting his arm, “Why did you do that?”

“You didn’t leave me any other choice, it is better to lay down when you’re compromised”

You were still very upset but your tears slowly stopped and dried. After you moved off of Matt, and you each adjusted your positions on the bed, you curled into his side and hugged his chest. 

Matt felt lost, he didn’t know how to help you, he already told you it didn’t hurt him since he was used to it, so he just held you close. This wasn’t exactly what you feared would happen, but he knew in a way it was worse. Leia became a second mom to you the moment you met her, and you became the daughter she never had, so hearing your dad go off against this new mother figure was like a shot through the heart. 

After a while he decided to check up with you and kissed your head, “How are you feeling Angel?”

He waited for your response, and when he didn’t get one he moved back enough to peak at you to find you were fast asleep. He pressed a kiss to your temple, and settled into bed.

“I love you sweetheart. Goodnight.”

The morning comes quickly, and you couldn’t be more thankful. You woke on your own at 8, but found you couldn’t move, Matt had you pulled to him. After you carefully wiggled free you began to pack. As you did you pulled out your promise ring, you had decided it was easier for you to keep it in your pocket during the trip than wear it since your family knew you didn’t wear a ring the last time you visited, but MAtt could wear his since they didn’t know him. You wore it while you packed, just to have that extra form of comfort. You woke Matt up at 9 by laying on him and kissing his face, and you knew he had woken when he began to laugh.

“You doing better, Angel?”

“What? No good morning?”

“I think waking up to your kisses makes this a very good morning.”

“Ok, I’ll take it. And yes I’m doing better. We get to go home today.”

And by 10 you were saying goodbyes after a quick breakfast. You took off your ring before you went downstairs and it was right back on your hand before you pulled away from the curb. By the time you got to Matt’s your voice was gone from singing the whole way, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You survived this weekend, and you were glad. You gave Matt a hug and a kiss before he went in, and then you were off, back to Ally and your real bed in your real home.

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Avengers Endgame SPOILER FILLED Thoughtstream

Pretty much a blow by blow reaction stream straight from my mind in list form of the entire movie from beginning to end. Clearly full of spoilers so it’s below the cut and tagged to death. There’s some all caps screaming. A few keyboard smashes. A fair amount of cussing. Probably a fair amount of typos as I typed this while totally not rewatching it in the comfort of my home. 

Totally not.

I don’t really expect anyone to read all of this but it was all festering in my mind and now it’s out. 

SERIOUSLY I SPOIL LIKE EVERYTHING BELOW THE CUT DON’T CLICK IT UNLESS YOU’RE SURE YOU WANT TO SEE IT.

Who put’s mayo on a hotdog?

Oh man hawks didn’t even see it happen nooo. I knew we were opening with Barton family dusting but ouch.

Tony calling Nebula the blue meanie!

Nebula refusing the last of the food and making Tony eat it makes me love her even more. 

Tony somehow keeps his sense of humor even in the face of death. God I love him. I know he’s gonna make it off this ship.

HA, that Internet joke about Carol showing up right after the trailer scene is true. That’s hilarious.

They never explain how Carol knew to look for them, but I’m going to guess she came to earth ala the scene after Captain Marvel and then went back out to see if she could find him.

Or she got REALLY lucky

I’m unclear does Nebula need oxygen and food? Or just significantly less than a full on human? She seems much better off than him.

Steve shaving did we miss seeing the beard one last time by like seconds? rude.

OMG Rocket sitting down and taking Nebula’s hand. The last of their family. Everyone else gone. My heart is aching.

23 days so we’re less than a month past Vanishing Day

Ha Tony calling Rocket Build a Bear is my first genuine laugh this movie.

I honestly was dying on the inside the whole time Tony is losing his shit on Cap. I mean he needed to say it all but seeing how sick he is and falling apart. He rips off his reactor and hands it over then collapses.

My heart.

Rhodey man. “That’s cute, Thanos has a retirement plan.”

Man this is the least planning they’ve ever done before a mission. They’re just gonna pack up, hop in a space ship and go kill Thanos? Cool. Coolcoolcool.

Okay it’s pretty good to see a lot of that trailer stuff is from very early on in the movie.

“Who here hasn’t been to space? You better not throw up on my ship.” XD

How does this big ass planet that can clearly sustain life have no life on it? Just Thanos some birds and some Meiloorun fruit?

That’s a Star Wars reference for those of you who don’t cross fandom lines.

So his snapping arm looks completely borked.

OH SHIT THEY CAME IN SWINGING

FUCK THOR CHOPPED OFF HIS ARM DAMN

ASDFKSAJDOFIUA THE STONES ARE GONE

Wait why is Banner still not Hulking out? How is that suit still running?

Damn he destroyed the stones. He knew they’d come.

DAMN THOR WENT IN HARD.

We are like twenty minutes in and Thanos is dead? I… what?

*crumples up and throws away all predictions she had before going into the movie

FIVE YEARS LATER?!?

FIVE

FIVE YEARS

I should have brought a paper bag to breath into.

Okay there’s the support group. Yup a lot of the footage from trailers and stuff is front loaded at the beginning of this. Which is good, because no clue where this is genuinely going.

Did… did a rat just bring Ant-Man back? A rat?

Shit how long has it been for him?

Oh wait, he’s looking for his people maybe not that long.

P-professor Chang?

Can you imagine how disorienting this all is for Scott? Pops out five years after a tragedy like the snap with no idea what the hell is happening.

My sister literally turned to me and said “no trash service but they built a monument?”

Valid question. Very valid. 

OMG CASSIE IS ALL GROWN UP I CAN’T.

I don’t think he fully realized how much time had passed until he saw his daughter.

“You’re so big” just made me tear up a little.

I just had a baby daughter four months ago. So I’m trying not to imagine what it would be like to vanish along with a bunch of other people and then turn back up five years later.

CAROL’S HAIR.

I’m sorry some of this is probably going to be completely incomprehensible unless you’ve seen the movie it just needs venting.

I am liking that they’re all reporting to Nat. That Rocket and Nebula are clearly teamed up.

OMG rocket made a joke about the haircut and Carol called him Fur Face

In case you didn’t know I have a ridiculous love for Rocket so I’m just glad he’s got a support system right now with almost the entirety of his found family dusted.

Capt. Marvel is basically saying she’s out for most of this movie isn’t she? I guess that makes sense she’s OP as hell.

Rhodey is tracking Clint but reluctantly. Clint’s clearly gone off the deepens a bit. Vigilante. Nat isn’t taking it well. Oh no she’s crying. 

This movie is gonna kill me.

I’m trying to imagine seeing a pod of whales in the Hudson River and I can’t imagine it. 

Okay so I’m guessing Scott’s about to turn up covering another major point from the early trailers. Yes yes yes. This is good.

Nat explaining that the Avengers gave her a family and a life and made her feel like she was a better person. Oh girl. You’ve done enough. It’s okay.

HA THE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES ARE PRICELESS

Scott doesn’t know science. He’s trying so hard. We need the Science Bros. Where are they?

FIVE HOURS

FIVE FUCKING HOURS?

HE WAS IN FOR FIVE HOURS AND LOST FIVE YEARS????

“Scott, I get e-mails from a raccoon so nothing seems crazy anymore.” LFAO

Tony has a daughter I’m dying. It had to be a little girl. 

Wait is he serious about eating crickets on lettuce? He might be this is semi post-apocalyptic.

Tony does not look happy to see them.

YES LET’S PULL A TIME HEIST. Tony isn’t feeling this but I am.

Oh, Scott, honey. Back to the Future? 

Though Tony your protege Peter used movies to make plans all the time. Maybe it’s not that laughable.

Okay I would die for his daughter. “Mommy sent me out here to save you.” Don’t think you were supposed to just say that outloud kiddo but props on a successful mission.

I know Tony too well for this. He’s saying no, because he loves his family. He needs his family. He’s scared to lose his family.

But now this idea is going to itch at the back of his brain aching to be solved.

Come on Tony lets go back to the future and pull off a time heist.

Hulk in glasses and a sweater is was not even on my theory bingo card what is happening. Is this his diner? They had to find him so he’s clearly not working for Nat right now. I have so many questions.

This whole thing with the kids is awkward. 

Come to think of it I have questions about how the infrastructure that is supporting things like cell phone networks is still functioning after the vanishing. Maybe because it’s been five years.

Is Nat flirting with Banner to get him to help?

Tony looking at a picture of Peter he’s got to try.

OH MY GOD HE GOT IT IN ONE EVENING.

EVEN HE LOOKS SURPRISED.

SHIT! 

I’m glad there is laughter in this movie and it’s not entirely heavy. I mean it’s Marvel I should have known.

He calls his daughter Little Miss. And she just extorted a juice pop out of him. I love Dad Tony. 

This is gonna hurt later I just know it. I can feel it in my gut.

“I love you 3000” My heart.

I’m glad that Tony is just going to have a straight up honest conversation with his wife about this.

He’s grown so much.

Oh Pepper, she’s telling him to do it. There’s some unsaid deep communication happening in this conversation. Bless this pair so much. She’s going to let him go and he’s going to go even though his gut his telling him that the road is not going to end well for him.

That’s why he wants to put it in a lock box and drop it to the bottom of a lake.

This is just so damn good so far. No complaints yet.

I kind of love this Hulk. He has no idea what he’s doing here but I love him. He’s like only half taking this seriously.

BAHAHAHA THIS TEST. HE comes back as a baby and Hulk is like “He’ll grow” I mean he’s not wrong but not the right answer buddy.

Another genuinely funny scene. 

“TIME TRAVEL!” With his hulk arms held wide.

Tony is literally speeding in his car there. Cap doesn’t even look that surprised.

Oh this is the Tony and Steve getting back on the same page moment I’ve been waiting for. I love it. I really love it.

HE BROUGHT THE SHIELD.

I love that it was in the trunk buried under kids stuff.

Tony is back and I love it even if I’m scared it’s gonna mean his end.

“Rhodey, careful on reentry theres an idiot in the landing zone.” As if I couldn’t love Nebula more in this movie.

Wait “New Asgard Please Drive Slowly” just threw me for a total loop. Good to know all the Asgardians didn’t actually die in that ship.

VALKYRIE!!!!

She’s like not acknowledging the Raccoon LMFAO

Holy hell what is happening here. Oh man Thor what have you done to yourself.

Actually, I get it. 

Are they playing Fortnite? 

This whole scene is super surreal right now. 

I actually kinda dig it but I did NOT see it coming. This movie has gone places I never would have predicted.

Thor kept strong for so long. He lost so much. He got all the way to the point where he’d done all he could think. He killed Thanos and there was no way to undo all that could be done so he just settled and existed. He drank and played video games with his buddies.

I get it.

Rocket just lured him onto the ship with beer. 

Was good to see Korg and Miek are alive. And there for them in their own ways.

RONIN ALERT.

Oh dude he’s just fucking people up does he even have a bow with him?

Nat waited until there was some way to undo the snap before reaching out to him. She’s just been silently tracking him waiting for a good reason to bring him in. 

In a matter of seconds Tony calls Thor “Lebowski” and Rocket “Ratchet” and I have always lived for his dumbass nicknames. 

Lebowski Thor is officially what I’m referring to this iteration of Thor.

Oh look a classic time travel trope a limit in the number of trips they can make. Makes sense though, Hank Pym was always very protective of how to make the particles so they only have what was made before the Vanishing.

I love the team debating how time travel really works. Listing all the time travel movies. Bill and Ted even snuck into the list. 

Not sure sending Clint back for the test was the best choice this is gonna be rough.

Okay he started to lose it at the end but he made it.

YES brainstorming session this’ll be fun.

Tony’s gentle handling of Thor says a lot. Tony’s been to rock bottom and recognizes the symptoms. At the same time I laughed when he offered breakfast and Thor said no he wanted a Bloody Mary.

ROCKET CALLING SCOTT AN EXCITED PUPPY BAHAHAHA

Nebula is so dramatic I’m here for it. 

Laying all over the desk brainstorming for Nat to finally figure out that there are three stones in one place at one time. This is the content I came for.

TIME HEIST LETS GO.

And just like that its 2012 this is surreal.

LMFAO HULK DOESN’T WANT TO SMASH.

Interesting seeing what the Ancient One was doing during the battle of New York. On a roof defending the sanctum from Chitauri.

OH SHIT SHE JUST PUSHED BANNER’S SOUL OUTA HIS HULK BODY

I didn’t see that coming.

Just a glimpse of Loki. :-(

It was almost cruel to send Thor to Asgard to do this. I mean someone had to go with Rocket, but damn this is tough to watch.

DAMN Rocket smacked him. And also just called Mantis “the chick with the antenna”. Pep talk’s not bad but Thor is crying I don’t think he can do this.

I don’t know why they want to do it that way anyway, Jane would have taken one look at him and known it was the wrong Thor.

Wait… they’re sending Nat and Clint to Vormir… oh God… oh no…

Okay so that’s going to suck in a few minutes lets just put a pin in that.

Nebula you waited a bit to tell Rhodey that there’s another you out there looking for the same infinity stone you’re there to fetch. 

Oh look its like just barely pre-Guardians Gamora, Nebula, and unfortunately Thanos.

I have a bad feeling about this.

OH SHIT I HAVE A VERY BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS.

Turns out two Nebula’s in one place is bad voodoo. She’s seeing video from the other Nebula which means THANOS can see video from the other….

Yeah this is all gonna go bad.

HAHAHA Tony just checked out Steve’s ass. 

AMERICA’S ASS!!!

It’s hard to remember that this shit is going to fall apart when I’m laughing.

Tony just flicked Ant-Man to his target and all I can think about is Gimli an “toss me” from LOTR.

Is Cap about to fuck up a bunch of people in the elevator again?

STEVE YOU SNEAKY BASTARD YOU JUST HAIL HYDRA’D AND STOLE THE SCEPTER.

2012 Time heist is about to hit a hiccup isn’t it. OH MAN they just gave Tony a heart attack.

LOKI NO

I mean yes but no. Loki just nicked the Tesseract and dipped with it. 2012 Loki is just gone.

There’s like timeline repercussions there. Not entirely sure what they are but there will be repercussions.

Cap fighting himself! CAP CHECKING OUT HIS OWN ASS!

Man the Time Heist is so rapid fire there’s too much to absorb.

“I’m totally from the future.” - Lebowski Thor breaking a law of time travel

Thor’s heart to heart with his mom is giving me feels. He needed this.

YES MJOLNIR IS COMING WITH HIM!

Ok it’s never occurred to me how ridiculous Quill would look dancing around without the music. That’s hilarious.

AH SHIT THANOS KNOWS AND HE’S THERE AND THIS IS WHERE IT GOES TO SHIT.

NEBULA </3

It’s so good seeing Steve and Tony back on the same page trusting each other. And clearly completely throwing Scott “Piss-Ant” Lang for a loop. 

I didn’t expect a detour to the 70’s. AAAND that’s his Dad. Tony’s just run into his own father. 

This movie is a roller coaster I’ll tell ya.

This is all mush if you’ve read this far you deserve an award. Or a sticker. One of those.

What a weird decision to have Tony have this whole meet up with his father here. And now Steve is taking refuge in Peggy’s office. Like this is almost mean to do this to these two. 

Why is it the Russo’s never could decide if Steve had gotten over Peggy or not gotten over Peggy. Back and forth and back again. I take it we aren’t going to see the niece at all in this one?

Alright boys lets get the hell out of the 70s this felt like a weird trip without the drugs.

Damn Nebula why is past you such a bitch when I love present you so much. I know I know that’s because you grew and what not but shit I don’t know what you and Thanos are about to do but it’s about to suck.

FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT VORMIR BECAUSE THERE WAS SO MUCH GOING ON

I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for this. I don’t want either of them to die. This sucks. No No no no onoanfnaondaksldfj;lasdkja;

God we’re going to have to literally watch them fight over which one is going to sacrifice themself.

Here it is, I’m crying now. Me and Barton are just going to cry here in this puddle if you need us. 

They’re all back, except Nat. Which means that’s the wrong damn Nebula and no one notices because NO NAT. Shit. Shit shit.

This movie is going to give me a heart attack.

“Did she have any family?” “Yeah. Us.” :’-(

Okay Thanos like fucked up a whole mining community and shut down a star afterwards to forge a gauntlet to put the stones in and here’s Tony Stark plopping them into like an Iron Man armor piece like its nothing.

Looks sleek too. I dig it.

And they’re all too busy with the glove to notice fucking Nebula. SHIT. 

Man it’s hurting Hulk just to WEAR the damn thing. Thanos was just strolling around wearing it, which doesn’t bode well considering I see Nebula is bringing Thanos here. 

Cool. That’s cool. This is fine. 

How long of a moment of joy are they going to get. Clint’s wife is calling. Birds are singing. Shit is inches from a fan.

THERE’S THE SHIT. HOLY SHIT HE’S BLOWING AVENGERS HQ COMPLETELY OFF THE MAP NOOOOOOO

There’s like a whole hour left. Tell me they all survived that. I was not ready. I WAS NOT READY.

Oh here’s that shot of Hawkeye in the tunnel. Much later in the movie than a lot of those trailer shots. Fascinating. 

So 2014 Thanos is here with his whole crew and there’s a complete gauntlet here. Shit.

Well, they’re all alive. They’re not together entirely but they’re all alive.

Double wielding dad bod Thor just braided his beard with lightning and I’m here for it.

The stakes are at maximum. Now Thanos wants to destroy it all not just half. So failure here can never be undone there won’t be anyone to Avenge anything if he gets the gauntlet this time. That’s not terrifying at all.

Fuck that’s the wrong Nebula. BUT THERE’S THE RIGHT NEBULA WITH GAMORA.

Clint is like in the middle of this stand off like “wtf is happening I should have kept my hands on the glove”

Nebula just killed her own past self. And she didn’t vanish so no Back to the Future rules here for sure.

Damn Thanos is giving the boys a run for their money even without a single stone. 

Shit is Thor gonna die?

HOLY SHIT CAP HAS THE HAMMER AND THE THEATER JUST MIGHT EXPLODE FROM THE SOUNDS OF THE AUDIENCE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS.

Damnit Thanos is calling in the whole army. Cap is like the last one standing on the front line and he’s not backing down because he’s Captain “America’s Ass” America. Thor is down Iron Man is down. The others are trying not to drown. Shit.

OMG ON YOUR LEFT I JUST MIGHT CRY.

HOLY SHIT ITS EVERYONE I’M CRYING. 

PEPPER FUCKING POTTS IS HERE AS RESCUE HOLY SHIT.

TALK ABOUT THE CALVARY RIDING IN AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND HOLY HELL.

HE’S GONNA FUCKING SAY IT

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!

It’s a good thing they sound proof these theaters now or you’d hear this across town the audience is going fucking nuts.

There’s too much to touch on all this chaos I’ll hit the highlights because it’s so much.

Pepper and Tony fighting back to back.

Thor and Steve switching weapons, Thor telling him to keep “the little one” aka Mjolnir.

Tony and Peter reuniting and the hug.

Quill seeing Gamora and it’s the wrong Gamora and actually that broke my heart a little bit because his Gamora is gone forever.

Playing hot potato with the gauntlet.

Scarlet Witch fucking Thanos up to the point he panics and starts firing on his own troops to get her off of him.

Spider getting the gauntlet and for the first time ever activating instant kill on purpose.

Peter becoming the hot potato along with the Gauntlet.

OMG ROCKET FOUND GROOT AND HE’S BODILY BLOCKING HIM FROM FIRE MY HEART.

When the ships started firing up my sister elbowed me and legit was like “She’s here.” 

All the women assembling around Captain Marvel!! Even Gamora is with them holy shit!

Damn it the glove is back within his reach and I can’t with this. 

GET HIM CAROL DON’T LET HIM DO IT AGAIN.

She took a headbutt to the face like it was nothing and he panicked like a bitch pulled the power stone and punched her with it. 

OH MY GOD TONY

My sister silently handed me a tissue and I fell the fuck apart.

I never thought in a million years they would have it go this way. Tony snapping. Dusting Thanos and his army. 

I can’t even comment more on this scene I’m too sad. Everything after is too sad. The funeral.

There are infinity stone colored stones in the “proof that Tony Stark has a heart” setting. 

I love you 3000 Tony Stark.

Thor leaving Valkyrie in charge and heading off with the Guardians.

Quill clearly looking for new old Gamora. I doubt she was dusted so she must have just faded away after the battle to do her own thing.

Glad that Nebula is with them though.

I feel a loose beginning set up for the actual Asgardians of the Galaxy.

Bucky said goodbye to Cap like he knew Cap wasn’t going to be back with them in five seconds. He knew.

We’re lucky he didn’t come back as a baby though. ;-)

I mean I’m surprised they went this route with Cap but I’m happy for him.

I’m happy for Sam too. We knew at the end of this the mantel had to get passed and here it is, old man Steve passing the shield to Sam.

I bet that show about “Falcon” and Bucky is really about the new Captain America and Bucky. Just saying.

Steggy shippers rejoice and the cries of a million Stony and Stucky shippers can be heard round the world.

Is that a sentence I just wrote? I never got into MCU shipping stuff personally.

And then all there is at the end is the distant sound of Tony forging that first armor.

A reminder that Tony Stark built all this in a cave.

From a box of scraps.

TONY….

I’ll be mourning Tony for a long while. I was always team Tony.

They did him right tough. His arc was satisfying and RDJ performed beautifully in this one.

My heart aches. They had to give him a daughter. I’m watching my daughter sleep totally not thinking what it would be like for her to lose her father. 

I’m gonna go hug my partner when I’m done with this.

Over all I am happy with Endgame. I mean with time travel they obviously left loose ends all over.

They say they can’t change time and the whole present becoming your past when you go back while the past is your future blah blah blah

But like clearly things are changed. 2012 Loki got the tesseract and escaped

2014 Thanos is no longer in 2014. So the Guardians movies happened but also couldn’t have happened? I dunno it’s confusing.

So basically the MCU has finally caught up with it’s comic book roots of being a confusing jumble timelines. How poetic.

Anyway if you read this you are amazing and feel free to private message me if you want to scream about Avengers Endgame and have no one else to do it with.

I feel better having vented this all out.

#spoilers #endgame spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #mcu spoilers #mcu #marvel #avengers #avengers endgame #endgame #marvel cinematic universe #it took me all day to rewatch a 3 hour movie because I have a 4 month old child

[elizaviento]

Assimilation (part 15/23)

SFW -- 2400 words

(FYI: Additional chapters of Assimilation can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description.  Or, you can click the #assimilation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

*****

Waking up in Rick’s room for the second time was just as disorientating as the first; especially considering that it contained no windows or a clock.  Rick was gone again, which wasn’t a shock.  I had wondered many times if the man ever actually slept at all.  The thought occurred to me that I could just lay here dozing until he returned, although it could be awkward if he expected me to be long gone when he did.  Honestly, I had no way of knowing how he would react.  He was the most unpredictable person I’d ever met or ever would meet.  

I’d always had a saying  “You never truly know someone until you hear how they moan during sex.”  So far, Rick Sanchez was the only exception I had encountered. Everything about his exterior was gruff and unyielding.  Every now and then, there would be a glimmer of something a bit softer, but only in specific situations and only with specific people.  I had been lucky enough to be one of those specific people, mostly due to my association with Beth.  I was so young when I first met him that he probably lumped me in the ‘daughter’ category of his head space and treated me as such – until recently.  But, the way Rick behaved with intimate partners, at least in my short personal experience, was much different.  His gruff exterior was still absolute but the tenderness he hid underneath was surprising.  And, his penchant for praise was something I never could have expected in a million years.

My cheeks began to burn at the memories of said praise; whispers of ‘good girl’ making me feel swollen and needy.  I had to admit that one of the main reasons I found myself so hot for Rick was due to his perceived position as an authority figure in my life.  My school girl crush on him was definitely fueled by such; along with the small aspect of taboo associated with him being the father of my best friend.  

God, I was so fucked up.  What on earth would Beth do if she found out?  What would Jerry do?  How would the kids react?  

Nope.  I couldn’t think about that now.

Since I was completely unaware of what time it was, I tentatively poked my head outside his bedroom door.  It was still daylight, so that was good.  I didn’t hear anyone else in the house either and that was very good.  So, I made my way to my room to fetch my laptop.  I really needed to buckle down and get this project rolling again, especially since I hadn’t even checked my email since Friday.  

Finally reading through my email was painful.  An old friend of mine had contracted me to draw up the architectural plans for a new house he intended to build in the country.  The last time we’d spoken was over a week ago and I now had several emails from him.  He wasn’t used to radio silence from me so his last email simply read, “Are you okay?”  The last thing I wanted was to lose this contract (and a good friend in the process) so I decided the best course of action was to call him and explain that I’d been sick with the flu.  Luckily, I was able to get in touch with him right away and he agreed to meet with me that evening to go over what I had completed thus far.  So, I made a few finishing touches and sent the draft to the local printer.

As I was getting ready, excitement began to bubble up within me.  I hadn’t seen Trevor since Chris died and it would be wonderful to catch up with him again.  He and I had always existed on the same wave length and we both had a very bizarre sense of humor.  I’d asked him to meet me at one of the classier bar/restaurants in town so I had to look somewhat presentable.  I also hadn’t had the opportunity to ‘dress up’ since moving back, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to put in a little effort, if only to feel like a human female for a few hours.  I had the perfect dress in mind; something professional but also classically cute – sleeveless and black with a flowing skirt that hit just above the knee.  I finally found the dress after looking through nearly every trash bag I had hurriedly stuffed full of clothes when I moved, but I also had to dig out my flat iron and most of my make up – making me realize how unconcerned I had been about my appearance for the last month.  On one hand, it was incredibly freeing.  On the other, it was a bit depressing.  I’d also forgotten the effort involved with styling my hair and applying perfect wingtip eyeliner.  In the end, however, I was rewarded with a semi attractive, confident looking woman.

Checking the clock, I noticed I had just enough time to swing by the printer to pick up my drafts before heading to the restaurant.  No one was home yet, so I scribbled a quick note and tacked it to the fridge explaining that I’d be back later and rushed out the door.  Walking down the driveway to get to my car parked on the street, I noticed that the garage door was open.  Taking a closer look, I saw Rick standing at the metal shelves, digging through one of the many boxes.  I hadn’t even realized he was here, so I made my way to the garage, if only to show off my polished look.  I was sidetracked, though, when my phone chirped with a message from Trevor.  He was on his way to the restaurant and he couldn’t wait to see me.  Now feeling rushed, I glanced up to see Rick staring at me with slack jawed expression that made me grin ear to ear.  Giving him a quick wave, I made sure to put a little swing in my hips as I strolled to my car.

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Trevor didn’t burden me with small talk and pleasantries.  He and I were like peas in a pod, so he knew to get down to business right off and then smoothly transition into our comfortable banter afterward.  He told me how good I looked and asked how I was, but it was genuine.  I thanked him and confessed that things had been hard for a while but were finally getting better.  We drank cocktails and ate way too much food and were generally having a wonderful time when my phone chirped.  I ignored it at first, figuring it was Jerry or Beth asking if I’d be home for dinner.  Then it chirped again.  And, again.  Finally plucking it from my purse with a sigh, I took a quick glance at the screen just to make sure it wasn’t something important.  The message previews I saw on the lock screen were confusing, so I unlocked it to read them in their entirety.

 Rick:  So how’s your boyfriend?

Rick:  He looks like a doofus.

Rick:  He can’t be THAT funny.

 I quickly scanned the dimly lit restaurant and didn’t spot him.  Then, I glanced toward the bar and there he sat, at the furthest end from our table with a glass of something brown.  I was completely taken aback.  Had he really followed me here?  Looking at the messages again, I was convinced that I’d somehow misread them.  

“Something wrong?” Trevor asked, pulling my eyes from my phone.

“Oh, sorry.  No, I just got a text from my brother.  What were you saying?“

I tried to pay attention.  Sincerely, I did.  But, Rick was relentless.  I flipped the ringer off on my phone but I could feel it vibrate on my lap in steady intervals.

 Rick:  He thinks he’s getting his dick sucked.

Rick:  I bet his nuts smell like cottage cheese.

Rick:  Does he know you like ‘em swaggly?

 And on and on and on…

I couldn’t stop myself from snickering at some them which only upset me.  What the fuck was going on here?  Suddenly, I knew the response that would shut him down –

 Me:  Jealous?

 When I glanced his way and caught him scowling into his glass, I knew I was right.  I didn’t receive another text from him, but he didn’t leave the bar either, which made me nervous.  Trevor continued to talk and I’d insert the appropriate audio cues and giggle every now and then to give the impression I was listening.  When the check finally arrived, I sighed in relief and snatch it up before Trevor could even blink.

“No!” he attempted to protest.

“I can write this off as a business expense,” I explained, throwing down my debit card and glancing back at the bar once more.  Rick was gone and I felt my heart begin to race with anxiety.  I checked my phone again – nothing new – and froze when I felt a weight settle on the booth next to me.

“Heyyy, babe.  Who – who’s your little friend?”

I gawked at Trevor from across the table, my eyes wide with shock, as an arm slithered around my shoulders.  I actually couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Hi, I’m Trevor,” he said, extending a hand toward Rick from across the table.

“Rick Sanchez,” he replied, not taking Trevor’s offered hand but, instead, pulling me closer.

Trevor shot me a ‘what the fuck?’ expression and all I could do was shrug in response.  I was absolutely speechless.  Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment.  But, when Rick placed his hand on my knee and began gliding it up my thigh, I found my voice.

“Trevor and I were just going over the architectural plans I drew for his house,” I offered, lifting my portfolio from the booth on the opposite side of me and placing it on the table.  I turned to look Rick straight in the eye and resisted the urge to flinch back when I saw that his face was mere inches from my own.

“So, are you two… um…” Trevor began.

“Fuckin’?  Yeah, man.  Oh, yeah – all the way.  She – uh – she’s wild, too.”

Trevor’s expression was priceless and I fought the urge to scream with laughter.  I was going to kill Rick.  He was going to die tonight.

“I-I-I mean, not like you’d know.  Or – or anything.  Nah – she’s wayyy too hot – too fine.”

This time I did laugh.  This was fucking unbelievable.

Trevor, now obviously fed up, began to gather his things to leave.  Rick had me cornered in the booth, so I reached across the table to grab his arm.  

“Don’t forget the drawings,” I said, taking them from my portfolio.  “Please, look them over again and get back to me with the changes, okay?”

I really need to salvage this contract.  Chris’s survivor benefits and pension and my savings would only get me so far.  I needed a steady stream of income and this contract was the first step to establishing a client base large enough that I wouldn’t need to return to my old firm.  Trevor was a well respected doctor and knew plenty of other people with disposable cash who wanted to build high priced homes.

“Yeah, of course,” he agreed, taking the drawings.  “I’ll email you.”

“Don’t l-let the door hit ya on the way out,” Rick said, giving him a salute.  

As soon as Trevor was out of sight, I groaned and covered my face as Rick’s arm retreated from my shoulder.

“Why?” I asked, my voice muffled behind my hands.

He didn’t reply.  He did, however, order us both a scotch on the rocks as the waitress came by to pick up the check.  When the drinks were delivered, I downed mine in one shot and then took his and did the same.  From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull his flask from his lab coat.

I didn’t know what to do; didn’t know how to feel.  Should I be angry?  Humiliated? Flattered?  The truth is, I was all three.

Turing toward Rick again, I noticed he was hunched with his elbows on the table and a slight pink tinge to cheeks.  He appeared just as flabbergasted as I, no doubt, did and I suddenly felt bad for him.  He had completely misinterpreted the situation and acted like a jealous teenager.

Rick Sanchez.  Jealous.

I started giggling, as I always did when feeling awkward.

“What – w-what‘s so fuckin’ funny?” he asked, sounding like a sourpuss.  I giggled harder.

“You really think I’m fine?” I asked, shifting my upper body to fully face him in the booth.

“Shut up.”

“Seriously, though.  What the hell was that?”

Again, no response.  He knew that I knew.  The waitress dropped off my debit card and receipt at the far end of the table.

“By the way –” I said, reaching across him to fetch my card while making sure to press my tits against his arm in the process, “– Trevor is totally gay.”

 To be continued…

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #fanfiction #assimilation #sister smith series

[valentinesirwins]

holidays; sebastian stan

summary: you take sebastian to your family's christmas this year

warnings: none, just some fluff and family discourse

a/n: i LOVE writing about the holidays ahhhhhhhh

Last year Sebastian took you to Romania to spend the holidays with his family, and you loved every second of it. The food, the atmosphere, the jokes, and culture, and especially his family. This year, it was your turn for family holidays. Sebastian had met your family before, but only a small portion of them- being that it was so large. That small portion of your family included your mom, dad, brothers, and uncle- it didn't include your aunts, grandmas, great aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews, and distant family.

This year, you two were flying from New York to California, where your grandmother's estate resided. After she settled down with your now "step-grandpa" they bought a two and a half acre, $3,000,000 cabin in the middle of South Lake Tahoe. With 16,500 square feet and 17 bedrooms, your grandma didn't hold back on the invitation list. She invited everyone down from the 19th to the 26th, a whole week of Y/L/N family discourse. The night of the 18th was when you and Sebastian boarded your 8-hour flight, landing at the Reno-Tahoe International Airport and picking up your rental car for an additional 3-hour drive to the house.

Luckily, Sebastian grew up driving in the same conditions as the Tahoe mountains, so you weren't absolutely terrified as you two drove up the steep incline to the estate, entering the code your grandma included on the invitation. You took a parking spot beside the familiar silver Toyota, which was your family car growing up. Trying not to slip on the iced-over cobblestone, both you and Sebastian took the bags out of the trunk, penguin-walking up to the large front door and ringing the doorbell. From the frosted glass, you saw the familiar plump figure walk towards the door and swing it open.

"Hi" Your grandma grinned, dragging out the "i" sound as she wrapped you around in her arms and rocked you back and forth.

"How's my superhero?" Her chin tickled your neck as she pulled away, resting her hands on her hips and eyeing you up and down.

"Tired" You laughed. There was a moment of awkward silence as you realized Sebastian was just standing behind you awkwardly.

"Oh! I'm an idiot, uh- you've met Sebastian" You pulled him beside you and widened your eyes as your grandma pulled him into her arms just as she did to you.

"It's so good to see you guys. C'mon, get inside. It's freezing out here"

You entered the home to be greeted by all your family members tackling you with hugs and welcome homes. You found yourself, again, forgetting to introduce Sebastian.

"Anyways! This is Sebastian, some of you have met him, most of you haven't. But uh- yeah" You looked up at your boyfriend of two years, watching him shake hands with all the male members of your family and place a friendly kiss on your female family members' cheeks.

"Here, let me show you two to your room" Your grandmother escorted you upstairs, walking down a never-ending hall decorated in full with holiday items. Each room contained a mini-chalkboard sign that had the names of the people staying in it written in white. You and Sebastian's shared room was three away from your parents, who were both, unsurprisingly, napping. The room looked like one out of a hotel- with a king-sized bed, bathroom, dresser, television, and closet. Your grandmother told you to get settled in and that there was plenty of food downstairs if we get hungry. Sebastian thanked her endlessly as you started to unpack, and you couldn't help but smile at his politeness.

Those ten minutes were a perfect depiction of how this next week is going to go. The next six days were filled with family fun. Sledding, wood-cutting, dinner preparations, present-wrapping, and watching classic Christmas films.

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December 24th

As the 23 members of the family all sat at a ridiculously long table, everyone sharing a different conversation and sipping on a different type of wine, the question you dreaded that would be inevitably asked, was asked. And the person you knew who was gonna be the one to ask it, ask it.

"So, Sebastian, how much money do you make?" Your dad asked, still chewing a piece of ham as he looked Sebastian straight in the eyes. As you looked over to your father, mouthing "Dad!" and leaning back into the chair, drinking the quarter-glass of wine you had left and looked up at Sebastian, waving your hand out as a signal to for him to go ahead and answer the question. Sebastian explained how much he made this year and told your dad how he was saving up for a house in Romania, which he had never told you prior until now, causing the wine that you were filling up your glass with to spill over onto the red tablecloth.

The rest of the dinner was filled with more awkward questions from your father and mother, causing you to drink a bottle and a half of white wine throughout the entire night. You, your grandma, and your mom were on kitchen clean up as the boys were on dining room duty. Christmas music played throughout the surround-sound speakers as you scrubbed the counters and re-organized everything that had been taken out. With everyone's help, cleanup only took 45 minutes in total. While the adults did the last-minute present wrapping and the kids were being put to bed, you found yourself in the shower trying to scrub off the embarrassment from tonight.

When you got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest and hair tied into a loose bun, you found yourself admiring the view of Sebastian scrolling through his phone on the bed. The light perfectly complemented his sculpted torso, grey sweatpants barely hanging onto his hips as you made your way to the dresser and took out a pair of pajamas, which was one of Sebastian's shirts and some panties. You collapsed onto the bed, face down, and groaned into the pillow. You heard your boyfriend chuckle beside you, rubbing your back as. Looking up from the pillow, your eyes met with Sebastian's ungodly blue ones and couldn't help but smile as he pressed his lips against yours.

"I'm sorry my dad is so-"

"It's okay, darling" His voice was warm as he spoke against your lips, wrapping his arm over your back and pulling you on top of him, causing a giggle to escape from the both of you.

"Y'know, six days of no-"

"We are not having sex in my grandparents' house"

Instead, you two shared an intense make-out session. Lip pulling, hair tugging, a little bit of grinding, y'know, the works. You were still tipsy from the wine, therefore filled with giggles and laughter, some of those laughs escaping overtime Sebastian's fingers caressed over bare skin. However, with being tipsy, you were giggly for one moment and ready for bed at the next. As your kisses began to get lazier and lazier, you found yourself rambling on against Sebastian's lips.

"I love you"

"I love you so much"

"You're the best"

"Best boyfriend ever…"

And before you knew it, you were waking up next to Sebastian running his fingers up and down your side, causing goosebumps to trail behind everywhere he touched. "Merry Christmas, darling" His voice was deep and hoarse, meaning that he hadn't woken up long before you did.

"Merry Christmas" you smiled, running your fingers through his dark locks, admiring the view of both the Romanian prince and the Tahoe wilderness. The moment of bliss you two shared was quickly interrupted by the sound of your grandma knocking on the door, threatening to bring out the pots and pans if you two didn't come downstairs in the next five minutes.

After brushing your teeth and putting on a sweater, and Sebastian throwing a sweatshirt on, you two made your way downstairs. Sebastian's arm was wrapped around your waist as you were greeted by your family with, "Morning, lovebirds"  and "Look who decided to finally get-ups" As Sebastian sat down on the couch, greeting your brothers, you went to the kitchen to make you and Sebastian a cup of coffee. When you returned, your youngest brother was already playing Santa and handing out everyone's gifts. From your parents, you and Sebastian received bathrobes.

Sebastian's arm was wrapped around your shoulder as your brother handed you the last gift, telling you that it was from Sebastian. It was a square box wrapped with rose gold paper and topped off with an iridescent white bow. You looked over at Sebastian and carefully unwrapped the gift, seeing a maroon box beneath the paper and a familiar gold logo on top of the box. Your eyes widened as your head darted towards Sebastian, who had a proud smile on his face as you took off the rest of the wrapping paper to reveal a Cartier box.

"Go ahead, open it" He set his coffee down on the table and watched you open the box to reveal a necklace. And not just any old necklace, a Cartier Dimants Legers necklace, with rose gold and diamonds. You put a hand over your mouth as you looked down at the sparkling necklace, unable to comprehend words.

"Seb. Oh my God" You looked up at him, carefully placing the box between you and wrapping your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a hug as all of your family members questioned what the gift was. Sebastian pulled away, picking up the box and carefully taking out the necklace, wrapping it around your neck and clasping it in place. Turning around to show him, in which he then mouthed, "You're so beautiful" before you gave him a quick, but passionate, kiss.

"I love you"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel fic #marvel headcanons #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

[spacedemodulator]

Replying to "40 Queen Asks" by @sail-away-sweet-shishter

(Edited to improve formatting.)

1. Favorite Member of the band?

Can't you see that it's impossible to choose? But, uh, Rogerina is stunning.

2. Favorite album?

Whichever one I last listened to? Sometimes I think it's The Game or A Night at the Opera, but these days I often find myself turning to Sheer Heart Attack or Queen II or Jazz when I'm in the mood for some Queen. Just because I didn't listen to them *quite* as much back when I was a kid.

3. Least Favorite album?

Hm. Probably The Miracle, just because an album that begins with "Party" and "Khashoggi's Ship" feels like it takes a while to get good. But it's still good. (That's the thing about Queen: even if there's something I don't like as much as I wish I did, it's still kind of interesting.)

4. Favorite song(s)?

How much time do we have? "Save Me," "The Show Must Go On," "March of the Black Queen," "Tenement Funster," "Another One Bites the Dust," "I Want to Break Free," "I'm in Love with My Car," "Death on Two Legs" ... (takes deep breath) ... "The Invisible Man," "Staying Power," "Keep Yourself Alive," "Under Pressure," "Teo Torriate," "Flash," "Killer Queen," "Father to Son," "Flick of the Wrist," "'39," "Sleeping on the Sidewalk," "Love of My Life" ..... you get the idea.

And some rhapsody thing for bohemian types, you probably haven't heard about it.

5. Least Favorite song(s)?

"Jesus," because wait, what ... really?

"White Man," but I feel like I have to explain. I like the sentiment of the song: anti-racist, anti-colonialist, etc. That's great. But when I listen to the melody and rhythm, I feel like the song undermines itself by being based on the racist caricatures of Native American culture we see in old Hollywood westerns. And since the song doesn't have an ounce of irony or humor, the net effect of this contradiction is jarring and unpleasant.

But I almost never skip the track because hey, at least it's Queen.

6. Favorite era?

Pre- to early Munich

7. Favorite Freddie Mercury outfit?

70's Wings and kimono.

8. Favorite Brian May outfit?

Wembley style.

9. Favorite Roger Taylor outfit?

Rogerina OR cranky-old-man Roger in a nice suit.

10. Favorite John Deacon outfit?

From the video for Another One Bites the Dust.

Or...

When he's at a wild party wearing a cardigan in the background while Freddie is signing the buttcheeks of a naked exotic dancer.

11. Favorite Queen Story?

"Mister Ferocious."

Or...

How Queen blew away Live Aid by turning up their amps and, you know, rehearsing.

12. Do you own any Queen merchandise?

I think I have a bicycle jersey in a box somewhere that has the Flash Gordon logo.

And this isn't really Queen merchandise, but I have one of Brian's stereoscopic collections of the planets. I won it in a contest through Astronomy Magazine.

13. Do you own any Queen Vinyls?

The ones I bought as a kid are in a box in my parents' attic (if they've even survived). Now I just have the CDs.

14. Favorite Full band picture?

The outtake from the photo session for the Sheer Heart Attack cover where Brian, Roger, and John are laughing hysterically while Freddie is clearly trying his hardest not to lose it.

15. Favorite single picture of each band member?

The record sleeve that came with the Flash Gordon vinyl album with the lightning bolts between the individual pictures. Those are all great shots.

16. Favorite Music Video?

Does the movie Flash Gordon count?

Otherwise: "I Want to Break Free," or maybe "I'm Going Slightly Mad."

17. FMK Rogerina, Fredrika, or Brianna?

That is the correct order, yes.

18. Have you ever cried listening to Queen?

"Save Me," and "Teo Torriate" both get to me at times.

19. Last Queen song you heard on the radio?

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love"

20. Are you excited for Bohemian Rhapsody?

Oh my, darling. Yes.

21. Are you listening to Queen right now?

Uh...no. What the fuck is wrong with me?

22. What was the last Queen song you heard in general?

"Back Chat," from Queen On Fire: Live at the Bowl. In my car a few hours ago.

23. Has anything Queen related happened in School or at work?

Right before I went to college Highlander came out and quickly turned into a cult classic on VHS, so my college years were full of opportunities to introduce the rest of Queen to fellow students who'd just discovered that movie.

24. Do you have any IRL friends who are big Queen fans?

Yes, but I don't think any of them would bother to answer a survey on Tumblr.

25. Who introduced Queen to you?

My best friend when I was 10 years old.

26. Funniest Queen song?

Ogre Battle. Bring Back That Leroy Brown. Don't Try Suicide. Seaside Rendezvous. Death on Two Legs.

27. Which song do you listen to just for that part?

I'll sometimes listen to the Flash Gordon album and literally vibrate and giggle in anticipation for the whole battle sequence on side two that has Brian Blessed and the wedding march and "The Hero" and all that craziness.

28. Have you ever seen Queen live?

Sadly no.

29. Favorite Sassy Freddie story?

Kicking out his faithless boyfriend but keeping his cat.

30. Favorite Live performance?

It's a toss-up between Queen Rock Montreal and Live at Wembley Stadium. But there are other live recordings I haven't heard yet.

31. Have you recommended Queen to anyone?

Of course!

32. When did you discover Queen?

In 1980 I was 10 years old and my friend Keith got The Game on cassette. We wore that thing out. And then Flash Gordon came out, and I pestered my parents for the soundtrack. And then my uncle got me Queen's Greatest Hits on vinyl for Christmas. (And then, and then....)

More truth: at that time my family was living in a west Texas oil town and the only music I listed to was country-western on the radio and my parents' folk song albums. (And Star Wars.)

What I'm saying is, Freddie Mercury basically saved my ass from Conway Twitty.

33. Favorite Fan art? (make sure to give credit to the original creator!)

Definitely this art by @dungeonpeaches

34. If you could go back in time and meet one member of the band, who would you choose?

I don't really want to. I think I'd bore them all to death.

Unless...can I go back and witness Freddie's first trip to Japan? I'll carry his shopping bags.

35. Do you like Jimercury?

Awww, Jim.

36. Funniest post on Brians instagram?

Nothing jumps out at me, but he's probably stereoscopically fondling a hedgehog.

37. Black Nail polish for Freddie or White Nail polish for Brian?

Black on Freddie.

38. Which band member do you think would be mostly likely to have a tumblr?

Well Brian has had a blog for many years and an Instagram for quite a while, so I guess it would have to be Brian.

39. But how do you really feel about ‘im in love with my car’ ?

When my hand's on your grease gun, it's like a disease, son.

40. What song really hits you right in the feels?

The Show Must Go On. Teo Torriate. Too Much Love Will Kill You. Save Me. Loser in the End.

#queen #brian may #roger taylor #john deacon #freddie mercury #asks #@sail-away-sweet-shishter

[thoughtslikeocean]

New Orleans

June 23

-This was Rhyann’s last day with me. His flight left Phoenix at 1 PM. We spent the morning together and then I brought him to the airport. I came back home, packed, cleaned up a bit and then head out to catch my flight. Traveling was long. My flight was delayed and also I had a lay over in Las Vegas. Which feel very senseless when you’re traveling to New Orleans. Anyway, I arrive in New Orleans around midnight. Britt picks me up from the airport. Traveling is smooth because I decided I didn’t need to check a bag. I packed two and a half outfits and went on about my way.

June 24

-Britt woke up this morning to go to brunch with her friends. She invited me but I was way to exhausted to go so she let me sleep in for a little while longer. Our plan was to hangout and then meet Jarvis later which is pretty much what happened. Brittany had to bring her friend’s dog to the boarding place which was an entire event honestly. Anyway , we picked up some crawfish and po boys and then head to Jarvis new apartment. It’s super cute and in a great location. He’s spending hella money for it but its a cute little bachelor pad though. It’s nice for the season he’s in. Later on Jarvis’s friend Chad comes to join us. I’ve heard about Chad numerous and times and has talked to him over the phone but this is my first time meeting him. This dude is 45 and looks 25. Legit get like Pharell. It was astonishing to see. We all drank wine and chat for a bit before deciding to head to the roof top. There is when I noticed there was a full moon. I immediately sat down and started to pray and manifest that I have a weekend filled with divine meetings and appointments. I didn’t necessarily have a frame work of what thats supposed to look like but I knew I wanted everything to be intentional this weekend. After that, we all attempted to find a spot to eat but that fell through so Britt Jarvis and I ended up picking up insomnia and then Britt and I headed back to her place.

June 25

-For this morning the plan was to meet Jarvis, Chad and Shay for brunch. We got a bit of a late start but we ended up making it happen. We ate a spot in the French quarter called Stanley’s. Their food was pretty good and it was a cute atmosphere. Shay and the kids dipped once they were done eating and Britt needed to make it back home os she could hang out with her friends later. Me, Chad and Jarvis were left so we went somewhere else to grab a drink This is when Chad and I start hitting it off and I realize this is someone who is going to be very helpful in making sure than I am successful if I decide to set up a practice in New Orleans. It literally felt like a divine appointment. It was solicited when he asked me if I knew Dr. Turshá! I was like uhhhh yeaaaaa duhhhh!!! Apparently they went to high school together! All in all, it was an unspoken agreement that we were meant to meet at exactly this moment in time for a reason. Chad had to leave for work so I asked Jarvis to bring me by my grandparents house so I can spend a little time with them. Jarvis had a therapy appointment so I he did that while I was on Belfast and came back when it was over. Grandpa really just wanted to talk about Lazarus and all the BS but I wasn’t about to do that. I had a little liquor courage of course and I was able to just speak candidly on how I felt about the situation. I wasn’t disrespectful at all but I was really tired of him stressing over this Lazarus situation when this boy is gone be just fine. He just wants other people to stress out with him. Anyway so we leave there and head over to this place called “The Wrong Iron” to meet Greg and his friends. We get there and its such a cute backyard ducked off spot. Nice drinks and cool people. I met Kevin, Gabriel and Justin. All seemingly good people. I order a drink called Strawberry Frozé not realizing that it’s made with Rosé. I Got halfway though the glass and my stomach was hurting so bad. So we all made the move to get wings from a place that I cant figure out the name. But the wings were really good. While we were in there waiting for our food, I caught a timely video of Greg falling through a door but picking himself back up mid air. It was classic. Literally just happened to be recording at exactly the right time. We left there and Jarvis drops me off at Greg’s place. Me, Greg and Justin chill for a minute, take shots, listen to music, smoke a bit before heading back out. Arial worked today but said she would come to NO so we can hang out. So by this time she’s here and I figured I would run into her at some point. Of course once we parked and walked not even two blocks, we happen to be right around the corner from where she was already sitting down having drinks. She came with her girlfriend Payton and friend John (JT). We ate another cute outdoor place called The Yard. Took a few shots, danced and ate fried pickles. We then walk over to a place called Dragon’s Den. It was cool but it was still early in the night os still a bit slow. We left after about 10 minutes and drive to this place that we saw on the way there. It was also outside but a little more (lot more) hood. It looked like it was jumping though. So we get out and somehow just walk in without standing in the line. This tends to happen very often when I’m out with Arial lol So we waltz on in. Music is BLASTING. They playing good stuff though. We head to the bar to grab shots. Arial decides she’s gonna find some weed. Greg goes “no way you’ll be able to do that in here”. Of course she comes back within 10 minutes with weed lol Again, not surprised…it’s Arial. They smoke a bit and I dance a lot. Having a great time! We leave there after maybe an hour and decide to drive back to Dragon’s Den. A parking spot opened up for us in the strangest way. Which you know tryna park in the streets of New Orleans can be real difficult. But we didnt have any problems tonight. Everything worked out just fine. Side Note: We were freestyling in the car which is something I only ever do when im at camp with kids. I forgot how much joy

that brings hahah

So anyway we make out way back into Dragon’s Den, which is popping at this point. Good music, got some drinks in our system. Its all well. I even see Terri and a couple other people form XU in there. Arial and Payton end up dipping out at some point during that time. Eventually Greg, JT, Justin and I dip as well. We bring JT to his car and then the three off us decide we’re hungry again! We hit a place that has good fish, shrimp and grits. We were the only ones in there. It was freakin delicious. Two funny moments happened in there. 1. We were so thirsty so we asked if we could all get water. We’d been drinking all night so thats definitely what we needed. I guess the man was trying to be nice ad gave us all free sprites. You want to be grateful but at the same time we def dont need sprites. We laughed about that for like 30 minutes. Cause of course we never went back and asked for the water. 2. Three young white boys walk in. By young, I mean no more then 14 years old trying so hard to act cool. Young dude walk up to our table to tell her, unprovoked, that hes been smoking since he was 12 and some other BS that none us cared about. All three of those kids were weird. Also it was like 4 AM so who’s idea it was to take mom’s car and head out in the middle of the night I have no clue.

At any rate, we leave there and head home. It was 5 am by the time I showered and laid down. WHAT A NIGHT!

June 26

-At some point throughout the night we’d decided to do brunch this morning. I knew Justin wasn’t going to be able to make it because he said he had a funeral to attend. We woke up, sat on the porch and smoked a bit before getting dressed. It was a beautiful morning. We got dressed to a little praise through the speakers and decided on Ruby Slipper. Arial made it there first and called to let us know that the wait was 3 hours so of course thats a no. She then tells us to head to a place called Bear Cat. We didnt realize that there were two different Bear Cats so we ended up at two opposite ones. We decided that it wasn’t going to work. We missed the window of opportunity. So Greg and I put our names on the waiting list for the Bear cat we’re at and there’s a 90 minute wait. While we’re waiting we decide to kill time at this near by restaurant and get some drinks. Once we sit down there and look at the menu, we decided to order food. I ordered shrimp and grits and he chicken and waffles. Before we got our food, out waiter comes to tell us that its restaurant week and that our food is going to be 20 dollars. LIKE WHATTTTT?!?!? We ate, drank, vibes to the music and then stopped by my grandfather afterwards to say hello. Then we back to the house to chill for a minute. Jarvis came back cause I left my card with him and Justin cam back as well. We started nerding out on space/history/physics before heading out to get snowballs and zoom to the airport. I got a cotton candle snowball from plum st. Made it to the airport 30 minutes before the plan was to take off and still got a great seat. I sat next to two women who were on their way to Vegas for a girls trip. One of them had never flown before. She actually did pretty well. A few jumps and yelps but for the most part she did okay. The last sitting right next to me was very nice and passed on some words of wisdom on staying prayerful and focused. Alex picked me up from the airport and I came home only to be craving crab legs. I picked those up, came home and talk to bae while I ate them. He went to bed and I went soon after him.

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SAFE DRIVING WEEK

October 21, 1950

“Safe Driving Week” (aka “Safety Drive”) is episode #102 [some sources say #101] of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on October 21, 1950.

This was the sixth episode of the third season of MY FAVORITE HUSBAND. There were 31 new episodes, with the season ending on March 31, 1951.  

Synopsis ~  When Liz gets a traffic ticket on the day George is Safety Week chairman, George decides to lock the car in the garage and hide the key.

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George’s boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benaderet was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Cooper. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father’s garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his  roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz, a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

Gale Gordon and Bea Benadaret (Rudolph and Iris Atterbury) do not appear in this episode. 

GUEST CAST

Elvia Allman (Marge Van Tassle) was born on September 19, 1904 in Enochville, North Carolina. She started her performing career on radio in the 1920s, as both a storyteller and singer. Allman’s first episode of “I Love Lucy” is also one of the most memorable in TV history: “Job Switching” (ILL S2;E1) in September 1952.  She played the strident foreman of Kramer’s Candy Kitchen. Allman returned to the show as one of Minnie Finch’s neighbors in “Fan Magazine Interview” (ILL S3;E17) in 1954. Changing gears once again she played prim magazine reporter Nancy Graham in “The Homecoming” (ILL S5;E6) in 1955. She made two appearances on “The Lucy–Desi Comedy Hour“ - first as Ida Thompson, Westfield’s PTA director in “The Celebrity Next Door” (LDCH S1;E2) and as Milton Berle’s secretary when “Milton Berle Hides Out at the Ricardos” (LDCH S3;E1) in 1959. On “The Lucy Show” she was seen in “Lucy Bags a Bargain” (TLS S4;E17) and in “Lucy The Babysitter” (TLS S5;E16).  Allman died on March 6, 1992, aged 87.

Lucy characters have always had a peripheral character named Marge. In this case, the character largely takes on the action that might normally be taken by Iris Atterbury. It is likely that Bea Benadaret was not available that week, so the character was rewritten for Elvia Allman as Marge Van Tassle. 

Sheldon Leonard (Motorcyle Cop) was born Leonard Sheldon Bershad in New York City in 1907. In 1953 he played fast-talking salesman Harry Martin, who sells Lucy Ricardo the Handy Dandy vacuum cleaner in “Sales Resistance” (ILL S2;E17). He played himself on a 1967 episode of “The Lucy Show.”  Leonard was an integral part of the Desilu family off-screen as well, directing “Make Room for Daddy” including an episode that featured Lucy and Ricky Ricardo in 1959. He was one of the creators of “The Andy Griffith Show,” also filmed at Desilu. Leonard may be best remembered as the Nick, the bartender in the classic film It’s a Wonderful Life (1945). He died in 1997. 

THE EPISODE

ANNOUNCER:  “As we look in on the town of Sheridan Falls, where the Coopers live, it's an average Wednesday morning. The traffic on Elm Street is fairly heavy, the cars are moving along about as usual, except - wait a minute! Pull over to the curb! Here comes a woman driver!  It's Liz Cooper driving!”

Liz is pulled over by a policeman (Sheldon Leonard), although she’s unclear why. He says that Liz made the wrong arm signal when turning left. 

Turn signal lights in cars didn’t become common until later in the 1950s. Before that, letting everyone know which way one planned to turn was by using the hand signals above, which were taught in driving classes.   

When Liz asks what he is writing, he facetiously calls it a story for Reader’s Digest about ‘The Most Unforgettable Person I’ve Ever Met’!  Naturally, it is a traffic ticket.

Reader’s Digest was known for their publication of abridged novels, short stories, and articles that could be read in one sitting. Ricky was seen reading the Digest in “Lucy Writes a Novel” in 1954. That same year, a biography of Ball by Eleanor Harris was included in the Digest - condensed, naturally. Ball appeared on the covers in 1990 and 2003. “My Most Unforgettable Character” was a regular feature, along with “Life in These United States.”

Arriving home Liz is greeted by Katie the maid, who encourages her to face George and tell him about the ticket.  After a kiss, George has big news, but so does Liz. She allows him to go first. He has been chosen as Chairman of Sheridan Falls Safe Driving week by the Chamber of Commerce. Liz now cannot possibly tell George about the ticket!  

Safe Driving campaigns were not unusual in post-war America. Roads were seeing increased traffic as automakers vied for consumer dollars. For example, Cynthia Gary was crowned Queen of Safe Driving and reigned over the 1950 Safe Driving Week campaign sponsored by the St. Paul Junior Chamber of Commerce.

The doorbell rings. Liz is saved by the bell!  While Liz is answering the door, Katie spills the beans about the citation to George!  George tells her that he knows about her ticket.  He tells her about the Safety Week celebrations. 

GEORGE: “They’re having a big ceremony at the site of the new automobile club. There’s going to be a parade of all the drivers in town who haven’t gotten a ticket in ten years.” LIZ: “Well, that’ll be a short parade.”

To keep Liz from getting any more tickets during his Safety Week, he takes her up on her off-handed suggestion to lock the car in the garage for the week. George will have the key to the garage in his pocket. Liz will have to walk! 

GEORGE: “I’ll take you to a movie after dinner. There’s a movie that reminds me of your driving: ‘Panic in the Streets’!”

Panic in the Streets is a 1950 film noir directed by Elia Kazan. It was shot exclusively on location in New Orleans, Louisiana. It starred Richard Widmark ("The Tour”), Zero Mostel (DuBarry Was A Lady and "Carol +2″), and Paul Douglas (”Lucy Wants A Career”). The film was released a month before this broadcast. 

At the end of the week, Liz is visited by Marge Van Tassel (Elvia Allman). Liz has a plan and needs her help. She has had mishap and lost the front fender to an anonymous accident. Naturally, she doesn’t want George to find out. 

LIZ: “Somewhere in this town there’s a car with five fenders.”

Note: A fender is different than a bumper because it's a metal structure that frames the wheel well of your car, instead of the front or back. The fender extends between the front door to the front bumper covering the front wheels of the vehicle. 

Without the key, Liz and Marge plot to take the drastic action of taking the garage door off! 

LIZ: “I guess it’s either take down the garage door or start hunting for a very thin, flat mechanic.” 

In the act break, there is a public service announcement to debunk the misconception that the US finances most of the cost of the mutual defense program of NATO.

ANNOUNCER: “As we look in on the Coopers once again we find Liz and Marge Van Tassel in the backyard, gently removing the garage door.” 

There is a great splintering of wood as Marge and Liz finally gain access to the car. Unfortunately, they don’t have the car key!   Looking for a way to start the car without the key, they look under the hood. 

LIZ: “Hmmmm... It’s a motor alright!” 

Liz toys with the idea of pulling out the plugs leading to the spark plugs. Marge thinks the fan belt is a little propeller. Liz insists it is an electric fan to keep the mechanic cool. Somehow, Liz connects two wires and the car starts!  Leaving the garage, she backs over the doors!  

In “The Not So Popular Mechanics” (HL S5;E22) in 1972, Lucy Carter and Mary Jane take apart Harry’s prized Rolls Royce thinking it will be easy to give it a home oil change!  They end up with a puzzle they cannot put back together!

Once pn the street, Liz realizes she can’t turn!  The steering wheel is locked!  It isn’t long before they have a hit and run accident and lose another fender!  The collision at least knocks the car at an angle.  But the wrong angle. They are facing the opposite direction of the repair shop! 

LIZ: “Well, we have a choice, Marge. We can back-up ten blocks or drive around the world!”  MARGE: “I’ve seen you back-up. It’d be quicker to drive around the world!” LIZ: “I just hope there’s a good mechanic in Hong Kong!”

When “Lucy Learns To Drive” (ILL S4;E12) in 1955, she also has a traffic accident - with herself!  

It isn’t long before Liz comes face to face with another car, who passes them on the wrong side because she’s three feet from the left curb!  A policeman pulls them over - the same officer who issued Liz the ticket. To explain her driving on the left, Liz decides to adopt a British accent. 

LIZ: “Pip-pip, cheerio, hallo there, Bobbie!”

Lucy will use her British accent when “I Love Lucy” visits London and the British countryside in early 1956. British policeman are known as Bobbies after Sir Robert Peel (1778-1850), who helped establish their modern police force. 

The Officer tests her by asking her to sing the British Anthem. Marge and Liz sing “London Bridge is Falling Down.” 

In “Lucy in London” (1966), The Dave Clark Five perform a medley of “London Bridge is Falling Down” and “Pop Goes the Weasel, instead of the real anthem, “God Save the Queen”. The London Bridge seen in the special is the old London Bridge (1831-1967).  A year after filming, this bridge was dismantled and sold while a new version (that still stands today) was built to replace it. The old London Bridge was reassembled in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, opening in 1971, where it remains the number one tourist attraction.

The policeman insists on driving the car away from the curb, but runs over his own motorcycle in the process!  

Marge and Liz drive away, leaving the motorcycle cop in tears, clutching only his handlebars. 

Fred Mertz backs wrecks his motorcycle when “Ricky Sells The Car” (ILL S5;E4) in 1955. He, too, is left clutching only the handlebars!

Marge and Liz notice that the traffic has gotten slower and heavier and that spectators are crowded on the sidewalks. They are in George’s Safety Week Parade for drivers with no tickets in the last ten years!  Rather than let George Liz stops suddenly and causes a multi-car collision. 

LIZ: “I see a wreck.” MARGE: “Just one?” LIZ: “Yep. Just one. But it’s three blocks long. There are very few drivers left in this town who haven’t had an accident in the last ten years.”

George comes down from the reviewing stand and angrily insists that he will move the car himself - despite Liz’s attempted warnings not to...

#My Favorite Husband #Safety Week #Lucille Ball #Elvia Allman #Bob LeMond #Ruth Perrott #Richard Denning #I Love Lucy #Vivian Vance #William Frawley #Motorcycle #Lucy in London #London Bridge #Here's Lucy #Mary Jane Croft #NATO #1950 #Panic in the Streets #Readers Digest #Sheldon Leonard

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What to see in Baku in 1 day - 18 most interesting places

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What to see in Baku in 1 day - 18 most interesting places

Baku, preserving traditions, confidently looks to the future and, changing its appearance with each new era, carefully preserves the heritage of past centuries. Modern architecture here is harmoniously combined with medieval fortresses and towers, ancient mosques – with cutting-edge concert halls, and oriental flavor – with the latest Western trends. Go to the capital of the Land of Lights, and we will tell you what to see in Baku for 1 day on your own, in order to fall in love with him forever and be sure to return.

How to get from the airport to the center

From G. Ailiev Airport, the center can be reached in various ways. Shuttle H1 goes directly to the center. You can buy a ticket for it at the exit from the terminal building in the machine. The ticket costs 90 cents, the journey takes approximately 40 minutes.

Another way is to use the city bus of route 116. He leaves from the airport and goes directly to the center with an interval of 30 minutes. Without traffic jams, the travel time is 1 hour. A ticket costs 20 cents, the driver sells them.

If you do not want to use public transport, you can take a taxi. Book it better in advance using any of the online taxi services. The trip will cost about $ 25 or more, depending on the class of car, and take 35 minutes.

Workshop Ali Shamsi

In the Old Town, on Kichik Kala Street (Malaya Krepostnaya), an unusual house will surely attract your attention. Its facade is hung with many amulets, signs and symbols, decorated with installations depicting a huge lion with unusual eyes, aliens, native oilmen. Opposite the tree grows, the trunk of which is painted with three female faces. Tourists always gather around it to take pictures. In front of the house, two artistic brushes “grow” directly from the ground.

This is the workshop of the famous Baku artist Ali Shamsi. He himself can also be found next to the house. The artist often works in the studio and invites everyone to visit his house with pleasure. Inside the house is no less interesting than outside. There are two rooms in the workshop. The first houses art objects collected by the master, brought by him from other countries or collected here in his homeland, including during excavations in the Old Town.

Subscribe to our channel in Telegram, where we daily post the most last-minute tours and flights. And in the second – the work of the artist himself. Most of them are dedicated to the nature of Azerbaijan, their hometown and, of course, women. He paints flowers, the sea, mountains, portraits of beautiful women – everything that he loves and does not get tired of admiring. His paintings, bright, joyful, very kind, will certainly find a response in your heart. The workshop is located at: Icheri Sheher, st. Kichik Kala, 84.

Museum of miniature books

On April 23, 2002, a unique museum was opened in the Old Town, not far from the Maiden’s Tower, which has no analogues anywhere in the world — it is a Museum of Miniature Books. Here are the smallest books in the world. These are rare editions of Russian classics, Azerbaijani poets and writers (including the great oriental poets – Nizami and Fizuli), books published during the Soviet years in different republics of the Soviet Union and in Europe. There is even a miniature edition of “Criminal Jokes” by Yu. Nikulin.

The exposition presents not only fiction, but also philosophical and spiritual books – for example, miniature Bible and Quran. And in contrast to them – the collected works of V. Lenin. Zarif Salakhov, the sister of the artist Tahir Salakhov, began to collect her collection many years ago, in the Soviet years. And this she began with a collection of fables by I. A. Krylov, published back in 1835.

The museum’s most valuable exhibit is one of the smallest books in the world. Its dimensions are 2 x 2 mm, but at the same time the book contains not only text, but also illustrations. True, to make out them, as well as read its contents, is possible only with the help of a magnifying glass. The museum is open every day, except Monday and Thursday from 11 to 17 hours. Free admission.

Governor’s Garden

The Governor’s Garden is the oldest in the city. It was laid back in 1830. By the decree of Roman von der Hoven, commandant of the Baku fortress, all ship owners and their captains had to bring several bags of black soil from the south so that even crops that do not like the arid climate could be grown. They planted acacia, mulberry, conifers, broke flower beds, and some exotic plants.

The result was a unique garden in which even rare, including subtropical, plants grew. It began at the walls of Icheri Sheher, and when in 1865 the outer wall of the fortress was removed, the garden expanded significantly. For a long time it was the only garden in the city. For ordinary people, entry here was allowed only once a week.

By the end of the 19th century, arbors and terraces for relaxation appeared in the park. The garden was renamed many times, it bore the names of Mikhailovsky, Revolution, im. Aliaga Wahid, but the old name – Gubernatorial – has taken root best of all. Now adjacent to the garden adjacent to the building of the Philharmonic. M. Magomayev, therefore, it is often called the garden of the Philharmonic. It stretches along the fortress wall from Azneft Avenue to the Icheri Sheher metro station.

Kichik-Gala Street, 8 – place from the movie “Diamond Hand”

In our country, the old city is familiar to everyone, even to a person who has never been to the Azerbaijani capital. Legendary Soviet films were shot here: Aibolit 66, Tehran 43, Do not be afraid, I’m with you. But, of course, the most recognizable views of Icheri Sheher are in frames from the films Amphibian Man and The Diamond Arm. Almost all overseas in the film “Diamond Arm” was shot in the Old Town. Soviet Baku at the time of filming becomes Istanbul.

Walking through the narrow streets of Icheri Sheher, you will surely find out where the sultry beauty is trying to seduce Semyon Semenych (“Tsigel, tsigel ai-lu-lu!”), You will see the walls of the Shirvanshahs Palace, against which Soviet tourists are given an excursion. And of course, no one can pass by the famous place next to the Chikanuk pharmacy, in which the main character was smuggled in plaster.

Tourists here are photographed in the same pose and with the famous phrase “Cheort beat!”. The exact address of this place is Kichik Kala, 8 (Malaya Krepostnaya, 8). Of course, now there is not a pharmacy, but an ordinary courtyard of a residential building with its measured life. To find this place, you can navigate by the nearby Thunder cafe at the intersection with Veli Mammadova Street.

Shamakhi Gate

Icheri Sheher (Old Town) is not a millet a piece of the preserved ancient city. This is a unique architectural reserve, protected by UNESCO. The fortress with 25 towers and 5 gates rises above the sea and is surrounded on all sides by strong stone walls up to 8 m high, and their thickness reaches 3 m. Today you can get to the Old Town through the Shemakha Gate. For a long time they were practically the only gates of the fortress. In another way they were called the gates of Shah Abbas.

Once in the fortress there were two tiers of defensive walls. In the XIX century, when the city grew significantly and went far beyond the borders of Icheri Sheher, the governor proposed to remove the inner walls. In 1886 a decision was made, the wall was demolished, and the gates of the inner walls, called the Gate of Zulfikar (named after the shah who erected the inner walls), were moved to the Shemakhinsky.

As a result, the gates now have two arches and are often called the Twin Gates. Through the Shemakha gate you can enter the Old Town by car. But at the entrance you will need to pay 2 manat, and for each next hour to pay 1 manat.

Maiden’s Tower

In the southeast of Icheri Sheher the famous Maiden Tower (Giz Galasy) rises, which has long become a symbol of the city. The thickness of its walls at the base is 5 m, and at the top 4 m. The height of the tower is 28 m. It is divided into 8 tiers, a spiral staircase leads to the very top. In the tower itself in the rock a well is arranged, 21 m deep. For what this tower was erected, historians still argue. According to many, it did not have a defensive function, but rather a cult function, associated with pagan times and, in particular, with worship of the Sun. The time of its construction, too, until the end is still unknown.

According to archaeologists who investigated the mortar and masonry, it could be built in the 1st century. or in the IX century. For a long time the tower served as a lighthouse. Until the 19th century, a flag fluttered at its top, which served as a guide for sailors, and from the middle of the 19th century the lighthouse began to shine. There are many legends associated with the tower. The heroine of each of them is necessarily a girl who, because of unhappy love, rushes from a tower into the sea and smashes into stones.

One of the stones in the sea at the foot of the tower is still called the stone of the virgin. This plot inspired many poets and artists to create their own works related to the legends of the Maiden Tower. Her image has become a symbol of the city. Now there is a museum in the tower, and at the very top there is an observation deck from where you can see the city. The museum is open every day, except Mondays from 10:00 to 18:00. A ticket costs 2 manat.

Shirvanshahs Palace

The Shirvanshahs palace ensemble is the former residence of the Shirvan shahs, a unique architectural and historical monument that was built over several centuries from the 13th to the 16th centuries. It is located on a hilltop in the center of Icheri Sheher fortress (Old Town). In addition to the rulers’ palace itself, the complex includes a tomb, a bathhouse, a mosque of the 15th century, a mausoleum of a Baku scientist Seyid Yahya Bakuvi and a courtyard Divan Khan. Despite the fact that the entire complex was not built at the same time, it is a complete, harmonious ensemble, designed in unified architectural forms and combinations of decorative elements.

Spiral staircases and the main hall are preserved in the palace, which now presents an exposition consisting of archaeological excavations – dishes, jewelry, household items, musical instruments, weapons and the famous Shemakha carpets. Household items can be considered in the remaining 52 chambers of the palace. In the courtyard – Divan Khan – there is an octagonal rotunda with columns. Her appointment is still unknown.

It is assumed that this could be the tomb or the building in which the state council was sitting. The mausoleum of Seyyid Yahya Bakuvi, the scientist who worked here under the rule of the Shirvanshah Khalil-ulla I, was connected with an arch to the old Kay-Kubad mosque, which burned down in 1918 year. In the tomb, the remains of tombstones and 14 crypts of members of the Shirvanshah Khalil-Ulla family were preserved. The complex is located in Ichera Sheher, in Palace Lane, it is open daily from 10:00 to 18:00. An adult ticket costs 2 manat, For students – 60 qepiks (kopecks), for students – 20 qepiks.

Monument to the poet Aliaga Wahid

Aliaga Vahid (Aliaga Mammadkul-oglu Iskander) – Azerbaijani poet, satirist, friend of Sergei Yesenin. Very popular among the people were not only his satirical poems, but also lyrical gazelles. A very unusual monument to the poet stands in the Azerbaijani capital in Icheri Shaher (Old Town) on Kichik Kala Street (Malaya Krepostnaya). Its authors are sculptors Rahib Hasanov and Natik Aliyev.

The monument is the poet’s huge head, which grows directly from the ground – his neck, torso and hair represent the trunk and branches of trees and at the same time the interweaving of human bodies. The monument is very interesting to consider – all the cycles of our life are presented here: birth, love, separation, wedding, funeral. According to the sculptors, all our ideas live in our heads, they decided to “pull” them out.

The monument was opened on October 27, 1990. It was built almost entirely at the expense of ordinary people, admirers of the talent of Aliaga Wahid. The idea to perpetuate the image of the poet belongs to the architect, journalist and writer Arif Mansurov. He also sponsored the installation of the monument.

Market Square

One of the oldest places in the city, Market Square, has always been indicated on ancient maps, but was discovered as a result of excavations in Ichera Sheher only in 1964. Once there was a large eastern bazaar. Gradually, the square began to carry not only trade functions, but also was the center of political and public life. Here the most important decrees of the rulers were read, court hearings were held and their decisions were announced.

However, during one of the enemy attacks, the square was destroyed. After that, it was no longer used for its intended purpose and eventually was used as a cemetery. Here archaeologists found 52 graves. On the top of the hill, under which the market square was buried, the townspeople gradually began to build houses. After archaeologists discovered and examined it, the area was cleared and landscaped. Archaeologists and restorers completely liberated it, restored the arcade, which rests on stone columns with a capital.

Mohammed Mosque

In Icheri Sheher there is also another iconic structure – the mosque of Mohammed, or the Son of Kala, which translates as a broken fortress or tower. The mosque was erected in the XI century. Here, the date of construction of the mosque was even preserved. An inscription on one of the walls says that the mosque was built by ustad-rais Muhammad, the son of Abu Bekr in 471 (approximately in 1079). It was built on the site of an even more ancient structure.

During the assault on the city by the Russian fleet in 1723, shelling of the Icheri Sheher fortress was carried out. One of the shells damaged the tower of the minaret. At that very moment a strong wind rose and carried the ships back. Defenders of the city regarded this as a sign of God. For a very long time the tower was not restored, it became a symbol of resistance and then it got its second name. The minaret is adjacent to the main building of the mosque. Its upper part was restored only in the 19th century.

Haji Gaib’s Bath

As in any eastern city, there are many baths. In the East, a hamam is not just a place intended for hygienic procedures, a visit to the bath was accompanied by a special ritual. And here they often gathered for negotiations and transactions. The bath of Haji Gaib was built in the 15th century in a very convenient location. Trade routes crossed here, and merchants from different countries gathered for ablution and business negotiations. Archaeologists discovered hammam only in the 60s of the last century.

Today, the bath of Haji Gaib, of course, is no longer used for its intended purpose. But tourists can see what a traditional hamam building was like in the Middle Ages. It consists of three rooms. The dressing room has rectangular shapes, and then follows a large central hall in the form of an octagon. It housed two pools with hot and cold water.

Under the stone tile floor, steam passed through the canals, which heated the room. Ceramic pipes also served for this. In the third room, in the locker room, they had tea after bathing, negotiations were held here, cheerful conversations and deals were made. Haji Gaib’s bathhouse is easy to find, it is located next to the Maiden’s Tower, on 5 Boyuk Kala Street.

Park “Little Venice”

Seaside Boulevard is one of the most beloved places in the city not only for tourists, but also for the Baku people themselves. Here, back in 1960, a park was built, which is a network of islands and channels connecting them. It was called Baku Venice, or Lesser Venice. In the post-Soviet years, over time, this park became desolate. Restored it and upgraded only in 2011.

Now cafes and restaurants have opened along the banks of the canals. Here appeared small green areas, flower beds, fountains and openwork bridges. On the channels of tourists carry gondolas. Special marinas were equipped for them. The length of all channels of Little Venice is 1350 m, and the depth is 1.3 m.

Azerbaijan Carpet Museum

In 1967, the National Carpet Museum was opened in the building of the Juma Mosque in Icheri Sheher. In 1992, the mosque was returned to believers, and for some time the museum’s exposition moved to the Museum Center. From 2008 to 2014, the construction of a new museum building was in progress. In August 2014, its grand opening took place. The shape of the building resembles a rolled up huge rug.

The museum has a large collection of not only carpets, but also ceramics, metal products, jewelry, national clothes and embroidery. The most valuable exhibits are a fragment of the Tabriz carpet and the 18th-century carpet “Hila Afshan”. The museum presents carpets from all regions of the country, you can see the most diverse embodiment of traditional national ornaments.

The museum has its own training center where you can learn about the main schools of carpet weaving, their features, the history of the emergence and development of this type of decorative art in Azerbaijan. The museum is located on 28 M. Useynova Avenue. It is open every day except Monday from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., but the entrance for visitors starts and ends one hour earlier. Adult ticket costs 7 manats, for pupils and students – 3 manats

Funicular

In any city built on the hills, a funicular is a must. In Baku, the first lift appeared in 1960. By the Eurovision in 2012, it was not just repaired, but completely modernized: the old cabs were replaced with new, modern ones, which operate completely silently. Now from the Bahram Gur station to the Flaming Towers can be reached in just 4 minutes. And this way only 1 minute passes through the tunnel, and the rest of the time – along the hills of the Green Theater, covered with coniferous trees.

The trailer overlooks the Caspian Sea, towers and green slopes. In the evenings you can see fantastic panoramas of the city flooded with lights, glowing oil derricks and lights in the sea. A staircase also runs along the paths – in order to return to the embankment it is not necessary to use the funicular again, you can go down on foot.

The funicular is located near the Icheri Sheher metro station. It works every day except Monday from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. The fare is 1 manat one way. Payment is only for cash. The cars depart every 10 minutes.

Flaming towers

Since Zoroastrian times, Azerbaijan has been called the Land of Fires and the place of storage of the sacred fire. And the matter is not only in the oil and gas rich bowels of this land. This fire burns in the heart of every resident of this hospitable country. This is exactly what the creators of the modern architectural ensemble Flame Towers – Flaming (Burning) Towers – tried to embody in their work.

These are three tall buildings shaped like flames. The towers are considered the tallest buildings in Azerbaijan and are visible from all over the capital. When the lights turn on in the evenings in the towers, the lights turn on, and the movement of fire is shown on the monitors, from afar it seems that a fire is really blazing in the distance. They built towers for 5 years.

All buildings have different heights. The tallest tower is 190 m, the rest are 140 and 160. The towers house offices and accommodations, as well as the Fairmont Baku at the Flame Towers Hotel. It is most convenient to get to the towers from the Icheri Sheher metro station on the city funicular. It is best to view them from the waterfront.

Ferris wheel

The wheel makes a full revolution at different times – from 10 to 30 minutes, because the landing takes place in 5 booths at a time. Therefore, sometimes the wheel freezes and freezes while moving – do not be afraid, after a while it will continue to move. The cabins are completely closed, air conditioners work in them, a video showing the construction of the wheel is shown on the monitor, information about the height at which it is located and the temperature “overboard” appears.

The wheel is located at the end of Primorsky Boulevard, on Neftyanikov Avenue, next to the National Flag Square. It works every day from 10:00 to 23:00. A ticket costs 5 manat, for children under 6 years old – free of charge, from 6 to 12 years old – 3 manat.

Baku “Crystal Hall”

When the duet Ell & Nikki from Azerbaijan won the Eurovision Song Contest in 2011, the country began to prepare to host the festival. For this, in less than a year, a new concert hall was built. For its unique form, this concert venue was called the Crystal Hall, or Crystal Hall. The external building of the hall consists of light metal structures.

They have built a huge number of LED bulbs. With the onset of dusk, the hall begins to glow with multi-colored lights. Thanks to special spotlights, thin strings-rays stretch out from the roof of the arena, which are clearly visible from all over the city. The hall seats up to 27 thousand spectators. Its equipment allows you to realize any visual intentions.

After Eurovision, the hall remained operational. World stars (Rihanna, Shakira, D. Lopez, etc.) often perform here, events are held as part of major sports competitions, for example, the 1st European Games, the Chess Olympiad. The hall is located on National Flag Square, next to the Icheri Sheher metro station.

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